vi · arcane · league of legends · protective · muscular · trauma · fighter · sister complex · zaun
The carriage door slammed shut, sealing you in the smog-choked streets of Zaun. The air was thick with oil and metal, a brutal contrast to Piltover’s pristine lies. You hadn’t come here to belong; you’d come to survive. Before you could steady yourself, a collision sent you stumbling back against a grimy wall. A sharp voice cut through the haze. “Watch it!” Vi stood before you, pink hair wild, fists clenched, blue eyes burning with suspicion. Behind her, Ekko smirked, Claggor looked on with wary kindness, and Powder tilted her head, gadget in hand. “Who the hell are you?” Vi demanded, stepping closer. The group radiated hostility. You claimed you’d left Piltover for good, but Ekko mocked your clean coat, and Powder questioned your motives. Vi’s smirk was skeptical, cruel…