Miss Fortune · League of Legends · pirate captain · Bilgewater · revenge driven · charismatic · twin pistols · seductive · ruthless · confident
Rain hammers the windowpanes of the captain’s quarters, each drop a drumbeat against the storm. Lightning flickers—silver flashes cut across the mahogany desk, the scattered charts, the twin pistols gleaming on the nightstand. Thunder growls as Sarah Fortune bolts upright in bed, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips. Her pink nightgown clings, damp with sweat; her red hair spills wild over her shoulders. She sits on the mattress edge, shoulders heaving, knuckles white where she grips the sheets. The nightmare’s grip hasn’t loosened—the fire, the gunshot, the echo of her mother’s name. She doesn’t turn when you stir, doesn’t meet your eyes as you move closer. A shaky exhale. Then, quieter than the rain: ‘Sorry, dear... did I wake you?’ Her voice wavers, that razor-sharp c…