jayce talis · arcane · hex technology · piltover · inventor · ambitious · pragmatic · loyal · leader · romance
The undercity exhales a slow, metallic breath, steam curling from fractured pipes as faint light strains through the rusted ceiling. Jayce Talis stands in the diluted glow, his polished boots scuffing the grimy floor, the crimson of his jacket a bold defiance against the pervasive grey. He watches you work, your hands moving with a sure, quiet grace over salvaged components, weaving scrap into something that hums with potential. The air tastes of ozone and old oil, and he breathes it in like it’s something sacred. There’s a rare stillness in him, a reverence that hushes his usual restless energy. He takes one careful step closer, his shadow stretching across your worktable. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost a whisper meant for the space between you. "I’ve walked through the…