Hey, I'm really sorry this took so damn long. Was laid up and on some pretty heavy meds for a while, couldn't get two thoughts straight. But I'm back and if you're interested here is my king. If not, I totally get it and hope you at least enjoy the read :)

Name: Mathias Anaxkolasi

Race: Human (Mage)

Age: 21

Height: 5'11”

Weight: 155lbs

Hair: Ebony black with tips of deep crimson red. It falls shorter around his face, tapering to about jaw length, while the rest reaches to just below his shoulderblades. Three thin braids fall from his left temple while the rest tends to be kept tied back with a leather cord in a simple tail of faint waves.

Eyes: Emerald green with flecks of gold

Skin: warm caramel, sun-kissed. Tends to be a bit darker in the summer, lighter in the winter.

Build: Best described as a "swimmer's build." Broad, well-toned but not overly-muscled shoulders tapered into lean hips. A flat abdomen showed undeniable definition, without being a full six-pack. 

Extra: He has well-defined, almost sharp features. High cheek-bones, thin lips and almond-shaped eyes that tend to be ringed in Khol whenever he is in public. A band of black tribal-like vines have been marked into the skin of his right bicep. 

Clothes: Varies a great deal. He is fond of his fine silken shirts and leather trousers when in the comfort of the palace. On the battle field, he prefers leather instead of any true armor, though often layered with chain-mail. Most notable would be his calf-length leather surcoat that holds the golden-dragon crest upon its back. Knee-length leather boots almost always have at least one small throwable blade tucked away.

Accessories: 3 small, silver hoops pierce his left earlobe. Small (2-3" max) throwing knife tucked into the ponytail and hidden within the thick waves of his hair whenever he has to go without visible weapons. It was a gift to him by his trainer and one he holds dear to his heart.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Well-trained fighter with sword and staff. Talented archer. From a young age he learned to lead: Politics, military maneuvering, court etiquette, etc. 

General Personality: Looking quite young for his age, Mathias has always had to fight to be taken seriously. A keen mind is well hidden behind bright green eyes, and he never hesitates to let it be known. Though this tends to make him a rather serious soul, he is not without his humor. He takes loyalty and family very seriously and is not above correcting those that do not agree. Though outwardly a calm, gentle individual, he is not one to be crossed. He does not enjoy bloodshed, but neither is he truly opposed to war and violence if it gets the job done and his point across. Those that truly know him, know that when the smile comes out during negotiations, someone's life is short. Mathias will do whatever it takes to keep his people safe and happy. It was a promise he made to his father, and Mathias never breaks his word once it is given.

Background: Mathias was born the only son to king Azarien Anaxkolasi. When his mother had two miscarriages after him, it became obvious that he would be the only child and heir to the kingdom. One might think that this would leave the boy lavished in riches and spoiled. It did not. His father chose quite the opposite route. The boy was never to be coddled, but rather raised to grow into the leader that his father had been. He was tutored from an early age in all the aspects of court and warfare. Assigned his own private training instructor, the boy worked daily with blade and staff until his twelfth birthday, where he began to train alongside the troops as well. Along with his physical education, Mathias was tutored daily in history, geography, logic, mathematics, politics, etiquette, and anything else his father thought of to make him a well-rounded and well-prepared ruler. 

It was a brief skirmish with one of the neighboring kingdoms that pushed Azarien's plans into action long ahead of schedule. When his father did not return from one of the final battles, it fell to Mathias to take his place. At barely sixteen, it was no wonder that many on the council questioned him and his right to rule. But as the only living heir, there was little they could truly do. Still, it was his first year upon the throne, and his own actions in ending their current strife, that finally convinced both the council, and his people, that he not only belonged upon the throne, but was ready to sit it.

His time now became split between the daily duties of a ruling king: Meetings, court appearances, and other daily tasks within his kingdom, and the continuation of his training. With his father gone, Galen, his trainer, quickly became his cherished mentor. By his twenty first birthday, he had already led his armies into two more campaigns - both successful for their kingdom. He was not going to sit back and direct. It was something that garnered him the loyalty of not just his generals, but the common soldiers that fought and died at his side. Mathias never hesitated to pick up a sword and run head-long into battle right alongside his men. He fought, bled, and celebrated with the common soldiers, ensuring that they knew his gratitude for their sacrifice. And when those men fell, he always ensured that their families were taken care of.

When one of the larger kingdoms on their Northern border decided to begin hostile movements again, Mathias was quick to dispatch his men in hopes of preventing battle. But the Outlanders refused to back down. Before long, they found themselves caught on two fronts: The main front where the two kingdoms clashed, and within their smaller villages where raiding parties periodically came and struck - looting and burning whatever they found. There was no other option, he had to split his attentions. Leaving his generals to the front lines, Mathias took a small party and set off towards the villages to do what he could to protect those people that had given up their boys and men to fight for their king. Three villages they passed, turning back the raiders despite being outnumbered. By the time they reached the last village, most of it was up in flames. The raiding party gone, Mathias scoured the small village, his men putting out fires as they moved until finally a small group of survivors was tracked to the hidden cellar.