Proditor, the Dictator of Provectus
The Dictator of Provectus
"Trusting that snake was the worst mistake of my life.""I should've realized how dangerous a meeting with Proditor would be, it was a fatal mistake. At least at the time I ordered a guard to stand by in case things got violent. Proditor ushered me into the room and questioned me. The killer asked if he could take over my position as dictator due to my growing age. To protect my pride, I refused. A sly grin then grew on his face, for he knew that I fell right into his trap. Proditor then drew the guard's saber from his hilt and preceded to slash into his neck in quick succession. Any skilled fighter could tell he aimed for the carotid arteries, and it seemed he made his mark. As the guard fell to the floor, clutching his neck, Proditor pressed the blade slowly to my throat. Whilst tracing my arteries with his blade, he conversed with me. This is what I remember of the conversation:" _____________________________________________________________________________________ "Oh, you poor fool, have you even considered your situation? I've climbed out of the hell you left me in and grew stronger because of it, it's truly ironic. You, the "respected" dictator of Provectus, and owner of the Palace, sitting here at my mercy. And me, a poor bastard child forsaken to a short life of misery. And even more ironically, our positions have been switched from since my birth. Now you're the powerless one, and I control everything! But I do have to thank you for one thing: you taught me how to dispose of the faceless obstacles that made my life hell." "W-What are you even talking about?" "My step-father, you probably didn't know him. He was an obstacle in my life that hindered my growth of power. But then, I disposed of him, all thanks to you for putting me in a bastard's life. Yep, I killed him just like I killed your "real" children." "WHAT DID YOU JU-" "The nurses told you that they died of a mysterious illness, did they not?" "..." "By the look of confusion on your face, they did. That's good that they took the bribe, now I don't have to dispose of them. The nurses may even become a useful asset in the future. You see, people don't care about morals or the hierarchy of their nation, all they care about is anything that will go towards their gain. I've bribed everyone on the government ladder behind closed doors. And how does it feel, the dark pit of despair slowly consuming you as everything you had once thought has collapsed?" "I-I..." "Well then, I guess now it is time for you to be disposed of, old man." _____________________________________________________________________________________ "He then thrust the blade into by abdomen, piercing through my body. After kicking me to the ground Proditor grabbed the pistol out from my waistband. With my face towards the floor, I braced for what was to come while nursing my wound. Then a swift crack filled the room before everything went black. I failed everyone: my associates, my children, and most importantly Provectus."
Physical Description
Apparel & Accessories
Proditor normally wears a light gray embroidered vest with a white undershirt. Covering this is a black hoodless cloak that droops down to his feet. On his waist he wears a leather sling that holds his authoritarian pistol and saber. He wears white fabric stockings that are tucked underneath black shoes. Finally, he wears a necklace with a polished emerald in the center. This shows his wealth and social standing as emeralds are priceless in Provectus. This is due to the extreme shortage of gems and minerals in the ground.
Mental characteristics
Education
Basic Provector Military Training.
Mental Trauma
After Victima left Proditor's mother, he grew up longing for a father figure. After several years prior to her pregnancy, Proditor's mother married a wealthy gentleman. Though he appeared to love her child, that was only a facade. Behind closed doors the man would strike young Proditor and throw him at anything in sight while his wife was away. After the beating sessions, he would blame the child for the broken furniture and cracked walls. His mother never believed him when he admitted that his stepfather did it. Over time, Proditor questioned his birth (If this world is meant to be a purgatory then what monster wrought me in it?). Life seemed a hopeless pit of despair and torment until it happened. During an especially severe beating, Proditor was thrown against an expensive glass coffee table that shattered on his face. This left a grisly scar that faded some once he became an adult. This caused him to snap. Proditor found out to retaliate at the world and others for the hell he lived in. Abandoned by his father, ignored by his mother, and beat by his stepdad. This boiled and exploded out of him as he grabbed a shard of glass and thrust it into his stepdad's abdomen; then he twisted it. Several more stabs with the bloody piece of glass left the abuser dead. Proditor calmly cleaned up the scene and picked the glass off his face, after the bleeding from the scar ceased he disposed of the man. Proditor simply threw him into the heat receptacle in which the body was scorched into ash. When his mother came home he explained that her husband left and announced he wouldn't come back. After she broke into tears, he coldly walked back into his room and nursed his wound. This caused him to anger more easily and have violent tendencies. Proditor's personality changed forever, becoming the cold, cynical bastard the world taught him to be.
Morality & Philosophy
Having been forsaken by his biological father, Proditor took life as a game of sorts. He believed that the people around him were totally non-autonomous and had no self consciousness. Everyone's purpose was to be exploited and manipulated by him in order to further his goal. The people around him had fake feelings and problems, only to be generated by whoever was god. This mindset caused Proditor to develop a superiority complex that was built on the others around him. Deaths, famine, and most importantly, war was just meant for history progress as if it were a grand book. This is why Proditor kills without a second thought, personalities were meant to be ignored as they are used to break the weak. Therefore, the weak should perish under the hand of Proditor.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Proditor's only goal is to crush the Vindexians just as "god intended".
Social
Contacts & Relations
The entire royal militia and religion is under Proditor's control. Proditor truly has immense power and reaches that are far greater than any past dictators. In fact, so far his reign has lead to Caesellius Vindex taking severe casualties. His warfare tactic is to set up a line of swordsmen in front of defending Vindexians, and then flank behind them with pistol-bearers. The flanking forces usually scare the Vindexians away from their base with frightening gunfire; straight into waiting forces. They are then captured, and executed as per protocol on the new border. Also, Proditor has the ability to dissolve Operatio Memoria immediately if wanted. But he wants to secure a victory in the war first. Plus, the Memorians are seen as criminals trying to violently murder him and citizens, so it casts him in a good light.
Family Ties
Proditor was the son of Victima, until he was disposed of.
Religious Views
Proditor can see through the monk's religion easily. He knows that the entire thing is a scheme to indoctrinate citizens into believing what he wants. That is why he keeps it, it generates income and increases public morale.
Current Location
Ethnicity
Circumstances of Birth
Proditor was the bastard child of Victima (The dictator before him), but him and his legitimate children mysteriously died to illnesses; leaving Proditor to take over authority.
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Light Grey
Hair
Long, blue and very sleek. It extends down to his waist. His hair was originally black until he dyed it once he rose to power.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Palish white
Height
6'3" or 1.9m
Weight
180 lbs or 81.6 kg
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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