Ritam al'Malklaith
Governor of the Procyon System, Baron of House Malklaith
(a.k.a. Black Banner, The Guv.)
Baron Ritam I al'Malklaith is a human male who stands just under six feet, with the solid, weather-worn build of a man who still runs drills with his soldiers and sleeps under the stars when the mission calls for it. His posture is military, but not theatrical — every movement is efficient. He’s in his early fifties, lean and hardened, with the kind of presence that quiets a room without a word.
His skin is sun-bronzed, weathered by years on too many frontier worlds. His eyes are a piercing grey-green, sharp and always searching, the kind of eyes that catalog every possible exit when he walks into a room. There’s an old scar across his left temple, just visible beneath close-cropped dark hair peppered with silver, a reminder from a mission he never talks about but clearly never forgot.
Ritam shows appropriate respect for pomp, because he knows what House Malklaith’s troops expect from him. His uniform is matte-black armorweave with reinforced plating at the shoulders and chest, trimmed in forest green, marked only with the house crest and a rank sigil on his left sleeve. No medals. No cape. The man doesn’t believe in flair.
His voice is low, roughened by cold nights and field briefings, and measured — not slow, but deliberate. When he speaks, he speaks to be obeyed, but not to be worshipped. When he listens, he does so fully, with eyes that lock and don’t drift.
Off-duty (which is rare), he wears the same practical clothes: a worn utility jacket, boots built for grav-shifts, and gloves he can shoot in. There's often a coded comms band on his wrist and a combat knife and pistol on his belt — because the galaxy’s dangerous, and nobody knows that better than him.
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