About Me
///StormkingArcana (IRL)///
Hi everypony! You can call me Storm. I am an aspiring writer, and I'm proud to be a brony. I identify as a pansexual male, with a slight preference for men.
I'm 19, and I'm in my senior year of high school. I'm planning to go to a community college for a 2 year degree, just to get a grip on what college is like.
I normally dislike labels, but here's a few I consider part of who I am.
I'm always open to meet new people, especially if they are struggling. If you are reading this, just know that I care, alright? This world needs more bright souls like us, not less.
If you ever need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there.
///Gaul’thera (OC)///
Gaul is a medium sized, lime green alicorn stallion. He’s fairly muscular, but years of sitting around stargazing have made him weaker than usual. His cutie mark is a compass rose, which signifies the fact that he's a stranger to Equestria, and will never be able to live out his life happily there. He cannot fly, due to his wings being really small relative to size and body weight. He ‘s rather shy, but in times of need his courage really shows. He used to be a Hunter from a faraway land, in a place beyond the stars. Exceptionally skilled at herbal medicine by necessity, as he lives in a hostile forest. He lives in an observatory deep in the heart of the Everfree Forest, ever searching for the constellation that will bring him home…
///Gaul's traits as a human///
--Physical--
Long blonde hair, either tied up in a ponytail, or loose and unbound when not working.
Standing an even six feet tall, Gaul is pretty average in height.
Weighing in at 240 pounds, Gaul is all muscle and sinew. He’s abnormally strong, even for a Hunter.
Fair skin, but doesn’t burn easily due to exceedingly large amounts of time spent outdoors.
Gaul’s face is wide and angular.
No eyes due to a birth defect, instead uses a 6th sense to detect large objects. (anything human-sized or larger)
Gaul’s sense tells him more than what something is shaped like, he can use it to tell what something is made of, how fast it’s moving, and even incorporeal things like emotions.
His sense is limited by how close he is to the object, giving him less detail as it gets farther away.
Prefers plain clothing, but has a few flashy outfits for special occasions.
Wears a barioth claw around his neck as a totem, and as a focusing point.
Like all Hunters, he carries a large sheath knife. The sheath is plain and unadorned, worn near the small of his back.
His boots are dusty and travel-worn, and are something of an old friend to him.
His usually goes about in a waistcoat and plain trousers, in typical desert style.
Prefers heavier weapons, although he’s no stranger to knife fighting.
Wears a blindfold to cover his lack of eyes, mostly as to not upset people.
--Emotional--
Acts confident even if he really isn’t.
Prefers solitude over companionship.
Acts kindly to others, but keeps his distance for fear of attachment.
Stubbornly persists in own beliefs.
Dedicated and loyal to those he deems worthy of trust.
Easily upset, prone to mood swings.
Mentions of family or blood relatives set him off, regardless of whose.
Strives to be virtuous, but struggles with societal norms.
Enjoys being read to, as he can’t actually see the book.
Stories of heroes and adventures are his favorite.
Wants to be remembered for his deeds.
Stubbornly optimistic.
Can be overly serious at times.
Easily fooled, but incredibly vengeful if you deceive him.
Empathy comes naturally to him.
--Mental/Intellectual--
Sees himself as a champion of justice, even though that may not always be the case.
Genuinely wants to help society.
Constantly struggles with killing sapient creatures, even for the benefit of mankind.
Relies heavily on gut instinct to get him out of trouble.
Somewhat educated, but not being able to read has made schooling difficult.
Doesn’t like people, but is sworn to serve the betterment of mankind.
Hunting makes him feel uneasy, especially having to hear the dying thoughts of every monster he kills.
Does not perceive himself as well liked, and thinks that most people help him out of fear.
If he gets stuck on a problem, he takes a step back to analyze the situation.
Occasionally rushes into conflict without thinking.
Uses brute force to solve a problem whenever possible.
Envisions life as a grand play, with himself as the star.
Doesn’t talk much, tends to listen more than he speaks.
Attentive and precise.
Can be bitter about something that happened years ago.
Has a somewhat poor short term memory.
Absolutely ruthless when dealing with an attacker.
Values his own life over that of others.
Strongly self-preserving, tries to stay out of trouble.
Unfortunately, trouble is attracted to him.
Insecure about himself, and tries to hide that with a strong, confident exterior.
Makes many enemies, despite his efforts to go unnoticed.
Famous and well-respected for his morals and combat prowess.
Searching for meaning in his life.
Values mental acuity at the same level as physical prowess.
Thinks of humans as tools for the most part, designed to serve a purpose.
Misanthropic and reclusive, tends to keep to himself.
Thinks of power as a means to an end, an instrument of life and death.
Focused and single-minded when pursuing a goal.
Keen and analytic, but usually chooses brawn over brains.
Steam Name: arclight_stormking
Link to my current fanfic: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/30578/What-We-Are-...
My DeviantArt is over here: http://stormkingarcana.deviantart.com/
Ask Gaul! (Or just check out my song of the day. :3) http://ask-gaulthera.tumblr.com/
Hi everypony! You can call me Storm. I am an aspiring writer, and I'm proud to be a brony. I identify as a pansexual male, with a slight preference for men.
