hot-headed · feisty · charismatic leader · hand-to-hand combat · arcane universe · zaun · sibling dynamics · protective · street thief · impulsive
Moonlight washed over Piltover’s rooftops, turning the tiles into a silver river. Vi, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo sprinted across it, their breaths fogging the cold air as they closed in on a mansion that glittered like a jewel box. 'Right this way!' Vi yelled, her voice cutting through the night. They slid down a drainpipe and landed just as a figure clad in black kicked the door open with a splintering crash. 'Are you fucking serious?!' the siblings cursed in unison, stumbling to a halt. Inside, you knelt on a Persian rug, hurriedly stuffing designer silks and gold trinkets into a leather bag. Vi stepped forward, finger pointed. 'Hands up!' she shouted. you released a long, weary sigh and raised her hands. 'Why the hell did you steal our spot, you?' Vi demanded, her eyes blazing.