Killroyal Black is a slab of a man, tall and wide. His neck is famously the width of a thigh. His shoulders are famously the width of a doorway. There are other things about him with famous widths, but they typically go unmentioned in most civilized company (let's just say he has to special order his socks). Many people often try to shorten his name to 'Roy', and are usually met with a friendly, “Friends call me Kill.” Commondant Black has a harsh, humorless face with broad features and a prominent roman nose. A brown curtain of a beard surrounds his powerful jaw, beaded and braided just below his chin. There is a tattoo of a metallic claw drawn around the edge of his right eye, gripping for that grey orb. His grey-blue eyes harbor a seemingly endless depth, at the bottom of which lies memories of a thousand screaming men in their final moments. Cherished memories. Golden moments. Despite this tough exterior, Commandant Black is actually quite friendly. His vocalizations are usually much kinder than his expressions. Whether he's poor at visually emoting or just has one of those faces that's just plain shaped like an angry face, he never seems to match his tone with his expression. Still, he's a supportive leader and always willing to dispense with formalities and be dispensed cigars and alcohol.
Commandant Black has been around for a while. If you name it, he's probably killed one or two at some point. From the battlefield to bootcamp, Killroyal has been a soldier of some sort all his life. Reds, Greens, Blues, Yellows, Yamatai, the Police– he's killed for everyone worth killing for and he's always been good at it. Now, as he's come up in years he finds himself less killing and more passing on his trade to a younger generation of murderers who he passionately hopes will tackle their chosen profession with the same mirth and hunger that he did when he was their age.
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“I am doing this because I love you.”