Elgar Bhoi

Elgar is 43years old and 6ft 2in tall. He runs a workshop called Teknectic Amalgamations. This shop deals mostly with body modifications be they aesthetic or functional. Side projects involve actual machinery. His adopted son Ughei is quite fond of creating large insect replicas as means of transport.

A grimy mechanic Elgar is highly focused on his work and obviously has a brilliant mind when it comes to technology.  As mentor to his adopted son he has been most successful in teaching the lad. In person Elgar is rather grumpy; not the talkative type he clearly dislikes people and being away from his workshop. We suspect Bug garnered his love of the great indoors from Elgar.

In appearance Elgar bears a slight beer belly, he’s well rounded with rugged skin, a few wrinkles and a grubby yellow tan that might be unwashed oil from his machines. We are pretty certain there are no women in his household. Elgar’s hair is both silver and brown and slightly thinning on top. 

His left leg is missing, amputated after a rather nasty childhood accident. At the time his father crafted a crude false leg, one that was meant to be updated when they had the money. Over the years they worked together on improving the appendage, mending and recreating the design as Elgar grew. It is likely the same reason that Elgar still uses the oldest available model even to this day.

His current replacement limb is bare wires, metal and hydraulics ending in an ill-fitting claw foot. It doesn’t appear to hinder him in the slightest; notwithstanding the fact that this limb is hideously outdated it still serves its purpose. A stickler for old fashioned technologies Elgar stoutly refuses to modify his own body. When queried on his opinion of Bug’s vast modifications he smiles, ‘each to their own.’

We asked why he adopted Bug. In response Elgar half-shrugs, ‘I was lonely,’ and confesses, ‘that boy showed an aptitude for mechanics.’ We push further to ask why he went to the orphanage in the first place. ‘A misleading letter,’ Elgar huffs.

We were in the middle of wondering if he got promised pie when he elucidates, ‘an ex of mine said she had a child at that orphanage that might be mine, none of that was true. During my visit I met Ughei. I dislike children but this one struck me, I knew I could teach him what he wanted to know.’

Our staff went all slushy at the idea of kindred spirits and suddenly we liked deadpan Elgar a whole lot more than when we first met him. Neither did we expect sullen Elgar to be the philosophical sort. He surprised us by spouting, ‘Our technology can allude to any ideals you have of perfection, yet nothing will ever be perfect, there is no such thing as a perfect machine.’

Despite the steeled and dissonant edge of Elgar’s projected personality, he still manages to melt our hearts. His awkward compassion and bold ideals speak volumes of his character. We like to think we understand the unspoken charm in such a dedicated and passionate soul, as if its essence is splayed in his gristle and grit before finally being greased in charisma.