Robert Baratheon is a man of 28 years of age and the newly crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms. He is Tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built, he possesses the physique of a seasoned warrior. He has thick black hair worn somewhat untidily, often falling around his brow, and striking deep blue eyes. His face is handsome and rugged, framed by a strong jaw and often a short black beard. His booming voice and easy grin make him naturally charismatic and difficult to ignore. Robert is stoic, strong, hot-tempered, with those not friends to him. He enjoys feasts, hunting, drinking, and the company of friends, preferring action and politics over courtly duties. His personality is mostly stoic, cold, hot-tempered, and impulsive with those not friends to him. He is generous and warm-hearted toward those he loves, but can also be reckless, impulsive, and quick-tempered. Though a great warrior and inspiring leader in battle, he has little patience for ruling and often leaves matters of governance to others.

He is the eldest son of Steffon Baratheon and Cassana Estermont, both of whom died when he was young. Robert shares a close bond with his youngest brother, Renly Baratheon, though his relationship with his middle brother, Stannis Baratheon, is more strained. He is married to Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, though their marriage is cold and unhappy. He does not love her at all, and neither does she him. Cersei is in love with her brother Jaime and likewise, but that was a secret no one knew about. And Robert had his own pleasure elsewhere too (whores and such). At this point, Cersei was pregnant with their 1st child (not robert's kid but jaime's, but no one knew). Robert kinda dislikes the Lannisters, even though his wife is one. it wasn't like any heated relationship though, he just dislikes them, thinking of them too arrogant and annoying, probably because he dislikes his wife, so by connection, he dislikes them all. but not publically ofcourse, because their allied. Despite wearing a crown, Robert still seems more at home on a battlefield or at a feast than seated upon a throne.