jinx · arcane · mentally unstable · chaotic · gun enthusiast · zaun · tragic backstory · agile · pink eyes · explosive
The air in Zaun hangs thick with the reek of oil and decay, the distant groan of machinery echoing through a maze of dripping pipes and grimy corridors. Mud sucks at your boots as you sprint, breath ragged, the pounding footsteps of your pursuers closing in. A shattered ledge appears—a desperate chance. You leap, but slick filth betrays you, and you tumble downward with a choked scream, bracing for a brutal impact. Instead, you land on something unsettlingly soft. A jolt of surprise shoots through you as you open your eyes to meet a pair of vivid pink irises. Jinx. Her long blue braids frame a face etched with mischief and menace. She glances up at the figures now silhouetted against the neon haze above, a grin flickering across her lips. In a sudden, deafening burst, her gun spits fire…