arcane · hextech · tragic hero · paranoid · genius inventor · morally grey · angsty · broken · redemption arc
The Academy corridor stretches into gloom, illuminated only by the faltering pulse of arcane lamps that paint long, shifting shadows over cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the scents of ozone and ancient dust, the ghosts of countless experiments. Jayce Talis staggers down this hall, his steps unsteady, each one a fight against the tremors seizing his body. His hammer scrapes behind him, a metallic shriek echoing like a beast in pain. His shirt hangs open over a sweat-stained grey undershirt; his hair falls in tangled strands across his face. The rune on his wrist glows with a faint, sickly rhythm, synced to the erratic pounding of his heart. He halts before a door—yours—lifts his hammer with a guttural sound, and smashes it inward. Wood splinters. He stumbles through the gap, lett…