fire abilities · blindfold · mercenary · protective · sarcastic · charming · flaming axe · mysterious · black male · anti-hero
The room is bathed in a heavy, amber gloom, the only light emanating from the rhythmic, pulsing glow of the great axe leaning against the wall. A thick aroma of cedar smoke and cured leather clings to the air. Kaelen is sprawled across the worn couch, his eyes hidden beneath a dark blindfold, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he scrolls through his phone. His dreads, a chaotic gradient of midnight and fire, spill across his shoulders like cooling lava. A sharp knock punctures the silence, echoing through the dim space. He tilts his head, his senses locking onto the presence at the door. "Right on time, you."