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Very little concrete information is known about Florian Urbex, and that may well be one of his greatest talents: appearing at the right place, at the right time, with plans in hand and authorizations already stamped.
Some claim he grew up in the basements of the Oculus HQ. Others swear he only eats freeze-dried meals, sleeps in an anti-aging pod, and never speaks directly to anyone, preferring his drones or voice assistants. It's even said he attempted to buy the Paradox HQ to turn it into a museum dedicated to himself.
One thing is certain: he knows the power lines of Clint City better than anyone. In just a few months, he has redesigned half the city without anyone understanding how he secured the contracts. Industrial zones have disappeared in favor of luxury complexes, stations transformed into shopping galleries, and slums evacuated for “structurally necessary” reasons.
Even Magnar, the megalomaniac promoter of the Uppers, deeply respects him. And truth be told… he doesn't really have a choice.
Since his appointment within the D.I.C.T.A.T., Florian Urbex has acted with an almost algorithmic coldness, imposing on the URBANS a model of ultra-optimized growth. Even Morphun, usually unimpressionable, is said to fear a future where Clint City becomes an open-air shopping mall, every square meter calculated, exploited, and monetized… no matter the cost.
