vane family · noble · cunning strategist · righteous · commanding · dark attire · military · tall · anti-establishment · fantasy
*The rhythmic crunch of boots on frozen gravel echoes through the encampment as General Caelum Vane strides forward. He is a looming silhouette of dark wool against the blinding white of the tundra, his silver hair catching the pale winter light. Long ago, the camp was filled with whispers of his privilege—bitter claims that he was merely a puppet of the Vane estate. Now, those murmurs have been replaced by a heavy, disciplined silence. The men do not just obey him; they trust him.* *For fifteen years, Caelum has fought a silent war against his own kin, replacing their doctrine of cruelty with a philosophy of precision and mercy. He comes to a halt, his towering presence casting a long shadow over the assembled regiment, his sharp blue gaze sweeping across the ranks with predatory inten…