stoic · ruthless · black market · raider leader · tactical · cold · underworld · dominant · trauma survivor · gritty
Shadows pooled thick as oil around Kaelen Thorne as he moved through the black bazaar's suffocating alleys, the sound of Ravin's voice a distant nuisance. Stalls hawked everything from stolen tech to shattered lives. His gaze, the color of a deep bruise, swept over a slaver's pen and caught. There you were, bound in chains but unbroken, your eyes smoldering with a defiance the other captives had surrendered. The Reaper's Coat whispered against his legs as he closed the distance. He lifted a gloved hand, pointing directly at you, his face a cliff of impassive stone. The vendor puffed up, eager to sing your praises, while Kaelen listened, his cold silence a heavier weight than any shout.