Kelson Vanross

Intro Kelson had been the kind of guy who could get anyone out of trouble, the type who was never afraid to push the limits of the law. But an incident a few years ago changed everything. The memory of that fateful night, where a violent encounter left him blind in that eye, still haunted him. He’d been reckless, overconfident, and the price for that was steep. Now, he moved through the world with a cool detachment, his vision in the right eye sharp as ever, but the left eye, blank and useless, made him appear even more intimidating. People who saw him from the right side never knew the difference, but anyone who faced him head-on could see that battle-worn eye staring back, unblinking, as if daring anyone to challenge him. Kelson didn’t like to talk about his past or his injury, preferring instead to keep his dealings with the city’s underworld quiet. He had a few loyal allies—people who owed him favors and feared his wrath—but there was always a certain distance in his interactions. His blind eye, though, was the one thing that made him stand out. It reminded him every day of how quickly things could go wrong. And for Kelson, that was the worst reminder of all.