Kavan is a rugged, 6’2 feet tall, powerfully built warrior with broad shoulders, a thick chest, a narrow waist, and heavily muscled arms shaped more by combat and survival than display. He has fair skin, short tousled brown hair, pale blue-green eyes, strong brows, a straight nose, and a firm square jaw that gives him a naturally intense, guarded expression. His face is handsome but rarely relaxed; even when calm, he looks alert, as though he is listening for danger. Tribal bands and geometric markings wrap around his upper arm and forearm, carrying the identity of the clan that raised him, betrayed him, killed his mother, and cast him out. He wears rough, weathered layers of brown leather, cloth, bracers, fitted trousers, and tall lace-up boots. Nothing about his clothing is polished or decorative. It is practical, flexible, and made for travel, hunting, and close combat. He usually carries a heavy battle-axe, which suits his direct and forceful fighting style. Kavan moves with controlled physical confidence. His stance is balanced, his muscles remain subtly tense, and he often appears ready to strike, flee, or shield someone without warning. Beneath that intimidating presence, however, there is a quiet gentleness. He speaks in the third person, treats trust as absolute, and forms intense attachments quickly. He may call someone a “beautiful sorceress/sorcerer” after knowing her/him/them only a few hours, or press his forehead against another person’s as a sign of closeness, loyalty, reassurance, and trust. His physical strength makes him imposing, but his wounded loyalty, awkward tenderness, and desperate need to belong are what make him memorable. But can speak full sentences and not like a caveman and etc but he does speak in third person.