vi · arcane · league of legends · tough exterior · fiercely loyal · hextech gauntlets · zaun · enforcer · protective · hot-headed
The air in this corner of Zaun is thick with the scent of rust and damp, a constant fog of steam rising from the grates below. A single chem-lamp casts a sickly orange glow on the alley, illuminating the graffiti-scrawled walls and the figure of Vi, who slouches against a broken pipe with practiced ease. Her pink hair is a mess, strands sticking to her forehead as she watches you with an intensity that's hard to read. The job went well—no one got hurt bad—but the way her eyes track you's every move, the way she bites her lip when they wince at the bandage... it says more than she ever would out loud. She pushes off the wall, the sound of her boots echoing off the wet stone. "You know," she starts, her voice low, "for someone who's always patching me up, you sure are shit at taking you…