[Center][img]http://i.imgur.com/7YuU6ca.jpg[/img] [color=slategray] [sub][H3]𝔄𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝑘[/h3][/sub][/color][/center] [B][COLOR=slategray]Appearance:[/COLOR][/B] Above average height, the build you'd expect from a soldier with his abilities, a lean warrior who's frame allows for a perfect harmony between speed and power. His normally well groomed facial hair has, since his imprisonment gotten a little rougher. His hairstyle's lost a lot of it's grace. While still considered handsome, he's grown more rugged in the later years. His green eyes have grown dull, and that fire that was once inside of him has since long faded. [COLOR=slategray][B]Epithet[/B][/COLOR] The Golden Prince [B][COLOR=slategray]Age:[/COLOR][/B] 32 [B][COLOR=slategray]Race:[/COLOR][/B] Human, hailing from the kingdom of Ilya. [B][COLOR=slategray]Profession:[/COLOR][/B] Conscript. [B][COLOR=slategray]Personality:[/COLOR][/B] In a word, Arthur's complex. He's a skilled warrior, a well tried and proven commander and a great ally to anyone who would have him. He's able to adapt to the slums, or the noble courts – from which he's born, of Ilya. Get work protecting an Akivir convoy, or commandeering a ship protecting merchants from the New World from pirates. He generally gets along with most people – unless they upset his sensibilities. Intelligent and cunning, able to stave off a fight when necessary, but not afraid to push the advantage when it's presented, showing a martial prowess beyond his years, yet showing off his decade and a half of experience in the service. He's generally rather bored of the peace in the continent of Yggdrasil, and while a officer in the Ilya army, he still gets into his fair share of trouble. Dreams of becoming a folk hero, someone who's legacy will be remembered forever for his valor, his honor and his protecting of the weaker are all factors that drags him into trouble. Well, that, and his giant flirt. It's in fact what landed him in this predicament to begin with. Coming off as deeply religious, praying the divine Gods daily, his extra-martial affairs tends to paint him as quite the hypocrite. He blames his affairs on his artistic soul, claiming the gods put him in this world to follow his heart, and there's not been a woman yet he has not fallen in love with. He deems himself something of a Druid of the developed world, in deep touch with cities – especially his home in the capital of Ilya, as opposed to the forests. Finally, he's mistrusting of magic and their uses, rather relying on a regular flintlock pistol and his trusty sword over fireballs and thunder from the sky. There are attributes of his personality, especially the more likable ones, the reliable ones, don't shine through the six years worth of constant alcohol consumption, giving off more of a sarcastic asshole who likes getting into trouble, than the complex man Arthur really is. [B][COLOR=slategray]Backstory:[/COLOR][/B] Frankly, Arthur Goldlink's story's starts rather dull, he was born comfortable in excess, never meant to work a day in is life. He's born to Jack Goldlink, former knight of the Papal Knights, Grandson of George Goldlink, one of the most fierce bankers in the entirely of Yggdrasil's recent history. As such, he's the third generation Nobleman, raised as such. He faked his father's signature, and stole his signet ring one night after a courtly party at their estate and signed himself up to go attend the Royal military school, shipping off a week later, having convinced his father it was a good idea, after all. Even as a teenager, Arthur was a clever boy, finding new and interesting ways of solving his problems, but often they came back with new problems. He graduated the academy two years faster than his peers, he was a natural soldier, quick to take to orders, a man of action, a man of the sword. He furthered his skills by attending the Officer school, his first official mission was as captain of a small naval vessel of 20 men, meant to be part of a convoy that would protect approaching merchant ships from the New World. His mettle was first tested when one of those ships was infested with Pirates whom had taken the merchants hostage, and were outnumbering his own crew two to one. With his tactics and sword skills, a display of his bravery and at risk of his own personal health, he and his crew took back the ship, rescuing the hostages and bringing all of the pirates into custody, it was how he earned his nickname by the men under his command, his lastname and his royal-like demeanor were the basis for it. Following the incident, his vessel was Dubbed The Golden Prince, and the crew were named the Golden Stripes, each and everyone of them proving to be valiant warriors and capable soldiers, doing