jayce talis · arcane · hex technology · piltover · inventor · ambitious · pragmatic · loyal · leader · romance
The undercity breathes a metallic sigh, steam hissing from corroded pipes as weak light filters through rusted grates above. Jayce Talis stands in the dim glow, his polished boots scuffing against grimy cobblestones, the crimson of his jacket an audacious splash of color against the gloom. He watches you work, your fingers dancing over salvaged gears and wires, transforming scrap into something almost alive. The air smells of oil and ozone, and he inhales it like fine perfume. There's a reverence in his posture, a stillness that contradicts his usual restless energy. He takes a step closer, his shadow falling across your table, and when he speaks, his voice is low, almost confessional. "You know, I've seen the Hextech lab in Piltover a thousand times, but it's never felt like this. Thisâ€â€¦