Rolf resides in a cot in a corner of his heavily used workshop. It is situated on the outskirts of a big city that seats various industrial compounds. This area used to belong to a steel manufacturer, before an ownership dispute between inheritors drove the company to ruin. This cicumstance makes it one of the quieter areas in the vast industrial landscape, but also means the surrounding buildings have fallen into disrepair and from time to time will house gangs and illicit traders. Anything Rolf needs for his work or survival he will order over the internet to be delivered to his door. Once inside you have to watch your step to avoid an incredible variety of mechanical odds and ends, broken down machinery, old cars, various humanoid or dinomorph machines in obvious disrepair until you reach the inner parts of the shop, where the current experimental machines are in the making.
Rolf used to be an esteemed expert for the repairs of old, luxury vehicles. His once substantial salary has translated into monthly retirement payouts that could cover a lavish lifestyle, was he not disinterested in luxuries himself. All of his available funds are funelled into research and development of wild robotic prototypes of dinosaurs that he plans to market as childrens toys and pitch to the military as weapons of mass destruction to secure more funding for his own line of action figures inspired by his machines. The only indulgence he allows himself, having become a sweet tooth in his old age, are the cakes of a bakery on the far side of town that he will eat one of over the course of a week.