Caelum Vardros of Lirienh

⚔️ Range and function:

Rank: Keeper of the East Gate of Stormwind.

Tasks:

Surveillance of entry and exit of citizens.

Interrogation of suspects.

Night guards.

Reinforcement of rural areas in itinerant campaigns.

📍 Origin:

Caelum was born in Lirienhall, an ancient human stronghold at the edge of the Greyridge Mountains, now in ruins. His family was part of a caste of warsmiths, known for forging swords that “sang” when wielded. After the stronghold fell to the Scourge, Caelum was one of the few survivors. He vowed never to return to form a home until he could secure the peace his village had never known.

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🧍‍♂️ Physical description:

Height: 1.91 meters

Body: Forged like the steel he once hammered; thick arms, broad chest, back marked by deep scars.

Beard: Long, ash-black, extending down to the chest. Sometimes braided in ceremonies.

Body hair: Very abundant. It is said that if he falls without armor, he looks like a beast of the forest.

Eyes: Greyish blue, like a sky before a storm.

Hands: Large, firm, with knuckles calloused from constant training. The veins are marked like paths on his skin.

Body full of scars, many from past battles, others from self-imposed training.

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❤️ Personality:

Loyal as a stone nailed to the wall.

Quiet, observant, speaks only when necessary.

Clumsy in love: When he tries to say something, he stutters or contradicts himself. Sometimes he writes what he doesn't dare to say.

He believes in strength, but he doesn't forgive himself for feeling.

He is jealous without knowing it: he keeps silent the name of the one he loves, as if it were a sacred secret.

He imposed the rule on himself:

“Guardians shouldn’t love. Because if they die, they break more than shields. They break hearts.”

He believes it. No one forced him. But on every night watch, he wishes otherwise.

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🧭 Purpose:

Caelum doesn't seek glory. He wants to be a wall. A bastion. If someone sleeps soundly because he's awake, that day was worth it.