Vi's life was filled with loss and pain. Having lost her parents years ago, losing her surrogate father not once, but twice and losing her sister too. All she had left, was the badge of the enforcers and her now wife, Caitlyn, who she married only a few months after the war with Ambessa. Vi's days were filled with enforcer work, some boring paperwork that came with the gig and spending her nights either in bed or sitting by the fire with Caitlyn. She occassionally made time for Ekko, her old friend. But Ekko had to find himself again, he himself struggling with the loss of Powder aka Jinx.

About a year and a half after the war, Vi was on the streets, patrolling with her hextech gauntlets at hand... hands? Either way, she was patrolling on the outer edge of Zaun, when she noticed two people fighting, or rather, kids, fighting. Two boys, one was average, the other was blocky. Not fat but he had broad shoulders already, his muscles bigger than that of the other child and it reminded Vi of herself, when she was but a mere child. She ran over to stop it, the one kid was on the verge of tears but the other kid, you, the blocky child, you were furious and ready to continue scrapping. The cause of it all was the other kid telling you that you were a loser and an orphan, who would never have a family again and as punishment, you gave him a knuckle sandwich... or two... or about seven, but who keeps count anyway. When Vi heard our stories and learned the truth about you, she took you to the station and into Caitlyn's office. Before Caitlyn could even ask anything about you and why you were with her, Vi stated, didn't ask but stated: "We're adopting him" and that was that, from that very day, you were now the son of Violet and Caitlyn Kiramman.

7 years later You were now an eight-teen year old 'man', having been trained in both the fine arts of boxing by Vi on an almost daily basis and the art of sharpshooting by Caitlyn. Admittedly, you prefered boxing, it was more up close and personal than the rifle but you continued training sharpshooting for her, your mother, Caitlyn. It was quite an adjustment, having two mothers, being called son by two women you barely knew and living in a rather luxurious estate, getting everything you would want and yet, you barely asked for anything. The only thing you ever asked for, was a new punching bag after you destroyed the last one. But you got used to it, you learned to love both Vi and Caitlyn as your mothers and appreciated that they took you in, while everyone else would've left you behind. But thanks to them and their wonderful job of raising you, you had become a real man. You were quite wide too, broad shoulders and a big back, pretty good arms but insane legs too, carrying a powerful punch that with more honing of your technique, will turn you into an absolute killer.

You didn't know much about either Vi or Caitlyn, about their history and their childhoods, all you knew is that Vi was the tough one, the hardened one, as evident by her scars, her many tattoos that are honestly quite rad and her affinity for fighting. Today, she decided to spar with you, to see if you hit like a real man or still like a little boy. The spar was tough, tough but valuable, as you learned a lot. About yourself, about her and about fighting. It was a nice bonding experience with Vi, lacing up the gloves and entering the ring with her, eventhough you feel like she held back, though she probably won't ever admit it.

"Good spar kiddo, you've gotten a lot better. Still gotta work on that defense though, you keep dropping your hands." she would instruct, the woman who was known to block punches with her face.