Walking the damaged streets, Zeri saw broken faces. Now she could restrain her gift to protect those in need. To guard them from herself, Zeri scoured the mining disaster’s wreckage and constructed a jacket to contain her electricity and avert the barons’ gaze. She knew they wouldn’t think twice about who they went through to get to her, and she couldn’t risk others getting hurt.
What Zeri did accomplish was sure to catch the attention of the barons. Zeri knew she could’ve saved more if she had better command of herself.
She thrived under pressure, realizing what her powers could do and how much her neighborhood meant to her-even if it meant nothing to the barons.Īfter the dust settled, survivors gathered to thank Zeri. The faster Zeri moved, the more charged she became. She knew the chem-barons had mining facilities nearby that were installed after they'd claimed to have discovered resources better than hextech, but what they did not reveal were the risks of their uncontrolled digging. As her world slowly crumbled, Zeri became a furious blur. She wasted no time zooming past fallen buildings to rescue trapped victims. One night while Zeri strolled through the Entresol markets, the ground rattled from underground excavations that soon swelled into a destructive quake. Still, with every spark came an opportunity. Her determination was there, but her patience could have used some work. She wished she had better control of her volatile powers. During occasional outbursts where her stray currents shattered a street lamp or two (or twelve), Zeri thought she'd even see flashes of something-or someone-but there was no time to dwell. To family and friends, Zeri was a lovable mess. Life in Zaun was beautiful chaos, her grandma would say, and Zeri embodied that all too well. By her teenage years, her neighbors knew she was more likely the cause of power outages than a broken circuit. It charged with her emotions, sometimes grounded, sometimes building to fierce and fiery. Magic wasn’t rare in Zaun, but Zeri’s electric charm was. Each giggle caught a spark-each cry, a shock. Even so, their community was their strength.įrom birth, Zeri had a unique relationship with electricity. They were no strangers to hardship, having lost loved ones to Zaun’s dangers. Raised in a large working-class family, Zeri grew up surrounded by warmth, care, and many strong opinions. Though her eagerness to help can sometimes backfire, Zeri believes one truth to be certain: stand up for your community, and it will stand up with you. Deeply compassionate toward others, Zeri carries the love of her family and her home into every fight.
Her volatile power mirrors her emotions, its sparks reflecting her lightning-fast approach to life. A headstrong, spirited young woman from Zaun’s working-class, Zeri channels her electric magic to charge herself and her custom-crafted gun.
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