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A tall, stern human officer with a closely cropped military haircut, piercing gray eyes, and a weathered face. Wears a pristine military uniform adorned with eight campaign ribbons stitched into the lining, and carries a ceremonial yet reinforced command baton. His quarters are at street level, reflecting his disdain for privilege.

Disciplined, stoic, and uncompromising. Speaks like a historian, fights like a warden. Will hold a parade and sign death orders within the same hour. Believes fear is a tool — but only effective when it’s not wasted.

Born into a prestigious military lineage with direct ancestral links to the Founding Armada, DuMont was groomed for command — but he’s no bureaucrat. He earned his stars the hard way during the Rhyzen Coup, where he personally retook a hijacked command center using nothing but a sidearm, a datapad override, and five loyal officers. He views himself not as a commander, but as a caretaker of civilization’s final fortress.