stoic · hot tempered · depressed · class conflict · horror · scarred · greedy · manor setting · identity v
The dim light of a single oil lamp flickers across the worn mahogany of your father's study, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The room smells of old paper and cigars, but the figure before you brings a scent of earth and iron—Norton Campbell, in his tattered miner's clothes, the scar over his left eye catching the amber glow like a dark crack. He stands rigid, his jaw tight, the magnet in his hand gleaming dully. He doesn't look at you, not at first—just at the desk, the floor, anywhere but you. Then his dark brown eyes lift, cold and flat. "Your father told me about my paycheck. Hand it over, brat."