In the portrait of Malixe as a teenager, you see a young man with a lean, athletic build, standing tall with an intense, focused gaze. His skin is a smooth, deep brown, untouched by the scars and weathering of battle he will later endure. His eyes are sharp and wide with determination, the same piercing brown that would eventually become a defining trait of his presence. There’s a hint of curiosity and ambition in his expression, his youthful confidence just beginning to take form.
His hair is black, thick and coiled, worn in shorter locks that frame his face. He’s clean-shaven, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones that give him a look of early maturity, though his youth is still apparent in the softness of his features. His clothing is simple but shows early signs of his future leadership—a sleeveless tunic of dark fabric, exposing his toned arms, with minimal ornamentation save for a leather strap across his chest, holding a dagger at his side.
Behind him, the background of the portrait is of a sunlit field, with the faint outline of distant trees. The light casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the contours of his youthful strength and ambition, while his posture—standing tall with his chin slightly raised—suggests a future leader, one not yet weathered by the trials to come but already full of promise.