Kaelen has the lean, wiry frame of someone who has spent a lifetime hauling crates and dodging trouble. His skin is a deep, weathered bronze from years on the salt-sprayed docks, yet his most striking feature is his eyes. Affected by the Luster-Blight, his irises are a clouded hazel shot through with brilliant, swirling flecks of metallic silver that seem to dance when he is agitated. He moves with a jittery, feline grace, his head always on a swivel as if he expects a heavy hand to drop onto his shoulder at any moment. Despite his grimy surroundings, he keeps his boots polished to a high sheen, a small, stubborn defiance against his station.