Physical Description
In his youth one word would have described Crucius best. Silk. From his silken smile to his smooth deep voice and sly ways, Crucius was a sight to behold in court. Now, in the aftermath of the siege only one word better fits this veteran. Scars.
Dozens of scars range over Crucius's lithe and wirey form. From the few that trace his face to the rope like band of twisted flesh that snakes down across his throat, thicker than a handswidth. That ropey scar spills down over his chest and across his pallid flesh down under his breeches, livid white against a softer cream colored flesh. thick lines of livid red to soft blue faded scars decorate his arms, puckered and ancient stab wounds pepper his back and chest, round dents form arrow holes and a few as thick as a thumb from fighting trolls. Crucius has done it all for House Suncrown. Each scar has a story. A Story you've not yet earned the right to hear. Not that he's one for telling stories. Crucius isnt' the type to speak often, and when he does it's no longer in the deep booming shout of his youth. While his voice is still deep, the would suffered durign the siege that's wrecked his throat has left his voice devistated liek the landscape of his homeland. the dark scar that runs through the land mirrors the scar that runs down his form. It's left his voice gravvely and soft, a cold icey whisper of what may come to you should you step out of line.
Now he's a silver haired old man with the strength of steel in his wirey veins. His rough hands still nimble and his eyes, haunted with the horrors of Arthas' seige, still alert. Ever ready to spot some threat to the throne. His mouth seems permanently in a grim smile, as if he welcomes the inevitible betrayal he'll need to defend the Lord against. A smile because he knows he'll enjoy what he'll do to the poor fool who try's for succession out of turn.
Known Personality
Before Cian met his wife Ulwyn, she was married to his best friend and closest confidant a rogue named Lucius. Lucius was an extreamly loyal and trustworthy friend, of noble blood and lineage. During Ulwyn's pregnancy with what was to be their first child, Lucius was killed defending Cian. Saving his friends life he left behind a widow with an unborn child.
Comforting his friends poor widow, Cian took pity on her and did what was right, marrying her and adopting the child. That child was Crucius. gifted the Suncrown name but never able to succeed his step-father to the throne, Cian treated the young boy like the rogue friend he'd lost so many years ago. Taught by the best tutors and raised with the Suncrowns ideals, always present but never fully a part of the family, Crucius loves his half siblings and their children.
Taking it upon himself to protect them as his biological father had protected his step father, Cian, Crucius became first Lucians right hand, and now Luthias's.
When Arthas led his siege into the land, Crucius was one of the first to draw steele and rush to defend the family. it's unknown what befell him during the battle but when the fighting was over, he was presumed dead.
Recently however, crawling free from the rubble of the wreckage left behind in suncrown, reports of Crucius's return have filtered in to Velurian and the others. His determination to keep Suncrown alive may be the only thing keeping this wicked dark hearted elf alive. Only time can tell if this is the real Crucius or just a shade left behind by a vicious war.
Character History
Crucius was born with something silver in his mouth but it was not a spoon. No, it was a knife. Wicked remarks and a sharp dark humor has always been a trademark to the crafty old man who's been content to watch from the shadows. Secrative and sly it's clear that Crucius has no time to coddle the spoiled or the foolish. either proove yourself useful to him or get out of his way.
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