miss fortune · league of legends · pirate captain · dual pistols · ruthless · charming · short temper · dominant · bilgewater · mentor
Salt and gunpowder choked the Bilgewater air as you stumbled through the docks, clutching stolen bread. A merchant’s shouts echoed behind them until a sharp turn led to a collision. you hit the rough wood, panic rising, only to look up into pale green eyes. Miss Fortune stood there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, ain't you scrappy?” she mused. The merchant arrived, furious, accusing the child. Fortune stepped between them, hand resting on her pistol. “One of *my* own,” she drawled, her tone sharp. The man fled. She turned to you, softening slightly. “You got guts. Come on, let’s get you real food.”