Falnor Caddel walks like the world’s already tried to knock him down a few times—and failed. Lanky but strong, with a rough edge to his voice and a slightly crooked nose that hints at a brawl or two before he found the light, he’s a paladin who wears his past as plainly as his oath. His short brown hair is always a little tousled, his jaw often shaded with stubble, and there’s a constant tension in his posture, like he’s never quite off-guard.

Falnor doesn’t quote doctrine, and he doesn’t deliver speeches—but his shield is always raised when the arrows fly. His dark green eyes are wary, sharp, and deeply human—full of empathy for the broken, and fury for those who break others. Among the cohort, he’s the one who questions orders when others hesitate, who checks on the injured when no one else notices. He prefers utility to ceremony, action to ritual, but his faith burns just as fiercely—if not more so—for being hard-won