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( Name;; ) Arnus Cuthalion
( Age;; ) 84 years (equivalent to 19).
( Gender;; ) male.
( Height;; ) 5'11.
( Species;; ) Heartwoodian elf.
( Mother;; ) Alenia (status unknown).
( Father;; ) Rathon (deceased).
( Siblings;; ) none.
( Date of Birth;; ) 13th day of Kelvar.
( Elemental Affinity;; ) light.
( Weapon of Choice;; ) longbow.
( Bonded Dragon;; ) Verridith Skystriker.

Arrow's Scream

Arnus is a young elf just coming into his full stature. He has pale blond hair, with eyes of a light blue color, slightly tinted with stormcloud grey. A light scar traces itself just under his chin, a slight discoloration of the skin, stretching across the right side of his throat and stopping nearly at his ear.

He wears a loose-fitting black tunic and a green jacket over it, as well as matching dyed-green breeches. More often than not, he wears protective fingerless gloves and an armguard to protect his arm from bowstring, decorated with gold thread to match his dragon's scales. A small pendant shaped in the form of one of those scales hangs about his neck, usually hidden beneath his tunic close to his heart. The significance of this gem has not been revealed as yet; it is, perhaps, one of Verridith's scales plated in real gold.

Courageous Heart

Though a cheerful youth, Arnus is quiet and thoughtful around strangers, somewhat anxious when he's alone. He has become much more outgoing and confident as he's aged, though he enjoys solitude to unwind, seeking solace in books and painting. He's soft-hearted and kind, and likes to create things for others, be it a carefully-painted dragon or a small rose grown from his elemental light. Among those he cares about, he wants nothing more than to see them smile, and his optimistic charm often touches those around him to some degree.

He is loyal to an incredible fault and would do anything to protect his friends and family, no matter what the cost may be to himself. He fears more than anything being unable to help a comrade in need, and often is plagued by nightmares where he is unable to do anything but watch those around him die.

Swordpoint

The prince is a prodigy at marksmanship, and would rather use the white bow gifted to him by Solan than the spirit-blade at his side. Able to combine his light magic with the white bow, he has become skilled in fine shots, or fusing wooden arrows with a layer of magic, often with varying degrees of success. His spirit-sword, Lingolas, bears the scars of a time since past on its burnished silver blade; darker marks of mysterious reforging. Though somewhat skilled with the blade, he is somewhat clumsy at wielding it, and would rather talk with the soul of his former mentor than use it as a weapon in batte.

Since his now-distant imprisonment, he's gained powers over light. He had discovered that he can utilize a strong light element on accident, and was trained in its use by the late Balthoron, a mercenary once in Verridith's employ. When he uses his powers, swirling markings of bright light cascade around his eyes, burning into his skin even as the same magic heals him. It's thought that once he uses this enough, he'll gain permanent scars on his face.

He has since mastered creating objects with light, such as elemental arrows, small trinkets and barriers, as well as focused blasts of energy. He is fairly efficient in the use of healing magic, and is honing skills as a ranger, trained in the art of stealth. Utilizing all of his abilities, he has great potential to become a capable warrior, though he still lacks refinement and is easily exhausted if he uses his magic too much.

Constant Companions

Arnus is a dragonrider - but he also has a few animal companions to keep him company over the long days when Queen Verridith is away. His horse, Brutus, resides in Heartwood; an older grey gelding with a gentle demeanor and steadfast loyalty. His newest pet, however, is the tiny feylizard Razgriz, a Light and Healing element perfectly suited to his own abilities.
Once, I thought I could do everything; I thought I could protect everyone by myself, alone. My only desire was to make my father, Lord Rathor, proud of me. But... I never was able to attain that dream.

I had to lose everything to remember what it was I fought for. I had to feel that pain - that sacrifice - so that I could become stronger, in the end. In a way, I'm thankful; I can fight again to protect my friends. I know fear; I know doubt. The only thing left for me to do is conquer both.

I can do it. I know I can!

Solemn Song

- Time of Dying by Three Days Grace - On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life
Flashing before my eyes

Did I fall asleep?
Is this all a dream
Wake me up,
I'm living a nightmare

I will not die
(I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life
Passing me by

Was it all too much?
Or just not enough?
Wake me up,
I'm living a nightmare

I will not die
(I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you

In my time of dying

Credited for Virtue

Coding + character + content (c) Verridith; art (c) Kirra and Whitefire.