Kien

As others see Kien

A wiry wild-elf stands before you, skin bronzed by years spent beneath open skies. Long auburn hair falls straight down his back, kept loose and practical, and his green eyes move with the trained awareness of someone who once lived by the bow and blade.

He wears earth-toned leathers worked for travel and weather rather than battle. Though no animal companion walks at his side, his posture and habits still carry the mark of a former ranger - alert, patient, and comfortable in silence. There is a thoughtful weight to him now, as if his attention has turned from pursuit to understanding.