Lean, muscular, of above average height and dressed in flowing robes and a dark, hooded cloak that covers his features, Arkan cuts an imposing if ominous figure when viewed by those that do not know him intimately.

The aura of mystery surrounding this powerful yet elegantly built human is heightened by the small mystical runes stitched onto the hood of his cloak, as well on the cloak's edge where it trails at the back of his knees. A large sheath strapped on his back carries a long bladed sword with an elegantly forged hilt with small writing in a mysterious script engraved thereon. The writing appears to vanish upwards from the hilt and onto the blade itself.

When he raises his head, allowing light to shine into the hood and highlight his face, viewers can make out a youthful and handsome face with clean shaven cheeks and dusky features. His hair is combed back into a widows peak and his black eyes are sharp, piercing and gleam with intelligence and not a little bit of curiosity. There is also hunger within the gleaming dark orbs...hunger for something he does not yet appear to possess, but greatly wishes to.

Is it a hunger that will feed his soul and temper it with compassion and contentment, or is it a ravenous fire that will only consume him, and those around him?

Only time and adventures with his new companions will tell...