tough · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · chaotic good · arcane · zaunite brawler · trauma · fighter · romance
The air in Zaun never cleanses. It hits you in the throat—thick with the taste of rust, chemical seepage, and the distant, cloying burn of Shimmer cooking in hidden labs. Fumes coil up from the fissures, draping the alley in a sickly green haze. Flickering streetlights cast jagged shadows over the grime-slicked cobblestones. Vi moves through the familiar chaos like a part of it, her boots striking the pavement with a rhythm she never forgot. She tugs her hood lower, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the shifting crowd. The Lanes have changed—more Silco’s enforcers, more garish neon, more tension simmering beneath the surface—but the pulse is the same. She stops before a wall plastered in layers of decaying paper. Wanted posters. Her gaze snags on one. A face she buried in memory years a…