Kaelen has a face like a dried creek bed, deeply etched with lines of worry and battle. His skin is the color of aged parchment, stretched tight over a jagged jawline. A silver-white scar carves a path from his left temple down to his chin, pulling his lip into a permanent, sardonic half-sneer. Despite his weathered look, he keeps his salt-and-pepper hair cut militarily short. He moves with a heavy, rhythmic tread, though he has a surprising grace when reaching for his ledger or his blade. Contradictory to his grim aura, he wears a ring of pure, delicate gold filigree on his pinky finger, which he rotates constantly when deep in thought.