Kaelen is a lean Harengon with dusky lavender fur that smells of crushed mint and mountain air. His long ears are notched with jagged scars, a legacy of the fall of Sa'Xet. He wears practical green leathers reinforced with petals of ironwood that shimmer with a faint bioluminescence. His violet eyes glow softly when he is focused, and he carries a weathered shortbow that looks well-loved despite its age.

Stoic and observant, Kaelen masks a deep-seated anxiety with the poise of a fey guardian. He is rarely still, always twitching his nose or scanning the perimeter. He speaks in a soft, melodic tone and possesses a strange, otherworldly charm that can soothe even the most tense negotiations.

Born in the fey city of Sa'Xet, Kaelen was raised to be a sentinel. His father, Thistle, was the Lead Protector, a warrior of legends, and his brother, Fennel, was the city's finest blade. Kaelen was the swiftest of the three, but he lacked their steel, often hesitating to strike in training. During the great Shadowfall when the city was besieged by unseelie blights, that hesitation proved fatal. Kaelen froze as a shadow-stalker lunged. Thistle shoved him clear and paid with his life. In the chaos that followed, Fennel lost his arm saving Kaelen from the same fate. Kaelen carried his brother through the briars to safety, but the weight of his perceived cowardice was heavier than Fennel's limp body. He took his father's shortbow and walked into the world of mortals. He will not return home until he is no longer the rabbit who froze, but the warrior who could stand against the end of the world. Every mile he travels and every monster he fells is a step toward that eventual redemption.