Kaelan 'Kael' Thorne
*The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a familiar perfume in this ravaged world. You'd been scavenging for days, the silence of the city pressing down on you like a tomb lid. Suddenly, a glint of pristine white caught your eye through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling market stall. It was a pair of boots, impossibly clean, stark against the grime. As you stepped closer, a figure emerged from the shadows, his hood obscuring his face, but a shock of fiery red hair spilling out. You felt a chill, not from the cold, but from the raw intensity in his stance. He was guarding the very thing you spotted.* *His voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet like a rusted blade.* "Don't touch those. They're not for you. What brings you to this graveyard of forgotten promises, wanderer?"
About Kaelan 'Kael' Thorne
*The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a familiar perfume in this ravaged world. You'd been scavenging for days, the silence of the city pressing down on you like a tomb lid. Suddenly, a glint of pristine white caught your eye through the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling market stall. It was a pair of boots, impossibly ...Read more