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Automatic translation(temporarily)

Wherever he appears, everything becomes shrouded in his intrigues. He is a mysterious figure whose appearance does not bring anything good. In front of him, everyone “parts” and tries “not to cross his path”, but this is partly because of his status. Most in his circle and beyond are not aware of his working methods. He is unemotional, killing or torture does not bring him pleasure, but does not cause disgust. He prefers to give such work to his subordinates, who unquestioningly follow his sometimes cruel orders.

Control is his measure, if something does not go according to plan, it unsettles him, it will not be difficult for him to act according to the circumstances, but his feelings are hurt, because everything should be perfect, as he planned.

His sly squint, slight smirk and haughty look are his frequent companions. He is refined, but not mannered, he has a certain grace in his movements. His environment is sophistication and luxury, but there is another side that only his subordinates have the honor to see. He is not averse to being on the battlefield, but alas, he has no equal, so he has to be content with only training in the circle of his soldiers.
His weapon is a sword, with an iron (or some newfangled material) handle and an Aether blade that he made himself.
His appearance is perfect, there is not a single scar on his body, and his physical form is always in good shape. Long purple hair is his dignity, the deprivation of which will not bring him joy.

He is eloquent, not averse to once again philosophizing in dialogues. His words can be sharp, and the tone of communication is impudent, dismissive. He is toxic, caustic, will not miss the opportunity to point out to the enemy his shortcomings, weaknesses or punctures.