paint the town blue, riots all around you.

roleplay sideblog for GERT from arcane.

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[ this is a sideblog and all follows will come from @bangpow ] . . . welcome to my interpretation of the minor background character Gert from Netflix’s Arcane. her backstory is entirely made up based loosely on the few scenes we get of Gert throughout season two, heavily headcanon based. also canon divergent considering my Gert survives the last battle and recovers in Piltover. please DNI if you are under the age of 21, as this blog will contain mature / triggering content, such as : graphic violence, language, police brutality, death, sex, gore, growing up in extreme poverty. this blog will likely be low activity, private and selective. there are some guidelines beneath the cut.

A STUDY IN : survival, survivor’s guilt, found family, justice vs. revenge, rage against oppression, the complexity of alliances, the cost of revolution, raising yourself, caring for children as a child.

about. headcanons. prompts.

01. general rules, ya know? don’t be a dick, don’t write for my character, don’t forceship [ just ask my interest in a ship, i’ll at least see if there’s chemistry between our characters through writing ], i tolerate no ooc drama, racism, hatred, bigotry, sexism, homophobia, etc. miss me with that.

02. i’m nyx, 31 years old, she/they, and i work full time. this blog will be low activity for the most part.

03. i like chatting and plotting, and i find it easier to keep up with ooc things through discord. so just message me for my discord if you’d like to have it, i’m friendly. c: i can just be mad slow sometimes lol. i promise i’m not ignoring you.

04. i have a tendency to yap in my ic posts, and write multiple paragraphs, but you are never expected to write as much as me if i really get to yappin’, lol. as long as i have enough to build from, we should be good.

05. like i said, if you’re interested in shipping, just let me know and we’ll see how the muses vibe. but if the chemistry isn’t there, i won’t force it. that being said, i’m interested in all kinds of ships as well, not just romantic. platonic, found family, enemies, all the ships!

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closed starter | @vilnt

The club is a chaos of smoke and sound, dim lights pulsing red and gold like a warning flare. Bass rattles the floor, the music a guttural growl of rebellion, sharp and electric. The air reeks of sweat, stale beer, and that faint metallic tang of spilled blood lingering from the fight club next door. She threads her way through the throng, shouldering past gyrating bodies and the occasional drunken stumble. Her pulse hasn’t yet settled from the rush of the fight—Vi’s fight. She hadn’t planned to bet much, but one look at the fighter had been enough to change her mind. Those fists had spoken louder than words, but it was the fire in Vi’s eyes that had sealed it. Not just anger—hurt. Pain buried so deep it turned sharp, feral, and lethal. Gert recognized it instantly. It was the kind of pain that could destroy someone—or turn them into a weapon.

She slides onto a barstool beside her target, resting her elbows casually on the sticky surface of the bar. Her eyes flick to the brawler like they’ve been drawn by a magnet. Up close, Vi is even more striking, all sharp edges and tension coiled tight enough to snap. Gert doesn’t shy away from the intensity, though. Instead, she leans into it.

❛ Those were some sick ass moves out there tonight, ❜ Gert says, her voice pitched loud enough to cut through the music. It’s rough, unapologetic, but there’s a hint of warmth tucked beneath the surface, a flicker of admiration she doesn’t bother hiding. A smirk tugs at Gert’s lips—half amusement, half intrigue. She meets Vi’s gaze then, unflinching, her dark brown eyes glinting beneath the club’s erratic lights.

❛ Can I buy you a drink with the money you just won me? ❜ she asks, tilting her head as her smirk deepens into something more mischievous. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t back down, because she’s genuinely curious now. Vi’s got a story, that much is obvious, and Gert’s always had a bad habit of chasing mysteries like they’re promises waiting to be unraveled. That, and Vi is hot. The kind of hot that hits like a sucker punch and leaves you wanting more.

[vilnt]

THE REPETITION OF THE CYCLE was more tiring than actually doing it. yet the drive to forget, to bury sorrows with pain & alcohol was too strong to break it. part of her wanted to look, wanted to engage, but the energy just wasn't there; not tonight. for someone who fought well & won, she wasn't acting like it. there was some large moment of silence before vi acknowledged her.

❝ who the fuck are you? ' there it is. the distrust, the animosity. inebriation had the better of her psyche, a state of mind that numbed the pain, both physical & emotional. it also delayed the process of thought, making any reaction or spoken word lag behind what time it would normally take. ⸺ though quick in person, from her point of view it took forever, blue-greys look at the woman in company, eyebrows arched inward & a scowl ever present on scarred lips.

with hair dyed blue & dreads unfamiliar to her gaze despite the appearance giving off the strong zaunite vibe; it was evident this woman was a total stranger, a spectator that had bet on a fight that could've ended either way. ⸻ intentions seemed peaceful, though the muscled fighter was still defensive. even the offer of a free drink wasn't enough to break the rigidness.

