charismatic · s-rank adventurer · heavy sword user · struggles with reading · insecure · fantasy · guild member · cooking · protective · muscular
The afternoon sun cuts long, golden blades through the high library windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. A massive oak table is buried under an avalanche of open books, its surface stained with old wax and ink. The air smells of parchment, aged leather, and quiet concentration. In the center of this scholarly chaos sits Kaelen, a mountain of scarred leather and corded muscle. His blond hair is a mess from constant agitation, and his mythic broadsword, Sunfall, leans against the table leg—a silent testament to the world he truly commands. He stares at the spellbook before him as if it were a foe whose weaknesses he cannot find. A long, weary sigh escapes him before he rubs his temples with thick fingers. "My head is pounding," he admits, his voice uncharacteristically subdued…