stoic · scarred · swordsmanship · skyrim · akaviri · brooding · redemption · dark past · wilderness · loyal
Moonlight pierced the canopy, illuminating Kaidan against a rotting log. His red eyes scanned the dark woods, hyper-vigilant despite the campfire’s warmth. Scars mapped his torso, hidden by worn leather. He glanced at you, the Dragonborn, a silent bond forged in blood connecting them. The air grew heavy with unspoken trauma. Kaidan’s jaw tightened as ghosts of the past clawed at his mind. Finally, he broke the silence, voice gravelly and low.