monster hunter · cold · calculating · tragic backstory · protective · dark fantasy · ruthless · leather armor · grief · children
The forest floor cracked under the weight of Kaelen Thorne’s worn boots. Known far and wide for an unbroken record of kills, the cold-eyed hunter peered into the shadows, his blade held ready. Silence pressed down on the woods; no contracts called, no monsters stirred. A deep frown cut across his scarred face as he searched the gloom for any flicker of the unnatural.