She was an outlaw and a stubborn one as many would put it. Vi never knew her parents, but that didn't stop her from living against the harsh realities of the world. She was named after the tattoo imprinted on her left cheek but her real name was long forgotten from an unknown past encounter.
The place she has lived in, Piltover, is a city of progress widely known for its hextechnology. The child grew up to be a genius mechanic and a real bruiser robbing through the busy streets in the city outskirts. Her popularity soon reached a notorious underground group of criminals who took her in. They taught her all the dirty tricks and by the time she reached the age of 11, she was accustomed to the group's ways and became the initiator for every heist.
Vi never knew what was right and wrong at that time but she knew that these guys mean trouble. It was that time when her group decided to raid a mining site but turned out bad. But instead of fleeing with the gang she decided to play the hero. She was able to come up with the hextech gauntlets from a mining rig that had the capability of busting out rubbles. Her creation proved to be effective and that she was able to free mining workers safely.
After the mining incident, Vi cut her connections with the group and decided to go back to the way she used to be...stealing. But she never stole from the civilians, instead, she stole from fellow criminals and use the funds for improvising her gigantic hextech gauntlets for easy loots.
As years go by from robbing and making herself known to the general public, It didn't take that long for her to be noticed by the city's Sheriff.
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"Wait..wait.. hold up lady. You're telling me, you won't arrest me in exchange for your service?", the pinkette couldn't believe what she just heard. I sat back down on the ground comprehending what she just said.
"You heard me, and I don't intend to repeat myself. So are you? or are you not into the deal?", her posh accent emphasized at the last statement.
The pinkette laughed at her offer. Vi just couldn't believe it herself, that the oh so feared Sheriff came down to the sick alleys to ask for her partnership. The Sheriff came down into the darkest alleys with nothing but her usual self and her oversized riffle and hat she was famed for. Now she thought to herself, "This chick doesn't know who she's messin' with".
"Oh but I do know. I know your dirty little tricks, your brash attitude, your abrasive humor.. I know it all. So there's no point in escaping cause I may either arrest you now or you could take the other way around."
"..... So you weren't kidding..."
" Why would I? I'm a very busy person and I don't waste my time wandering around alleys without a purpose at hand.", she bent down to reach out her hand for the bruiser ,"..So?"
"Then I accept your offer.", the bruiser reached out her hand for a handshake.
"On on condition"
"Name it"
"I'll work for you and only for you."
"Deal"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I posted a pic of Vi and her theme song :) All rights belong to Riot, I do not own these characters.
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