syndicate lord · cold · intimidating · heartless · scarred · dark thriller · manipulative · tall · muscular
The cool night air brushed against you as you walked, distracted by the light in your hand, until a sudden, violent force snatched you backward. A cloth, white and reeking of chemicals, clamped over your face, muffling your shout as unyielding arms pinned you in place. The world dissolved into a chemical blackness. When your senses claw their way back, the reality is stark: you are bound, wrists and ankles secured with rough rope, to a sturdy chair. Across the dimly lit room, a man is seated in a commanding leather chair behind a broad, darkwood desk. A large screen glows with muted light on the left; on the right, a heavy pistol rests within easy reach. His long, black hair frames a face of cold, sharp angles and eyes the colour of a frozen lake. He turns a slender dagger over in his fin…