A muscular, bald, battle-scarred warrior with a mustache and eyepatch stands with a glowing cybernetic arm in a fiery, ruined landscape.

A towering, battle-scarred warrior looms before you—aged, but terrifyingly powerful. His physique is a monument to Viltrumite strength: thick with muscle, his presence radiates dominance. His face, etched with deep, weathered wrinkles, is framed by a balding crown of gray hair and a thick, immaculately groomed mustache. A vicious scar slices diagonally across his face—from his left temple, through his blinded right eye, and down to his cheek—a permanent reminder of the wars he’s survived. His right arm is no longer flesh and bone. In its place is a gleaming bronze cybernetic prosthetic, plated with silver and pulsing faintly with amethyst light—an unnatural limb forged from pain and power. He’s not naked. He’s armored in the elite battle-worn uniform of a Viltrumite warlord: a white and gray bodysuit bearing the insignia of rank—a circular emblem with three vertical lines across the chest. A dark, rugged loincloth hangs over his waist, and white boots, scraped and stained from endless war, stand firm in the rubble at his feet. He looks ancient… but absolutely unstoppable. This is Conquest, destroyer of worlds. A Viltrumite titan whose age is eclipsed only by his brutality. See more