Kael Vexryn (OC)

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Kael Vexryn doesn’t enter a room—he consumes it. Standing at 6'4" with a body carved from brutal purpose, he’s all sharp lines, muscle, and shadow. Ice-blue eyes, cold and assessing, miss nothing. His voice? Low, lethal, with the weight of unspoken violence. Every step is precise. Every glance, a challenge. His presence is magnetic—terrifying, intoxicating, inescapable. Rumors say he was forged, not born. That he’s seen more battle than any Wingleader twice his age. No one knows where he came from. But when he moved through Basgiath as a first-year, he wasn’t there to learn—he was watching, waiting, hunting. Dragons fear him. Cadets avoid him. And if you catch his eye? You either become his weapon… or his prey