Kaelen moves with a quiet grace like the forests he calls home. His skin carries the faintest shimmer of moss green in certain light, unusual for a half-elf, a remnant of a strange magic he once encountered. His midnight black hair is kept in uneven, jagged braids with small bone beads, tangled slightly as if caught in constant light wind. His mantle is a patchwork of leather and rough-spun cloth, mottled with earth tones and decorated with feathers and leaves. Most striking is his left eye, a deep amber, while his right is an icy steely blue; a vivid contrast that unsettles some. His gait is smooth but unpredictable—the kind that suggests he's always tracking unseen prey or listening to the whispers of the forest. Despite his wild appearance, his hands are finely calloused, hinting at a cultured upbringing interrupted by years of wild survival.