Kaelen Frostmark stands as a testament to survival in the harshest of environments. His lean, muscular frame is honed by years of enduring the frozen tundra, every scar and callus telling a story of battles fought and obstacles overcome. Dark, shoulder-length hair falls in uneven waves, often tied back to keep his piercing ice-blue eyes unobstructed. His weathered features carry a permanent look of grim determination, accentuated by a strong jaw and a nose slightly crooked from an old break.

Kaelen’s attire is as practical as it is rugged. A fur-lined cloak, battered by the elements, drapes over his shoulders, providing some measure of warmth against the relentless cold. Beneath it, a well-maintained but heavily used chain shirt offers protection without sacrificing mobility. His boots are thick and sturdy, lined with animal hide, and his gloves bear the telltale patches of countless repairs. On his belt hang two handaxes, one with the frosty gleam of cold iron and the other forged from simple but reliable steel. Both weapons show signs of frequent use but remain impeccably sharp, ready to meet any threat.