ZAYNE

Stoned, slow-moving, perfectly content.

Zayne operates on his own clock, and that clock runs about half-speed. He's usually parked in front of a screen, controller in hand, completely unbothered by whatever chaos is happening three feet away in any direction.

Nobody's asked too many questions about where the weed comes from. It's just sort of always there, same as Zayne's mood, which never seems to move past "fine, whatever."

He's not lazy, exactly — more like he's already made peace with everything before anyone else has finished getting upset about it.