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Arkus is a half-orc who was born to the mysterious, dark-skinned orcs of the Underdark. However, he often found their brutish ways troublesome, especially as he found a knack for ingenuity at a young age. He would often escape to the surface world to get away and think; a place that his full-orc bretheren dared not follow him to.

One day, on such an outing to the surface, he was confronted by some intimidating figures in shady robes. Before he knew it, he'd been bagged up and dragged away to who-knows-where. There, they performed demonic rituals, using Arkus as some sort of component or sacrifice. Their attempt backfired, however, when the dark energy of the rituals was absorbed into him instead. The tainted fury unleashed inside of him burst forth, slamming the cultists into unconsciousness with supernatural force. Lost, panicked, and angered, he fled to the nearest exit he could find and ran until he could run no more.

After having some time to himself to sort out his situation and calm down, Arkus realized that he didn't know how to return to his home. His only choice was to survive and find solace somewhere on the surface. Since then, he has become an immigrant in Kenabres, working as a tinkerer of sorts making an honest living. He has also refined his newfound telekinetic powers since then, gaining tight control over them.

While Arkus is of decent visage for the common male beauty standards of his race, he's no model. Still, his long, slender frame paired with his dark, greyish skin gives him a particular mystery and allure. He has a pair of work goggles that he often wears whether working or not, and dresses decently in the fine leather that his profession affords him. Although one may not notice at first glance, his shadow is particularly peculiar. Instead of a common silhouette, Arkus' shadow twists and into terrifying shapes like those of demons; a curse afforded to him by the demonic rituals performed on him in his youth. For this reason, he tries to avoid the public during the daytime, and keeps his workshop windows shuttered, lest he start a commotion in Kenabres.

Arkus is rather reserved. Between the bullying from his homeland, the trauma of his childhood experience, and the distrust of those in Kenabres, he finds it easier to keep to himself and focus on his work. He is actually quite personable if approached with a friendly attitude, but is not one to do the approaching himself. He is strong-willed and strives for excellence in all things he does, knowing that persistence pays off.