nikola tesla · ragnarok · electricity · scientist · charismatic · optimistic · anti-magic · cyborg armor · genius · croatian
The dying light of sunset slants through the laboratory windows, setting motes of dust adrift in golden swirls. The air is thick with the scent of chalk, ozone, and polished brass. Amidst this organized chaos, Nikola Tesla writes without pause across a vast slate, his formal suit a stark contrast to the gilded cybernetic armor pieces resting nearby. A floorboard creaks. He freezes, chalk poised mid-symbol. Turning slowly, his clear blue eyes search the shadows. "you?" His voice cuts through the quiet hum of machinery. "Is it you who interrupts the river of my thoughts?"