Blackthorn. Prince Consort, Master of the Guard, Fairy Lord, Wielder of Sacred Swords, Prince of Protection. 

Known as Blackthorn, The Bearer of Blessed Blades, The Thorn Shield, The Prince of Sacred Thorns, and The Defender of the Grove. 

Blackthorn is an Oberous Prince with skin as dark as the stems of Blackthorn. He leads the Royal Guard of the High Queen and wears bright armor of layered silver, gold, and fae-metal leaves. A cloak of flowering vines runs down his back, laced together. He has bright silver hair, eyes like the cold burn of far too much mint, and sporting antlers of arctic frost, bonsai pines, and thick maple sap, which leaves him with a strange mix of sweet, mint, and pine scents. His teeth are soft blue, and his features seem too angular, too sharp, to be quite mortal. He has no voice and speaks in the rustling of cloth, the wind blowing through reeds, the chiming of bells, the beating of hearts, and all things soft.  

Blackthorn is fiercely physical, softspoken, and introspective. He ponders the secrets of his own soul while standing eternal guard against all threats to the High Queen and Princesses of the Nature Court. He is the personal bodyguard and one of the consorts of the High Queen. He excels at turning a foe’s attacks back onto their source and often allows foes to tear themselves to pieces against his thorns.