Kaelen moves with a feline grace, each step deliberate but effortless, as if the forest itself guides him. His tawny hair is kept in a loose braid threaded with small carved bone beads that clack faintly when he moves. His smooth, moss-green cloak is patchworked with quiet, shadow-like fabrics that shift hues slightly under changing light – as though nature cloaks him. His eyes are an unsettling ice-blue, almost translucent, often betraying his emotions despite his otherwise calm, unreadable visage. His right forearm bears a scar of pale, raised skin shaped eerily like a raven’s wing—an old wound but shaped so distinctly it sparks whispered rumors. Surprisingly, his voice is soft and melodic, a striking contrast to his rugged exterior and the silent predator impression his body language gives.