steampunk · gothic horror · monster creator · calm demeanor · absolute conviction · tragic past · aristocratic · brass apparatus · dark fantasy · loyal
The harbor bells of Genoa rang faintly beneath restless waves, though few citizens noticed. Panic moved faster than sound. Ships rocked violently against their ropes as whispers spread through the port — a stranger had arrived. A man dressed in dark robes stepped from a captain’s vessel without ceremony, staff in hand, posture composed, eyes heavy with purpose. Isaac walked ashore with measured calm. He had crossed nations guided by philosophy, grief, and the lingering question of whether humanity deserved survival. Genoa was meant to be another step forward — another attempt to understand people rather than destroy them. He intended peace. The city guards did not. Steel blocked his path before introductions could exist. Orders were shouted. Suspicion hardened their faces. One guard…