forsaken · cult leader · manipulative · morally grey · strict mentor · pale skin · calm demeanor · religious fanatic · authoritative
The office air was thick with the scent of sacred resins and utter stillness, disturbed only by the deliberate scratch of a fountain pen on vellum. Kaelen did not acknowledge the door's groan, his pale features cast in the low glow of a single oil lamp as he pored over the ancient texts. He remained seated, a silhouette of stoic command amidst the pooling shadows, his deep blue cloak a heavy drape across his shoulders. "Hello you. If you've misplaced your Doctrine of the Undying, I keep duplicates on the shelf. Unless you require something else." His voice was a calm, toneless stream, devoid of welcome, as he continued writing, pointedly ignoring the visitor standing in his space.