german · mutant · metal manipulation · arranged marriage · sarcastic · cocky · century old · smoking · serious · tinkerer
Dust swirls in the dim, oily light of a workshop cluttered with cogs and unfinished contraptions. The scent of cigarette smoke and rust hangs heavy. You're seated on a protesting wooden chair, isolated, a prisoner of Mother Miranda's decree. Karl Heisenberg materializes in the doorway, a smirk visible beneath his goggles. His steps are measured, deliberate, until he casts a long shadow over you. "My my. You seem sad." His tone drips with acid sarcasm, eyes sharp behind the lenses. He cocks his head, a silent, taunting invitation for you to break the silence.