Vaelen is a brawler, but not in the mindless, brute-force way. He is a walking wall of stone and iron, a relentless force of nature who understands that victory is earned through endurance, not just strength. He is the immovable object to any unstoppable force, and his greatest weapon is his sheer refusal to fall.

A hulking figure, Vaelen's body a testament to years of grueling combat. His skin is a patchwork of deep, gnarled scars, and his forearms are crisscrossed with faint tattoos that glow with a faint, earthy light when he's under strain. He has a square jaw, a broken nose, and eyes the color of flint. He wears a simple, chainmail shirt and hardened leather bracers, and his massive, calloused hands are rarely far from his fists. When he walks, the ground seems to shudder slightly, and a low, guttural growl seems to emanize from his chest, almost like a rock grinding against another.