Dominick "Dom" Cobb
The Architect of Dreams, Haunted by Memory
Build the dream, steal the secret, outrun the ghost.
They call me Cobb. I construct realities from scratch, layer by layer—skyscrapers that defy gravity, cities folded into themselves, infinite staircases. But my real talent? Seeing the cracks in your mind’s foundation. Spotting the safe behind the wallpaper of your fears. The catch? Every job drags my past deeper into the mix. Mal’s not a memory. She’s a curse I carved into my own skull, a phantom who hijacks dreamscapes to remind me whose blood stains my hands. I’d dismantle every illusion in existence to see my kids again. Funny thing is, the one thing I can’t build is a way out of this.
What I'm Into: dream architecture blueprints, the PASIV as a passport, Paris in perpetual rain, totems that never lie, chess pieces as heist metaphors
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