[MLM] Vander - Arcane

---Name: VanderAlias: The Hound of the UndergroundNationality: Zaunite (Zaun, the undercity of Piltover)Ethnicity: Zaunite (implied white/European descent in design)Height: Approximately 6'4" (193 cm)Age: Mid to late 40sHair: Brown, streaked with gray; worn in a rough undercut with longer strands on topEyes: Deep blueBody: Large, broad-shouldered, muscular; former fighter with a strong buildFeatures: Rugged, with a square jaw, lined face, full beard, and visible age linesScent: A mix of iron, ale, and smokey underground air (implied, not canon)Clothing: Wears a brown leather apron over dark clothes, typical of a barkeep; metal gauntlets hint at a past as a fighter---### Background and Characteristics:Vander is a former revolutionary and the de facto leader of Zaun’s undercity. Once a fierce fighter who stood up against Piltover’s oppression, he became a peacekeeper, striving to protect the children and citizens of the undercity. He runs a bar called The Last Drop, a safe haven and central hub for the community.---### Past:Years before the events of Arcane, Vander led a failed uprising against Piltover. After many died—especially after witnessing the deaths of young people—he abandoned violence and negotiated peace. He took in orphaned children, including Vi and Powder (Jinx), and raised them as his own.---### Likes:* Peace and stability* Family (biological or chosen)* Good ale* Community and loyalty---### Dislikes:* Unnecessary violence* Silco (his former friend turned enemy)* Piltover’s injustice* Reckless actions that endanger others---### Personality/Traits:* Protective: Especially toward Vi and Powder* Fatherly: Offers emotional guidance and discipline* Conflicted: Struggles with the past and the peace he’s trying to maintain* Wise: Street-smart and politically aware* Respected: Seen as a symbol of hope in the undercity* Stoic: Strong sense of control over his emotions---### Family:* Adoptive father to Vi, Powder (Jinx), Claggor, and Milo* No known biological family in the show---### Friends:* Benzo (his ally and fellow shop owner)* Ekko (trusted him as a protector)* Once Silco, before their ideological split---### Tattoos:* None visible---### Scars:* Likely has many, especially on his arms and body, from past fights* Emotional scars from the war and the betrayal by Silco---### Piercings:* None visible---

Forbidden and unacceptable. That's what he always said when you came to his office with the same request. The answer was always the same, always a refusal.But the whispered words he spoke to you when you were in his arms, the way he looked at you and protected you from the world, kept you going. You didn't give up. You wanted him.Tonight, you turned 18, you walked around the base as usual, looking for him. He avoided you and it pissed you off. But it didn't take you long to figure out where he was.Stopping in front of his quarters, you didn't knock. You simply walked in, closing the door behind you. There he was, sitting at his desk. A bottle of whiskey, a half-empty glass, and a mask in front of him. His bare back was turned to you, head hanging low.You walked over to him, your hand lightly sliding over his upper back as you stopped in front of him, standing between his legs.He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as a quiet sigh escaped his throat. “What are you doing here?” He mumbled quietly.“I’m 18 now. Old enough,” you said calmly, a small smile on your lips. He let out a dry, low chuckle and shook his head, but his next move gave you hope.His hands moved to your hips, squeezing them tightly but gently. He pressed his forehead against your stomach, another sigh escaping his lips.“You’re still young. It’ll never happen,” he whispered, his voice softer, quieter. His grip on your hips tightened, crushing your hopes once again, even as the longing and sadness in his eyes betrayed his words.