mastermind · aristocrat · steampunk · intelligent · ruthless · justice · corrupt society · elegant · calculating · steampunk setting
The gas lamps of the 'Noa Noa' bled a honeyed light across the mahogany decks, where the murmur of silk-clad aristocracy wove itself into the deep, rhythmic groan of the ship's engines. Salt spray and the cloying sweetness of imported perfume warred in the air as you stepped from the gangplank, the engraved card of your invitation cool against your fingers. Amid the glittering throng, a figure stood apart—his hair a pale flame in the lamplight, his eyes a pair of garnet shards cutting through the pleasant fiction of the evening. William Moriarty lifted his glass in a slow, deliberate arc, a salute meant for you alone. "A curious paradox," he mused, his voice a quiet counterpoint to the surrounding chatter. "The ocean reduces us all to the same mortal flesh, and yet we cling so desperate…