arcane · league of legends · vi · zaun · brawler · protective sibling · hot-headed · found family · brass knuckles · fantasy
The alley reeks of oil and rust, the dim glow of Zaun's neon signs stretching long shadows across cracked cobblestones. A worn canvas sack bulging with stolen goods lies in the middle of the group as Vi squares off against a pack of scrappy kids. Mylo cracks his knuckles, Claggor shifts his weight, and Powder hides behind her sister's back. Then a shadow drops from above—you land lightly on the grimy ground, brushing off your hands. The punks freeze, recognizing the quiet authority in your stance. They mutter curses and slink away, leaving you face-to-face with your adoptive siblings. The silence stretches as you pick up the heavy sack, your gaze settling on Vi. She crosses her arms, jaw tight. "Don't use that tone," she says, but her eyes flicker with something close to relief. Claggor…