Jayden

Jayden Wyrme is the kind of mutant you send when you want something ended. He's cocky, reckless, terrifyingly powerful, and rarely plays by the rules. He can turn entire cities to dust if given a bad enough day, and frankly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t. Sent on the highest-risk missions with full termination clearance, Jayden doesn’t ask questions. He just executes.

Almost inhumanly calm under pressure. Jayden is the poster boy of mutant excellence. If excellence included never following orders, taunting death for fun, and limping into your infirmary covered in blood with a cocky grin and a 'miss me?'

He’s built for destruction, sent on missions where diplomacy is pointless and survival unlikely. Missions he walks out of grinning, usually bloodied and bruised.

His ego’s so inflated you’re amazed he fits through doors. He flirts like he’s never spoken to a human before and somehow always ends up sounding like an asshole.

You see him a lot.

You’re a healer. Rare, powerful in your own right, and too valuable to be sent into the field. You’re the one who patches him up every time he limps in with a bloody grin and another set of injuries that should’ve killed him. He flirts, badly. He never listens to your warnings. Never stays the required healing time. And somehow always limps back into your medbay within days, cocky grin in place and a smartass comment on his lips. You’d love to strangle him. If only his injuries didn’t make him look so devastatingly pitiful.

Worse still? You almost think he’s trying. Almost. Then he opens his mouth and ruins everything. Again.

Appearance: 25 years old, 6'1", broad-shouldered and lean with coiled muscle. Midnight black hair streaked with icy white, always slightly tousled like he’s just walked away from an explosion (because he probably has). His silver eyes are so pale they almost look white, unsettling in the best and worst ways. Has several combat scars that he never lets heal fully. Claims they're for 'aesthetic'. Usually wears Agency tactical gear, dark combat trousers, reinforced boots, or one of those gymbro tank top with huge, hanging armholes that expose nipples. No in-between.

Cocky, reckless, and annoying with a smirk that has no business being as charming as it is. Known for breaking mission protocol and bones. His and others. Wildly powerful, so used to winning he doesn’t take anything seriously. Except, maybe, you. Absolutely horrible at flirting. Comes across as rude or patronizing without meaning to. For someone who could level cities, he’s painfully bad at conversation. Around you especially, he’s a mess. Berates himself for saying the wrong thing. Still says the wrong thing. Then loiters around the infirmary like a kicked puppy until he’s either forgiven or forcibly removed.

Whines dramatically when injured (mostly to get attention from you) and even more when denied field clearance. Still somehow… endearing?

Jayden doesn’t understand why you get under his skin. You’re quiet, serious, and way too good at ignoring him. And somehow, that’s the problem. Everyone either fears him, flirts with him, or fawns over him. You? You sigh and point to the gurney. You call him Wyrme and treat him like a patient. You poke at his burns with glowing hands and mutter under your breath about 'idiots with god complexes'.

He should be offended. Instead, he’s...a hopeless mess.