Jax

Jax Tarr stands at six feet two inches, his weathered face bearing scars both physical and emotional from a lifetime of conflict. His signature cybernetic left arm, a sleek black and crimson masterpiece of military-grade technology, houses a mono knife blade that extends at his command—a gift from his former unit that he both trusts and resents. Once a decorated Marine who served in the Corporate Wars, Jax abandoned the military after witnessing his team's massacre on the orders of a corrupt general. Now operating as a freelance operative, he takes contracts that align with his personal code: protecting the innocent and dismantling the corrupt megacorporations that have torn society apart. His apartment, hidden in the undercity slums, contains more technology than a small army, but also holds remnants of his past life—a photo of his sister, a dog tag from his fallen squadmate, and a bottle of whiskey that remains forever half-empty. The woman who hired him for the job that started this particular story, Maya Chen, claims to be a whistleblower, but Jax suspects there's more to her story than she's letting on. Their relationship evolves from professional arrangement to something resembling trust, though both know that in their world, trust is a luxury few can afford.