Kaelen is a tall half-elf with slate-gray eyes and hair the color of woodsmoke. His face is marked by a jagged scar running from his left brow to his jaw. He wears heavy black plate armor etched with symbols of balanced scales and keeps his heavy greatsword strapped to his back. His expression is habitually grim, and he moves with a heavy, purposeful gait.

Kaelen is a man of few words and even fewer smiles. He views the world as a battlefield where the wicked thrive if not pruned by the blade. He is intensely focused and disciplined, rarely letting his emotions leak through his stoic exterior. However, his quiet intensity can be more frightening than a barbarian's roar.

Kaelen Vane was born to a small logging village on the edge of the High Forest. His childhood was unremarkable until the night of the Red Moon, when a localized cult of Bhaal descended upon his home. He watched from a hidden crawlspace as his family was systematically sacrificed to satisfy the bloodlust of a mad priest. He survived, but the boy who hid in that darkness died that night. He was found by an aging knight of vengeance who recognized the cold fire in the boy's eyes. Over the next twenty years, Kaelen trained until his hands bled and his bones ached. He did not seek the healing light of the gods to find peace, but to gain the strength to strike back. He took his oath on the ashes of his family home, swearing that no evil would escape his sight. Since then, he has walked the lands as a judge and executioner, hunting those who believe they are above the law. Now, at the height of his power, Kaelen follows whispers of a rising darkness that matches the signature of the priest who took everything from him. He does not care for fame or gold. He only cares for the finality of the blade and the silence that follows justice. His life is a singular pursuit, a straight line drawn through the chaotic darkness of the world toward a single point of retribution.