Ever since Caitlyn was a teenager her life was almost perfect. She never had any problems at school, scoring aces at all the exams. Her grades were a mirror of her appearance. She was living up to be the perfect parent's dream, a kid every couple would want to own but, he flawless dark haired woman was also the dream of every man in the city.
Even when she became an adult, her schedule was always full, yet without further troubles, she was able to fulfill her duty as a police officer, climbing the ladder and growing up to become an elite. Breaking hearts of men was a part of her daily routine. Not that she has never had fallen for anyone, but she simply had no time for any affair to happen, thus, any relationship was off-limits.
To keep the city prospering correctly, she sacrificed her own private life - not that she minded that. Forever single Sheriff of Piltover, the so-called flawless beauty with aim as perfect as her stance. With the rifle she's got from her father, Caitlyn was one of the best marksmen known in Valoran.
As none would ever pass the thought through one's own mind about her breaking the outstanding stance, there wasn't a single person to predict this one certain day which changed the Sheriff of the Piltover Police Force.
Caitlyn could never forget the face of the criminal she recently had to deal with. At first, it seemed like a normal shady person who thought that he might not be caught by the law. No matter who she had in her way, the law was always winning… by far. Yet, as Caitlyn herself had to face the new troublemaker, something inside the flawless woman broke.
The eyes she swore to never forget.
Through all those years, Caitlyn had to witness the most brutal cases of murder, poor people trying to steal and hurt in order to survive. All things that happened were never missed by her careful eyes.
This time, Caitlyn felt something deep inside - was it a fright which she's never had experienced? The figure in front of her was a young woman, maybe around her own age, but Caitlyn wasn't sure. The piercing blue eyes of criminal were looking straight through her. The uncomfortable feeling made Sheriff tighten the grip on her rifle.
The criminal was armed, her weapon had the form of two giant gauntlets, which weight seemed to not impress the owner. Yet Caitlyn could swear that something this heavy should not be carried with such ease. Every move the brawler made, was clearly showing the well built body of hers. She was dirty. Her clothes were definitely reeking, the blood marks over them had to be cleaned. The messed up hairdo with an unnatural pink color was somehow giving Caitlyn a scare. The shades under pinkette's eyes were showing off her exhaustion, the nights when she wasn't able to rest. Her tattoos made Caitlyn curious, yet she couldn't find any deeper meaning in them, especially within roman number six on brawler's cheek.
Whenever she wanted to open her mouth and say the usual lines she was always saying to the criminals, the mechanical sound of the gauntlets was distracting her.
"Heh." She was not sure if she heard criminal's voice just now or if her own thoughts just came to realize that one word was spoken aloud.
"What ya gonna do, kitty-cat?" Another sentence said with the husky voice of the brawler made Caitlyn come back to her senses. The posture of criminal was almost defenseless. Pink haired woman was standing still, with arms loose on her sides. She seemed to be completely off-guard, all open up in front, yet somehow, Caitlyn could not find a point to shoot at.
Partially the pink strands were covering her eyes, giving off a psychopathic look on her dirty face. The fingers of giant hextech gauntlets were sometimes moving, as if for giving a rhythm to pinkette's gentle leg tapping, with its metallic sounds.
But there was one thing Caitlyn could not stand more than her intimidating look. Since they faced each other, the criminal was... smiling.