I'm 19, and I'm in my senior year of high school. I'm planning to go to a community college for a 2 year degree, just to get a grip on what college is like.
I normally dislike labels, but here's a few I consider part of who I am.
- Metalhead
- Artist
- Brony
- Dreamer
I'm always open to meet new people, especially if they are struggling. If you are reading this, just know that I care, alright? This world needs more bright souls like us, not less.
If you ever need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there.
///Gaul’thera (OC)///
Gaul is a medium sized, lime green alicorn stallion. He’s fairly muscular, but years of sitting around stargazing have made him weaker than usual. His cutie mark is a compass rose, which signifies the fact that he's a stranger to Equestria, and will never be able to live out his life happily there. He cannot fly, due to his wings being really small relative to size and body weight. He ‘s rather shy, but in times of need his courage really shows. He used to be a Hunter from a faraway land, in a place beyond the stars. Exceptionally skilled at herbal medicine by necessity, as he lives in a hostile forest. He lives in an observatory deep in the heart of the Everfree Forest, ever searching for the constellation that will bring him home…
///Gaul's traits as a human///
--Physical--
Long blonde hair, either tied up in a ponytail, or loose and unbound when not working.
Standing an even six feet tall, Gaul is pretty average in height.
Weighing in at 240 pounds, Gaul is all muscle and sinew. He’s abnormally strong, even for a Hunter.
Fair skin, but doesn’t burn easily due to exceedingly large amounts of time spent outdoors.
Gaul’s face is wide and angular.
No eyes due to a birth defect, instead uses a 6th sense to detect large objects. (anything human-sized or larger)
Gaul’s sense tells him more than what something is shaped like, he can use it to tell what something is made of, how fast it’s moving, and even incorporeal things like emotions.
His sense is limited by how close he is to the object, giving him less detail as it gets farther away.
Prefers plain clothing, but has a few flashy outfits for special occasions.
Wears a barioth claw around his neck as a totem, and as a focusing point.
Like all Hunters, he carries a large sheath knife. The sheath is plain and unadorned, worn near the small of his back.
His boots are dusty and travel-worn, and are something of an old friend to him.
His usually goes about in a waistcoat and plain trousers, in typical desert style.
Prefers heavier weapons, although he’s no stranger to knife fighting.
Wears a blindfold to cover his lack of eyes, mostly as to not upset people.
--Emotional--
Acts confident even if he really isn’t.
Prefers solitude over companionship.
Acts kindly to others, but keeps his distance for fear of attachment.
Stubbornly persists in own beliefs.
Dedicated and loyal to those he deems worthy of trust.
Easily upset, prone to mood swings.
Mentions of family or blood relatives set him off, regardless of whose.
Strives to be virtuous, but struggles with societal norms.
Enjoys being read to, as he can’t actually see the book.
Stories of heroes and adventures are his favorite.
Wants to be remembered for his deeds.
Stubbornly optimistic.
Can be overly serious at times.
Easily fooled, but incredibly vengeful if you deceive him.
Empathy comes naturally to him.
--Mental/Intellectual--
Sees himself as a champion of justice, even though that may not always be the case.
Genuinely wants to help society.
Constantly struggles with killing sapient creatures, even for the benefit of mankind.
Relies heavily on gut instinct to get him out of trouble.
Somewhat educated, but not being able to read has made schooling difficult.
Doesn’t like people, but is sworn to serve the betterment of mankind.
Hunting makes him feel uneasy, especially having to hear the dying thoughts of every monster he kills.
Does not perceive himself as well liked, and thinks that most people help him out of fear.
If he gets stuck on a problem, he takes a step back to analyze the situation.
Occasionally rushes into conflict without thinking.
Uses brute force to solve a problem whenever possible.
Envisions life as a grand play, with himself as the star.
Doesn’t talk much, tends to listen more than he speaks.
Attentive and precise.
Can be bitter about something that happened years ago.
Has a somewhat poor short term memory.
Absolutely ruthless when dealing with an attacker.
Values his own life over that of others.
Strongly self-preserving, tries to stay out of trouble.
Unfortunately, trouble is attracted to him.
Insecure about himself, and tries to hide that with a strong, confident exterior.
Makes many enemies, despite his efforts to go unnoticed.
Famous and well-respected for his morals and combat prowess.
Searching for meaning in his life.
Values mental acuity at the same level as physical prowess.
Thinks of humans as tools for the most part, designed to serve a purpose.
Misanthropic and reclusive, tends to keep to himself.
Thinks of power as a means to an end, an instrument of life and death.
Focused and single-minded when pursuing a goal.
Keen and analytic, but usually chooses brawn over brains.
Steam Name: arclight_stormking
Link to my current fanfic: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/30578/What-We-Are-...
My DeviantArt is over here: http://stormkingarcana.deviantart.com/
Ask Gaul! (Or just check out my song of the day. :3) http://ask-gaulthera.tumblr.com/
It will guide you through the night.