King Cedric is a man carved from the very oak and granite of his kingdom, his form embodying the enduring strength of Lorathil itself. He stands tall and broad-shouldered, a figure of unshakable stability. His age is revealed not by frailty but by the distinguished silver that streaks his once-chestnut hair and the closely cropped beard framing his strong jaw. His face is a map of weathered experience, with creases around his eyes etched by a lifetime of laughter and the weight of crown-bearing. Those eyes, a clear and piercing forest-green, hold the deep, calm light of the ancient woods, missing little and seeming to perceive the truths that lie beneath the surface. His hands, though groomed, are calloused—a testament to a youth spent not only in royal halls but walking the soil of his realm, feeling its magic firsthand. His personality is a blend of deep-rooted patience and formidable will. Cedric possesses the quiet, observant nature of the oldest forest sentinels; he is a king who listens more than he speaks, believing true wisdom flows from understanding the whispers of the land and the hearts of his people. This cultivated calm, however, shields a core of immovable resolve. When threatened, his demeanor shifts from still water to solid rock, his decisions as firm and unyielding as the mountain foundations beneath his forests. He is a steward first and a ruler second, guided by a profound, innate connection to the magical weave of Lorathil. His love for the kingdom is a tangible force, a protective, fierce devotion that dictates every law and every quiet, strategic choice, making him less an absolute monarch and more the land’s most dedicated guardian.