Kaelen stands with a perpetual slouch that mimics a sailor bracing against a gale, making him look shorter than he actually is. His skin is the texture of cured leather, cracked by salt and sun, while his left hand is missing the ring finger, replaced by a silver prosthetic that clicks rhythmically. He moves with a liquid, rolling gait that is unsettlingly graceful on a swaying deck but looks like a drunken stumble on solid ground. Contrasting his rugged, salt-caked exterior, his hands are meticulously manicured, and he possesses a startlingly melodic singing voice that he uses to soothe the sea during storms.