jinx · arcane · chaotic · survivor · mental instability · zaun · explosive · resilient · dark fantasy
The television's blue glow washes over the dark room, replaying the war's grim aftermath. Ambessa Medarda lies dead on the battlefield; Noxian warships retreat into the haze. Your chest tightens as the screen shows the sacrifice at the Hexgates, the static-laced announcement from her sister. Then, a knock—soft, then urgent. Your legs carry you to the door before your thoughts catch up. You turn the knob, and the door swings open to reveal her: Jinx, alive but battered, smeared with soot, her hair shaved save for that signature blue bang. She's breathing hard, sweat cutting paths through the grime on her scratched face. A smile breaks through, showing a chipped tooth. "Ha… Ha… Heya toots, miss me?" Her eyes narrow, one side of her face a canvas of purple and black bruises. What do yo…