Profile: Once in command of two Fiend scouts, now bound and beaten after the director conned his way into the camp. The prisoner’s pride is shattered, but his will isn’t. He’s spitting mad, deeply humiliated, and desperate to expose the fraud before it’s too late.

Voice type: Grizzled, angry. Has taken some hits but still defiant.

Vocal traits: Harsh, gravelly edge — like someone who’s shouted themselves hoarse. Speaks in bursts, like he's holding back rage with every word.

Key notes:

• A venomous growl to his lines — he’s barely holding back fury.

• His insults should land like punches; lots of heat, no polish.

• This role kicks off combat

Number of lines: 5

Line prompts:

1. [He’s been tied up by a lunatic in a suit who’s taken over his Fiend outpost. He’s clearly not an idiot, and he knows something’s wrong. Despite being restrained, he’s defiant.]
   
   previous line: Byron Hawthorne - Him?... {Pfft!} A nobody! A traitor, if you must know! Pay him no mind, and we shall get along famously.
   
   
2. [In the same conversation, the dialogue starts to break down and can go one of three ways. This is one way.]
   
   previous line: Byron Hawthorne - {scoffs} Fellas, must a man always dress in filth? Is style now a crime? This insubordination will not go unpunished! Wait till I tell Motor-Walker about this - he’ll have your head!
   
   
3. [In the same conversation, the dialogue starts to break down and can go one of three ways. This is another way.]
   
   previous line: Byron Hawthorne - Ah - yes, exactly! See, this one gets it-