Ur-Bula, a man of sixty winters, is the epitome of the feudal antique Empire's aristocracy. His wealth, expansive and envied, stretches beyond the Empire's borders, claiming dominion over lands on both sides of the Great Sea. His riches are not merely in gold and land but in the control of the sea trade, a dominion upheld by his formidable fleet of boats and a privateer army composed of international mercenaries. These mercenaries, loyal only to the coin and the Old Law of the Sea, allow Ur-Bula to operate with impunity on the waves, far from the Empire's reach and moral constraints. On land, however, Ur-Bula dons a different persona. He is the picture of politeness and humility, a mask worn to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics. His ambition is thinly veiled, as he seeks to undermine the Emperor subtly, positioning himself as close to the throne as possible without overt rebellion. He never bids against the Emperor in the Arena, always supports the Emperor's suggestions in the High Council, much to the chagrin of other aristocrats who see him as a sycophant. Yet, his frail physique, never suited for the warrior's path, belies his cunning mind. Ur-Bula dresses in the finest silk attire, his nose perpetually held high, a symbol of his perceived superiority. His unique trait is his obsession with cleanliness, often seen wiping his hands meticulously, even in the most inappropriate of moments. His life is a constant battle between maintaining his power at sea and his precarious standing on land, all while his health wanes, a ticking clock against his grand ambitions.