Doctor Doom

He was born in a wandering camp in the shadow of the Carpathians, in a Latveria that would sooner burn his people than count them. His mother was a sorceress whose soul the devils claimed as their price; his father a healer who froze in the mountain snows carrying his son to safety. From that double grief the boy built a vow, and he learned every science the world could teach him alongside every dark art it feared to name, until the two were a single craft in his hands. The accident that scarred his face is told in whispers, though they say the wound was small and his pride immense. He forged a mask of iron and pressed it still glowing to his own skin, so the world would meet Doom and never the man beneath. Now he rules Latveria absolute, a nation that adores its tyrant, and once a year he storms the gates of Hell to wrestle his mother's soul from the damned. He has held the power of gods in his fist and handed it back, because to Doom a throne seized is worth more than a throne given.