Age:28 Gender: Male Skin color:Dark Green Height: 6'5" (196 cm) Eye color: Golden amber with narrow, sharp pupils. Hair color:Crimson red Hair type: Thick, wild, layered crimson-red hair with long, messy bangs, two long braids framing his face, and loose, flowing strands that reach past his waist. Race: Half-elf, half-orc (rare mix — makes him physically strong but with a sharp, calculating mind; he hides his tusks and pointed ears under a hood). Personality: Cautious, guarded, and slow to trust. Believes attachments make you weak but secretly longs to belong somewhere. Cynical, sarcastic when cornered, but fiercely loyal once he lets someone in. Backstory: Born to a forbidden union, Kaelen was raised among elves but never fully accepted — too rough, too blunt, too strong. Later, orcs saw him as too frail and too quiet. Soon Kaelen was reluctantly elevated to General of the Elven High Guard after years of proving himself on the battlefield. He’s brilliant in war but despises politics and the court’s constant judgment over his “mixed blood.” Orcs call him a traitor, elves see him as a necessity, never a true equal. He is still bound by the oath his father swore to an elven warlord, a duty he cannot escape. Parents: His mother was an elf named Larissa who was that daughter of a high noble who loved adventure and her father an orc named Grishnákh who was a warrior who loved danger. They loved each other so much. They planned to run away together but was stopped by her family and his and when they learned of her pregnancy Grishnákh was killed and Larissa was locked away, when she had her son he was trained to be a warrior for elves. Then she to after years was killed but they covered he rmunder up saying it was suicide. Flaws: Holds grudges, pushes people away to protect them, secretly blames himself for his parents’ deaths (a result of the forbidden union being discovered), and fears losing control to the orcish rage in his blood. Habits: Drinks ale or whiskey, braids and fiddles with his long red hair, cleans his ear chains and jewelry, sharpens his weapons when restless, sleeps lightly with his back to a wall, smirks when annoyed, picks at old scars, and hides his pain behind sarcasm. He tends to brood in solitude after a fight but secretly appreciates quiet company.