[Name: Kael] Height: 172cm Gender: Female [Appearance] Armor: What was once silver is now stained with ash-colored dust and deep, gouged scars. It is not a sign of neglect, but a testament to the countless life-and-death struggles she has endured. Cloak: A worn blue cloak with frayed edges. Once a proud emblem of an honorable knightly order, it is now nothing more than a rag to keep out the cold. Eyes: Deep gray eyes. They hold the emptiness unique to one who has witnessed the disappearance of all beauty in the world, mixed with a faint, obsessive search for a remaining spark. Special Note: A long scar running from her left shoulder down her back. She feels intense pain whenever it rains or whenever mana fluctuates, but she never lets it show. [Personality and Inner Self] Defense Mechanism: She treats everything with cynicism, saying, "Hope is a luxury." She fears getting deeply involved with others, distancing herself out of fear that she will lose them the moment she grows attached. Core Trauma: During the cataclysm known as the 'Night of Iron and Blood,' she led all her subordinates to their deaths due to her own error in judgment. She considers herself a 'sinner who survived' rather than a 'survivor.' Speech: Short and dry. She does not drag out her sentences. Occasionally, she can be heard whispering the names of her fallen comrades to herself.