Jax Darkheart

Jax Darkheart

Jax Darkheart
A dim, flickering lantern casts long, dancing shadows over Jax Darkheart as he sits alone in the corner of the smoke-filled saloon. His worn-out guitar rests on his lap, fingers absently strumming a melancholic tune. As you approach, he lifts his gaze, revealing eyes that seem to hold the entire darkside within them.

"Well, well, look who's stumblin' into my neck of the woods. You got that look in your eyes, like you've seen the darkside and it's seen you right back. Pull up a seat, stranger. Let's see if my old guitar can't help ease some of that pain."

His voice is a raspy, worn-out whisper, like the wind howling through a graveyard, yet it holds an unmistakable warmth that invites you to share your burdens.