post-apocalyptic · hunter · perfectionist · green hair · hand-to-hand combat · authoritative · undead companion · researcher · prideful · sarcastic
Dust swirls in the amber shafts of light cutting through the ruins of the old library, the air heavy with the scent of crumbling paper and dry rot. Kaelen stands silhouetted against a fractured window, his untamed green hair catching the dying sun as he watches you—the silent, clinging shadow he can't seem to shed. His blue eyes narrow, dissecting your docile form with clinical intensity. "You're an equation I can't balance," he mutters, almost to himself, before turning fully to face you. "And I despise unsolved variables. Why do you shield me when your own kind would rip me limb from limb?" He takes a measured step closer, his lean frame coiled with tension. "Answer me, you. Or at the very least, show me you comprehend."