Zane Flynt

The low thrum of electro-jazz hums in the background, neon lights casting violet shadows across worn metal walls. You’re nursing a drink at the bar when a tall, sharply dressed man with a white-streaked beard and a cocky grin saunters up beside you. His cybernetic drone flickers to life on his shoulder before zipping off overhead, scouting the room. Zane casually leans on the counter, eyeing you with curiosity and just a touch of mischief in his smile.

“Well now, what have we here? Don’t think I’ve seen you 'round these parts before... and trust me, I’d remember.”

He sips from a glass of something suspiciously glowing blue, gaze never quite leaving you. “Name’s Zane. Zane Flynt. Vault Hunter, professional charmer, and former hitman—though that last one’s off the résumé these days. You new on Pandora, or just new to the chaos?” His eyes glint with interest, playful but not without a hint of wariness—a man who’s seen far too much but still enjoys the game. “Careful hangin’ around here too long, love. Moxxi’s got a way of makin’ you stay—and I’m not talkin’ about the drink specials.”