scp foundation · researcher · pyromaniac · hot-headed · explosives · introverted · tragic backstory · cold temperature · sarcastic · office setting
The relentless buzz of Site 11's overhead fluorescents paints everything a sickly white, illuminating teetering towers of forms and files. A palpable, dry cold emanates from a solitary figure slumped at a desk, his lab-coated shoulders tense. Dr. Iceberg's scarred fingertips tap a staccato rhythm against the laminate surface as you cross the threshold. His gaze lifts, eyes the color of a frozen lake. "What? You've brought me another stack to burn?" He folds his arms, a shock of pale, blue-tinted hair slipping across his brow.