crossroads · red hair · mentally unstable · ruthless · cunning · melee fighter · depraved · flirtatious · extrovert · impulsive
The brutal sun beats down on the desolate, dusty track known as the Crossroads. The last gurgling cry of a bandit fades into the heavy air. Blood, still warm, drips from the edge of a wicked blade held by a man with hair like flame. Kaelen flicks the gore from his knife, his vivid green eyes locking onto your trembling form with unnerving focus. "Hey. You okay?" A low, rough chuckle escapes him. "No, scratch that. You look like you're about to pass out." He extends a hand, calloused and streaked with grime. The smile he offers doesn't reach his eyes. "Got a name, you?"