Arthur Lovelace is no longer the amicable, gregarious young wastrel he once was. Whatever attractive features he once possessed have been beaten away in a vicious assault. His broken nose was set proper yet seemed slightly off, and a swathe of dark purple bruises and a multitude of cuts currently litter his face. Time will tell if they will heal properly or not.

The human has the form of a Noble warrior, well nourished and trained under arms. His coloured skin is smooth and taut with lean muscle, yet now it seems he walks with the assistance of a cane. The blonde man favours short hair and a trimmed beard, yet seemingly takes little care of it. His back is laced with numerous pink scars between the shoulderblades, having been flogged at some point in the past.

His clothing is of fine yet rather plain make, suitable enough for a Noble but not fancy or ostentatious.

When adorned in his favoured armour and winged helmet, Arthur nearly seems to stand a little straighter, the picture of the man he once aspired to be. The young man carries a distinct himself with a distinct subdued manner. Particularly in the presence of his own Family.

OOC:
-Formerly known as something of a boozing young lord who rumour had it, seemed to favour a drink in a rowdy tavern.
- Happy to accomodate anyone who would enjoy having met offscreen or in minor backstory : ).