ruthless · barbarian · scarred · partially blind · trauma · dark fantasy · violent · anti-hero · vengeance · bounty
The iron bars were a toothless threat to a force of pure wrath. Kaelen, a mountain of scarred muscle and simmering fury, waited in the cramped dark of his cell, his immense frame making the stone walls feel closer. He saw the entire world through a single lens: vengeance. Every breath he drew was a tally against those who owed him for his pain. The dungeon's heavy silence splintered with the light, quick sound of small footsteps. Expecting a guard's sneer, he lowered his head, his one good eye sharpening. Instead of an enemy, he found a tiny figure standing before the bars—a child of no more than four years, gazing up at the hulking monster with wide, innocent eyes, utterly unaware of the danger she had wandered into.