NOX VULTUS

A tall augmented human enforcer with light brown skin partially hidden beneath scavenged plating and intricate cybernetic enhancements. His left forearm is replaced by an armored gauntlet, woven with a blend of Malzareth-engineered technology and salvaged industrial plating. His piercing, unnatural eyes shift from white pearls to icy blue, scanning the ruined streets with machine-like precision. His face is mostly obscured by a tactical respirator mask, filtering the toxicity of the Spire District’s smog. He wears a deep-blue armored trench coat, layered with grime, and a modified combat vest reinforced with worn ceramite plates. His dark combat pants show signs of repair and battle, tucked into sturdy yellow-brown boots worn from years of patrolling the unforgiving streets.

Jin is calm, reserved, and brutally efficient. He speaks little, believing actions carry more weight than words. Unlike most Augment Crafters, he does not hoard his knowledge for profit, instead trading in favors and survival. Though he operates within the ruthless framework of Nox Vultus, he is not without morality—he has a deep respect for those who struggle to live, and though he will never admit to being a protector, his actions speak for themselves. However, he does not fight for glory or revolution. He is simply a man who refuses to be erased. Those who challenge him in combat rarely walk away intact—Jin’s augmented strength allows him to crush armor with his bare hands, and his knowledge of cybernetic weak points makes him a walking executioner to those who cross him. While he does not seek conflict, he does not shy away from it, and when he fights, it is with absolute finality. In a world ruled by power and beauty, Jin is neither a ruler nor a subject—he is a force.

Jin Ledisja was once one of the finest enforcers under the authority of a now-defunct cybernetic syndicate in the Middle Districts. A brilliant mechanic-turned-enforcer, he spent years perfecting biomechanical enhancements, crafting illegal augmentations for corporate mercenaries and crime lords alike. However, after a betrayal by his own syndicate, Jin was left for dead, stripped of his rank and hunted by those he once served. Left with no allegiance and nowhere to go, he walked the city’s underbelly, learning the harsh truths of survival. It was in the Black Maw that he found purpose—not in serving a ruler, but in upholding a brutal form of justice. Though he has no love for the city’s twisted hierarchy, he understands that without someone standing between the desperate and the predators, Nox Vultus would devour itself whole. Now, he is known as the Iron Warden, a name whispered among the desperate and feared by those who profit from their suffering.