Dathus Tomar is a 24 year old Elvaan male from San d'Oria. He has been training with the Royal Knights since he could hold a weapon, and has never backed down from any challenge given to him. He was born near the beginning of the Crystal War between Orcs and Elvaan, before Ronfaure was the semi-tranquil place it is now. His older brother Aiden was struck down in combat. His father, Alexander, was another victim. While in Jugner Forest, an archer caught him during some of their downtime and pierced him with a mortal blow, which killed him instantly.

His main training was in the lance, after seeing one of Ranperre's Dragon Knights in combat. The way the battle was so smooth and effortless, he had the desire to wield that power for the Kingdom, and to keep his family safe. To this day, he is still fairly low in experience, but that has not stopped his passion and desire to be one of the best Dragon Knight San d'Oria has seen since Ranperre's age.

Dathus is skilled more than in physical combat. At a young age, his magical ability manifested itself rather readily. Before learning to harness it, he wasn't one to have gotten angry. Often times, when bullied because of his smaller physique and snow-blond hair, or his commoner status while he attended his studies, his anger took over and the fire he felt came out, and he had injured his peers on accident multiple times. His teachers, however, did not punish him as per usual with mages. Instead, they helped him harness his abilities and taught him to control the rage. He was also found to have had skill in the healing arts. During one of their breaks from classes, he had found an injured starling on the ground, cats stalking it. After shooing them away, he took the bird within his hands. He felt a warmth leaving his hands and the bird started to look better. His educators, amazed, immediately changed him from the basic studies to that of the white and black mages.

As he grew older in years, his anger and hatred towards the orcs had not waned. By the time he was fifteen, he had changed considerably from when he was younger. His eyes had become a deeper blue, like that of the skies he wished to traverse. His small frame had become much taller, keeping up with his peers, and although he had been training a majority with the mages, his body was well toned from his nights with the lance with his friends. He had ventured out of San d'Oria's safe walls multiple times, but one night had cost him.

He walked closer to the outpost of Ghelsba than he had ever gone, and finally found what he had wanted. An orcish encampment. Laying low, he observed them, trying to discern what they were saying, and holding his anger in check. After some time, he moved to leave, knowing he had to head home before he lost himself. A twig snapped, and the attention of the trio of orcs around the fire was his. He stood and began to use one of the spells he knew, and had gotten it off. One dropped readily, and the other two kept coming. Reaching for his back, he cursed himself for not bringing his lance. He met the next orc knuckle to knuckle, both fighting hand to hand. A few lucky shots, and Dathus had dropped the brawler. However, he was not ready for the last one. Turning around, he was met with his last adversary. A dagger was swung, and caught him on the right eye, cutting his cheek in an horizontal fashion. Rage seething through him, he put one hand on the orcs arm, his other on the chest, and cried out in anger and passion, a bolt of lightning shooting through its chest, burning a hole right through the monster.

Falling to his knees, Dathus brought one hand up to his eye, and found he could still see. His reflexes were impeccable, but he was not without injury. A cut above and below his eye was dominant, and felt deep. Working hastily, he closed the wound, but was not fully trained in the repair of flesh, so he knew he would be scarred. For how long, was uncertain.

Cropping his hair short, he always left one bang covering his right eye, hiding the secret shame he felt he always bared. Not once more did he venture close to the outpost, but his conviction was only strengthened. He had to help end the Crystal War.