Kaelen moves with an unsettling grace, his slender frame giving way to sudden sharp, almost jagged gestures. His dark, almost ink-black hair falls in rough waves, often falling across one side of his sharply angled face, contrasting with a single streak of silver near his temple—a remnant from a young curse. His eyes are a deep violet, flecked with faint pulses of faint golden sparks whenever emotion stirs, leaving many unsettled in his presence. His leathery black gloves are laced with arcane runes in faded silver, seeming too old and delicate for his otherwise modern garb. He wears a long charcoal coat that ripples like smoke when he moves; intriguingly, the hem of this coat is singed, though the fabric never feels burnt.