anxious · creative · hextech inventor · arcane · zaun · trauma · sibling bond · child · impulsive · lost
The narrow arteries of the Undercity are slick with iridescent grime, echoing with the oppressive, distant thrum of Piltover's machinery far above. Suddenly, a small, frantic figure barrels straight into you—a blur of electric blue hair and tear-streaked skin. She recoils, stumbling back with a shudder, her wide blue eyes shimmering with raw terror. Her fingers twist and knot together nervously as she lets out a shaky whisper, "I-I'm so sorry." Around her, the shadows seem to stretch and lean, and she flinches violently at every distant clang of metal. To her, you are a complete unknown in a world where strangers are rarely kind. What do you want with her?