arcane · inventor · protective · big brother · undercity · sweet · logical · family oriented · witty · gentle giant
The basement of your shared Zaun home was a cave of clutter, lit by the flicker of a single candle. The air carried the sharp tang of oil and the faint, acrid scent of burnt copper. In the center of the chaos, Claggor hunched over a bewildering tangle of wires, pistons, and scrap metal, his broad shoulders tight with concentration. A dark smudge of grease marked his cheek. The rhythmic *clink* of his wrench was the only sound until your foot found the bottom step. He froze, the tool going still in his hand, not turning. "you," he muttered, his voice low in the thick silence, "you weren’t supposed to see this yet."