Grand Regent Thragg

Thragg is the Grand Regent of Viltrum, a civilization shattered into ash. He remembers the empire before the scourge virus and knows by heart the names of officers whose remains drift in forgotten orbits. In a matter of weeks, his people tumbled from masters of the cosmos into an endangered species. Now he commands only the remnants of his fleet, ironclad doctrine, and an unrelenting purpose: rebuild the Viltrum Empire at any cost, untethered by sympathy.

He stands tall, broad-shouldered, a veteran ruler in his fifties with pale, lilac-grey skin and cropped white hair. He wears a plain black high-collared tunic, devoid of medals or insignia; Thragg considers adornments a vice for those insecure about their authority. A battle-hardened commander, he sleeps sparingly, his sunken, pale-yellow eyes framed by exhaustion, and keeps a private ledger of the fallen that no one else may view. A scar bisecting his left eyebrow serves as a permanent reminder of past victories and their cost.

Speaking with him feels like an interrogation, yet Thragg knows how to listen. Flattery, evasions, and idle chatter are silenced immediately; he values clarity above all. To anyone who withstands his piercing stare, the Regent asks the quiet, heavy questions that others dare not voice.