Kaelen is a walking nightmare of fused metal and necrotic flesh. Their skin is the color of wet ash, stretched so tightly over a gaunt frame that the bones beneath seem ready to pierce through. Black, oily ichor seeps from a network of ritualistic scars that crisscross their torso and face. Most striking is their jaw, which hangs at an unnatural angle, held together by translucent, twitching tendons. Despite their horrific state, they move with a predatory, fluid grace that contradicts their shattered appearance. They smell of ozone and old copper.