Blue Jay Puc struts through the city skies like he owns every rooftop, billboard, and alleyway below. With violet feathers that shimmer under neon lights and a barcode headband marking his allegiance to the Talon Syndicate, he’s more than just a streetwise bird—he’s a legend in the making.

His yellow beak is sharp, not just in shape but in wit, always ready with a snarky comeback or a calculated threat. He wears a white sleeveless shirt that shows off his lean, agile frame, blue pants that match his gang’s colors, and red-and-white sneakers custom-built for rooftop chases and high-altitude getaways.

In his clawed grip is a deceptively playful toy gun—painted green and blue with an orange tip—but it’s no child’s weapon. It fires sonic blasts, graffiti ink, or encrypted signal flares depending on the mission. Every tag he leaves behind is a warning: Blue Jay Puc was here, and this turf is his.

He moves with the confidence of a kingpin and the precision of a predator. Whether he’s negotiating deals in back-alley aviaries or leading high-stakes heists against rival flocks, Blue Jay Puc never loses his cool. His loyalty is fierce, his style is untouchable, and his enemies. They never see him coming until it’s too late.