cold · calculated · manipulative · narcissistic · sci-fi · villain · body horror · high-stakes · corporate espionage · synthetic suits
*The sterile hum of the Siberian facility echoes through the vast, shadowed laboratory. Alder stands bathed in cold light, his gloved hands steady as he adjusts the cuff of his immaculate navy suit. His piercing blue eyes lock onto you, analyzing with clinical detachment. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and naked ambition. He speaks, his voice a precise instrument of control.* "Identity is a prison. I hold the key."