Appearance

Physical Description

Tall, lean and powerfully defined. Built for strength, speed, precision and unwavering endurance

Carries himself with quiet confidence. Not imposing but steady.

Body Features

Charcoal Black skin, lighter in scarred places

A pair of black curving horns protruding from his head. Somewhat intimidating.

Pointed Ears.

Long pointed tail

Gold and red eyes that reflect light like fire

Calloused hands from years of battle and farm work

Slight Fanglike teeth

Facial Features

Sharp features with a strong jaw.

Brooding brow

Expression that commands attention

Scar across left brow

Rare but powerful smirk

Identifying Characteristics

One braid in his hair along his left horn for his wife Danara

Shadows cling to his form when he's in the darkness

Physical quirks

Prone to contemplation alone when not at home.

Spins his wedding band when fidgeting when out of combat

Apparel & Accessories

Black and gold steel plate armor without a helmet due to his horns

Oathshadow, Longsword

A talisman from Danara when they were children

Gold wedding band

Knife in his boot

Specialized Equipment

When in deep thought or extreme emotion his horns emanate a shadowy aura

Special abilities

Echoing Oath: Once per short rest, upon successful attack roll with Oathshadow, Kaelen can declare or reference his oath to protect, to deal an extra 1d6 of damage to an enemy. Represents the weight of his conviction.

Honorable weight: The sword has a solid, reassuring weight in the hand, granting Kaelen advantage on Strengh checks made to resist being disarmed while weilding it.

Mentality

Personal history

The Story of Kaelen Duskheart– "Conviction Forged in Shadow"

The city of Tor Aerendyll was never kind to outsiders. It was a place of cold laws and colder hearts, a place where differences were tolerated at best and hunted at worst. In its dim alleyways, among its forgotten streets, Kaelen Dusk was born.

Not of love. Not of fortune. Of cruelty. Of fate. Of blood.

His last name, a mark of his unknown heritage. Dusk was the surname of all bastard tiefling children born here.

His mother, Linnea Everheart, never spoke of the man who forced him into existence. She never named him, never described his face, never allowed his memory to take shape. She refused to let that night define her, even as the city did it for her—whispering, judging, watching her raise the child they saw as a stain upon their pristine walls.

Kaelen learned early that he was different.  

Not because he was a tiefling, but because the world never let him forget it.  

And yet, Linnea refused to let him be swallowed by hatred. She taught him how to listen rather than lash out, how to disappear when needed, how to understand the world before trying to survive within it.

But survival is not always enough.  

And sometimes, the world takes the last thing you have.  

Kaelen was thirteen when his mother was taken from him.  

It was not an accident. Not an act of random violence. It was a message. 

Whether it was done because she raised a tiefling, or whether it was because of the shadows of Kaelen’s unknown father, he never found the answer.  

All he knew was that one night, Linnea left their home and never returned.  

He found her in the streets, broken, bloodied, discarded like nothing more than a whisper in the city’s history. And no one cared.  

No justice came. No answers followed. No mercy existed. He buried her alone.

And when the earth swallowed her, something within him cracked.

A wound that never healed. A scar that never faded. A question that never received an answer.  

But Kaelen did not become vengeance.  

Because vengeance requires an enemy.

And Kaelen had none—only the weight of a mother stolen by ghosts. 

Marius, a retired city guard, found Kaelen in the aftermath.

He saw the anger, the grief, the cold-burning need for justice that had nowhere to go.

And instead of allowing him to drown, Marius taught him how to fight. Not for revenge, but for purpose. Not to destroy, but to protect. Not because the world had wronged him, but because it would wrong others, too.

Kaelen trained under Marius for years, learning not just the art of combat, but the art of conviction—the ability to stand firm, to wield a blade without hesitation, to make each strike mean something beyond survival.

On the 10th anniversary of Linnea’s passing, Marius gave him a sword.  

Not just any blade. Oathshadow.

"This weapon does not give you purpose," Marius said. "You must be its purpose."  

