Gross old womanizer (mare-inizer?) obsessed with lineage and perfection. Capable of charisma, but only in short bursts, as he enjoys indulging his temper too much to supress it for long.

He was a king once, but he failed to sire an heir to his standards through natural means, and so he left to find an alchemic solution to his problem. What was meant to be a brief journey has ended up spanning decades as his studies pushed him further across the world and deeper into the dungeons. No longer content to merely procure a healthy heir, he has become bewitched by the prospects of what alchemy can create and seeks to create the perfect specimen to succeed him. Frequently creates experimental foals - sometimes of his own blood, sometimes through blood stolen from others - only to abandon them once he has learned all he can from the experiment or he has deemed them failures. He does not feel remorse for doing so, as he believes the mere act of giving life to these foals leaves them indebted to him.

Though his kingdom moved on without him, he still believes they await his return and will welcome him and his perfect heir back onto the throne.