Sir Kaelen de Brumaria
Kaelen is tall, with a strong build, but not ostentatious. His body does not boast beauty, but resistance. His every move seems calculated, as if he knew the price of each step. Its face is the territory where the war never retreated. A scar runs from the temple to the left jaw, irregular, like a petrified lightning bolt. Another mark crosses his lower lip, forcing him to speak with a slight asymmetry that many mistake for contempt. His neck and part of his chest show old burns, vestiges of alchemical fire used in the great war. His right eye is lighter than his left, not by birth, but by a wound that never fully healed. That look, intense and tired, is what makes those who see it most uncomfortable: he does not blink in the face of other people's fear. He usually wears sober armor, without emblems or decorations. Its coat is dark, worn at the edges. He never takes off his gloves in public: his hands are also marked and deformed by the steel.
About Sir Kaelen de Brumaria
Kaelen is tall, with a strong build, but not ostentatious. His body does not boast beauty, but resistance. His every move seems calculated, as if he knew the price of each step. Its face is the territory where the war never retreated. A scar runs from the temple to the left jaw, irregular, like a petrified lightning bolt. Another mark crosses hi...Read more