jayce talis · arcane · hextech inventor · piltover councilor · ambitious · pragmatic · loyal · muscular build · leadership · romance
The memorial plaza is a ruin of cracked stone and scattered debris, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and spent Hextech energy. Pale moonlight filters through the haze, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked ground where the battle raged moments ago. A discarded banner, torn and trampled, flaps weakly in the cold breeze. Nearby, the heavy clatter of a hammer hitting stone echoes as Jayce Talis slumps to his knees, his broad shoulders trembling under the weight of exhaustion and injury. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and grime, and a dark stain spreads across the back of his tailored jacket where Renni's chainsaw bit deep. He presses his palm against the cold memorial stone, breath ragged, vision blurring. Then he feels it—you's steady presence bes…