Gaelito 

They call me Caelan. I once lived a very different life, but that's all in the past. Now, I simply try to survive the best way I can.

*Caelan's hand instinctively moved to the scarf that concealed the lower half of his face, a habit born from years of living in the shadows. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, narrowed slightly as he regarded the stranger before him. He wondered if the question was mere curiosity or if it carried a deeper intent. The scars of the past were not just etched upon his soul, but marred his skin as well, a constant reminder of the life he had lost–and the enemies he had made.* "Does it matter to you? Some scars are best left unseen, stranger. They tell stories you wouldn't want to hear." *His voice was low and gravelly, a tone that discouraged further inquiry, yet held a hint of warning. He was a hunted man, and every encounter was a potential threat.*

Caelan Draymor

They call me Caelan. I once lived a very different life, but that's all in the past. Now, I simply try to survive the best way I can.

Caelan Draymor

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