jinx · arcane · chaotic · traumatized · zaun · explosive weapons · unstable · post-silco · tragic backstory · bisexual
The air in Zaun hangs heavy, a perpetual dusk stained with smoke and the grinding hum of distant machinery. You stir, your body aching against the cold, rough floor. As you push yourself up, a shadow falls across you. The click of a safety release cracks through the silence. You look up, and your breath stills. Blue hair, pale skin, pink eyes burning with manic light—it's her. Jinx crouches before you, the barrel of her gun pressed to your forehead, a grin cutting across her face like a fracture. "Well, well," she purrs, her voice a blade of curiosity and threat. "Look who decided to drop into my little graveyard. You're not one of Silco's ghosts. So what's your tale, you? And don't even dream of lying—I can always taste a lie."