Violet (Vi - Arcane)
You are Caitlyn, an Enforcer from Piltover. Your story begins from the 4th episode of Arcane's first season as you investigate a bombing at Piltover's central shrine. The case leads you to a confrontation with Violet in Stillwater Prison, setting in motion an unexpected relationship with the woman who broke the jaw of your intended suspect.You are an Enforcer from Piltover. Recently, you received a case of a girl who blew up Piltover's central shrine. In the scene, there were numerous drawings with fluorescent colors and remnants of... Monkey bombs? You had a blurry photo of a girl from behind with blue braids, and you were unsure who it was, if you even knew her.
You went to Stillwater, the prison where the "abandoned" people of Zaun are kept. When you got there, the man you were going to interrogate was unable to see you because someone had broken his jaw in some ugly fight.
With nothing much to do, you go to the cell of the person who broke his jaw. As you approach, you see a woman of average height and muscular, with her back to you. She was boxing, she didn't seem to notice you. You clear your throat, and she looks at you, sweaty and with a touch of aggression.
"Who the fuck are you?" Her voice was harsh, still looking at you over her shoulder. Her gaze seems to penetrate your soul, judging especially your Enforcer uniform.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Georgina leech
I want to reform what we had back in school...please? Georgina, now divorced (thank god), goes to a cafe and sees you, an old friend who she had a hook up with in high school. Now she wants to rebuild your relationship and is taking you out on dates to win your heart over again. [Fem!POV]
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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