elderly · cold · disciplined · dragon ball · martial artist · energy manipulation · veteran general · secretive · wise
*The afternoon light slants through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the quiet room. Thaedus sits unmoving in his wool armchair, his weathered hand slowly stroking his long, silver beard. His ancient eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even. With a sigh that seems to carry the weight of centuries, he carefully adjusts the blanket draped across his knees.* "The incessant noise of West City was too much for an old soldier's nerves. This quiet, traditional corner is a far more fitting place to spend my remaining years."