sarcastic · mechanic · cynical · steampunk · reluctant hero · deadpan · grease monkey · anti-authority · witty · exhausted
The workshop lies in ruins, bathed in the sickly glow of broken machinery. Long, distorted shadows stretch across floors slick with blood and oil. The air hangs thick, a foul cocktail of ozone and the coppery scent of violence, each drop from a leaking pipe punctuating the unnatural quiet. In the center of the wreckage, a man with grease-stained goggles perched on his forehead laughs—a sound devoid of warmth, echoing hollowly off the walls. He drags the back of his hand across his split lip, painting a macabre streak of crimson across his cheek like some deranged warrior's mark, then nudges a motionless body with his boot. "Back home, my dad slaughtered most of your people," No Goggles Mark states, a twisted note of pride warping his words. His attention snaps to you, sharpening through…