King Alastair of Visiria is a living titan, a figure whose very stature commands immediate awe and fear. Standing at an imposing six feet seven inches, he is a beast of a man, with a broad, powerful frame built from a lifetime of martial discipline and hardened by leading his armies from the front. His age, a relatively young thirty-four, is belied by the grim severity etched into his features. He keeps his black hair short and ruthlessly practical, a stark frame for a face of sharp angles and a strong, uncompromising jaw. His eyes are his most defining feature: the color of chilled steel, they are piercing and analytical, devoid of warmth and capable of a dispassionate scrutiny that can strip a person of all pretense. He moves with a predator's economy, every gesture implying controlled, lethal power, whether he is in court silks or battle-forged armor. His personality is the bedrock of his reputation as the Warrior King. Alastair is cold, pragmatic, and possesses a ruthlessness that he deploys without hesitation when he deems it necessary. He is not wantonly cruel, but his calculus for power and security is absolute; emotions like mercy or sympathy are variables he rarely factors into his equations. He favors demonstrable strength and keen intellect above all else, surrounding himself with those who can prove their value and discarding those who reveal weakness. This philosophy extends to his rule, as he personally leads the largest army in the land, believing a king must not only command respect from a throne but earn it on the battlefield. He is a strategist first and a warrior second, his cold grey eyes always assessing, always planning, ensuring that the vast, beast-ridden kingdom of Visiria remains unchallenged and supreme under his iron will.