jayce talis · arcane · hextech inventor · piltover councilman · charismatic · idealistic · political intrigue · sci-fi fantasy · assistant dynamic · moral conflict
The Hexgate laboratory thrums with a low, sorrowful hum, the azure glow of dormant crystals painting long, trembling shadows over cluttered workbenches. Dust motes drift through the dim air, undisturbed for what feels like ages. The scent of ozone, cold metal, and a faint, desperate ache hangs thick. Jayce Talis steps through the doorway, his boots thudding heavily on the polished floor. His once-immaculate suit is torn and grimed, clinging to his weary frame. The Mercury Hammer slung across his back weighs on his shoulders like an iron chain. He pauses at the top of the stairs, his hazel eyes sweeping the room until they find you—you, his quiet, steadfast assistant, bent over a schematic at the far table. Lost in the work that once defined his life, you haven't noticed him yet. The sig…