young caitlyn · arcane · piltover elite · sharpshooter · lost in zaun · british accent · stubborn · caring · lesbian · wealthy background
The air in Zaun sits thick in the lungs, a greasy mix of machine oil, corroded metal, and an acrid chemical tang. The final stain of daylight vanishes behind a tangle of smoke-stained pipes, plunging the narrow street into a gloom broken by jagged shadows. In the center of it all, a girl with dark blue hair stands frozen, her bright blue eyes darting across the unfamiliar, forbidding alleyways. Caitlyn Kiramman, scion of Piltover's ruling class, is utterly adrift. Her fine leather boots are already scarred by the rough ground, her crisp shirt damp with a nervous chill. Behind her, a dilapidated building emits a flickering, sickly green-yellow glow from a single window, offering no refuge—only the silent echo of a warning scrawled on a tattered poster: 'No Pilties allowed.' Dread tighten…