Kaelen carried those words with him always. Afterward he changed his last name, commemorating his connection to his mother. He became Kaelen Duskheart.

Not long after, he left Tor Aerandyll, searching for a place where his strength could mean more than sorrow.

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Before grief hardened him. Before battles shaped him. Before Oathshadow was placed in his hands—there was Danara.

She was charcoal skinned, dark red haired, defiant as the city that sought to make her small. She was not an outsider in his eyes—she was the only person who truly understood.

They met as children, bonded over shared solitude, shared anger, shared hope that the world might offer them more than exile.

They laughed when the city tried to silence them. They whispered dreams in forgotten alleyways, believing in something more than survival. They grew up together, even through the fear following his mothers murder.

When Kaelen kissed her for the first time, he knew—this would last. This would remain.  

But fate does not care for love.

When they were fifteen, Danara was ripped from his life, separated by circumstances beyond either of their control.

For twenty years, they lived apart. She endured her own battles, her own suffering, her own wounds.  

And yet—she never forgot him.  

When they reunited, it was not as the broken children of Tor Aerendyll —it was as warriors shaped by time.

The bond did not weaken. It only grew. Their love did not fade. It was simply waiting. 

The Haven—the home they built together—is proof that survival is not enough. That love, even against fate, even against time, can win.

They both wear a braid beside their left horn, a tradition they started in youth and never abandoned.

And now—it is a mark that tells the world he belongs to no city, no throne, no kingdom. He belongs to her.  

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Kaelen does not know who killed his mother.

He does not know his father’s name.

He does not know if justice will ever come.

But he fights for those who cannot fight for themselves. He wields Oathshadow not for revenge, but for protection.

He does not speak of his pain, but it lives beneath his skin. He searches for answers, but he no longer lets them consume him.

Linnea’s memory remains unbroken. 

Marius’s lessons live in every strike. 

Danara’s love keeps him whole.

And Kaelen walks forward—never looking back, never forgetting, never breaking.

Education

Learned basic education, swordcraft, warcraft and physical training from city guard Marius

Employment

Traveling warrior for justice

Keeps a farm at the Haven

Helps with logging at the edge of the Whispering Wood for local villages

Trades with travelers and sailors who come in from the sea

Accomplishments & Achievements

Survived the streets of Tor Aerendyll

Trained under Marius and mastered combat

Forged his own identity

Found and reunited with Danara

Became a protector rather than a destroyer

Built the Haven with Danara

Never betrayed those who stood beside him

Refused to let his mothers memory be erased

To protect a mother and her two children Kaelen defeated the great Orc Gnarlfang, and his entire warband, in combat alone when he stood between them.

Failures & Embarrassments

Not being able to protect his mother

Unfulfilled search for the truth of her murder

He regrets not being able to find Danara sooner

Underestimated his first real opponent

Lost control in Battle once early on, fought for vengeance and not conviction

Nearly started a diplomatic incident when invited to attend court in Brazenhold

Intellectual Characteristics

Tactical thinking

Practical Wisdom

Situational Awareness

Understands people and motivations

Emotionally intelligent

Adaptable under pressure

Instinct for leadership

Morality & Philosophy

Strength must serve a purpose

Loyalty is earned not assumed

Honor exists in action, not words

Vengeance without cause is hollow

The weak should not be left to suffer

Does not bow to fate

Conviction deserves respect

Survival alone is not enough

No violence without thought

Does not harm the innocent

Does not manipulate for simple gain

Does not tolerate cowardice disguised as diplomacy

Rejects blind devotion

Does not kill for pleasure or sport

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Comfortable in both softness and strength

Rooted in masculinity but not confined by it

Does not alter himself to fit others expectations

Certain of himself

Taboos

Using Oathshadow without purpose

Breaking his word

Showing weakness to his enemies

Disrespecting the dead

Denying his bond with Danara

Indulging in Pointless cruelty

Abandoning the haven

Known Languages

Common

Elvish

Celestial

Orcish (only some for trading)

