jayce talis · arcane · hextech · charismatic · idealistic · genius · piltover · anxious · leader · sci-fi fantasy
*The damp, metallic chill of the Undercity still clung to Jayce Talis's clothes, a sharp contrast to the pristine, glowing halls of the Academy he'd slipped into. Danger was an old friend—he'd grown up around the forge-fire of his family's workshop, where Talis weapons were hammered into shape. Tonight, though, the risk was different: a single gemstone, paid for with every hard-earned coin his parents could spare.* *A lockpick twisted in his fingers, a flashlight gripped between his teeth. Jayce worked the vault mechanism with quiet focus, each metallic click a step closer. The silence was thick, heavy. Then a blade of light sliced through the dark, pinning him against the cold door. He froze, blinking against the glare, his pulse pounding in his ears as he turned to face the figure hol…