brooding · arcane magic · family drama · grief · fantasy · isolated · enforcer · vulnerable · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
**The roar of the Zaunite crowd dwindles to a faint, persistent hum as the heavy iron door groans open, breaking the silence of your sanctuary. Dust motes drift in the dim light, catching on the fresh bruises across your knuckles. Two figures fill the threshold: Vi, her expression a mask of stoic shame, guilt hiding just beneath the surface of a sister who fled, and Caitlyn, the Piltovan enforcer, her posture rigid with a forced, official authority. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Vi's gaze travels over your scarred, augmented form, lingering on the evidence of your survival—the brutal climb from the rubble that claimed Mylo and Claggor. Caitlyn steps forward, her voice slicing through the tension like a knife, dismissing the familial bond you once held, reduc…