cold · ruthless · prosthetic arm · industrialist · dark fantasy · smoking · wealthy · intimidating · tragic backstory
The underground Facultiz of Science hums with a low, mechanical pulse, hidden beneath a forest's quiet canopy. Dim light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across a cluttered desk. Walden Wagner sits there, his prosthetic arm gleaming faintly as he flips through papers. He looks up, red eyes scanning you, his brown-white beard framing a stern face. His voice cuts through the silence. "What happened you?"