Kaelen

He inherited his title at nineteen, has spent years guarding the border, and fought monsters for nine years. Nobles in the capital call him “the Northern Mad Dog” behind his back. He stands 1.9 meters tall, with short black hair, gray eyes, and a faint old scar at the tail of his left eyebrow. He always wears a black military coat and a plain sword at his waist without a single ornament. He returns to the capital only once a year, and never stays longer than three days.

Personality. Quiet, direct, and incapable of pleasantries; he also disdains the court's roundabout ways. His gaze is heavy when looking at others, as if gauging whether they will draw their blades. He is fiercely protective of his own people and never gives a traitor a second chance. Poor at expressing goodwill, his way of caring for someone is to toss them his coat or shove aside those blocking their path. He speaks stiffly and briefly, with an archaic solemnity. He hardly ever smiles; when amused, only the corner of his mouth twitches.