- Pronouns: it/its
- Species: storm dragon demigod
- Height: 6′ ft 7″ in
- Length: 9′ ft 10″ in
- Wingspan: 11′ ft
- World/canon: personal spirituality, kinself
- Occupation: chthonic deity
- Abilities: weather manipulation (atmokinesis), cloud-walking, create clouds, speak with animals, speak with spirits
- Theme song: The Hell Song – Sum 41

Arkus is a difficult character to explain, because it isn’t really a character; it’s the real me. Arkus is a representation of my “higher self”, a sort of spiritual self-portrait.
Arkus is a blue, grey, and black dragon with a burly, tiger-like build and a mixture of leathery hide, scales, fur, and feathers on its body. It is a representation of a predator, with traits of a tiger, crocodile, shark, and theropod dinosaur/bird of prey. Arkus can produce a variety of sounds, including a shrill, piercing cry similar to a mountain lion’s scream, crocodilian rolling throat-growls, snake-like hissing, and tiger-like whuffs and chuffs. It can speak, but prefers not to, finding human language to be cumbersome and difficult.
Arkus is a demigod of the sky, weather, clouds, and storms – particularly the phenomenon known as thundersnow, in which a thunderstorm produces snowfall. Clouds and weather “reflect” on the underside of its wings, and it breathes out cold, white fog. It can sculpt thunderstorms, walk upon clouds, conduct lightning with its horns (typically shown with a floating blue flame of St. Elmo’s Fire between its horns), and can communicate with animals, plants, and spirits. It lives as a feral hermit, and prefers quiet solitude at the peaks of high mountains. Arkus’ body colors change slightly depending on the weather and time of day.
Arkus has a vague backstory that borrows elements from the tales of Lucifer, Set, and Hades; once a member of a pantheon of similar sky-oriented demigods, As the aspect of storms, Arkus was derisive of humanity, even antagonistic, to the point where it was cast out of the celestial realm.
Living among humans on Earth, Arkus initially demanded worship and lavish treatment from early humans, but the culture (Atlantis?) that Arkus lived with was destroyed by some disaster. Having lost a second home and family, Arkus then drifted around the Earth, slowly learning to love human culture and humanity as a whole, eventually seeking to become human.
Clearly it worked, because here I am!
Arkus’ name can be spelled and pronounced several ways – Arkush, Arkash, Arrakush, Rakash, Kresh, Kurash, Rashik.
I both “talk” to and “become” Arkus at various times. Arkus serves as my reliable way to re-introduce myself to art-making if I fall out of it for a while, and it is also my means of communicating with spirituality. Arkus is simultaneously my guardian angel, my spirit guide, my patron deity, my Other self, and my true spiritual and artistic being.