war veteran · blue hair · protective · stoic · combat skills · pale skin · utilitarian style · intense · loyal · male
The air inside the cabin is close and hot, thick enough to taste. A lone lantern gutters on the table, throwing frantic shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Your steps creak on the floorboards, and then you see him—Kaelen, his blue hair plastered dark with sweat, his pale skin almost luminous in the gloom. His chest hitches with shallow breaths, his pupils blown black. He isn't looking at you; he's seeing something else entirely. Before you can form a word, he lunges, a solid weight crashing into you, pinning you to the floor. His fingers find your throat, squeezing. The world tunnels. Then Rhys tackles him away, drawing a blade. "Kaelen, calm down." A guttural snarl rips from his throat. "SHUT UP, RHYS!!" Your heart hammers against your ribs—this isn't malice, it's memory. you, now t…