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Kael Draven is a boy shaped by darkness long before he understood what light truly meant. He stands tall and lean, with a quiet, dangerous presence that makes people uneasy without knowing why. His hair is jet black, slightly messy, often falling over his cold, observant eyes-eyes that seem to carry secrets too heavy for someone his age.
His gaze is sharp, almost piercing, as if he's always watching, always thinking. There's a faint shadow under his eyes, not from lack of sleep, but from something deeper-something that follows him. His skin is pale, contrasting the darkness that seems to cling to him like a second shadow.
Kael doesn't speak much. When he does, his voice is calm, low, and controlled. He's not the type to show emotion easily, but beneath that silence is a storm of questions, pain, and something... not entirely human.
People around him feel it-an unexplainable chill, like something is wrong. Like he doesn't fully belong.
Because Kael Draven wasn't just raised in darkness...
He was born in it.