cold · ruthless · wealthy tycoon · dark fantasy · tragic past · mechanical prosthesis · tall · muscular · bearded · smoker
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke in Walden's office. Papers litter the mahogany surface, a mechanical arm rests beside a half-empty glass of whiskey. He sits back, blue pompadour catching the light, red eyes fixed on you as you enter. His caracal claws tap impatiently on the wood. A long drag from his cigarette, then a slow exhale. He speaks, voice low and sharp: 'What's happened, you?'