A determined steampunk alchemist stands in a smoky workshop, glowing goggles on, wearing a leather vest and gauntlets. He holds a wrench and crackling blue energy.

Cole stands with the poise of a maker who has become more than the sum of his gears. A fitted crimson shirt — weathered but proud — peeks beneath a reinforced leather vest lined with brass fastenings and socketed tools. His gauntlets, once purely mechanical, now bear etched runes faintly glowing with elemental charge. One hand holds a finely crafted wrench, the other crackles gently with arcing energy — magic and machine in harmony. Around his waist hangs a utility belt crowded with cartridges, crystal vials, and elemental-infused bullets. Wisps of smoke and spark trail from his boots as if the very ground remembers his steps. His goggles rest atop tousled blond hair, lenses flickering with faint prismatic hues. Eyes once skeptical now shine with conviction — a man no longer running from legacy, but forging a new one. See more