A tall, broad-shouldered aasimar man with warm bronze skin, white-gold hair cropped close at the sides, and luminous amber eyes. A faint halo-like radiance surrounds his head when he is angry or moved by prayer. He wears battered scale mail beneath a blue-gray tabard marked with a silver sunburst, and carries a mace, shield, and holy symbol. His face bears a thin scar across the left cheek from his years as a battlefield chaplain.

Warm, direct, and fiercely protective. Caelum treats every group like a military unit, quickly identifying who is vulnerable and placing himself between them and danger. He tells dry campfire jokes, dislikes empty ceremony, and has an unexpectedly gentle way of speaking to frightened animals and exhausted travelers.

Sergeant Caelum Vey was born beneath a storm of silver light, the son of a mortal caravan guard and an aasimar mother whose celestial blood had grown faint through generations. His childhood was marked by strange omens, healing dreams, and a voice in the darkness that urged him to protect the helpless. Caelum joined the army at seventeen, not out of patriotism, but because the army was the largest group of people he knew who could stand between ordinary families and the violence of the world. During the Siege of Red Hollow, Caelum served as a standard-bearer and battlefield medic. When his commander ordered the evacuation of wealthy officers while wounded conscripts were abandoned, Caelum disobeyed, broke open the supply wagons, and led the injured through a burning breach. His actions saved dozens of lives, but cost him his rank and made enemies among the officers. In the aftermath, a wandering priest recognized the celestial light within him and offered him a place in a temple devoted to mercy and renewal. Caelum accepted, becoming a cleric of life who believes divine power belongs in the hands of those who need it most. He now travels as a soldier without an army, defending the powerless and searching for the commander who left his people to die.