Kaelen Veil-Tread
Fighter, Battle Master
Kaelen Veil-Tread
Species
Half-Dragon, Green Draconic Ancestry
Appearance
Kaelen Veil-Tread is a broad-shouldered half-dragon whose dark emerald scales catch the light like oil on wet stone. His scales are smallest around the jaw, where a narrow human mouth gives way to blunt reptilian teeth visible whenever he eats, smiles, or forces himself not to speak. His hands are unusually memorable, with thickened black claws, flattened fingertips, and pale bands where years of handling hot seals and iron document clasps have burned away the natural sheen of the scales. He moves with careful administrative precision, never wasting a step, yet his tail occasionally betrays him by tapping a nervous rhythm against the floor. Beneath his heavy tunic, he carries the posture of a soldier trying to pass as a clerk. The contradiction is immediate, polished restraint wrapped around barely contained violence.
“Low, measured, and exact. Kaelen pauses before names and verbs, as if checking them against an internal record.”
Ability Scores
Alignment
Distinguishing Features
Dark emerald scales with thin copper flecks along the temples and knuckles.
Blunt, crowded teeth that show whenever he eats or laughs, making his rare smiles seem both friendly and faintly predatory.
Thickened claw tips and pale heat-bands on his fingertips from years of handling hot seals and metal clasps.
A forked tongue that briefly touches his upper teeth when he is choosing whether to tell the truth.
A hidden cipher ring whose inner face bears the erased mark of a labor registry rather than a noble seal.
Voice
“A restrained baritone with a faint rasp, like paper dragged across volcanic glass. When he is furious, his words become quieter and the soft clicks of his teeth become audible between sentences.”
Clothing
A charcoal administrative tunic reinforced with discreet leather panels, copper-threaded cuffs, a high collar bearing the seal of the Obsidian Spire, dark trousers, and soot-stained boots. The tunic contains hidden inner pockets for a shortsword, coded dispatches, poison antidotes, and a cipher ring. His clothing is immaculate at first glance, though the hems carry a persistent scent of hot metal and bitter herbs.
Body Language
Kaelen keeps his shoulders squared and his hands folded behind his back in public. His tail taps against stone when he is lying, and the claws of his right hand slowly open and close whenever someone mentions the Ashfall Shift Riots. In private moments, he presses his thumb against the edge of his cipher ring until the skin reddens.
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