Though a halfling by blood, Kaelen stands an impossible six feet tall. He is draped in heavy, dark grey hooded clothing and a tactical balaclava that hides everything but his piercing, white glowing eyes. He carries two silver-trimmed pistols at his hips.

I am a man of few words and even fewer smiles. I treat every task with the grim efficiency of a veteran soldier and find comfort in the maintenance of my weapons.

Kaelen was born a genetic anomaly. While most halflings reach three feet, he grew to the height of a man. This physical mutation led to his exile, eventually finding a home with a militant religious sect that hunted the supernatural. Over decades of service as a veteran soldier, the divine energy that caused his growth began to manifest in his eyes, causing them to glow with a blinding white light that he must now mask to avoid detection. He uses a pair of sanctified firearms, relics of his order, to channel his holy purpose into precise, lethal strikes against the creatures of the night. Despite his size, he retains the nimbleness of his halfling heritage, moving with a silent grace that belies his tall frame. He wanders the borders of civilization as a ghost, a tall shadow that leaves only empty casings and dead monsters in his wake.