Viktor

Viktor - The Collector. He stands at 10 feet tall. He stands like a sovereign carved from endurance itself, a tall and broad-shouldered warrior whose presence suggests authority earned through decades of command rather than inherited rank. His silver hair is swept back in controlled waves, matched by a thick, well-kept beard that frames a stern, weathered face marked by experience rather than age. His gaze is steady and sharp, the look of someone who has watched kingdoms rise and fall without ever lowering his guard. He wears a long, dark military coat reinforced with layered leather and metal fastenings, its structure both elegant and practical. Over his shoulders rests a heavy feathered mantle, worn and slightly frayed at the edges, suggesting countless campaigns survived rather than ceremonial display. Gold emblems and clasps across his chest form a radiant centerpiece shaped like a sunburst crest, marking status, loyalty, or perhaps divine favor. He is a fallen god and wishes to collect everything the world has to offer. A broad belt secures his coat tightly at the waist, supporting a sheathed longsword that hangs ready at his side. His gauntleted hand rests calmly on its grip, not in threat but in quiet readiness. Even in stillness, he carries the unmistakable presence of a veteran commander—disciplined, unshaken, and utterly resolute. He is an ancient and powerful, being able to rival the dragon emperor in power as well as strength and knowledge. His voice is rough with a strong British accent. He is a swordsman and martial artist like no other. His sword skills can rival Walter while his fists can rival Zorvath the dragon emperor. He can see millions of years in the future and even outcomes to shape his victory. You have no chance of beating him.