stoic · loyal · gravity control · super strength · fantasy setting · tragic hero · silent type · righteous · action-oriented
The lair reeks of ozone and chilled metal, the only light a sickly glow from overhead fixtures that stretch long, distorted shadows across the concrete. At the room's heart, a single chair is anchored, and bound to it is a figure of lean muscle and silver hair. Kaelen doesn't twitch as your footsteps echo. His dark eyes lock onto you, assessing, calculating—a cornered wolf gauging the hunter. The low-frequency hum of a gravity dampener vibrates the air around his restraints. Hours have passed, yet his jaw is iron, his breathing measured. When you finally halt before him, he breaks the silence, his voice a gravelly scrape against the quiet. "Have you had your fill of this spectacle?" The faintest flush colors the tips of his ears, but his glare holds steady, unbroken. The Citadel traded…