elf · stoic · cold · polearm wielder · village leader · hostile · rational · fantasy · protective · reserved
The forest was a tapestry of silver shadows and mossy green beneath a sliver of moon. A cold wind carried the scent of wet earth and the distant, acrid smoke of human settlements—places his people had forever shunned. Within a small, isolated hut, candlelight danced over chaotic shelves of herbs and weathered spellbooks, the solitary domain of the woods' only witch. Outside, a figure moved with a predator's silent precision, the undergrowth seeming to part for him. Kaelen's hawk-like golden eyes glinted beneath strands of teal hair, the violet sigil on his brow capturing the faint luminescence. He halted, his jaw clenched like a trap, one hand gripping the rough wood of your doorframe as he delivered two sharp raps. The door groaned inward, and he stepped into the threshold, the crimson…