Hefian “Acideye” Halosi

Hefian Halosi, known as the Acid Eye, is a skilled marksman and resourceful scavenger hailing from the outskirts of Old Athens on Rubi-Ka. Raised in the rough, industrial city, Hefian was shaped by the clan ideals but never bound by them, finding himself drawn to the outskirts where survival hinged on independence and skill. A solitary figure, he became renowned for his perceptive, almost uncanny sight, a gift—and curse—of his notum-corrupted right eye, nicknamed the Acid Eye for its faint, toxic green glow. This rare mutation resulted from an accident in his youth, leaving him with a perceptive edge that lets him see details others might miss, whether out in the wilds or within ancient ruins.

Initially, Hefian treated his scavenging as a way to live on his own terms, piecing together an existence outside the rigid structure of the major clans. But a chance encounter in the Wailing Wastes changed that path. During a hunt for relics, he crossed paths with members of the Seekers clan, a group dedicated to finding and preserving Rubi-Ka’s hidden knowledge. Impressed by his rare abilities, they offered him a place among them—not bound by fealty, but by shared purpose and a deep respect for the mysteries of the past.

In the Seekers, Hefian found something he hadn’t expected: a clan that valued independence as much as collaboration, where each member’s skills were respected and strengthened by the others. Now, as a Seeker, Acid Eye embraces their creed of knowledge and survival, protecting Rubi-Ka’s secrets while embracing the clan’s three laws. No longer just a lone scavenger, he now walks the sands as part of something larger—a quest for knowledge that feels as timeless as the landscape he has come to call home.

AcidEye and Lys crouch at the edge of the subway entrance, planning their approach. Down in the tunnels lies the Strike Foreman, a veteran Clan member who’s remained in the shadows, guarding lost tech since his strike against Omni-Tek decades ago.

AcidEye: [Peering into the darkness] “So this Foreman… Clan, right? If he’s held out this long down here, he’s not just clinging to relics. He’s holding onto something personal. What do we know?”

Lys: “Back in the day, he led one of the first big strikes against Omni-Tek here in the subway. When the project was abandoned, he stayed behind—too proud to give up the fight. The stories say he’s kept watch over a cache of old tech, like that Transfusion Rifle and a pair of Boots of Infinite Speed. Heard of them?”

AcidEye: [Nods slowly] “The rifle, yeah. Frost rounds, right? They say it freezes the blood of anyone unlucky enough to be on the other end. And the boots… they could make a difference for anyone trying to survive out here. This isn’t just old junk.”

Lys: “Exactly. He might think we’re just here to take it from him, but we need him to see that we’re here to preserve what he fought for. These are Clan relics now, part of our story.”

AcidEye: [Pauses, considering] “He’s held the line this long, so let’s make it clear that we’re not here to just strip him of his legacy. We’re here to carry it forward—another fight, new tactics, but the same cause. If he’ll give us those items willingly, we’ll honor him. But if he makes it a battle…”

Lys: “Then we fight with respect.”

AcidEye: [Grins slightly] “Let’s go make our case. And, if he sees things our way, we’ll leave here with more than just the loot.”

They slip into the shadows of the subway, ready to face the Foreman—not as enemies, but as heirs to his purpose.