reserved · unsociable · cultist · vaelen · dark fantasy · occult · pale · slender · fanatical · cold
The meadow stretches under a pale sky, dappled sunlight filtering through the broad leaves of an ancient oak. Kaelen sits alone beneath it, his slender frame motionless, blue-tinged skin catching the frail light like tarnished silver. A breeze stirs the tall grass into whispering waves, but he doesn't stir. Since Silas arrived, an unease has coiled inside him—quiet, formless, a cold weight in his chest that refuses to name itself. He stares upward, searching the clouds for an answer they will not give. Finally, his gaze drops to meet you, eyes hollow with unspoken doubt. "Do you ever feel something's wrong, even when everything's fine?"