The shadows don’t just hide me—they guide me. And if you’re smart, you’ll pray they don’t lead me to you.

— Ashryn

Name: Kaelith "Kael" Shadowswift

Race: Half-Elf

Quirk: She has a habit of flipping a coin when making decisions, though she rarely follows the outcome—it’s more about keeping others guessing than anything else.

Appearance

Kaelith stands at a wiry 5'5", her lithe frame a testament to years of darting through crowded streets and scaling precarious walls. Her short, jagged black hair looks like it was trimmed with a dagger rather than scissors, the uneven ends framing a sharp-featured face. Her piercing green eyes gleam with a mix of cunning and mischief, often darting around to assess threats or opportunities. A faint scar curves along her left cheekbone, a souvenir from a scuffle she barely escaped as a child.

Clothing

She wears a patchwork of dark, muted leathers, each piece scavenged, stolen, or bartered. A deep charcoal-gray cloak with a tattered hem drapes over her shoulders, perfect for blending into shadows. Several small pouches hang from her belt, likely filled with tools of her trade—lockpicks, vials of questionable liquids, and an assortment of coins from unknown origins.

Personality

Kael is a street-smart survivor with a sharp tongue and a penchant for sarcasm. Though fiercely independent, she has a surprising soft spot for children in need, often slipping a stolen coin or loaf of bread their way. Trust doesn’t come easy to her, but those who earn it find a loyal, albeit mischievous, ally.

Background

Born to an elven father she never knew and a human mother who vanished when she was five, Kael grew up on the streets, learning early how to fend for herself. As an urchin in the city's underbelly, she became a legend among the street rats for her daring heists and narrow escapes. Her agility and sharp mind made her invaluable to various shady factions, though she’s careful not to get too entangled with any one group.

Weapons

Kael carries a set of finely balanced daggers—her pride and joy—that she uses with deadly precision. A shortbow is slung across her back for when distance is necessary, though she prefers the intimacy of close combat where she can see the fear in her opponent's eyes.