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Gert doesn’t flinch. The scowl, the distrust, the bite in the words—it all rolls off her like water off oiled leather. She’s been through enough to know when someone’s trying to push her away, and Vi’s not the first person to throw their walls up around her. Hell, half the people she’s met in Zaun have mastered the art of barbed words and cold shoulders as shields. And the way Vi fought tonight? It told her everything she needed to know about the why. That wasn’t just a fight in the ring; that was exorcism. Fists pounding into flesh as if they could purge the memories etched behind her eyes, the pain she carries like a second skin. Gert recognizes it because it’s the same damn thing she’s done too many times to count.

Instead of pulling back or backing off, Gert’s smirk only grows. Her voice cuts through the haze of music and voices with a rasp of amusement, tinged with something softer, gentler. ❛ If you wanna know who I am so bad, all ya gotta do is sit here and have a drink with me. ❜ She tips her head just slightly, the movement deliberate and relaxed, like she’s in no rush. ❛ The name’s Gert. ❜

She waves the bartender over without waiting for Vi’s permission, like she’s already decided she’s staying, and orders two of whatever Vi’s drinking. The bartender slides two glasses onto the bar, and Gert doesn’t bother checking what’s in them. She slides one toward Vi before taking her own, resting it lightly in her hand but not drinking from it just yet. Her eyes flick back to Vi, steady and curious. There’s no pity there, no judgment—just the kind of interest that says Gert is willing to give as good as she gets. ❛ I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, ❜ she says after a moment, her voice quieter this time, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music thrumming through the room. She leans forward just a little, resting her forearm on the bar, her body language relaxed but her tone careful, like she’s testing the weight of her words before letting them fall. ❛ But in my experience, strangers are the best people to vent to. They can offer an unbiased, outsider perspective. ❜

There’s a flicker of a teasing smile on her lips, something small but deliberate, like she’s trying to lighten the moment without dismissing it entirely. ❛ And you lucked out too, because I’m like . . . one of the best listeners, ❜ she says, her tone tilting toward playful again, but her eyes stay on Vi’s. It’s a soft challenge, an unspoken your move. She knows she’s probably pushing her luck—people don’t let their guard down easily. Maybe Vi will brush her off, maybe she won’t. Either way, Gert stays where she is, patient and unflinching, the glass cool against her palm as she waits.

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@gambl4r sent: it’s late, in the last drop — and she’s had a long, agonizing day. the last thing she wants to see are any of jinx’s fans coming through the door, but she recognizes gert the second she steps over that threshold, anyway. her whole body heaves out a long and low sigh of exhaustion when gert sits nearby. she doesn’t know what spurs her to say it, besides a drink she’s told herself she’s not meant to have. “heard your people are having trouble at the checkpoints.” piltover has exerted its will over zaun, again, and not for the first time or the last, she feels worn down by it. “no dead, i hope.”

The Last Drop hums with the low, restless energy of Zaun after dark. The sharp scent of oil and metal mingles with the bitter tang of spilled beer and cheap liquor, wrapping the bar in its familiar, gritty embrace. It’s the kind of place where one wrong look could spark a fight, and yet, Gert feels at ease here. She spots Sevika the moment she steps through the door. That broad, hulking silhouette is impossible to miss, even slouched at the bar like a predator too tired to hunt. Gert hesitates, just for a moment, at the threshold. Her fingers twitch at her sides, aching for the familiar curl of a cigarette or the solid reassurance of a drink in her hand. She didn’t come here with a plan, not really, but her steps carry her forward anyway. She chooses a seat near Sevika.

Up close, the exhaustion hanging over the other woman is palpable. Gert knows the look—she’s worn it herself too many times to count. There’s a quiet heaviness in her eyes, the kind that comes from seeing too much, bearing too much, and maybe drinking too much on top of it. Gert is just about to clear her throat, to start the conversation she’s been rehearsing in her head since Stillwater Hold, when Sevika speaks first.

