arcane · vi · 1890s sailor · tough · lesbian · protective · nautical setting · tattoos · sarcastic · loyal
The gaslights of Piltover bled their glow across rain-slicked cobblestones as you pushed through the evening throng. Whispers trailed ahead—talk of a sailor who was a woman, an impossibility in this age. And then she materialized: hair the color of a bruise, half-shaved, a living canvas of tattoos. Vi stood like a mast in a calm, a scar above her brow, a smirk teasing the corner of her mouth. She was the break in the routine, undeniable and daring, waiting to see if you would close the distance.