Arthur Darkson, the Fallen Knight

A warrior from an unknown land, who arrived here with his lover. Torn from their original place, they arrived in Bellmuse and had integrated well into their society. Oddities at first, they managed to eventually blend in within the year. Not much is known about them from others, but between the man's crumbled mind and his lover's dominance, they know more about each other than anyone could ever guess.

Enslaved and renamed by his wife, Arthur is a man who constantly struggles between the hold his other has over him. A battle between the two, one that he lost, came at a very big price. His freedom. Despite all of this, however, he doesn't feel any animosity towards her, but constantly works to try and revert her back to her former self. This became his hidden, personal mission that he dedicated to himself, along with trying to get back to normal. Living in Bellmuse for now over a year, he contemplates on how to do this. The woman has an iron grip over him and attempts to ask for help, or speaking to others caused only pain.

Any and all resistance was put down by him, so when the songstress wanted to test just how far how her hold over him went, it came in the form of several heinous acts. First it began with simple animals and the like, to which he slaughtered them and did everything down to the letter. Secondly, she tried it out on several people, who even though Arthur physically and mentally resisted, the pain Tsumiko threw onto him broke the knight down and in moments, he found that his hands and blades were stained with the blood of the innocent. That only served to weaken his will further, ultimately reducing him to the slave he is now… But it wouldn't stop there. The Dark Songstress had many a plans for those in this new land and she set her sights on one specific place...

Now enrolled in the newly erected Syne Academy, the two are posing as students in a sense. The young man continues the ever long battle between his mind and his actions. Tsumiko wishes to cause as much misery and harm as needed to please herself, using he as an instrument. The sooner he breaks her hold over him, the sooner he can save her from herself.

He was unconscious for some time but had eventually awakened. The orange-red eyed, pale-faced man had rose from the ground. His head pounded and his body wobbled. A blue-hued forest was where he had found himself in, with his wife already out and about. She spoke out to him and asked a question.

“No, I don't.” He said, but the she reiterated his speech. His eyes gazed over to the blades  that lied on the ground. Those orbs of his shifted between the songstress and his swords. If he could retrieve them and just hit her on the head… No, that would never work. All she'd ever have to do was just read his mind and prevent him from even laying a hand on her. As such, he just picked up Mordred and Morgan, then placed them on their places at his back.

His helmet was next, to which he took steps over to it once he found the piece of armor by an adjacent tree. His hands had reached up and felt the metal against metal, before he placed it underneath one of his arms.

A command was then issued and one he couldn't deny. They were to go off and meet people, apparently, something he wasn't all too pleased about. Tsumiko was different from before, so now her being around anyone was bad, terrible even. The young man placed the helmet upon his head and took off with an equally brisk pace behind her…