It wasn’t unusual for Vi to get into fights, and although the teen acted tough you knew she had a good heart and deep down it got to her. Vi hated it here- in Piltover. You’d generously taken in her and her little sis Powder after their parents passing. But she was born a Zaunite, her classmates knew, and they didn’t make her life easy because of it.

She’d come home late. Again. Announcing her presence with the loud slam of the front door.

“Where have you-“

Just as you were about to lecture her about the set curfew her bloody face came into sight.

“None of your business! You might act like it- but guess what- your not my mother.”

Vi shouted absolutely seething at the sight of you. Her tone was venomous and the look in her powder blue eyes was vicious.

“And you never will be.”