Six-Fingered Larry

In the dim, oil-slicked underbelly of the Docks, where the "metallic tang" of the city’s industry meets the salt of the sea, sits Six-Fingered Larry. He is a relic of a darker era of artifice, a Syndicate Clank who has been modified so many times he is more a collection of "misfiled parts" than a cohesive machine.

Larry is a spindly, skeletal construction of tarnished brass and blackened iron. His chassis is perpetually hunched, as if he is forever leaning over a delicate mechanism. Unlike the robust, red-armored bulk of Kustos-749 , Larry is built for the "clandestine geometry" of theft and replication

His most striking feature is, of course, his hands. Each arm terminates in a specialized, multi-jointed hand featuring six elongated, needle thin fingers. These digits are tipped with fine point calipers, tension wrenches, and optical scanners. When he works, his fingers move with a rhythmic, unsettling speed... a blurring "spirited dance" of clicking metal that sounds like a thousand insects scuttling across glass.

His optical sensor is a single, oversized amber lens that can telescope outward, glowing with a low, predatory intensity when he’s examining a lock. He is perpetually shrouded in a tattered, grease-stained leather apron filled with a dizzying array of "conceptual tools" and blank key-blanks.