Alatar Gwydion the 3rd

Won in ToT Game 7

He's a swamp dude who sells swamp potions, they're really powerful but have an awful taste (unless they're for his son Archie), potions always do exactly what the potion is labeled as, nothing more nothing less.

 the prince of a lost kingdom. Alatar was taught advance alchemy and chemistry, he never thought he'd actually use it till his kingdom was lost. He's arrogant but by now the swap beat (most of) it out of him. 

He used to live in a makeshift swamp hut but he started making it more homey when he adopted Archie, the house holds surprisingly advanced alchemical tools he made it himself, some people even come to buy straight up glass from him.

He is teaching magic and alchemy to his son, and watches while Sir S'moresalot teaches him sword fighting.

He has gripes with how S'moresalot refers to him and Archie, mostly due to how it's technically true. But as long as Archie thinks it's just a game Alatar keeps his focus on making sure his son knows how to keep himself safe. Enemies are coming, and he knows he can't keep his child safe forever.

An arrogant prince sees his kingdom burning

This ignorant prince is learning

The consequences of his coldness

Lost all he had

Riches turned to rock and sand

Lost in a world that's completely unfamiliar

Look at reflections and sees another's figure

A scarred prince is learning

To push his comfort aside

To choke or swallow his pride

To finally see he's empty inside

His only wish alone

A family he could hold

That's why he must atone

One day he met a lonely child

Deep in the swaps and wilds

A small things he would now call his son

He will build a bastion where he never has to run

He would never imagine

That world would hear his prayers

But now he holds someone

In many many loved filled layers