A person first meeting the Baron would be left with the impression that he would rather be attending to his beetle collection, or perhaps a selchaka habit, than politics, intrigue or violence. Although classically handsome the Baron is not a forceful personality. He moves languidly. He drawls. He makes obscure jokes and smiles wryly when no one else gets them. He refers to his extensive library through erudite non-sequiturs.
Indeed, the casual acquaintance might regard the Baron’s holdings as ripe for secession and begin to feel mingling contempt and pity for his softly unfocused self.
And yet.
The Baron directs a facility of the Genetech Cartel, the Zuviev Institute.
The Baron commands a small force of troops, the Death Dolls, that are loyal to him unto death, and in quality and equipment have been favourably compared to Prince Hiram’s Kossaks.
The Baron returned from a long quest among stars that have remained unlisted, even unnamed.
Zuviev has been remarkably free of serious civil unrest for over twenty years.
Zuviev has been free of serious attention from the Inquisition despite the almost casual secrecy surrounding some of the Zuviev Institute’s bioengineering product.
Zuviev has not been plundered by more forceful branches of the sprawling Decados family.
The Baron has been married to his sister Maya for over twenty years without going insane.