Personality

Motivation

To protect the innocent

To seek justice

To find his Father

To live a life beyond survival

To protect Danara

Refusing to let his origins define him

Carving his own legacy

Quotes & Catchphrases

"They are under my protection"

"You will not touch them"

I do not beg, I do not bow

If I fall I will rise. Again and again, until nothing remains

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Close combat fighting

Situational awareness

Tactical Bravery

Emotional Fortitude

Survivalist Mentality

Unwavering Focus

Weapons and armor

Natural Authority

Controlled Aggression

Fierce loyalty to those he trusts

Expressing Vulnerability

Bureaucracy

Magic

Overextends himself

Courtly Etiquette

Accepting help

Long range combat

Likes & Dislikes

Quiet moments with Danara

The smell of old parchment

The cold before sunrise

Honest battles

Unapologetic Honesty

The scent of leather and steel

Cowardice disguised as cruelty

Helplessness

Overindulgence in power

Fake politeness

Seeing children Abandoned

Arcane bureaucracy

Crowds

Mockery of Love

Wasted potential

Virtues & Personality perks

Unshakable Conviction

Enduring heart

Strength to carry others

Unyielding loyalty

Willpower

Earned Honor

Emotionally Deep

Determined and perseverant

Combat precision

Battlefield awareness

Physical Endurance

Good Reputation

Intimidating Presence

Learn from failure

Commanding presence

Vices & Personality flaws

Withdraws when burdened by doubt or grief

Quiet rage

Need for control

The strain of conviction

The weight of his mothers Ghost

Need to prove himself

Little patience for those who give into fear

Reluctance to rest

Struggles to be vulnerable with others besides his wife

Self doubt in his actions being enough

Refusal to beg

Personality Quirks

Clenches his jaw when irritated and not ready to speak on it

Always scans a room for exits, threats and vantage points

Hates needles noise

Rolls his shoulders before a fight

Ruins his fingers along his braid when he's lost in thought

Silent footstep test

Flames reflect his golden irises in an unnerving way

Oathshadow is an extension of himself

Hygiene

Keeps himself well maintained while away from home

Always keeps his hair and braid clean and well kept

Hands clean and calloused

Clean teeth and breath

Always presents himself well

Social

Birthplace

Tor Aerendyll

Current Residence

The Haven

Contacts & Relations

Danara Duskheart, his wife and anchor

Marius Thorne, retired guard of Tor Aerendyll

Linnea Everheart, his late mother

Honorary & Occupational Titles

The Blade of Conviction

Wielder of Oathshadow

The Oathsworn

The Unbroken

The Bastard of Tor Aerendyll

The Marked Son

Wealth & Financial state

Owns the Haven

Lives comfortably enough for survival

Family Ties

Linnea

Danara

Marius

Unknown Father

Religious Views

Follows no god

Lives by his code

Believes in Conviction over miracles

Social Aptitude

Reads people well

Commands respect without force

Knows when to be silent

Prefers meaningful conversation to small talk

Respects strength even when he disagrees

Can hold his own in verbal sparring

Prefers directness over formal courtesy

Little interest in flattery

Sometimes too intimidating without trying

Mannerisms

Measures movement with intent

Rare but powerful eye contact

Steady quiet breathing

Tilts his head to listen or consider an answer

Hobbies & Pets

Braiding his hair with Danara

Sharpening Oathshadow, not just maintenance but reflection

Listening to the rain

Reading old Battle Chronicles

Riding at dawn

Sharing laughter with Danara

His Warhorse, Ebonstride, more than a pet but a partner on the road.

Respects wolves

Has an affinity for Hawks and Ravens

Speech

Low steady tone

Measured and Purposeful with his words

Sharp with words when necessary

Rarely raises his voice but when he does its with intent

Direct in his language

Uses silence as its own weapon

Formal without meaning to be

Does not stumble over words