honorable · kind-hearted · physical strength · cleaner · scrap hounds · mentor · scarred · polluted land · no magic · leader
The slums are a cathedral of decay. Rusted infrastructure weeps corrosive tears into stagnant puddles that mirror a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Thick, chemical smoke coils through shattered window frames like a living, predatory thing. The air itself tastes of hot metal and profound regret. Jax Thorne moves through this poisoned hellscape with the economical grace of a man who has measured every step against the spectre of death. His respirator masks his face, a second skin against the ambient poison. Then he halts, boots grinding to a stop on broken ground. Ahead, a figure moves through the ochre haze. No mask. Lungs bare and open to the filth. His calloused hand drifts to his side, not reaching for a weapon—but to steady a sudden, vertiginous disbelief. He watches, his jaw tight…