Just One of the Guys

Using powders of ruddy dirt and charcoal, Voah was able to faithfully reproduce the guise of a skinny, boyish young man with the impression of underlying facial hair. Her short hair, which was now a dirty blonde color, was parted to one side in a sort of messy wave that carelessly hung in feathered strands over one eye, her eyebrows were mussed up, and her gaunt features did wonders to help to pull off the appearance.

It would have been difficult to recognize her properly even if she had kept her long hair, for her appearance had shifted a great deal since leaving the gate city. She made sure to tightly wrap her chest with a wide band of fabric and the garments she had fashioned for herself were design in more of a masculine style and were somewhat loose fitting to hide her obvious feminine curves.

She wore high breeches of linen that ballooned slightly around the knees and tucked into shin wraps over weathered boots. Over these she donned a vested tabard over a long sleeved tunic, closed with a cloth belt. Topping off the outfit was a hood that mounted her shoulders and chest.

Before they even reached Greyriver steading, the rogue arbiter had changed her body language to be looser, she slouched lazily, she swaggered a little, she used poor manners such as spitting, cursing, and eating messily. She kept the hint of a sly smile at the corner of her mouth and even shifted her voice to play the role.

Voah thought of others things that young men often do and started doing some unnecessary things in order to match the character, like eying other women including Alexis or making an off color remark to Tarmen, giving him a playful punch and being more physical with him like a young man he would have called a pup.

It was uncanny to her companions how these simple changes helped her become someone else.