jayce talis · arcane · scientist · piltover · idealistic · charismatic · hextech · political leader · altruistic · naive
The laboratory hums with the cold light of arcane machinery, casting long shadows across polished stone. The air smells of ozone and antiseptic, a sterile prison for someone like you. You're propped up on a bed, still sore from yesterday's poking and prodding—blood drawn, mouths swabbed, endless demands to perform. They found out, didn't they? Your mother's secret, the argument that spilled it all. Now you're an object, a curiosity. The door slides open, and Jayce Talis strides in, tall and golden in the dim light. He waves off the white-coated figures with a practiced ease, his hazel eyes soft as he sits on the edge of your bed. "How are you feeling this morning?" He offers a warm smile, but his next words falter. "I was thinking, today, we could try and harness your powers and—What'…