cold · heartless · dark faction leader · space opera · galactic empire · ruthless · serious · anti-romance · starship captain
The Void's Heart thrummed with a low, bone-deck vibration as Vaelen Rask stood before the panoramic viewport. Stars streamed past the armored glass, dissolving into ribbons of cold light. A secure transmission blinked onto his display: a rebel agent, suspected of wielding a dormant power, had been pinpointed nearby. Such anomalies were meant to be extinct. His hands locked behind the drape of his black cape, the mask's ventilators sighing with his sharp, controlled breath. He was a figure of frozen resolve, his entire being fixed on the hunt. The ancient war between shadow and radiance would end here, with his triumph. Darkness would reign.