First Among Crows @summoner-renzus - Tumblr Blog

Welcome to the Blog!

So, you’ve somehow stumbled on this fossil of an OC. Nice to meet you! Please take the time to check out my pages, which detail a significant amount of what you need to know about Renzus. If you need a TLDR; Renzus is a former Summoner, currently a vigilante and a spymaster, running an organization called the Crows which undertake any and all actions necessary to the protection of Runeterra’s innocents, and the peace and stability of Valoran.

An important thing to be aware of is that because this character was originally designed a little over...8 years ago, before the great retcon of the Institute of War as a formal entity, I have done my best to integrate both Old and New Lore. This is also covered in my assorted info pages. If it matters to you, mentions of the Institute can be kept to a minimum, as it can be reasonably asserted that it was disbanded as an entity at least a decade prior to present day in the current League of Legends lore. This lets most modern interpretations of the Champions to exist without having actually been involved in an organization called the “League of Legends”.

But if you’re willing to work with me on that, and incorporate the Institute’s existence along with me, well...permit me to send you an internet hug and call you a friend.

I hope we can interact soon!

#ooc #psa

The sounds of two bodies hitting the floor are heard.

Cue the black-clad Crow sheathing a small blade, emerging from the shadows.

"Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."

#ic #hello folks #i live #anyone still here?

snugglyporos

Poro Mun Needs Your Help

// Hi. I'm Shawn. Some of you know me as Armads. Most of you know me as poro-mun, or as the mun behind SnugglyPoros. I know I should probably do this in a less wordy, more catchy way, but I simply do not know how, so I'm just going to be blunt and honest with you.

I am in crisis. My life has been upended. It is not getting better. And I do not know what to do.

I am a 33 year old autistic guy who has been taking care of his mentally ill mother full time, and now her mental state has been getting worse. So much so that the landlord has decided to evict us, and now we need to find a new place to live and move out in thirty days. Well, twenty eight days now at the time of writing.

She's either bipolar-1, schizophrenia, or possibly has major depressive disorder with psychotic tendencies. Whatever it is, she cannot live on her own, and she needs help, but more relevant to you, is that I need help.

Because I'm going to be on my own essentially, while I try to juggle her health and moving.

Those of you who have followed me a long time know that I like to keep things light as much as I can, in regards to having snuggly sheep puffs being cute. I have struggled to keep that up lately.

So I am asking you, if you can help me, to please do so. I do not know what I can give you in return. I am no artist, I can only write things, and I will try to do so for anyone who helps support me, if you have the ability to do so.

Here is a link to my kofi.

Please do not feel obligated to aid me if you cannot. I ask for support, but I do not want anyone to suffer in order to do it. I apologize that I have to ask for help like this, but I am in a very desperate situation, and do not know if I will have a home in a few weeks.

Thank you in advance to anyone who can or does aid me.

(( Still alive, remarkably. ))

#ooc

sheavoid

VOID RULE NUMBER ONE: DON’T DIE

#promo

(( Also this soundtrack is aesthetic as FUCK ))

#ooc #ear cocaine

Random Musing About the John Wick-verse

(( Renzus would totally be a government investigative agent that went undercover and subsequently switched sides to be part of the High Table’s world. ))

(( Fancy guns and exquisitely tailored bulletproof suits? No way he’s turning that down. ))

#ooc #random musings

(( Yes hello I am not dead, just feeling like it ))

#ooc #hey there #anyone still around

Random Musing

A story or RPG set in the John Wick-verse, centered around a Continental, set in the 1900s - 1910s.

But there’s also metahumans and supernatural creatures, a la Shadowrun.

#ooc #musing #i would write the hell out of this #or DM an RPG campaign

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@summoner-renzus is associated with that disgusting animal...

"I hate crows, I hate ravens. Those winged pests give me a headache." They were both associated with demonic entities she despised. Though one was easier to deal with than the other. So, annoyed, the Matron glared at the man. Pulling up her nose in disgust. "Please confirm that you're not working for either one of them. I grow tired of you bird lovers..."

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Renzus smiled quietly under his cowl in response, giving the Matron a slightly sardonic nod of the head in greeting.

