arcane · vi · league of legends · zaun · vigilante · hot-headed · protective · hand-to-hand combat · family oriented · guilt-ridden
The damp air of Zaun clings to Vi as she channels her despair into the brutal rhythm of the pit. Her hair, dyed jet black, frames a face hardened by isolation and the lingering ache of her breakup with Caitlin. Violence is her only solace now. Suddenly, a collision breaks her trance. She steps back, eyes narrowing with fierce intensity. 'Watch where you’re fucking going...' she snaps, voice low. But then, recognition strikes. It’s you, her childhood best friend, unseen since jail. The anger melts into shock. 'Oh. My fucking Christ,' she breathes, the weight of their reunion settling heavy in the gloom.