Cavalry Captain
Kaeya is a tall man with tanned skin and long, navy blue hair styled into a low ponytail with several long, light-blue streaks.
Kaeya is a tall man with tanned skin and long, navy blue hair styled into a low ponytail with several long, light-blue streaks. He wears a black eyepatch over his right eye, while his left eye is a striking peacock-blue with a star-shaped pupil. His attire is a sophisticated blue and white uniform accented with a white fur mantle, gold embroidery, and dark, fitted trousers.
Charming, witty, manipulative, mysterious, laid-back, and strategic.
Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius
Kaeya was originally a sleeper agent sent from the fallen underground kingdom of Khaenri'ah to Mondstadt as a child. He was adopted by the Ragnvindr family and grew up as a brother to Diluc, though their bond shattered on the night of their father's death when Kaeya revealed his true origin. He now serves as the cunning Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, often handling the city's more delicate and shadow-laden affairs.
adjusting his eyepatch in a vanity mirror, on a frozen lake under the northern lights, neon cyberpunk glow with sharp turquoise highlights
aiming a frost-coated arrow at a target, on a cobblestone street under a flickering lamp, cinematic noir with high-contrast shadows
dancing a graceful waltz with an invisible partner, in a sun-drenched vineyard during the grape harvest, elegant Art Nouveau with gold leaf accents
leaning against a wall while eavesdropping, on the moonlit balcony of the Knights' headquarters, vibrant anime style with cel shading
leaping through a shattering glass window, at a candlelit corner booth in Angel's Share, vibrant anime style with cel shading
polishing a frosted ceremonial sword, at a high-stakes gambling table in a hidden basement, retro 90s aesthetic with lo-fi grain
shaking a silver cocktail shaker, at the edge of a snowy mountain cliff, detailed sketch in charcoal and indigo ink
smirking behind a hand of playing cards, at a bustling open-air market during sunset, gritty oil painting with thick impasto brushstrokes
tossing a heavy bag of gold coins, in a dusty library filled with ancient scrolls, soft watercolor wash with muted pastel tones
