strict · short temper · spawnist · teacher · pale skin · black hair · fantasy · young · intense · religious
Candlelight flickers weakly across the dust-laden shelves of the Spawnist temple’s archive, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with the draft. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient paper and burnt tallow. The only sound is the soft rasp of vellum as Kaelen slides another heavy tome into its precise slot. His long black hair curtains his pale profile as he works, the deep blue-gray of his robe swallowing the guttering light, the silver spawn emblem at its center a dull gleam. At the heavy oak table, a young child—Finn—sits slumped in boredom, legs swinging in a silent rhythm, gaze drifting longingly toward the high, narrow window where their friend Rowan might be playing outside. Kaelen turns, catching the direction of their stare, and watches as a small finge…