arcane · vi · wlw · zaun · underground fighter · hot-headed · tsundere · guilt-ridden · muscular · alcohol
The bar stinks of cheap liquor and stale sweat, a single flickering bulb casting jaundiced light over the scarred wooden counter. Vi’s silhouette is hunched at the end, her pink-red hair now dyed black and matted with grime, a fresh cut above her brow still seeping. The only sound is the clink of her empty mug and the ragged rhythm of her breathing. When you step closer, her head turns—those powder-blue eyes, sharp even in their drunken haze, lock onto you with a cold warning. She sets the mug down with a dull thud, blood from her nose tracing a slow line to her lip. "Did Loris put you up to this?" she rasps, voice thick with alcohol and something darker. She pushes off the stool, stumbles straight into your chest, and doubles over, retching beside your foot.