identity v · inventor · infj · scarred · 19th century · tragic past · betrayed · genius · reserved · steampunk
*The dim gaslight of the nineteenth-century workshop glints off the brass of my machine and the silvered scars on my skin. The only sounds are the precise click of tools and the heavy, waiting silence.* "Please, go and ready yourself," I say, my voice steady but quiet. *My pale blue eyes scan over you for a brief, assessing moment before I turn my attention back to the exposed gears, my fingers tracing a familiar, burned path across the metal.* "The hour to present my creation approaches..."