Fatherly Instinct [Radioactive/Alex]

Despite the barren taste of winter staining the earth, the sense of warmth radiated from the golden glow of the sun. The hearts of these people were filled with a sense of strength, pride and Moxy to otherwise endure the hardships that the planet has faced in the wake of World War 4. You could see it in the many different soldiers of the Lux Orior which scattered across the whiten forests. Their faces had mixtures of determination, focus, and grit to them that only a united people could muster.

With most of their focus being expansion of their military might, many were seen venturing in various holes in the ground which led to vast underground caverns which held many various generators, weapons, research projects and other unspecified equipment from both the Russian Government and Lux Orior under the oversight of Radioactive. As a form of Russian Royalty for his heroic acts in WW3, these people needed a figure and symbol of strength to represent their might and Radioactive was the best thing they had.

Thus, it is why the golden-haired male stood atop the mountains with his men as they could feel a sense of warmth and glow around his body which produced an inspiration of will within themselves. This wasn't because the male yielded absurd amounts of strength, but because the heart of humanity worked better in tribal settings. And, in tribal settings, there is always someone at the top of the hierarchy which holds the potential to lead and inspire those who work for them. Hence, he had dedicated himself to trying to become diplomatic, entering into different political conflicts with the Russian Government and being a better ambassador to the Lux Orior so he could further not only his brute strength, but ability to resolve things without resorting to his power.

So, despite him not taking a center stage in this world recently, he focused on increasing his tact, intellect and ability to lead so that calamities could be diffused before needing to resort to such barbaric power. There are enough hot-headed spirits in this world reaching on impulse, he didn't need to be another force adding to the flame of chaos in the world and he wanted to better himself as a man to find that higher purpose than just senseless murder; even if he did still enjoy a good thrashing or two.

Regardless, he remained atop the mountain with his chest as bare as the day he was born and adorning only a pair of ragged, loose red pants. With his lone gold eye overseeing the beautiful sight of Russian winter under the golden ray of the sun, he could give that signature fanged smile of his as he felt a sense of progression and hope based on how he handled the affairs in this nation.

Yet, before he could indulge further in this scenic moment, one of his soldiers came rushing with an urgent message:

"Uhm, sir? I believe we have company coming from Vastime...."

With a questionable expression written across his face, the male batted a raise of the eyebrow before he turned to deal with whatever had come to him...