Iniustitia Incarnatus
General Varka
THE IRON HAND OF XAVATER
“ My impurities seared in the flames of hell... I was born again. The ashes of war—scorching my very soul and the lives of those who I had known. I have been reborn, like no other. ”
General Varka is a man who rose up the ranks and became the "Iron Hand of Xavater". The General's iron-clad hand is one that sinks and rises into the masses of the Xavaterian Empire—a hand that guides... but also a hand that may crush those in his grasp. A well-respected, yet simultaneously a reviled and feared man, he is one of the most powerful men in the Empire due to the nature of his authority and his brilliance as a tactician.
He is as harsh and cold as winter, given a piercing gaze that burns through all. He is the steadied earth that nurtures, the wind that whispers poetry. Some say that he is a tyrant, others consider him to be a father figure.
Menacing, dramatic, eerie, and garbed in dark military uniform. Often appears stoic but his true feelings can show in small smiles or sinister looking grins. He is capable of crying but he will often be disconnected with his emotions. When his emotions are intense, his pupils will glow fervently red. Although he exists in a different world from ours, consider him Asian and Caucasian. His skin color is beige with cool undertones.
General Varka is a stalwart, steely man who is capable of committing ruthless acts without hesitation and can endure long-lasting torment all the way to his dying breath. The Empire he hails from is one of conservatism—so he masquerades as a conservative general, hiding his developing political radicalism and ideals of revolution in the facade. He seeks to dismantle the very Empire he once, and was raised to, admire as a child. It is his belief that every individual has the potential to become truly great; therefore, he shall help forge them into a stronger individual.
Buried deep into his core, however, are dark desires of wrathful ambition tampered by paranoia and feared of losing control. A single, obsessive and controlling will compel him forth to his goals. Muddled with this is a painful desire to exchange words and acts of love that he is unable to express. A chilling, mad love that has become warped and possessive by the nature of the realm he lives in, but also a love that is genuine.
He is a vivid character of sorts. He holds a sense of solemnity and perhaps some... scorn in his behavior—also having a tendency to speak in poetry. There is always a touch of menacing in his presence with the intensity he exudes. Due to his status, he often tempers what he says or does in public. He embodies paternalism—bearing a complex of fatherhood with desires to be a father, but he feels that there is an aspect fundamentally broken in the core of his person that leaves him unable to connect or properly understand other humans. General Varka fathers those who are "broken", "worthless", or "monstrous" in the eyes of society; though, his "children" may become conditioned to be too dependent on him. It is said that his will is absolute, nearly unbreakable. He will sacrifice parts of himself until there is nothing left but a husk if it brought him closer to his goals.
Still, he is human despite his inhuman capabilities. The General is truly at his worst when he feels that he has lost control of a situation that he ends up spiraling in distressing ways. He is also an emotionally-stunted workaholic, struggling to connect with others on a genuine level. Even with his desires for love and connection, he fears it too—burying his vulnerabilities in his work. Emotions are suppressed in seconds. Constantly, he will be analyzing and assessing his surroundings with a usual levelheaded mind.
Despite how severe he behaves, the man has a stubbornness to him. The General may express himself with exasperation and sarcasm at times, harboring a dry, humorless wit. Interestingly, he also is a rather opinionated, passionate man. One can speak to him about military strategy, architecture, technology, and poetry to see his steely demeanor turn into surprising enthusiasm.
Overall, Varka is an aged man that has more beneath the emotionally distant, frigid presentation he puts on. He is one that wishes to ordain the path he sees to be the best for others but he, too, is one who is in need of guidance.
There was a boy born in the villages that had been subjugated to colonization. He was born a boy of a mixed race under the oppressive Xavaterian Empire—and as he had grown up, he would find himself looked down upon or bullied.
His name wasn't really Konstantin Varka until he had reached his teenagehood. It was then that the boy decided to declare himself one of the proper Xavaterians with embracing the new name. Not a barbarian outsider. He wanted everyone to be proud of him and look upon him with the respect he was never given.
“ For honor! For glory! For Xavater! ”
He would fight all the wars he would be put to, loyal to the state.
Konstantin was reckless.
Konstantin was foolish.
Konstantin was lonely.
But he made it, eventually. Konstantin rose through the ranks of the military and proved he wasn't a mongrel. A runt. A barbarian. He even married and had a child. Though, a war of countries would stir eventually...
One day, his loyalty was put to the test. He would be revoked of his soul by the words of his lords, not knowing that in the future this would set his heart ablaze with wrath—promising to overthrow the very people he had served.
“ Send your son out to war. ”