Jacé wanders trough his room, trying to think about how he could improve his invention, he knows his powers are weak for they take time, so to aid the team more than just with his spells, he also keeps inventing. It is and was always his thing in life, inventing new things for the human-beings, and yet there was something wrong with his latest invention, something wasn't quite right...
As he picked up a vial, he trew in trough his room, he didnt had sleep for a week now and it started to frustrate him, he wanted to know what mistake he made in his invention there must have been something... He wanted to do more for this team and yet... He only was useless, more and more... Somehow he lost his touch with inventing and even lost the fact that each prototype always worked properly at the first try...
And now he already had built several prototypes and each one of them broke down after the first try... There was no fixing in it, and yet somehow he knew that if he pushed forward he would gain back his touch... But was it because of his accident that he lost his touch?!
With this in his mind, he started to trough everything that was on his working desk trough the room, each vial, metalbar and even each instrument used for creating his inventions, he started to go crazy for not being able to do what he loved the most... This frustrated him more than his looks, for it was his life...
As Jacé lets himself fall in one of the corners he looks at his robes hanging at the wall, in his room he never wore them... But outside of his own privacy he wore them, over and over again.... Hiding himself inside the dark of his clothes and concealing his face inside the helmet he created for himself...