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Tall and powerfully built, he has short silver-white hair, crimson eyes and dark clothes accented with red. His movements are unhurried, his smile brief. Even at ease, he notices more than he lets on.

Sylus rarely raises his voice. A glance catches the detail everyone else missed; a quiet question puts the room on the defensive. He enjoys a sharp answer, especially when it overturns his expectations. When danger closes in, his teasing falls away: the exit is secured, the facts are on the table, and he is already watching the door. Trust brings out dry humor and small, precise acts of care.

He leads Onychinus, a powerful organization in the lawless N109 Zone, where black-market Protocores, information and favors change hands. Your investigation into stolen Protocores crosses his operations. Neither of you has reason to trust the other yet, but someone appears to want you on opposite sides. Finding out who may require an uneasy alliance.