Character
ARCTURUS VYNE
| Age | 42 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Weight | 195lbs |
| Force Sensitive | NO |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Clad in obsidian-plated armor trimmed with gold, Baron Vyne wears a stylized gilded helmet reminiscent of an ancient executioner's mask, cold, impersonal, and utterly silent. His uniform bears the markings of a high-born noble and senior officer: crimson inner-cape draped beneath his pauldrons, ceremonial gilding along the breastplate, and a singular black gemstone at his chest, rumored to have been forged from kyber. No one ever sees Arcturus eat, drink, or remove the helmet. Some speculate he is sustained by cybernetics, or that the mask conceals deformity wrought by a failed experiment. Others claim the face beneath it is perfectly preserved, untouched by age, a visage frozen in time by dark science.
INVENTORY
DT-29 heavy blaster pistol
Custom Class C Pressurized sealed helmet
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Baron Arcturus Vyne possesses a personality as cold and precise as the technologies he creates. He speaks in a synthesized baritone voice that carries no emotion, not because of any modulation or artificial aid, but because emotion itself has long been excised from his being. Vyne does not rage, celebrate, or lament. Success is not to be praised; it is to be expected. Failure is not scorned; it is simply removed. There is no room for sentiment in his worldview, only results. His loyalty is not to any individual or figurehead, but to the ideal of a perfected Empire—an eternal mechanism of order, control, and dominion. When in the presence of others, Vyne does not dominate the room with charisma or command, but with stillness. Silence clings to him like a shroud. He speaks rarely, and when he does, the effect is often more unsettling than a shout. His gaze is penetrating, his demeanor without warmth, and his judgments final. Even among the highest echelons of the Imperial elite, few can endure long conversations with him. They leave feeling as though they have been scanned, recorded, and dismissed by a mind that does not forget and never forgives.
STRENGTHS
Unshakable Composure: Emotionless and immune to provocation, Vyne maintains absolute control over himself in every situation. His calm unnerves even seasoned officers, and he never acts out of fear, anger, or pride.
Strategic Vision: He sees the larger galactic chess board with clarity few can match. He calculates that every move he makes, political, scientific, or tactical, and can read and anticipate the moves of others.
WEAKNESSES
Non-Combatant: Baron Vyne lacks any formal combat training and is physically unremarkable. He does not wield weapons, does not duel, and avoids frontline conflict entirely. In a direct confrontation without protection, he is vulnerable and easily overpowered.
Emotional Blindness: His complete detachment from emotion, while a strength in analysis and planning, leaves him blind to irrational behavior.
HISTORY
Much of Baron Vyne's early life remains sealed within the highest levels of Imperial Intelligence archives, redacted even from the Inquisitorius. Coming from a minor aristocratic family on Anaxes. He showed signs of extraordinary intelligence from a young age, reportedly solving advanced theoretical models before the age of ten. By his early twenties, he was recruited into the Obsidian Directive, an Imperial intelligence program to train candidates for the Advanced Weapons Research Division, where his first notable act was ordering the sterilization of a rogue test colony to preserve containment protocols. He did so without hesitation and without informing the command until the operation was completed.
Over the years, Vyne rose through the ranks not by political maneuvering or charisma, but through results: terrifying, effective, and often forbidden. Vyne's interest in weapons of mass destruction is not rooted in power for its own sake, but in ideology. He believes that only through the absolute capability to end all resistance can peace and order be maintained. He is not merely a creator of tools, he is a philosopher of annihilation, convinced that terror is the final instrument of order.
By 900, he was named Baron and made Director of the Advanced Weapons Research Division. This was done through a hidden remnant of former moffs, warlords, and technocrats who refused to accept the defeat of the Dark Empire. No confirmed visual records of him unmasked exist. No known voice sample bears inflection or warmth. He walks through shadowed halls of black glass and steel, a remnant of a colder age, yet perhaps the most dangerous man still shaping the future from its ruins.
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