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Arcann sul’Vridel
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  • OOC Name: mono
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  • Rank: Nonpartisan
  • Age & Season: 6 (Winter ❅)
  • Species Equine
  • Lineage: Settler
  • Height: 18hh
  • Sex: Stallion
  • Mate: Single
  • Crystals: 35
  • Tag: @[Arcann]


“Might controls everything - and without strength, you cannot protect anything; let alone yourself,”

Unknown x Lyra
Arcann sul’Vridel(m, alive), Arcturus(m, unknown)
offspring | none

voice claim | V from DMC5
scent | burning cedar, and sage

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Arcann is a blend of bloodlines that lends to his solid build. He is well muscled both from lineage and a strenuous life, and holds himself in an almost proud manner. He’s gray in color, with areas along his legs, hips, and face darkening to a near-black with an almost violet hue. Places along his jawline and ribs lighten up quite a bit giving him a varying degree of shades. Across his chest, forearms, and back thighs are faint stripes that eventually fade into his natural darkening. A few areas along Arcann’s body are traced in an almost pale blue. For every wound severe enough to scar whatever faint hairs grow back take on an icy hue instead. It’s most notable upon his left side where three jagged, pointed lines cross his eye.

What is quick to catch attention is often the strong, muscled wings he possesses. Soft and velvety to the touch, they are large appendages with lengthy, bony fingers that stretch out to a great size when in flight. In some areas the skin is torn - damaged too severely to be mended but far from hindering his flight.

Another aspect that seems to stand out is his long, whip-like tail. It takes place of a more traditional equine sort. He still retains a proper mane, which is a soft silver in color and quite extensive in length when not styled or tucked into a loose braid.

A pale blue cloak is often work across his back, clipped together at his left side with a moon and star broach. The pin is made of a heavy obsidian and well crafted. Looped into the broach is a thick black cord that loops under his wing. During more formal events in his homeland it was customary for him to have a lantern hanging below his wing. This lantern was often imbued with a soft magic that would leave it glowing a whispy blue.



Carved and molded to be an ideal, Arcann has an often stone-faced exterior. He comes across as serious in nature with an almost critical eye to those around him. He observes his surroundings quietly. What most don't know is these are traits forced upon him in near cruel ways. All Arcann has ever known is how to be the sharp tongued figurehead for those in power. While he's not outright cold upon first meetings – unless it's warranted – he tends to be more direct, and blunt in his speech.

He doesn't share much about himself and is cautious when questioned too deeply. Overall Arcann's exterior persona is something so ingrained by conditioning that he's no longer certain where the fake ends and he begins. As a result he's embraced that many of these qualities and habits are apart of who he is.

In rare moments or when he finds himself warming to someone smirks, or quiet witty remarks are occasionally given. He does take humour in things despite not often showing it. In time this might change as he begins to come into his own. Eventually he'll begin to discover who he is without a looming threat constantly at him. In quiet moments to himself Arcann is something of a bookworm. He could often be found in his homelands vast libraries reciting pages from thick tomes.

While it's still rare Arcann treasures his relationships. Again this isn't something that happens often as he keeps the majority of his interactions to a cold kind of shallow. It baffles him that others might wish to genuinely spend time with him, and it's something he holds close. There is still a sense of self-doubt, and almost awkward uncertainty but he would go to vast lengths for those who stick by his side.



He was born to a hellish, corrupt realm where dark magic and cruel prophecies were dictated by a tyrannical council. Arcann was one of two children born between the union of a temple guardian and a slave. By all rights his life should have been forfeited before it even began but a particular member of the High Council took an interest in pair while they were still within the womb.

Arcann was but a mere few hours old when he was separated from his mother and more frail twin brother. Vridel - an influential but cruel member of the Council - wanted the child for himself. As a result he was raised among the towering halls of the black palace. His upbringing was a harsh one. He was taught that his thoughts would never be his own, that he could never rebel. This became so deeply ingrained within the young Arcann and the cruelty he was faced if he dare step out of line was immense.

Vridel was also diligent in grooming his soon-to-be bodyguard in the ways of magic. Abilities that lay dormant deep within Arcann were drawn out over gruelling sessions that - at times - even went so far as to put his life upon the line.

In serving a corrupt Council he himself was often associated with their tainted ways. In time he became known as the enforcer, the executioner, and the right hand to his masters. Above all else he was the faithful lapdog for Vridel. While Arcann maintained a well constructed facade there was still some remnants of who he would have been that lingered. During what very little free time he had he would often hide himself away amongst the vast libraries. There he took comfort in the aged writings of those long since passed.

In a life that was otherwise completely controlled this served as his only sanctuary.

Convinced he could never escape this servitude, he had been tasked with keeping an eye upon one of Vridel’s many wives when she strayed. He followed her away from the extravagant ball and into the thick woods surrounding the grand halls. Having lost sight of her he continued his search until the Bifrost appeared.

Time Manipulation



The acceleration, slowing, looping, and even momentarily putting a halt to time have all been within Arcann's grasp. While many of his abilities currently lie dormant he hasn't forgotten the familiar touch of arcana. There is a soft thrum of magic that pulses through when he draws upon it. Often while time around him will shift Arcann will remain the same. This allows him to have a conscious understanding of the shift. He has not attempted to turn time back, and finds himself unlikely to be able to do such a thing. His abilities are more based upon the present.

Apprentice | At this time he is only able to accelerate or slow time for a brief moment. It would be enough to give him just a few short minutes in which he can move about freely while time around him is effected. This doesn't last for long – a handful of seconds is common, and a few minutes at most should he concentrate.

Adept | A few seconds has risen to a well deserved few minutes in which he finds it far easier to focus his arcana. At this point Arcann can slow down time to a near halt – not entirely stopping it, but slowing it just to the brink. While this still requites immense concentration it's become far less taxing with more of a reward.

Master | The length in which he can extend his abilities is now based upon his energy. Should he be able to maintain his time manipulation the duration of this – whether it's acceleration, slowing, or stopping time entirely – depends upon his own reserves. If he should be wounded or riddled with exhaustion he may only be able to cause a shift for a few short moments.

Virtuoso | Far less taxing upon his energy, Arcann can maintain a shift for a far longer period of time before feeling effected. He is also now able to loop extended periods of time and trap someone – or someplace – in a repetition of an event or moment.



Long-Crested Eagle | Female
Arcann’s dark feathered companion. She is rarely far from her bonded and has served as his second set of eyes for quite some time now. She was extremely young when she was presented to him, and can often be found either perched nearby or seated near one of his wings. She’s fairly typical for a Long-Crested Eagle, average in size and coloring. She is on the darker side, with the majority of her feathers being a dark brown-black. Along her wings a few of her flight feathers take on a more cream shade. Lastly her eyes are a sharp amber in color.


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