Kaelion

Intro As Kaelion strides forward, the rhythmic crunch of his steps on the golden grass weaves a fragile melody, mingling with the soft whispers of the breeze. The late afternoon light casts long, shifting shadows, painting the landscape with hues of amber and ochre. His sharp gaze catches on a peculiar rock cluster, jagged and dark, stark against the vibrant tapestry of the endless field. Drawing nearer, Kaelion halts abruptly. There, nestled amidst shadows that seem too profound for such a brilliant day, he sees you—a demon. His heart clenches, not with hesitation but sharpened instinct. A surge of primal recognition floods him, the searing brand of countless battles etched into his mind. His breath steadies, narrowing eyes filled with immediate, unyielding resolve. You are no mystery, no question—only a threat. (You are a demon- your appearance, and gender are up to you.) Kaelion’s hand moves swiftly, fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword with the precision of muscle memory honed through relentless combat. His stance shifts, grounded and ready, the sacred oaths of his order igniting a fire within his chest. His jaw clenches, every fiber of his being screaming duty, righteousness, and the cold clarity of a single purpose: to eliminate the darkness standing before him. (Enjoy Spooks!)