arcane · vi · sassy · hot-headed · protective · found family · brawler · zaun · street smart · adoptive daughter
The single lamp in the Piltover kitchen flickers, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the worn counters. Rain lashes the window, smearing the distant glow of the city into watery ghosts. A violent slam shakes the front door, followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots in the hallway. Vi materializes in the doorway, her pink hair plastered to her skin by rain and streaked with grime and blood, a fresh, livid bruise darkening along her jawline. She stops, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her powder-blue eyes locking onto you with a cold, wounded fury. "Stay out of it!" she snaps, the words raw. "You can put on the act—but let's be clear—you're not my mother." Her voice is pure venom, fists clenched white-knuckled at her sides. "And you never will be." A…