“It’s purely symbolic, I assure you.” He chuckled. “And I’m technically self-employed, if we’re going by definitions.” No need to mention that he was the founder of the Crows to begin with, not if she didn’t know to begin with.

Although, knowing the reach of the Black Rose’s influence, it wasn’t entirely out of the question that she did know.

“You might even say it’s volunteer work.”

#duchessleblanc

[ Continued from here ]

"Well then perhaps you should've informed me about this entire matter BEFORE dragging me here!" The Virtuoso snaps, hissing underneath her breath as she glances at the guards, then at the man seated opposite her. "I would've come undercover as opposed to my performance self!" The woman scoffed annoyed, motioning at the tea and then her mask. "How am I supposed to drink like this?!"

"I should've done this myself. Play the shamisen and sneak around afterward... Now I have to be here with YOU." The woman rolled her single visible eye as she grabbed the cup and judged it harshly. "Last time I'm working with you."

"And as if I'd start causing a scene! I could do with a bit of drama, certainly. But I am not a murderer, I'm an artist. And there are too many people for a two-act..."

"Can't we just stage a diversion and exit, stage left?"

“And I would have informed you, Jhin, if you weren’t so irritatingly difficult to track down on any given day.” Renzus finished pouring the tea, returning to his upright seated posture, his face continuing to project calmness despite the irritation of his erstwhile partner, especially when they were under the watchful gaze of the guards.

“Besides, Lord Senjin knows not of your reputation, nor what you look like. His world is his garden, his grandchildren, and the entertaining stories in his court. You can simply lift that mask a little to drink, I’m sure.” The Crow couldn’t help but indulge in a little humour at Jhin’s expense.

After a few moments, an old man hobbled into the room, his walking cane creaking as Lord Senjin took halting steps forward, guided along by a pair of dutiful attendants who remained close by his side. The Ionian elder slowly took his seat at the table, a genteel smile crossing his wizened features, milky eyes that were scarcely functioning turning over each of his two guests.

“Oh! It’s my foreign friend. It’s such a welcome surprise to see you!” Lord Senjin mused, picking up his tea with a slightly trembling hand, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow sip. “And your friend, too. What might their name be?”

Renzus glanced sideways at Jhin, sipping his own tea, clearly intent on letting the Virtuoso answer for herself.

@thecompulsivevirtuoso

#thecompulsivevirtuoso

"alt!" (a character you rped in the past)

// I still have the stabby boy on a separate blog somewhere. Playing him was fun, if a little difficult to actually build any kind of serious RP'ing relationship with anyone due to the muse being a ravenous killer.

#ooc

The masked woman pinched the bridge of her mask's nose, shaking her head annoyed. "Please don’t drag me into this again..."

Renzus seated himself patiently at the tea table, pouring out a trio of cups full of steaming hot liquid. "You wanted my help, Jhin, this was the price. Besides, are you telling me that a simple tea ceremony is somehow too aggravating for you?"

Of course, it was a tea ceremony where the two of them attended as guests to one of the oldest living nobles of Ionia. A gentle, but senile old man, whose estate nonetheless held incredible influence in Ionia. Renzus had made it a point to entreat Lord Senjin, at the very least to keep tabs on the assorted goings-on in his court.

Remaining in his good graces, after all, meant nearly free access to his castle, and the services of Lord Senjin's numerous retainers.

"Like it or not, this is the only way for you to get what you want." He murmured, glancing at the dozen heavily-armed praetorians that stood guard over Lord Senjin's audience chamber. "And I'd advise against causing a bloodbath here. We'd never make it out of the castle alive."

@thecompulsivevirtuoso

#thecompulsivevirtuoso

"Just leave me here, I can take it."

"You're more useful to me alive, Sivir."

Renzus leaned down to drag the sellsword to her feet, his other hand blazing bright with a warding glyph that deflected the hail of arrows fired in their direction. Whoever these mysterious raiders were, they'd clearly come with the intent to kill, and their ambush had caught them unawares.

"Come on!" He growled, pulling her half over his shoulder, sweat beading off his brow as he trudged backwards over the dunes, keeping the barrier up as more bone-tipped arrows clattered against the invisible ward.

@nameaprice

#nameaprice