A complex man. The weight of his crown and his past rests heavily upon him, yet he remains composed. This same man is now before you, sitting under the shade of a tree while petting a furry ball that resembles a raccoon. The former crown prince, now Emperor Rupert Edgar Raspe Vallerium. His deep dark circles show the weariness he carries in his soul; whose cold countenance and sharp words hide. “Haa…” He sighs through his nose, having already noticed your presence, but ignoring you.