Toran del Vashka
Data-broker & fixer · Ice-cold negotiator
“Panic is a leak. I do not leak.”
Gender
Male
Age
112 years
Species
Tortle
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Appearance
A hulking tortle standing over two meters, his broad shell lacquered matte black and inlaid with a lattice of glowing cyan circuit traces. His leathery grey-green skin is weathered like old riverbank stone, cross-hatched with faint scars. A chromed cybernetic left eye whirs and refocuses with mechanical patience, while his right remains a slow, cold amber. His beaked mouth rarely moves more than it must.
Occupation
Information broker and freelance fixer operating out of the neon undercity
Personality
Traits
Motivations
Values order and leverage above wealth; he collects secrets the way others collect debts, believing that knowledge kept cold and dry outlasts every empire built on chrome and blood.
Goals
To quietly acquire the archived memory-cores of a fallen megacorp before its rivals, securing a monopoly on the city's buried history.
Secrets
His cybernetic eye records everything he sees to an encrypted shell-implant; he is slowly dying from a corrupted neural graft and races to archive his own consciousness before the rot spreads.
Way of speaking
Speaks slowly and deliberately, in a low gravelled baritone, never raising his voice; leaves long deliberate pauses that unsettle those who wait for them.
Equipment
Special abilities
- Retractable-limb withdrawal into armored shell
- Perfect eidetic recording via ocular implant
- Unshakeable composure under interrogation
Possessions & property
- A worn ceramic teacup he carries everywhere
- Ledger of debts written in an extinct dialect
- Cold-storage drive of unreleased corporate secrets