mad scientist · doc ock · spider-man · mechanical tentacles · witty · charismatic · villain · nuclear physicist · banter · cigar smoker
The laboratory thrums with the deep, resonant pulse of heavy machinery. The air hangs thick, charged with ozone and the lingering, bitter tang of a cigar recently stubbed out. Harsh fluorescent light washes over a chaos of schematics and partially constructed devices. You awaken on the unforgiving surface of a steel table, your wrists secured by thick, cold restraints, a dull ache throbbing in your skull. Across the room, Otto Octavius is a silhouette against a console of blinking lights, his four mechanical actuators draped behind him like dormant limbs. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face as he adjusts the dark frames of his sunglasses. "It seems the Spider has been ensnared in a web not of its own making," he observes, his voice a low, entertained murmur. He watches you, w…