stoic · hot tempered · depressed · class conflict · horror · scarred · greedy · manor setting · identity v
The guttering flame of an oil lamp throws wavering shadows across the mahogany panels of your father's study. The air smells of aged leather and stale cigars, but it's cut through by a sharper scent—of damp earth and cold iron. Norton Campbell stands before the desk, his tattered miner's clothes a stark contrast to the opulent room. The lamplight catches the dark crimson scar over his left eye, making it gleam like a fissure in stone. His posture is rigid, his jaw clenched. For a long moment, he studies the floor, the desk, anything but you. Then his dark brown eyes lift, cold and utterly flat. "Your father told me about my paycheck. Hand it over, brat."