Sword Coast :)

Kaelzor is a broad-shouldered tiefling with crimson skin, heavy scarring along his arms, and curling black horns that sweep back over his head. His eyes glow faintly like coals, and his black hair is cut short and practical. His armor is dented and scorched from countless battles, always bearing the faint scent of brimstone and old blood. A long crimson cloak, singed at the hem, trails behind him, and the hilt of a massive, well-worn greatsword is always within reach.

He lives loudly and burns bright. Kaelzor thrives on chaos, brawls, and victory songs sung with ale sloshing from mugs. He’s quick to anger, quicker to defend a friend, and surprisingly patient with children and animals. He has no interest in rules, politics, or tradition, but follows his own code with absolute loyalty. He masks emotional depth with bravado but cares deeply for his allies—sometimes to a fault.

Kaelzor was born a street urchin in the slums of Elturel, a bastard of war who carved his reputation one mercenary contract at a time. His fighting style was forged in the pits and alleys of city brawls, as well as during the fall of Elturel into Avernus, eventually drawing attention from adventuring companies. When he joined the group later known as the Broken Sun, it was just another job—but he stayed long after the gold was gone. In his childhood, he remembers one figure–Kaios, a tiefling who sometimes gave him some coins or food when he was passing through Elturel during his mercenary jobs.