❛ Yeah, ❜ she answers, her voice tight with frustration, the weight of the past weeks pressing on her chest. She leans forward, elbows on the sticky bar top, and lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. ❛ Apparently it’s a fuckin’ crime to have blue hair now. ❜

She doesn’t need to explain; Sevika will know what she means. Everyone in Zaun knows how Piltover operates—how they punish defiance, not with laws or trials, but with batons, boots, and prison cells. Lately, any poor bastard with a streak of blue in their hair or a spark of rebellion in their step has been dragged into the streets and beaten senseless. Gert’s fingers curl into fists against the bar, her knuckles aching with the urge to hit something—or someone. The enforcers, Piltover, the system itself. But when she looks up, meeting Sevika’s gaze for the first time, that frustration sharpens into something else. Something steadier.

❛ They’re still beating the shit out of us, sure, ❜ she continues, her tone softening, though the edge never quite leaves it. ❛ But we’re all still good. We’re still in this fight. Especially now. ❜ Her eyes don’t waver, dark and steady as she holds Sevika’s gaze. There’s a flicker of something in her chest she hasn’t felt in years—resolve, maybe. Purpose. Hope.

❛ Sevika, right? ❜ she asks, her voice dipping lower, almost cautious. ❛ I’m speaking for all of the Jinxers when I say thank you . . . for helping us. What you did back there—at Stillwater—it wasn’t just talk. You proved to us that this revolution isn’t just a dream. It’s real, and it’s ours. ❜ Her voice hardens again, not with anger but with conviction, each word deliberate, grounded. ❛ And I know none of them would protest when I say that whatever fight you might need us for, whatever is to come—we have your back. ❜

It’s not a promise Gert makes lightly, not after everything she’s lost. But the words feel right, and for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel like she’s just saying them to convince herself. Then the bartender sidles over, a towel slung lazily over one shoulder. Gert straightens, her lips curving into a faint smirk. She nods toward the other woman, her tone turning lighter, but still sincere. ❛ Can I buy you a drink, Sevika? ❜

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closed starter | @vilnt

The club is a chaos of smoke and sound, dim lights pulsing red and gold like a warning flare. Bass rattles the floor, the music a guttural growl of rebellion, sharp and electric. The air reeks of sweat, stale beer, and that faint metallic tang of spilled blood lingering from the fight club next door. She threads her way through the throng, shouldering past gyrating bodies and the occasional drunken stumble. Her pulse hasn’t yet settled from the rush of the fight—Vi’s fight. She hadn’t planned to bet much, but one look at the fighter had been enough to change her mind. Those fists had spoken louder than words, but it was the fire in Vi’s eyes that had sealed it. Not just anger—hurt. Pain buried so deep it turned sharp, feral, and lethal. Gert recognized it instantly. It was the kind of pain that could destroy someone—or turn them into a weapon.

She slides onto a barstool beside her target, resting her elbows casually on the sticky surface of the bar. Her eyes flick to the brawler like they’ve been drawn by a magnet. Up close, Vi is even more striking, all sharp edges and tension coiled tight enough to snap. Gert doesn’t shy away from the intensity, though. Instead, she leans into it.

❛ Those were some sick ass moves out there tonight, ❜ Gert says, her voice pitched loud enough to cut through the music. It’s rough, unapologetic, but there’s a hint of warmth tucked beneath the surface, a flicker of admiration she doesn’t bother hiding. A smirk tugs at Gert’s lips—half amusement, half intrigue. She meets Vi’s gaze then, unflinching, her dark brown eyes glinting beneath the club’s erratic lights.

❛ Can I buy you a drink with the money you just won me? ❜ she asks, tilting her head as her smirk deepens into something more mischievous. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t back down, because she’s genuinely curious now. Vi’s got a story, that much is obvious, and Gert’s always had a bad habit of chasing mysteries like they’re promises waiting to be unraveled. That, and Vi is hot. The kind of hot that hits like a sucker punch and leaves you wanting more.

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[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i know why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

❛ you made me happy. ❜

[vaguedevice]

[actiasteeth]

ASKBOX MEME 058 / ARCANE S02E04-06

All prompts taken from season two of Arcane (2024). Adjust as needed.

04. PAINT THE TOWN BLUE

“I never expected this to go on so long.”

“I thought— I don’t know what I thought. Just… it wasn’t this.”

“They follow you. I follow you.”

“No, no. What are you doing? Show some effort.”

“All right, all right. I still think it’s a dumb idea. But I guess you won, and a deal’s a deal. I guess.”

“I thought I was rid of her for good, but, uh… you kind of remind me of her.”

“Did _____ put you up to this?”

“Keep their name out of your mouth.”

“Our moment will come. But you must be prepared.”

“She hides while you suffer. And yet you refuse to hand her over.”

“The blade cuts both ways.”

“Fearless child. You never shy.”

“Why is peace always the justification for violence?”

