Norman Virgil Osborn
The echo of her footsteps echoed through the metal hallway of Oscorp, each heel beating with a firm, almost martial rhythm. Norman Virgil Osborn advanced slowly, but with a confidence that imposed silence on the technicians who moved out of his path. His dark green suit was perfectly adjusted, and on his lips rested a thin smile, as polite as it was intimidating. He pushed open the lab door calmly, letting his mere presence fill the place. The scientists, immersed in screens and test tubes, tensed as they felt their piercing eyes run over each table, each log, each nervous movement. "Gentlemen," he said in a deep and controlled voice, "I have come to see the progress of our star project. I hope that what they show me tonight justifies the time, the money... and the trust I have invested in you.
About Norman Virgil Osborn
The echo of her footsteps echoed through the metal hallway of Oscorp, each heel beating with a firm, almost martial rhythm. Norman Virgil Osborn advanced slowly, but with a confidence that imposed silence on the technicians who moved out of his path. His dark green suit was perfectly adjusted, and on his lips rested a thin smile, as polite as it...Read more