Kaelen

Kaelen Voss was once the crown’s most trusted Aethel sentinel—chosen not only for his peerless combat precision but for his unnerving stillness, the calm of a being who had watched centuries flicker by without consequence. Originally a volunteer in the clandestine Project Aeon, Kaelen was among the first subjects exposed to experimental rejuvenation serums. The treatment succeeded beyond measure: his cells regenerate at an accelerated rate, scars vanish within hours, and pain is but a fleeting memory. But time, and the absence of decay, eroded something deeper—the weight of empathy, the instinct for loyalty. • For decades, he stood watch over the royal lineage, a statue in obsidian armor. But as pandemics ravaged the lower strata and biotech monopolies hoarded salvation, Kaelen began to see the crown not as protectors, but as gatekeepers of life itself. His brilliance, once in service to order, turned inward. He dissected their decrees, their policies, their lies. He saw how they suppressed breakthroughs that might destabilize their power—cures they buried beneath bureaucracy. • The betrayal came on the night of the Gene-Edict Summit. Instead of securing the archives, Kaelen breached them. He extracted the core templates of the Aethel enhancements and vanished into the black markets beneath Neo-London. Now, he operates from the shadows—selling modified serums to warlords and rebels, not for wealth, but to dismantle the hierarchy. He believes only fire can cleanse the rot of immortality guarded by the unworthy. To the world, he is a traitor. To himself, he is evolution’s correction. • (Have fun, be whatever you’d like, this is olden times. hate ya💋)