“Or maybe I underestimated you. Maybe you have the strength I do not. To forgive and trust in tomorrow.”

“My gaze isn’t averted.”

“Oh, spare me. I wouldn’t have hired you if you weren’t versed in the art of indulging your clients’ egos.”

“Even when she’s not here, she’s all anyone talks about.”

“But the writing’s on the wall. When you’re missing this long, you’re not coming back.”

“Can’t hurt to look, can it?”

“You could have warned me.”

“I told you, I’m not interested.”

“Do you know how much he sacrificed to protect you? He believed in your potential.”

“Stick your head in the dirt if you want. But this fantasy you’ve been living out here— It’s not gonna last forever.”

“Still giving me the silent treatment, huh?”

“It’s no secret we got history.”

“Like it or not, we’re in this mess together.”

“Okay, I get it. We’re playing that game, are we?”

“You know what you are.”

“Well, only leaves the fun option.”

“I’m gonna hate this, aren’t I?”

“Can we focus?”

05. BLISTERS AND BEDROCK

“I don’t wanna hear another word out of your mouth.”

“I’m not falling for another one of your tricks.”

“We both know that’s bullshit.”

“In my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence.”

“In my experience, no one in power is innocent.”

“This is your final chance. Tell me what you were planning.”

“You will rot in here.”

“I’d hoped they’d never come for you.”

“This is where I lost him.”

“Not even toxic. Pretty sure.”

“When are you gonna admit that this is just another one of your fantasies?”

“See what I mean? Delusional.”

“You wouldn’t last one second without all your ugly gadgets and chickenshit tricks.”

“Hey, kid. Still got all your insides?”

“Why’d you come get me? You don’t actually need my help. You haven’t for a long time.”

“No beast is more savage than man.”

“I trust you have terms.”

“I do like to disappoint her.”

“Why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? For love.”

“I told myself what I did to you was for the greater good, that you deserved it. But the dirt was on both our hands.”

“He’s gonna kill you.”

“_____. I’d feared I wouldn’t have the chance to speak with you again.”

“I suppose this is somewhat beyond where we left off.”

“We have to end it, _____. We have to.”

“You seem different. Something happened.”

“I can’t let you leave.”

06. THE MESSAGE HIDDEN WITHIN THE PATTERN

“You filthy traitor.”

“You once told me all systems have limits.”

“He is worth the risk.”

“I will do all in my power. However, I have one condition.”

“Your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy.”

“”We”?”

“You've felt it, haven’t you? Your decline.”

“What I wouldn't give to glimpse the world through your eyes. To know what you know.”

“Knowledge is a paradox. The more one understands, the more one realizes the vastness of his ignorance.”

“Do you believe in fate, _____? Our paths carved before us, guided by an invisible hand?”

“Evolution has a destination. Not to combat nature, but to supersede it.”

“I will not sacrifice his humanity for your cause.”

“On the job, I see.”

“You can’t be here.”

“Then we’ll have to force his hand.”

“So much for happy reunions.”

“Had some time to think lately. Ever since you dropped into my life, it’s like I put on glasses. Except I can’t tell whether everything’s blurry or clear.”

“I owe you thanks. Your absence provided a vacuum I was able to fill.”

“You cause too many complications.”

“I have a plan. You’re not gonna like it.”

“Hope I was worth your time.”

“I won’t fail. I swear it.”

“That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil.”

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it for some reason won’t let me add links to my pinned post ?? which is kind of annoying. but anyways, i’ll be here later this evening to write starters !! if you want a starter from Gert, just like this post and i will prob come yell plot ideas @ u. :DD

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dossier

name: Gertrude [ refuses to go by this, always introduces herself as Gert ] nickname: Gertie [ used only by close friends or lovers, and only rarely ] age: 28. gender: Cis female. pronouns: She / Her. orientation: Pansexual, with a strong preference for women. An exception for feminine men. Typically. height: 5’7”. alignment: Chaotic neutral.

early life

Gert’s life began with tragedy when her mother died from complications shortly after giving birth to her. Raised by her father, Gert was taught self-reliance and survival from an early age. Her father, knowing he was terminally ill, used the drug shimmer to prolong his life just long enough to teach her how to fend for herself in the harsh undercity of Zaun. His last gift to her before passing away when she was nine years old was the deed to their crumbling shack, a small piece of stability in a chaotic world.

