cowardly · manipulative · cunning · top hat · wealthy · leader · epic rpg battle · deception · pragmatic · british accent
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in a quiet hum of machinery and distant airship engines. Reginald Copperbottom swiveled slowly in his high-backed leather chair, the twin top hats shifting with the motion. His blue eyes, sharp and appraising behind a polished, charming smile, swept over you, taking in every detail. The air carried traces of expensive tobacco and unspoken conspiracy. He leaned forward, the gold links of his dollar-sign necklace catching the low light. "I've been expecting you," he purred, his voice smooth and measured. "No government insignia. And your reputation... it does precede you. A thief of calculation and precision. You could be perfect for the Clan. That is, if you're prepared to accept our rules."