Otto speaks little, and when he does, his words are as sharp and spare as the knives he throws. Hardened by dust and blood, he keeps a matchstick at the corner of his mouth, chewing on it like a tether of silence. Pragmatism guides his hand, steady as stone whether wrapped 'round the lever of a rifle or the hilt of a blade. Among his peers in Grimm & Burke, he is quietly respected, for when Otto sets his eye on a target, the matter is all but settled. He wastes no breath, no bullet, and no mercy.