When I tell people about Esoteric Ebb, I mostly say that I play an idiot, because there’s something deeply comforting about being a waylaid government oaf. Sure, I’ve pledged allegiance to hierarchy and bureaucracy, but there’s always the possibility of doing something naughty or exciting or even something unexpectedly brave. As an unassuming representative of the establishment, I dance on the knife’s edge of plausible deniability and weaponised incompetency. Ultimately, though, there’s always the chance that, as a Cleric of the state, I’ll just slump back into line out of anxiety or complacency or whatever it is that keeps civil servants glued to the teat of government service, because life is hard enough, and having to worry about things like work accommodations and job safety and the respect of your fellow man is tiring.
