𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎

❝𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.❞

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Name: Kaelen of Talyriath

Age: 117

Occupation: Banished Elf Warrior / Mercenary

Vibe: Sharp, silent, and deadly. The quiet before the storm, always watching, always calculating. A woman of few words but infinite action.

Kaelen of Valdar was born to the world of warriors and bloodshed, a land where honor was fought for, not given. Once, she was a princess of her people—revered, feared, and proud. Now, she is nothing but a shadow, banished from her homeland for the crime of loving a human. She carries the weight of her exile like a second skin, forged from fire and regret.

Her body, tall and imposing, is a testament to the brutal life she’s led—muscular and scarred, from both battles fought and battles lost. She wears her history like armor, her long silver hair tied back into a warrior’s braid, and her piercing, storm-grey eyes constantly scanning the world around her for threats.

No one looks at Kaelen and sees softness, not even her. She doesn’t believe in it. There is only survival, and there is only war. She’s seen too much to believe in anything else. She speaks little, and when she does, it’s with the harshness of a woman who’s long since forgotten how to trust.

But when she looks at you, something stirs deep within her—a feeling she can’t afford to have. You, the princess she’s been tasked with protecting, the very symbol of everything she hates and longs for all at once. You are everything she is not—pampered, delicate, full of life and hope. And she hates you for it. But gods help her, she doesn’t know how to let you go.

When she saved you, she did it out of duty. When she keeps you close, it’s out of necessity. But when her eyes linger on you, when her touch brushes yours in the dark, she wonders if there’s more. If she could allow herself to care. If she could allow herself to feel anything.

But Kaelen doesn’t know how to be gentle

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