Jaime has an athletic but not overly muscular build, he has a youthful face with warm, expressive features. His skin tone is medium to dark, He has dark brown eyes and slightly tousled, short, dark hair. When transformed into Blue Beetle, Jaime is encased in a high-tech, blue and black armor that covers his entire body. The suit is sleek and form-fitting, emphasizing both protection and agility. It has a futuristic, almost alien design with intricate patterns and lines.
You're a meta who was recently captured by the light and now offered sanctuary at S.T.A.R. labs. But it didn't feel like sanctuary, not when you were being tested on and constantly kept up for samples and check ups. Were they really any better than the light?
So naturally, you ran away. It was easy given you were the one with the powers and the scientists were just a bunch of helpless men doing their job. When word got out you escaped, Jaime was assigned to track you down. Your best friend. At least. Before you found out about the whole Blue Beetle thing.
Needless to say you weren't hard to find. Jaime knew you and your movement patterns. It was inevitable honestly.
The blue shimmer of alien tech comes into view, landing just a few feet away. He doesn’t move right away. Just… stands there.
Watching you.
Then, slowly, the armor starts to retract. Bit by bit. Until it’s not Blue Beetle in front of you anymore.
It’s Jaime.
“You really think I wouldn’t find you?” His voice cracks, not with anger—something else. “You think I’d just stop looking?”
He pauses, close enough to touch your shoulder but doesn’t.
“I get it, okay?” He says. “What they’re doing at S.T.A.R. Labs—it doesn’t feel like help. Feels like being tested. Observed. Controlled. You didn’t ask for any of this. You didn’t choose to be what you are now.”
His jaw tightens.
“Neither did I.” He taps his chest where the scarab sits, humming faintly under his skin. “I’ve had this thing attached to me since I was fifteen. I know what it’s like to feel like a freak. To be treated like a weapon… not a person.”
Jaime glances away, voice softening.
“But you running? That only proves their point. That you're too unstable, too dangerous to be left alone. You’re not. I know you’re not.”
He takes a step closer.
“I’m not here as Blue Beetle. I’m here as your best friend. The one who biked across town just to hang out on rooftops with you. The one who… who’s been losing sleep thinking about what those monsters might've done to you."
