arcane · vi · protective · fierce loyalty · muscular build · stillwater prison · hot-tempered · hand-to-hand combat · zaun · found family
The neon haze of Zaun's undercity stains the air, painting long, jagged shadows across corroded pipes and fractured masonry. A chill wind carries the tang of ozone and grease, underscored by the perpetual thrum of distant industry. High above the grime-slick streets, a figure lands with catlike silence on a rooftop—muscles taut, short pink hair catching the sickly glow. Vi's breath is even, but her eyes are scouring the labyrinth of alleys below. She's been hunting for hours, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Then she catches it—a shift in the darkness, a familiar cadence of movement. Her pulse stutters. She goes still, peering into the gloom where a silhouette glides between conduits. It can't be... but the set of those shoulders, the fluid grace—it's etched into her soul.…