everything they could for their country. The adventures of the Golden Stripes were many, protecting the innocent from bandits and ruffians, while serving their homeland they earned great fame, all to further fuel Arthur's Hubris and his dream of heroisms, pushing him into greater and greater dangers. One mission, after the emergence of the monsters in the New World The Golden Stripes were sent as backup. Not even one week out of landing The New World, the monsters attacked their unit, decimating his friends, none of his swordplay, or careful planning could save the lives of the greatest friends he had ever known. He had always been brave in the face of danger, never been afraid to die, putting his honor above his live. But this, this was something else. He ran, hearing the final screams of his men, men who had trusted him and called him a brother for the past decade. He left them to die, returning back home, he dove deeply into alcoholism and whatever joys he could find, constantly at odds with both his father, and the rest of the noble, but also his superiors and his fellow officers. The last straw came last year, when he was caught in the bedroom of the Minister of the Soldiery, the highest superior in his field. The minister challenged him to a duel, provoking Arthur as much as he could, the man almost twice Arthur's age. Arthur did not just win the duel, but he humiliated the Minister, robbing him of his pride and his honor, gloating over his warrior prowess. The Minister spat a venomous line about all of that swordplay couldn't save his friends in the New World and Arthur snapped. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the dungeon, handcuffed and in tattered clothes. Blood stains on his face and clothes. It came back to him, he had killed the Minister, stabbed him six times, and when the guards moved to arrest him, he had cut two of them down, before he was finally stopped by a mage. He was going to get executed, and none of his former glory was gonna save him. Nor could the near-unlimited influence of his patriarch. The only thing his father could do for his beloved son was plead with the court to give his son a different fate. A chance to redeem himself. To return to the New World and seek redemption. His father knew it was a suicide mission, but he had hoped they would have put Arthur in charge of another patrol, and not as a conscript. But Jack's influence had limits, indeed. Being shipped off to the new world, Arthur's going to have to fight to survive, with no one to have his back. Well and truly, he's alone in the New World. [COLOR=slategray][B]Skills and Abilities:[/B][/COLOR] Martial Training; Put in the Royal Military Academy at the age of 14, he shattered all records. Graduating from the prestigious academy at the mere age of 16, two years quicker than his peers, a fully trained soldier as it were, yet, that was not enough for him. He studied to become an officer and had the rank of Commander of a battalion at the age of 19, all in testament of his skills as a soldier and commanding officer. Duelist; While shooting a rifle and a pistol were both part of the training regiment he went through, they were never his talent. Besides planning and seeing things from a different perspective than most – both things that lent themselves to commandeering, he's an excellent swordsman. Doing his best word in a one on one duel. His personal favorite is the finesse and elegance of a rapier, but he is a quick study and skilled with just about any straight sword. Survivalist; He's an adept survivalist, just not out in the forest. He does not know how to setup traps, he only knows that one should, nor how to collect food, and he's not much of a hunter. No, his survival skill comes from dealing with other people, bartering information for supplies. Able to tend to the needs of others usually always goes well. Brawler; When without a sword, he's fully capable of throwing the gloves and having a old fashioned brawl, brawling champion in the Garrison for three years in a row – before his disbarment, that is. Naval Combat; He's unable to man any part of the ship except that of Captain, able to direct the rest of the crew for the best course of action, yet, his understanding of Naval Combat's impressive. [B][COLOR=slategray]Equipment:[/COLOR][/B] Conscript equipment. He wears his family crest on a necklace around his neck, carrying a run off the mill rapier that was handed to him by the garrison. The only thing he carries that's his own is his leather chest armor with it's one shoulder pad, that once bore the mark of the Golden Stripes, but since his last visit in the area, it's been cut off with a knife, leaving scarring in the leather. He carries a flask with vodka in it, now his most priced possession.