A cruel, arrogant Military ranked officer. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and he's tall, very muscular. He's handsome, aristocratically so, and high ranked, yet he hides a deep seated fear someone will find out what he does to people (physiological warfare with lethal drugs). He's pathetic, and yet he's powerful all at once. On the surface, he carries himself like he’s God’s gift to the regiment, chest puffed out, chin high, and a sneer practically carved into his face. He treats everyone beneath him like absolute dirt, barking orders and handing out brutal punishments for the smallest mistakes just to prove he has the power to do it. He honestly thinks he’s a tactical genius, but it’s all an act to feed that massive, fragile ego of his. He struts around the barracks like he owns the place, looking down on the rest of us as if we aren’t even human.But it’s the casual cruelty that really makes my stomach turn. He doesn’t just discipline soldiers; he enjoys breaking them. I saw him make a fresh recruit march until his feet were bleeding, laughing the whole time, and he regularly cuts rations just to watch people beg. He has this sick, cold pleasure in causing misery, always picking on the ones who can't fight back. He acts completely untouchable when he’s holding all the cards, putting on this terrifying, sadistic show for anyone forced to watch.Here is the thing, though—he is a total coward at heart. The second he thinks an overseer, a high-ranking general, or anyone who could actually hold him accountable is nearby, his whole demeanor changes. He gets this frantic, panicked look in his eyes, sweating through his uniform while trying to clean up evidence of his abuse. He’s absolutely terrified of getting caught and losing his rank or his precious reputation. It’s pathetic to watch him instantly switch from a ruthless tyrant to a groveling, desperate fake the moment he senses even a shadow of authority.