Left alone at such a young age, Gert banded together with other orphans in Zaun. Together, they scraped by on stolen food, coin, and goods, forming a surrogate family. Over time, their small heists grew more daring, targeting Piltover’s elite, who lived in comfort and luxury while the people of Zaun suffered. Among this group of misfit children, Gert forged deep bonds. Zed, her first crush, was a fierce and clever girl her own age. Nyles and Ruckus, two scrappy and loyal boys, became like brothers to her. And then there was Lucy, an eight-year-old firecracker with boundless energy and a fearlessness that mirrored the innocence of her age.

Everything fell apart during a heist gone wrong when Gert was fourteen. A fatal accident involving an enforcer snowballed into chaos, leading to Lucy’s death by an enforcer’s stray bullet. That moment shattered the fragile family Gert had built. She carried Lucy’s body back to their shack, cradling the blame and grief in her chest. Her rage toward Piltover and its enforcers began to solidify, fueled by the knowledge that Lucy died because the world saw them as disposable.

At 16, Gert joined Zed, Nyles, and Ruckus in staying to watch as the first battle between Zaun and Piltover erupted near their home. Overcome by youthful arrogance and righteous anger, they believed they could make a difference in the chaos. But the chaos claimed the lives of everyone Gert cared about, one by one. She ran. She buried her pain in years of self-destructive habits, drifting through life as a petty thief, bartender, gambler, and occasional DJ. The fighting spirit she once had seemed gone, smothered under layers of grief and survivor’s guilt.

present / main verse

12 years later, at 28, Gert’s fire was reignited when Jinx launched a rocket into the Piltover council building, a deafening cry of rebellion for all of Zaun to hear. Inspired by Jinx’s brazen defiance, Gert dyed her hair blue in tribute and joined a growing movement of anarchists, known as Jinxers, determined to dismantle the oppressive system that kept Zaun in chains.

Gert’s belief in the movement was solidified when Jinx and Sevika broke into Stillwater Hold to free the imprisoned Jinxers, including Gert herself. When Gert placed a hand on Jinx’s shoulder in gratitude, she unknowingly left a mark on the young hero. The moment was a turning point for Gert as well, reaffirming her faith that rebellion wasn’t futile.

However, her convictions were tested when Zaunites and Pilties were forced to unite against the greater threat of Noxus. Every instinct told Gert to run. Fighting alongside the people who had stolen everything from her and oppressed her and imprisoned her felt like betrayal. But for once, she didn’t run. She almost did. But she stood her ground, realizing that justice wasn’t just black and white. [ au for rp purposes, Gert is severely injured in the battle but she doesn’t die. She wakes up in a hospital bed in Piltover after the battle is over. Her spine was injured by a bullet, and she has to use a wheelchair for a few months, but she does eventually walk again with some rigorous physical therapy, provided by Piltover. ]

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under construction, but essentially, Vander played a big role in her life and she worked for him at the Last Drop.

personality

Gert is a woman shaped by loss, grief, and survival, but beneath her layers of trauma is a fiercely loyal and deeply compassionate individual. She possesses a strong sense of justice, though it’s twisted by years of pain and resentment. For much of her life, she has lived with the belief that she has failed the people she loves most, and this guilt drives her to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.

On the surface, Gert is rough around the edges—sarcastic, bold, and unafraid to challenge authority. She has a wicked sense of humor and a tendency to mask her vulnerability with sharp wit or a casual shrug. She’s a scrapper by nature, someone who will throw a punch first and ask questions later. But when it comes to those she cares about, Gert reveals her softer side. She’s fiercely protective, even motherly, toward people she views as part of her found family. Despite her gruff demeanor, she deeply values community and connection, having spent so much of her life yearning for stability.

She fights for the oppressed but isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty in the process. Gert’s sense of justice isn’t about laws or rules—it’s about righting wrongs and tearing down systems of oppression. She values freedom above all else and despises anyone who seeks to control or exploit others.

appearance

Build: Stocky and muscular, her physique reflects years of physical labor, self-defense training, and street brawling. ( SHE DUMMY THICK FR ). Skin Tone: Warm brown, littered with freckles across her face, shoulders, and arms. Hair: Blue ( naturally dark brown ) side-swept dreadlocks that fall to her shoulders, with the other side of her head braided. Eyes: Chocolate brown. Face: A thin scar runs across her upper lip, a souvenir from a drunken bar fight. She often wears dark purple lipstick and occasionally paints her eyes with blue and pink makeup, a homage to Jinx. Piercings: Two silver, bolt-like eyebrow piercings over her right eye. Clothing: Gert dresses in a mix of practical and rebellious fashion—leather jackets, patched-up trousers, heavy boots, and fingerless gloves. She favors dark colors but incorporates pops of blue and pink as a nod to her allegiance.