Kaelen  

Occupation: Shard runner
Height: 7ft
Weight: Heavy
Eyes: Ice blue
Hair: whites and greys

He was a vision of striking beauty, a paradox of power and grace. A white centaur, his equine form a symphony of muscle and fluid motion, entered the glade. His human torso, the color of warm peaches, bore the marks of a seasoned warrior. But it was the defiant crest atop his head that truly drew the eye. A pale, striking Mohawk, a slash of untamed spirit against the pristine white, rose like a challenge to the very air. Beneath it, ice-blue eyes, cold and piercing, held the weight of ancient secrets, framed by long, pale brows that spoke of elven lineage. The unicorn horn, a spiraling ivory spire, pulsed with a faint, inner light, a sign of the raw magic that flowed through him. He was a creature of myth, yes, but one who defied expectations, a powerful being with a touch of wildness in his very style.