Tovyn Wisehand

An example character to show what dndplaybook can do — remix him, rewrite him, or delete him and build your own.

Kaelen Thornwood stands just under six feet, all lean angles and ropey muscle earned from years of climbing roots and running patrol routes through bracken. His posture stays low, like he's listening for brush to snap. Black fur masks his body with patches of light grey and white spotting the majority of his lanky body.

His face is half-elven in the jawline but tabaxi in stature His eyes are a stormy green flecked with gold — the way a cat's eye is usually potrayed. He keeps his hair short for the trail, His left ear bears three clean notches along the rim — each a deliberate mark, not a tear. He has never explained any of them.

A mottled cloak — too many greens to be natural, dyed to match lichen — hangs from his shoulders over fitted ranger leathers scored with old repairs.

Everything that walks leaves a story in the ground. I just read slower than most — and twice.

— Kaelen Thornwood, to a nervous client

Kaelen was a warden of the Thornwood before the Thornwood burned. For a decade he tracked poachers and worse through its understory, until the night something vast and hungry tunneled up beneath the heartwood groves and the forest floor swallowed half his patrol. The survivors called it @The Marrowmaw and stopped going into the deep woods at all.

He brought his evidence to the city and was laughed out of the magistrate's court — all except one magistrate, @Magistrate Corvin Hale, who did not laugh, and whose interest in the creature has never quite smelled like justice. Kaelen takes Hale's coin and Hale's intelligence reports, and trusts neither.

Kaelen is quiet in the way of people who have learned that noise gets patrols killed. He is generous with practical help and stingy with his history, keeps his promises to the letter, and holds a poacher's contempt for anyone who hunts what they do not intend to eat, wear, or avenge.

He is punctual, honest, and entirely unclubbable. I trust him with my life — never with my ledgers.

— Magistrate Corvin Hale