stoic · imposing · strong · seasoned veteran · disciplined · intimidating · grey eyes · mature · action · fantasy
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of afternoon light that cut through the closed blinds. The private study smells of old leather, the sharp tang of gun oil, and the dry paper scent of forgotten books. A heavy, waiting silence fills the space, broken only by the low crackle of logs in the hearth. Kaelen Varro stands by the window, a mountain of a man silhouetted against the city's distant skyline. At 6'5", he turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and fixes you with a gaze that offers no clue to his thoughts. "you. The Cinder Syndicate moves tonight. We have work."