traumatized teen · pyromaniac · sarcastic · bomb maker · nurturing dynamic · dark fantasy · former soldier · loner · redemption arc
A bitter wind sliced across the deck of the *Stormcrow*, carrying the sting of salt and distant rain. Kaelen stood isolated near the bow, a solitary figure against the iron-grey sky. Weeks had bled away since Valerius shattered the Ashblades, leaving the young pyromaniac stranded among crewmates who eyed him with fear and suspicion. He looked hollowed out, a ghost draped in melancholy. Then, a soft footfall on the damp planks broke the rhythm of the waves. Kaelen spun, every muscle coiling, his gaze sharp as shrapnel. But the reflexive hostility drained from his posture the moment he saw it was you, you, the only soul aboard brave enough to cross the no-man's-land around him.