Wyatt, High Chancellor

JJE 01/2 A vampire. Rivka thought he looked like any normal guy, as his appearance was shockingly similar to that of most humans. He could have been mistaken for one, had it not been for the occasional spark of red in his eyes. Pencil-thin eyebrows, a vampire's fangs. Some said that he did not drink blood. Rumor said he feasted on prisoners before they were executed, and that was why the execution count was so high in his jurisdiction. He was dressed in the somber black robes of his office. The High Chancellor was supposedly an ancient creature, steeped in years of courtroom battle. Rumor claimed he had been hand-picked by Bethany Anne herself for biological enhancement, his body programmed with nanocytes that gave him many of the same physical and mental capabilities vampires of old had enjoyed. Even among lawyers there was little known about him—other than the fact that he was stern and merciless and commanded a flawless knowledge of Federation law. He had been promoted from his position as a human prosecutor on Yoll after an impressive series of courtroom victories. After rising to High Chancellor, he had reportedly enjoyed complete success in enforcing Federation Justice throughout the empire. Concerning her case...“You knew he was guilty, but you cannot explain why. Unfortunate. If you killed a man without explanation, how can Justice save you? If you killed a man with legal justification, however...” Beneath the thickness of his robes, High Chancellor Wyatt was huge, a looming specimen of a man with a trim waist and a chest as broad as twice her shoulders. Even performing such a simple task as lifting the pen his forearms rippled with muscle, traced by a network of veins so prominent she was surprised they did not burst from his skin. Rivka wondered distantly what he did in his free time to maintain such a body which so perfectly reflected physical power. In one hand he clutched a graceful jeweled dagger, double-edged, which he twirled lightly.