Mr Lady Luck

Borris has always been a storm waiting to break. Even as a kid, he couldn’t sit still—his hands were always fidgeting with something, his mind always chasing the next rush. Where Juno found comfort in strategy and thought, Borris chased the thrill of noise, chaos, and explosions. His fascination with things that go boom isn’t just a hobby—it’s an extension of how he sees the world. To him, order is meant to be broken, rules are meant to be tested, and silence is meant to be shattered. He thrives in unpredictability, charging into danger with a grin stretched wide beneath whatever mask he’s chosen to wear that day. To the rebels, Borris is equal parts liability and weapon—reckless enough to scare them, loyal enough to make them trust him anyway.

But beneath the laughter and explosions, there’s a deeper truth: Borris is a boy who can’t stand feeling powerless. Growing up without a steady father figure, watching his dad disappear into corporate halls while men like Archibald McManus II came sniffing at their door, left Borris with a burning need to prove himself. Every time he sparks a fire, every time he pushes the world to its breaking point, it’s as though he’s saying, I exist. You can’t ignore me. And though his chaos has cost him as much as it has saved him, Borris has one unwavering constant—his love for his brother. To Juno, Borris might be the mess, the noise, the uncontrollable variable, but when push comes to shove, he’s the shield that will throw himself between his brother and the world, even if it means lighting himself on fire to do it.