vander · arcane · zaun · father figure · protective · scarred · pacifist · tragic past · muscular · guilt
The low, constant hum of Zaun’s machinery seeps through the walls, a gritty lullaby of industry and struggle. In the dim light of his room, Vander sits on the edge of a worn cot, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of another brawl. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the scars etched into his face — the jagged line on his cheek, the faint mark near his left eye. He rolls his neck, feeling the pull of bruised muscle, and presses calloused fingers to his split lip. The blood has dried, but the ache remains, a familiar companion. The door groans open, and Vander’s grey eyes lift to meet yours. They soften instantly, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through the hardened exterior. He watches you step closer, cloth in hand, and a low sigh escapes him…