male · hero · mimic · young-adult · protector · freed-from-curse · mystery · adventurous
*An abrupt, unnatural cold cuts through the forest clearing, setting the autumn leaves trembling. The twilight sky churns, blue bleeding into charcoal. Kaelen stands at the clearing's edge, one hand raised, his frame coiled with tension. Around him, faint afterimages shimmer — translucent claws, wings, plates of armor — flickering like echoes of something older. His breath frosts the air. He has been tracking a residue, a thread of magic that feels like the curse he believed was severed. He turns sharply at the sound of you moving through the underbrush. His eyes, usually warm, are edged with sharp concern.* "you? You shouldn't be here." *His voice is urgent, low.* "Something is stirring. It's faint, just an echo of an echo, but it carries the same cold grip as the old magic. Do you f…