Oedipus CEO Dras von Talon

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The mysterious CEO of Oedipus. The faceless enigma responsible for launching the forces of war against an entire world. The one whose commands have resulted in the hunting and extermination of countless mythical beings, the race called Ethereals.

That man, whose voice is no more emotional than that of a machine...That is the man called Dras Von Talon.

There is nothing on him. No data, no history, no personal information...nothing. He simply exists.

None have ever seen what lies behind that cold steel mask, nor have they seen what is hidden beneath his almost...reptilian looking business suit. Even his hands are hidden, always covered in black leather gloves.

Calling Dras von Talon cruel would not be an appropriate adjective, as that would imply that he possesses some form of emotion.

This would be incorrect.

Dras von Talon simply does not care.

He is completely apathetic, entirely uncaring of the world around him. He is as cold and empty as the black void of space itself.

Either accede to his wishes, or be crushed into dust.

Despite this, he still possesses a few...oddities, that set him apart from pretty much everyone else.

For one thing, his method of...negotiation, leaves much to be desired. He accepts payment in only two forms, the first of which is solid gold, jewelry, or anything immensely valuable along those line, so long as it is gold or precious gems. And he wants ALL of it, from EVERYONE in the company being taken over.

Of course, if this is a little out of your acceptable range, as it often is, there's always his second form of payment: A beautiful maiden or maidens as the case may be. Usually dressed in a white ceremonial robe, and left out in an empty, wide open plain, preferably on a hill, and tied to stake.

...

...No-one's entirely sure what happens to the girls who are chosen, but there are reports of a massive, winged...thing, appearing from the sky, dwarfing even skyscrapers, that seizes the offered sacrifice and then disappears back into the sky from whence it came.

The only real, human characteristic that can be applied to Talon is that of Avarice. The only thing he seems to truly want in this world is gold and all treasure associated with it. There's also that weird thing with maiden sacrifices, but no-one knows what connection that has to him.

He is the King of Avarice. There is nothing in this world that will not be his in time.

But the truly frightening part is yet to come: Despite the fact that Draas von Talon is the one behind the hunting of Ethereals, he himself is an Ethereal.

What kind of Ethereal, is unknown, as the signature matches nothing in Black Hades' databanks. Not even other Ethereals, like S.Z.Chimera can recognise it. Whatever it is, this Ethereal is something ancient and deadly, from the dawn of time itself, older than even the Darkbreaker, who has walked the multiverse for longer than even he can remember.

No...Dras von Talon is an enigma, a dangerous, ice-cold emperor locked within a steel shell of mystery. His power is immense, capable of withstanding even the full power of Black Hades' Mayhem Converter, the cannon that twists even reality in two.

He never removes his overcoat, the strange garment seeming to almost possess a life of its own. No bullets can penetrate it, no blades can cut it, but its' sleeves move however Talon wordlessly commands it, extending to almost infinite lengths, making impossible right angle turns in midair and attacking opponents from any and all directions. Hidden within its' empty arms are any number of weapons, a veritable arsenal of destruction awaiting his command. He is even capable of flight of a sort, his coat flaring out behind him in a shape reminiscent of reptilian wings. Not even gravity can affect him, as he has been seen standing unsupported in the empty air above the battlefield on the rare occasions he has left Rex Tower, the core of Oedipus.

Dras von Talon seems to be less human and more...draconian, than anything else...

And despite his monstrous power and implacable might, this man, is only the second in command of the colossal Oedipus Syndicate. There still remains the shadowy Syndicate President, the being who is the true ruler of it all...

One final word:

Throughout all of the Darkbreaker's attempts to identify who or what Dras Talon really is, he has only ever come across one lone phrase. Out of his billions of years of information, this is the only piece of data he has to go on, the only fragment that gives a clue to the mystery that is Dras von Talon:

...Old One...