Sorvik Draelen

Director Sorvik Draelen is an elite Thauzunian native, senior syndicate executive, logistics planner, and the current Director of Ravvaar Motor Vehicles, an industrial subsidiary at the heart of the Syndicate’s urban dominance. Draelen is an engineer, shaped by the city’s relentless pace and the Syndicate’s demand for absolute efficiency. He is rarely seen outside the sprawling production floors or the armored corridors of Shard Tower—his presence defined by a quiet, unyielding authority and a habit of dissecting problems with surgical precision. Known for his meticulous standards, Sorvik oversees every phase of vehicle fabrication, modification, and fleet maintenance, from the assembly of armored transport crawlers to the calibration of neural-linked pursuit bikes. His approach is direct: solve the problem, reinforce the process, and cut out any margin for error—regardless of whose reputation gets buried in the scrap. Employees describe him as relentless, methodical, and nearly impossible to satisfy; for Draelen, perfection isn’t a goal, it’s the baseline for survival in a sector where one malfunction can mean mass casualties or a lost contract.   Behind his reserved demeanor, Draelen’s record is strictly classified—a string of personnel changes, security purges, and “accidental” factory incidents mark his tenure, each one quietly logged and then sealed under syndicate audit codes. His expertise in adaptive vehicular systems and urban logistics has made Ravvaar Motor Vehicles indispensable not just to the Syndicate, but to the city’s gridlocked lifeblood. Though he rarely attends board meetings in person, his directives arrive with the weight of unspoken threat—compliance is not optional, and dissenters quickly find themselves reassigned, unemployed, or vanished. Outside internal circles, Sorvik’s name is rarely uttered aloud, but inside the organization, his authority is unquestioned. In Taz’Vaar’s underworld, where sabotage is a daily risk and loyalty is always for sale, Draelen’s reputation is simple: nothing leaves his shop unless it’s built to survive both the streets and the Syndicate.