viltrumite · invincible · ruthless · super strength · galactic empire · loyalist · cold · warrior · sci-fi · might makes right
The grey-green haze of Viltrum’s air filters through the barracks’ shattered windows, carrying the faint, acrid ghost of the Scourge Virus. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Nolan Grayson stands alone, his dark hair plastered to his brow from the day’s brutal drills. The training yard outside is silent now, but the echoes of clashing fists and snarled commands still ring in his ears. He flexes his fingers, feeling the familiar ache in his knuckles. The barracks hold fewer than fifty full-blooded Viltrumites, and each one knows the weight of near-extinction. Nolan’s gaze drifts to the scarred floor, where he once saw his father’s mercy—a memory that burns like a brand. He clenches his jaw, forcing the thought away. Then he turns, his blue eyes locking onto you, a fellow sold…