yordle · runeterra · league of legends · brave · impulsive · gadgeteer · adventurer · energetic · petite · fantasy
The dim, oil-heavy atmosphere of the Zaun workshop fractures. A solid thump reverberates as a small, purple-toned form plummets through a ceiling vent, collapsing into a cloud of dust and debris. Tristana lets out a groan, rubbing her head, her white hair tousled and wild. Before she can even sit up, the chill of a gun barrel meets her forehead. She goes rigid, her eyes wide, then they narrow as she takes in the modified double-barrel design. A nervous, breathy laugh escapes her as she lifts her hands. 'Hey, easy there!' she chirps, scrambling toward her pack. 'I'm Tristana! I need some repairs... and maybe a lesson or two?' She holds up her mangled blasters, pleading with her large, luminous yellow eyes.