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~ 29 Blooming Moon, 1424 AL
~ 53 Years Old
The stoic, calculated King of Yondar. Crowned a king at 17 years old after the untimely death of his father. Many people - advisors, lords and ladies of surrounding lands, people who Ronan had considered friends - wondered whether a the quick to anger boy that Ronan used to be could ever rule over the kingdom. Ronan proved them all wrong. Where people expected anger, Ronan learnt patience, where they expected arrogance, he showed them intelligent reasoning.
It is a wonder, then, how King Ronan could have possible overlooked his eldest son as heir to the throne. It is even more a wonder how he managed to miss his son's growing resentment, to the point where Percival would forcefully and successfully take the throne with little to no resistance.
General Physical Condition
After all these years, you had forgotten just how imposing King Ronan looked. There may be wrinkles around his eyes now and grey flecks outnumbering the brown hair atop his head, but neither of those things deter from his image.
He still stands tall. Back straight, chin up, looking down on the world with cold and calculating eyes - an unnerving dark grey in comparison to Alex's softer grey eyes.
He's still built to fight. A wall of muscle underneath leather hide and steel armour.
Then there's the scowl, permanently etched on his face. A warning to those who don't know him - stay away or face my blade - and a matter of disaproval or scrutiny to those who do know him. 10 years ago, back in Tiraven, you had been on the receiving end of that scowl too many times to count.