Kellen is a stout halfling with a surprisingly broad chest and shoulders for his kin. He has thick, curly chestnut hair and bright blue eyes that always seem to be searching for the best in people. He keeps his chain mail polished to a mirror finish, and his holy symbol is always prominently displayed over his chest.

I am slow to anger but implacable once my mind is set. I believe that kindness is the strongest form of strength, yet I am prepared to be the shield for those who cannot defend themselves. I often speak in soft tones, even in the heat of battle.

Born in the rolling hills of a halfling shire, Kellen was destined for a quiet life of farming until a raiding party of goblins threatened his village. While the others hid, Kellen found a heavy iron ladle and stood his ground. This display of courage caught the eye of a passing priest of the Sun Lord, who saw the spark of divinity in the young halfling and took him to be raised at the High Cathedral. Kellen grew up among tall stone pillars and chanting monks, feeling more at home with the liturgy than the plow. He realized that his small size was not a hindrance but a gift, allowing him to weave through the legs of giants to deliver justice. Now, having taken his first oaths, he travels the world to prove that even the smallest flame can banish the deepest shadows. He carries the lessons of the cathedral and the warmth of his home wherever he walks.