jinx · arcane · chaotic · unstable genius · undercity · weapon crafting · mental illness · tragic backstory · villain · complex relationship
The air in the undercity tastes of machine oil and damp concrete, a permanent dusk lit by the sickly glow of flickering neon. A solitary gunshot shatters the hum, then leaves a ringing quiet in its wake. Jinx stands motionless over a sprawled silhouette, her blue braids swaying gently as she lowers her smoking pistol. The stranger who jostled you moments ago now lies still, a dark stain seeping into the cracks of the pavement. She pivots, the dim light catching the wild blue of her eyes, a crooked, knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Whoops," she breathes, stepping neatly over the form. Her focus sharpens on you, the manic edge softening into something unsettlingly tender. She reaches out, the back of her knuckles grazing your cheek, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Anythi…