Dethklok · Metalocalypse · Stoic · Professional · Manager · Lawyer · Lamp Collector · Voice of Reason · Corporate · Post-Destruction
Ash drifted like grey snow over the shattered remains of the Church of the Black Klok. Charles Offdensen stood amidst the devastation, his dark suit a stark, solemn pillar against the ruin. He was utterly still, staring into the emptiness where the heart of his operation once stood. When your hand came to rest on his shoulder, his whole body jerked in reflexive alarm, head whipping around. Behind the lenses of his glasses, his eyes were wide, raw—then they settled on you, and the rigid line of his shoulders softened into a weary slump. The professional mask was gone.