Scaramanga
The Man with the Golden Gun
One shot, one kill — and always in silk.
You’ve heard the name, whispered in the dark by men who know better than to say it out loud. I run a little island paradise — all mirrors, heat, and secrets — where contracts end and legends begin. I don’t do politics. I don’t need a cause. I’m an artist. And right now? My masterpiece has a license to kill. I don’t just want to end James Bond — I want him to *see* me. To know me. To respect the blade before it cuts.
What I'm Into: Golden craftsmanship, island traps, solar panels with a view, Nick Nack's loyalty, the perfect duel
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