As the World Burns Around Me

Bid for lovely number 5! [link]
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Tried a new greyscale thing here! What do you think? This took hours of maddening crap and some amazing revelations xD Definitely a learning experience!
I'm in love with this guy :3 Love him even more than I loved Fi! I think his character is a lot deeper, and that is one creepy looking eye yo. But underneath it all he just needs a hug xD Hope I get him!
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Name-Arun
Nickname-Ar
Gender-Stag
Age-8
Height-11.5hh
Type-Medium
Physical-Blind in right eye due to burn, scar there as well; scar on right side of flank too, notch in right ear, french-braided mane on chest
Color-Mahogany Bay Roan
Geno- EE/Aa/nRn/fwfw/RxRx
Use-Western Isles!
Baubles-Orange beads represent murder by fire magic; later imbued to increase fire magic potency, tat of gold pelt from killed fawnling tied by the government to serve as a reminder to everyone that he is a murderer.
Proposed Herd- Silverthorne
Personality- Deep thinker, easily aggravated, motivated, slightly tired of life, focused, confident, tends to lash out for no reason, chivalrous, slightly arrogant when you get to know him
Other Quirks- Dislikes fawns golden in colour due to his history. Also distrusts those from the Silverthorne herd.
History-
With a father as a general and the most sought-after mother in the herd, everyone knew Arun was always destined for greatness. He grew to perfectly fit everyone’s expectations; handsome, muscular, athletic, intelligent, lucky-number 5-pronged antlers, and he knew it. Life was great, everyone loved him, he was going to be king!
But one day, everything changed.
One fateful summer day, two seven-year-old stags circled each other in a forest clearing. One gold, one dark, both in the prime of their youth. Even though it was against the law to fight outside of rut, a little sparring couldn’t hurt right?
Wrong.
From the beginning, Arun had a way with magic. As a young fawn, he was entertaining himself with sparks and bursts of flames he sporadically produced. His parents attempted to quell the flames in him, worrying it was socially unacceptable to be exhibiting magic at such a young age. As he got older, he could control the fire better, but every once in a while, it would come raging out.
That summer day was one of those times. Before he knew it, a good-natured spar escalated into the chaotic shrieks of terrified Fawnlings, the sharp white of rolling eyes, and the red and black smell of burnt flesh.
When the smoke cleared, the gold fawn was dead. Nothing but a few scraps of pelt hanging onto a roasted corpse. Arun was so stunned he barely noticed the searing pain in his left eye.
The eye would never see again.
That day was the beginning of the end for Arun. Marched to the King and sentenced to exile, what was left of the gold fawn’s pelt was tied to Arun’s tail so he could never escape his past. Not that he could, with a score of angry red flesh over his left eye, burnt a blind white.
Banished from Silverthorne, Arun is attempting to pick up the pieces of his broken life and his shattered mind. Coming to terms with histalent with magic, he imbued the red and orange beads as a reminder of the form of murder with magic to increase the potency of his spells. He’s tossing out his deferred dreams of power and embracing the monster he has become.
However, he often still wonders of what his life could have been…