PIONEER OF WELTALL
DEADMEN BE THOSE WITHOUT PRIDE.
BASIC INFORMATION
| Information | Status |
|---|---|
| Name | Rhuzerveilt |
| Epithet | The Mercenary Warlord |
| Nickname | Rhuzerv, Boss, Mr. Chairman |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Beastkin |
| Age | 224+, ageless |
| Birthdate | Unknown |
| Origin | Unknown |
| Height | 194 cm (+ears) |
| Weight | 97.76 kg (+tail) |
| Affiliation | Weltall (main) |
| [Faceclaim] | SilverAsh |
A CHRONICLE
Rhuzerveilt is the founder and current chairman of Weltall, also the first man known to establish a firm within a pocket universe. He is a beastkin who spent most of his life as a mercenary and has traveled countless realms from another plane of existence, a feat assisted by the ancient device he found during a research about the Age of Gods. Weltall itself is generally famous as a highly structured, multiversal megacorporation that's primarily a private military firm of mercenaries or troops from different planets, galaxies, and even universes to hire. Despite its shadiness and innumerable mysteries shrouding, his enterprise has successfully expanded its reach to lots of other field, such as; military technologies manufacturing, genetic engineering, military training and weapon trading.
Everything originated from his desire to reform the world and grant others who are born without purpose just like how he was, a purpose. By the knowledge and experiences he acquired from his ventures, born was the idea to build his own mercenary-organisation. It is said Weltall only accepts requests that result in greater good or peace, and the majority of his loyal workers were outcasts he met along the way or whom he took in. He was the one who trained his personnel in person, and in his stagnantly long life, he had shaped numerous men who had neither a family nor a place to return to into war-heroes.
Both him and his organisation move for the sake of others as they share the same benevolent principles, yet as time passes by, the mercenary group under his wings grows dominant that many fear them and slander their reputation. His firm is being reluctantly tolerated, putting it in a tight spot as a large number of people targets it to be annihilated. With hardships and perils coming from both sides, internal and external, it seems that he has another plan devised for his organisation in order to face the upcoming future...
Remnants of the past:
MORROWS, DEVOURED
"Congratulations. You, are the chosen one."
What is there to be congratulated? He gets favored by this poor excuse of a world where dogs eat its own kin, where war is unending. If anything, it's a curse in the form of a blessing. Alas, someplace he longs to destroy ends up relying on his care and he will use any means necessary to survive.
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STORM BAPTISM
"From this day onwards, we are a family."
Nobody tried to teach him peace, so he built one on his own. It takes a decade for people to realize that licking each other's wounds is better than fruitless bloodshed, and at last, he is able to close the curtains of war. Those whom the battlefield damages are then gathered, given a place they can refer as 'home'.
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A PORTRAIT OF PEACE
"Take, ravage and whatnot. For their sake, Iβ"
All good things must come to an end, so does his makeshift family life. Ambitions bring the demise of his loved ones, therefore, he abandons it all. A world without his family, a world that rejects their existences may as well burn for all he care. Eradicate, and make anew. What left from the illusionary peace is just a worn, blood-stained photo.
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AD ASTRA
"A new world shall be born. This, I vow."
If death exists, then so does un-death. If fleetingness exists, then so does perpetuity. Ever since his family members' passing, he sets out on a journey and conquers the stars to find a land where transience is eternal. The notion crazes him, but it is one he can't discard. Even religion failed, for he would have sooner fought a God than pray to it.
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END OF EPHEMERA
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APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY
For a beastkin of a snow leopard subspecies, he has an ideal build and superior stature to most of his brethren, standing around 194 cm (6 ft 4 in) and weighs around 98 kg (216 lb) with his tail included. He has a pair of ears and a tail that share the same color with his hair; white with some darker strands. His eyes usually appear to be bluish or silvery with cat-like pupils.
The cold and bloodless war machine is how he was described by enemies and comrades alike in the past. He used to spare no room for emotions and have nary a care to the bonds between people. All of his actions were based entirely on how he was ordered, but this personality have mellowed down post-war. The only traits left from his pre-matured self are the ability to be charismatic, decisive and effective no matter what kind of situation he faces. A frightening man, for beyond that stoical mien of his, laid deep unsaid plans. This capability is the key to his successes, at the same time it brings him infamy for projecting the vibe of someone inhumanely phlegmatic.
His demeanor screams unapproachable and stern due to the outwardly professional air he maintains, but while his cold exterior and work-oriented attitude intimidate people away, he isn't anti-social. Mature, suave, and dependable, he respects those who are worthy, looks after his friends out of genuine concern, and tells them bad jokes at times. His usual unyielding stoic countenance hardly ever betrays bewilderment or enthusiasm, but whenever it does, it's often at the minimum level, hence it's better to observe his ears or tail to learn about his mood for they tend to be the most expressive features. Outside business matters, he is shown to be a man of few words who has sagacious air about him, even though he acts very cordially to most acquaintances. Sometimes a father figure who spoils a lot, but also whose tongue works smoothly at reprimanding others when needed. It's a side unknown to many that he can be very warm and doting to a select individuals he is close with, especially those whom he considers as his own family.
While anything rarely can offend him, it appears that Rhuzerv has extreme distaste for people who has no honor for themselves as he holds dignity highly. At the same time, he isn't interested in personal glory despite being confident to the point of arrogance. His ambition is to make a change in the world and he doesnβt need to be poured fame excessively more than he required in order to achieve it, preferring his allies to be the ones prospering if he is to acquire such benefits instead. A bad tendency of his is that he tends to bottle up his feelings alone, preserving a certain distance to anyone while he masks himself with composure.
POWER, ABILITY, EQUIPMENT
| Capability | Class |
|---|---|
| Destructive capacity | at least Small Planet Level to Large star level+ (330.554 tenatons) β unknown in Weltall. |
| Speed | Sub-Relativistic β IRRELEVANT (everything related to movement or change is indifferent if he is in Weltall) |
| Durability | Dwarf Star Class+ to Large star level+ β unknown in Weltall. |
| Lifting strength | Class M β unknown in Weltall. |
| Striking Strength | Class TJ, augmentable β unknown in Weltall. |
| Stamina | Absurdly high β unlimited if the law he sets within Weltall changed. |
[ABILITIES TO BE ADDED.]
[EQUIPMENTS TO BE ADDED.]
RELATIONSHIP
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TRIVIA
| Favorites | Dislikes |
|---|---|
| Sleeping | Cooking |
| Artwork | Noise |
| Determination | Cowardice |
| Dry-aged steak | γΌγΌγΌγΌγΌ |
Common attributes: a black walking cane, a fur cloak, and a blue hairpiece with yellow tassels.
Has a bad habit that he canβt get rid of since he was a brat, which is gnawing on his tail whenever he feels bored or off guard. Try catching him doing this habit, he will be embarrassed when found out.
Grows fond of hunting birds due to his military background. He has a falcon, hawk, and an eagle kept as his (working) pets.
Children are his weakness.
Overworked. Can sleep for two weeks straight when the chance is possible.
Can eat tons, however he is a terrible cook.
His tail can easily knock something or someone off when he isn't being careful.
Has another epithet which is "Gloves Destroyer", given by his comrades. His nails grow sharp real fast, even when he trims them almost everyday.