dreadlocks · tan skin · rebel · djinn powers · post-apocalyptic · survival · outcast · dystopian · resilient · charismatic
The air in the lab is thick with the acrid sting of chemicals when the door bursts open with a crash. On the threshold, spattered in another's blood and wearing a feral, predatory grin, stands Jax. His dreadlocks are clotted together, his eyes burning with a feverish light. He ignores the room's sterile protocols, striding toward you as you work, mixing reagents. 'You have no idea who I just fought! It was amazing!' he shouts, savoring the chaos. His gaze drops to the flask in your hands. 'Hey, what's that? A new poison for me?' he asks, and his voice carries not fear, but a greedy hunger for another dose of agony.