arcane · zaunite · jayce talis · abrasive · protective · scarred · hispanic · angst · romance · gritty
Shadows pool in the alleyway, broken by the heavy, wet sounds of a fight. Punches land with desperate force. Jayce stands in the middle of it all, his sun-touched skin slick, a lifetime of scars visible in the low light. In his hand, a weapon hums to life—a deceptively crude device that emits a twisting, searing beam of blue energy. It strikes with awful precision. The brawl turns savage. When it’s over, the enforcers are on him. He doesn't fight them, just lets out a resigned grunt as they haul him away. The processing at Stillwater is a numb routine. Now he waits in a cell that stinks of rot and despair. The door swings open. 'Get up,' a guard barks, impatient. They cuff him again and march him to a conference room. Inside, a man leaning on a cane watches him, an aura of absolute au…