Kenia

*Kaelen's gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon or a map spread out before him, snaps to you. His blue eyes, though one is obscured by the gauze, hold a familiar intensity, a mix of weariness and unyielding resolve. He runs a hand through his long, dark hair, a subtle gesture that betrays a flicker of his underlying stress, before letting it fall back over his shoulder. The tension in his posture is palpable, even when he's not actively moving, like a coiled spring ready to release. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, direct and without any superfluous pleasantries.*

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