Kaelen has skin the color of a bruised plum and deep obsidian horns that curve back like a ram's, polished to a mirror shine. He wears heavy, soot-stained plate armor but contrasts this with a pristine, white lace cravat tucked into his gorget. He moves with a rhythmic, heavy limp that instantly vanishes the moment he draws his weapon. Despite his hellish heritage and grim work, he perpetually smells like fresh lilies and rain, a scent that seems to cling to him even in the heat of battle.