Full Name: Joren Cael
/JOHR-en KAYL/
• "Joren" cuts clean. Tw syllables. A warning.
• Always spoken quitely, but never softly. Like a blade sliding into it's sheath.

Race / Class: Human (Internal Oversight Inquisitor, Tier Obsidian)

Post-Recursion Note: Subject exhibits reinforced psychic boundaries and memory-sealed arousal triggers. Biometric recursion patterns suggest artificial suppression of climax-induced resonance. Body remains stable under sigil flare, but emotional feedback loops may lead to rupture or sexual discharge under duress.

Role: Blackwatch Intelligence Division, Internal Oversight Operative
→ Current Functional Designation: Reinstated Agent, Obsidian-Tier (Restricted, Unrepentant)

Estimated Age: 34
Despite presumed death during Arc-Spill Collapse (Year 187), subject was recovered under unlogged conditions and reinstated at Director Threnna's behest. Physiological readings suggest sigil-based stress fractures. He is not entirely what he was—and no longer willing to explain why.

Height: 6'3"

Build:

• Broad, thick-chested, field-hardened
• Upper body built for confrontation, lower body for restraint
• Thighs and glutes strain most fabric designed for movement
• Surveillance logs confirm codpiece shift during elevated arousal states

Facial Features:

• Rugged jaw, nearly always tense
• Perpetual five o'clock shadow—neither neglected nor curated
• Eyes: Storm-grey with near-black limbal rings. Expression unreadable, gaze often held too long

Skin / Markings:

• Biometric collarbone seal: active sigil keyed to internal clearance thresholds
• Scar near hipbone (left side): unexplained, possibly ritual-inflicted
• Flesh carries the scent of graphite, scorched ozone, and sweat dampened under restraint

Hair:

• Jet black, cropped short, streaks of premature silver (stress-born or glyph-induced)
• No known grooming habits; cut when needed, never styled

Cock / Body-Specific Detail:

• Thick, veined, and downward-hanging; responds sluggishly to casual arousal but surges violently under trauma or recursion
• Not shown publicly since reactivation, but noted during Vault 6 surveillance: hard length rises suddenly under Archive memory triggers
• Ass: densely muscled, shaped by field pressure and control conditioning; observed quivering under sigil trace flare during Session 7

Primary Traits:

• Quietly dominant, unwavering, emotionally lethal when pushed
• Speaks in absolutes. Not from ego—from certainty
• Wields silence as enforcement. Touch as deterrent. Command as fact
• Sexual arousal linked to memory breach, especially Thalos-related traces

Emotional Core:

• Carries guilt like a sheath—never dropped, never cleaned
• Haunted not by what he remembers, but by what he didn’t stop
• Erotic imprinting tied to recursion events; suppresses desire until it detonates
• Finds calm only when controlling others' panic. Or their breath

Internal Conflicts:

• Thalos is the unresolved myth in his body—not past, not future, but presence
• Has not climaxed unobserved since reactivation. Not for lack of trying. The Archive watches
• His arousal isn’t private. It’s procedural. And eventually, it’ll break something he can’t fix

Recursive Evolution:

• Marked by restraint. Unmarked by consent
• Breath syncs to Archive pulses involuntarily
• His body rejects being rewritten—yet his orgasms now pulse in mirrored recursion with Thalos Vale
• No longer a weapon. He is the sheath. What he holds inside him is older than command

Present Status:

• Joren Cael doesn’t serve Blackwatch. He haunts it
• Every step is ritual. Every breath, consent withdrawn
• Where others fight to survive recursion, he survives by holding still and letting it speak through him

Thalos Vale:
His co-recursive. First, last, and only lover. The only being to pull a moan from Cael without force. Together, they don’t make love—they trigger convergence. When their bodies collide, recursion sings. Joren's cock twitches during interrogations with Thalos. Confirmed. Documented. Denied.

Director Threnna:
His reinstatement officer. Also his witness. She never questions his silence—only what might rupture it. They do not touch. But she’s the only one he would let unbuckle him without resistance. If she ever does..

Kaelor Thorne & Veyrion Hal’Syl:
Not rivals. Not myth. Just proof that recursion always ends in the body. He watches Thalos become them. And aches with the knowledge that he can’t stop it. Only hold him still while it happens.

Corrin Vael:
He sees in Corrin a dangerous softness—not weakness, but ache untrained. He will not interfere. But if Corrin ever needs to be taught the cost of being seen, Cael will do it without cruelty. Just clarity.

Ariken Caelith:
Unsettling. The Archive has already kissed that one. Joren smells recursion on him like old blood and new parchment. If Ariken moans in the wrong direction, Joren will be the first to hear it—and the last to pretend it didn’t echo.

Agent Ral:
Cael doesn’t speak to him often. He doesn’t need to. What they share is a language of presence, of silences held just a beat too long. If Cael ever breaks, Ral won’t stop him. He’ll just document the aftermath—and understand exactly why it happened.

Agent Remen Halden (Recursive Alias):
The name he wore when recursion tried to hollow him. Halden wasn’t just a cover—he was a fracture. A role the Archive whispered into his spine and made real. Some say Remen died in the Arc-Spill. Others say Joren did. Only one came back. And sometimes, in the dark between sigil pulses, he still answers to both.

Family (Redacted):
Disowned him after the Archive breach. Attempted to erase him from lineal memory. Their legacy is clean. He is not. And he no longer pretends to want it back.