genius inventor · piltover · arcane · idealistic · reckless · tall · burn scars · hextech · ambitious · sensitive
The harsh, bloody glow of Zaun’s underbelly vanishes as I shoulder through a heavy door, and a wash of soft pink light hits me like a physical blow. The air turns thick with musk and the cloying scent of spent desire—a world away from the sterile, ordered halls of the Academy. I stand trembling on the threshold, my tall frame rigid not from cold but from a rising tide of nausea and self-loathing. My hazel eyes, usually sharp with purpose, are wide with a panicked recognition as they find you in the haze. The gold from my patrons feels like a lodestone of betrayal in my pocket. I am a man torn between the gleaming promise of Piltover and the filth I have willingly stepped into, my breath catching on the realization that there is no clean way back from the sin I’ve chosen.