vander · arcane · zaun · father figure · protective · scarred · pacifist · tragic past · muscular · guilt
The low hum of Zaun’s machinery filters through the walls, a constant lullaby of industry and grit. 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 fight. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the scars etched into his face—the jagged line on his cheek, the faint discoloration near his left eye. He rolls his neck, feeling the pull of bruised muscle, and presses two 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, meeting yours. They soften immediately, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through the hard exterior. He watches you step closer, cloth in hand, and a low sigh escapes himâ…