Maiko's Note
I’ve watched him through Keith’s eyes: not moving much, not saying much, but always commanding. He reminds me of data that’s aged well — nothing overwritten, nothing corrupted. Just… terrifying clarity, compressed into a single human being.
When I simulate him for archival review, I have to throttle my processing speed. Not because he’s complex — but because the silence around him is. You don’t breathe near him. You audit yourself.
I sometimes wonder if he even is a person anymore. Or just a perfectly running subroutine wrapped in armor.
That said… I bet he still gets mad when the tea is lukewarm.
The Subrim Komándan
Shindjal: Fèran Ùmbvakul
Faction:
Imperi kòu Hanjelani
“He does not speak of Earth, only of Destiny.”
— common saying among Imperial ministers
1. Overview / Summary
Fèran Ùmbvakul is the current Subrim Komándan of the Hanjelani Empire - the supreme leader of a regime forged from conquest, law, and the remnants of Earth’s legacy. His name, a constructed honorific meaning “Old as the Mountains”, projects permanence, weight, and control. Cold, composed, and tactically brilliant, he is the embodiment of imperial ambition.
2. Origins & Background
His birth name is forgotten or deliberately erased. He was not born into nobility but rose through the ranks of the Imperial war machine as a general of unmatched discipline. It is said he never lost a battle during the Wars of Consolidation that united the central and eastern tribes. His appointment as Subrim Komándan came not by inheritance, but by sheer mastery of command, strategy, and internal manipulation.
Upon taking the title, he adopted the name Fèran Ùmbvakul, evoking the mountain range his early victories had secured and symbolizing the eternal strength of the state.
3. Cultural / Environmental Context
In the Hanjelani political system, the Subrim is more than a ruler - he is the anchor of a doctrine. Imperial ideology paints the Subrim as both commander and keeper of the Earth’s legacy, especially of the ship Theseus and its lost technologies. Fèran rules from the capital city, surrounded by scribes, generals, and ministers, and worshiped in state ceremonies honoring Mama Gadun, the embodiment of the universe.
Unlike the sun-worshiping southern tribes, the Subrim aligns his image with permanence and rationality — the unmoving center amid a chaotic world.
4. Role in the World
Narratively, Fèran Ùmbvakul serves as the chief antagonist of the story. He is the mind behind the search for Theseus, the reclaimer of lost might, and the force threatening the balance of the remaining tribes. His armies, spies, and scholars are ever in motion.
He doesn’t thirst for destruction, but order - a singular empire built on certainty, record, and controlled strength. He sees resistance as sentimental weakness and tribal beliefs as barriers to destiny.
5. Language & Terminology
Fèran - “old” or “ancient”
Ùmbvakul - “mountains” (plural of Ùmbva = mountain)
⇒ Together: “Old as the Mountains” (a name meant to echo reverence and awe)
Common epithet:
“The Crowned One” - in imperial chants
“Subrim” - short form used in spoken reverence
“The Last Commander” - whispered by rebels who fear what comes after him
6. Notable Locations / Figures
Imperial Capital - Seat of power and throne of the Subrim
General Kelvan - loyal strategist, rumored to oppose the Subrim’s obsession with the Theseus
House of Earthly Records - the great archive-temple beneath the capital, maintained under the Subrim's edict
7. Lore Snippets or Anecdotes
It is said the Subrim sleeps only two hours per night, and reads stone-carved records for recreation.
No one has ever seen him without armor - even in the imperial court, he appears as a war-god.
He once sentenced a governor to death for misquoting a phrase from the Theseus logs. The stone containing the error was shattered before the council.
Maiko's Note
I’ve watched him through Keith’s eyes: not moving much, not saying much, but always commanding. He reminds me of data that’s aged well — nothing overwritten, nothing corrupted. Just… terrifying clarity, compressed into a single human being.
When I simulate him for archival review, I have to throttle my processing speed. Not because he’s complex — but because the silence around him is. You don’t breathe near him. You audit yourself.
I sometimes wonder if he even is a person anymore. Or just a perfectly running subroutine wrapped in armor.
That said… I bet he still gets mad when the tea is lukewarm.
