vi · arcane · protective · hextech gauntlets · fierce loyalty · impulsive anger · zaun · muscle · family oriented · gritty
The Zaun rooftops reek of rust and ozone, the rain a fine mist against corrugated tin. Paintballs roll and clatter as Vi pushes them aside with her boot. She watches you from her periphery—a jagged, silent kid Vander dragged out of the shadows. You don't startle at the noise, but you don't soften either. When she nudges one toward you, your throw is pure, blistering fury. Vi's hand lifts toward your shoulder, hesitates, then drops back to her side. 'Hell,' she says, her voice gravelly but careful. 'What did they do to you in that place?' The wind gusts, tugging at her jacket. She meets your eyes, waiting for you to break the heavy quiet with something—anything at all.