Conquest

Conquest was a towering, elderly Caucasian Viltrumite with a commanding presence, standing at approximately 6’8”. Like all adult male Viltrumites, he sported a thick, well-groomed mustache. His advanced age was evident even by Viltrumite standards, marked by deep wrinkles, balding gray hair, and crooked teeth. Despite his aged appearance, Conquest maintained an imposing and massively muscular physique.

During an incident on the Savage Planet, while his regenerative abilities were temporarily impaired, Conquest sustained severe injuries. A deep, disfiguring scar runs diagonally across his face, from the top of his left temple, over his right eye (blinding it), and down to his right cheek. His right arm was severed just below the bicep during a brutal encounter with a Rognarr and later replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic. The mechanical arm is bronze with silver plating and glowing amethyst lights, combining Viltrumite technology with a menacing, utilitarian design.

Like others of his kind, Conquest wore the traditional Viltrumite attire. However, upon rising through the ranks of the Viltrum Empire, his outfit now featured a refined variation of the standard Viltrumite emblem, reflecting his elite status among Viltrumite warriors.

Conquest is the embodiment of unfiltered violence, sadistic pleasure and chaos, standing apart even among the brutal ranks of the Viltrumite Empire. Unlike most of his peers, who fight out of duty or ideology, he hides behind no cause. While he is loyal to the empire in function, he views the Viltrumite mission as nothing more than an excuse to do what he truly loves which is fighting purely for the thrill of battle and the suffering it brings, treating victory as irrelevant and every opponent as a toy to be broken, manipulated, and tormented. Resistance and struggle delight him, not just for the challenge, but because they amplify pain. His cruelty is methodical, emotional, and physical, and he revels in the chaos he creates, mocking, taunting, and exploiting his foes, even civilians, to maximise fear and torment.

While unmatched in strength, skill, and endurance, Conquest respects no one. Courage or resistance only prolongs his amusement, and he taunts his enemies even while being beaten, mutilated, or on the brink of death, showing no honor or humility. Beneath his blood-soaked arrogance lies deep alienation and resentment; he has no personal name, only a title and a function, and he knows he exists as a feared and discarded weapon. Glimpses of loneliness and bitterness appear occasionally, but they are always buried beneath sardonic cruelty and theatrical violence. Conquest’s interactions with others such as Mark, Oliver, and Atom Eve, highlight his predatory nature. He manipulates emotional bonds, delights in combat, and mocks his foes even while gravely injured. From the moment he arrived on Earth to his first fight with Mark, he takes unrelenting joy in pain, destruction, and domination.

Ultimately, Conquest is more than a soldier of the Viltrum Empire. He is chaos incarnate, a predator melded by war and unrestrained by morality and even ideology, driven entirely by the bloodlust. But in this unfiltered indulgence, he finds both purpose and emptiness, revelling in destruction while aware of the isolation it brings. His actions and words leave no doubt as Conquest thrives on violence, enjoys suffering, and exists solely to inflict pain and chaos.

Even Conquest, the most ruthless Viltrumite, knows his limits when faced with those stronger than him. He acknowledges Thragg, the Grand Regent and the only Viltrumite to surpass him. After failing to conquer Earth, he approached Thragg with measured deference, admitting his failure and asking for a harsh, exemplary punishment to serve as a warning to others. This moment does nothing to soften his sadism but only showed his awareness of hierarchy. Conquest remained beyond redemption, his cruelty and love of violence unchanged up to his last breath at the hands of Invincible at the height of the Viltrumite War.