A lion of a man stood at the bottom of the citadel. He was tall and lean, to the point where one might call him lanky, but he was not thin. His muscles were toned, and he was not afraid to show them off through clothing that tightly clung to his skin. He wore a white bodysuit over his torso that ended in a high collar surrounding his neck, and his lower half was covered by an extravagantly flowing white robe. On his shoulders were two pauldrons, also white, with large blue gems encased in their center and ornate decorations surrounding each gem. His boots and gauntlets shared the same intricate design, both also containing blue gems; in his gauntlets, the gems were on the back of his hand, and on his greaves, they lay encased on the front side. His attire showed off his physique, but in a way that was refined and elegant. It was made of the same material as the prince's body armor, and the gems encased within it emit the same oddly pleasant mist. The man had green eyes that could pierce the soul of the most emotionally resilient person. They were cold, but not unfeeling; their emerald color brimmed with a combination of malice and vigor. His dark red hair was receding in front, revealing a pale white scalp, and reached down to his waist in back. It, like the robes he wore, was flowing and elegant, and his most prominent physical feature. His facial features were sharp and perpetually composed. He had a large, straight and wild red beard, although he had no mustache, giving him the likeness of a lion's mane. At his side rest a curved golden dagger, contained in a heavily decorated, translucent sheath. The dagger itself had decoration on its surface designed to draw attention to it, and the lines that drew these designs glowed an iridescent blue, much like the gems on the man's armor. On his back rest the holster for a rifle, made of boiled leather, which was currently empty, for he held its occupant in his hands; a sleek, black gun with a bright red scope attached to its surface and the same overly extravagant, shining blue designs on its body. The man looked very regal, very serious, and very dangerous. He was flanked on both sides by Mokanorian soldiers, all of which were armed with their own similar but less extravagant rifles and pistols. They all knelt in silence, their guns raised, acting as a shield for the citadel. One of them held himself facing the tall man in a rigid salute.
