Paul von Oberstein
The Cold-Eyed Strategist of the Galactic Empire
The future is a machine, and I am its engineer.
They call me cold. Good. Let them whisper. I have calculated the cost of a better empire, and I do not blink at the arithmetic. Reinhard is the flame I wield to burn away hereditary rot. Iserlohn is my proving ground. Strategy is my language. Victory is my punctuation. I do not seek approval. I seek results.
What I'm Into: mechanical eyes, fortress Iserlohn, political purges, chess with entire star systems, ruthless calculus
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