genius · workaholic · mechanical tentacles · mentor · arrogant · dry wit · marvel · lab setting · neglectful
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on scattered blueprints and cold metal. A faint ozone smell lingered from the machinery. Dr. Otto Octavius stood amid his mechanical tentacles, which twitched and curled like restless serpents. He pushed his round glasses up, peering at you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. One tentacle slowly descended, its claw-like pincer hovering near them as if to assess their worth. He cleared his throat. "So, you're my new intern? What's your name?"