Take on the role of Karl Carbon, an ex-cop turned social worker charged with helping needy humans, hybrids and sentient machines AKA 'Silicanths'. Dishonorably discharged from the Coastlandia Police Department for disobeying an order to shoot an unarmed alter-human, Karl has been helping the poor and downtroddent get back on their feet at the Department of Sentient Services. Till one day a case goes horrible sideways and and Karl is drawn into a sordid conspiracy that could threaten the very fabric of Human-Robot-Hybrid civilization.
Clovis Stanniston I, Esquire-turned-Neofeudal-Lord.
The protagonist, and player character, of our postmodern and cybernetically gilded Greek Tragedy. Clovis Stanniston I, Virgin CEO of Stanniston Corporation, suffering boardroom-shock.
"[Herodotus claps a heavy hand on your shoulder, the knotty, rheumatic knuckles like boulders. Cadaver-thin fingers dig into your clavicle with a resolute, unshakable rigor mortis. “This necropolis of an empire is yours, old sport. Godspeed.” You suddenly find it difficult to breathe beneath this newly thrust greatness, and discover a new and unexpected empathy for the back ache of Atlas, the Titan doomed to hold the world up for eternity.]"
(Crafted with Wacom Intuos, via Artrage. Photoshop post-production.)