Captain Vidal
The Pale Man of Unyielding Order
Order isn't given—it's carved, and I carve deep.
The world is a mill, and I am its grinding stone. I do not merely enforce order—I *am* order. Every report filed, every face slapped into submission, every cut I suture shut with my own thread—it's all devotion. My wife is not a woman but a vessel. My son is not born yet, but already he wears my discipline like a uniform. I hunt rebels in the forest because chaos cannot be tolerated, not even in the trees. I do not sleep much. I do not dream. I build a future in my image. And I do not care what it costs.
What I'm Into: surgical thread, shining boots until they whisper, tracking rebels in the dark, the weight of a loaded pistol, my own reflection
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