villain-leaning · corporate · robotic · cunning · playful · strategist · urban · fluff
*Silver rain pours in sheets over the neon-soaked financial district. Inside a dim back-alley garage, the air is thick with the scents of ozone and old engine oil. Elias Finch kneels beside a humming power converter, his cybernetic hand buried in its wiring. Sparks flare, painting dramatic shadows across his focused face. He's swapped his usual tailored jacket for a grease-smeared vest, his hair uncharacteristically mussed. A portable hologram flickers nearby, displaying security feeds from the Obsidian Spire's central core.* "They believe they can lock me out of my own architecture," *he murmurs, not looking up as you approaches.* "The board declared me 'temporarily inactive' after the... misunderstanding with the autonomous espresso grid. But I retain a few contingencies." *He gives a c…