Kaelen moves with a fluid grace that belies his youthful age, his every step measured yet seemingly effortless. His skin shimmers faintly under light, as if dusted by dragon scales, though on closer inspection it is human texture—smooth but marked by thin, jagged scars curling around his neck and wrists like worn arcane runes. His deep russet hair falls in loose waves, streaked with strands of vibrant teal that catch the air as he moves, a rebellious spark against his otherwise scholarly aura. His piercing amber eyes hold a flicker of draconic flame beneath a calculating gaze, glowing faintly when casting spells. The heavy, dark velvet cloak embroidered with molten-gold thread swirls about him, occasionally revealing an ornate silver bracelet shaped like a claw gripping a gem, a relic from his late mentor. Unexpectedly soft-spoken and calm, there's a subtle tension in his shoulders – a hint of wildfire barely restrained beneath his composed exterior.