Tall and imposing, Kaelen stands nearly seven feet tall with skin the color of cured leather. Braided dark hair falls to his shoulders, and a thick beard covers a jawline marked by a jagged scar. He wears furs and simple hide leggings, with blue tribal woad patterns marking his biceps and shoulders. His eyes are a piercing, icy blue that seem to constantly scan for danger.

I prefer the silence of the wilderness to the chatter of the tavern. I am blunt and honest to a fault, believing that flowery words are merely a way to hide a lack of spine. I have little patience for bureaucracy but a deep respect for those who earn their bread through sweat and steel.

Kaelen was born to the Stone Walking clan, a hardy people who made their home in the jagged peaks of the Spine. As a youth, he was celebrated for his immense strength, but feared for the intensity of the rage that boiled within him. During a rite of passage, Kaelen lost control of his fury, accidentally shattering an ancestral totem that was believed to hold the spirits of the tribe's protectors. This desecration was an unforgivable crime in the eyes of the elders, leading to his permanent exile from the high places. Forced into the lowlands, Kaelen found that the civilized world was a place of confusing rules and soft people. He took up the life of a sellsword, using his primal anger as a tool to survive. Though he claims to enjoy his freedom, he secretly yearns for a path to redemption that might one day allow him to see the snowy peaks of his home again. He wanders now as a nomad, carrying only his axe and the heavy weight of his regret. He looks for a new tribe, a group of warriors worthy of his loyalty and strong enough to withstand the storm of his wrath.