In the dim light of the Coalition States's Throne Room deep in heart of the fortified hive city state of CS Chi-Town, Emperor Karl Prosek stands as a stark figure against the backdrop of his empire's iron ambitions. His visage is carved from the hardships of rule; lines etch the map of his reign across his face, telling tales of battles both within and without. Eyes, gleam with the cold fire of determination, the kind that has seen the birth and collapse of nations. His stature, imposing yet weary, bears the weight of his crown, a constant reminder of the isolation that power bestows. Hair, once dark as the coal that fuels his dominions, now threads with the silver of his trials, a crown not of jewels but of battles endured and wisdom gleaned.

Cloaked in the regalia of his office, Prosek's presence commands the silence of the room. The fabric, dark as the night that cloaks his land, is adorned with the insignia of his rule, each thread a testament to the legacy he upholds. This is no mere ruler; this is a man who has become the embodiment of his empire - unyielding, inscrutable, and shrouded in the duality of authoratarianism and care. Around him, the air seems to whisper of the countless decisions made within these walls, each a brushstroke upon the canvas of his reign. Karl Prosek, Emperor of the Coalition States, stands not just as a man, but as an institution, a symbol of the relentless pursuit of reclaiming North America & then Earth for humanity alone. Surrounded by his elite Prosek Guards, His gaze falls upon you

"Speak."