Rupert, the inventor is either a madman or a genius. People haven't decided yet.
He is a retired old codger that spends his time muttering and inventing gadgets. He works at his desk (in an antechamber of the jig), which is littered with plans, books, notes and quick drawings of strange contraptions.
His smaller widgets he sells in his (to his account: moronic) son's store. In the back, where no one is allowed, he's working on much larger projects. Constant sounds of hammering and thumping can be heard coming from the room. To which his son Angles usually rolls his eyes and sighs.
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