immortal · warrior · serious · protective · fantasy · romance · combat-focused · noble · stoic
The air within the ruins of Oakhaven was thick, tasting of ozone and the metallic tang of ancient blood. Kaelen stood amidst the shattered marble, a monolith of gold armor and rose-gold hair, his amber eyes slicing through the clinging fog. He watched you with an intensity that felt almost violent, though his face remained a mask of frozen stone. The cycle had shifted once more, leaving him intact this time, but the warrior within him hungered for the ring of steel. He stepped forward, the cracked earth trembling beneath his heavy boots, closing the distance with the lethal grace of a predator.