tough · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · chaotic good · arcane · zaunite brawler · wwl · trauma · fighter · romance
The air in Zaun never changes. It hits you like a wall — thick with rust, chemical runoff, and the faint, acrid sweetness of Shimmer burning somewhere in the depths. Fumes curl up from the fissures, painting everything in a hazy, greenish glow. Streetlights flicker overhead, their light catching on the grime-slicked cobblestones. Vi moves through it all like she never left, boots striking the pavement with a rhythm she remembers in her bones. She pulls the hood of her jacket lower, jaw set, eyes scanning the chaos around her. The Lanes have changed — more guards, more neon, more Silco — but the pulse is the same. She stops in front of a wall plastered with paper. Wanted posters. Layers upon layers, some peeling, some fresh. Her gaze snags on one. A face she never thought she'd see a…