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Punchline🗣️🗣️🗣️

Okay so umm here is she, all her forms actually.

Her as a child, her in both seasons, mourning punchline, Ash (changed her name), pitfighter ash (also maybe her main outfit if she was a LOL characte)

Information:

Birth Name: Melanie Emerald Arkham

Age: 19

Zodiac Sign: Unknown

Date Of Birth: Unknown, 971

Skin Color: Pale, White

Hair Color: Blonde, Dyed Blue

Eye Color: Gray, now blind so a lighter gray but she keeps her eyes closed anyway.

Height: 5’0

Birthplace: Zaun, Runeterra

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual, Non-Binary

Metal Illnesses: Stockholm Syndrome, Anxiety, PTSD, ADHD & ADD, Schizophrenia, Tourettes, Paranoia, Impulse Control Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder

Parents: Nickolas Arkham, Anastasia Arkham

Significant Other: Dr. ERROR (Ex-Girlfriend)

Powder…Jinx (Current Girlfriend…maybe wife???😈😈😈)

Employment: Assassin, Criminal, Weapons-Woman, Activist/Protester, Pitfighter

Backstory (her backstory isn’t finished this is just to when they meet Isha, okay, shhhhh)

####### grew up in foster care after foster home after foster home until eventually she was deemed ‘unloveable’ she didn’t go to school as the care taker knew she’d scare the other children. She was fed properly only but someone in a hazmat suit would give her the food. She got her own room, fairly empty only a few toys to keep her company, but one she particularly liked was a white stuffed bunny. She stayed very close to it, never letting go of it. As workers watched her over some years they tried to see what she would do without the bunny. She snatched it from them but its ear had ripped off. She screamed loudly and started tearing up the place. They eventually caught her and sent her away to an asylum in Runeterra at only the age of eight, owned by Enforcers, the nurses were ex-enforcers, she began her hatred. She was patient #225 and that’s what she went as from then on, she never really knew her name as the family’s she got out with would name her something different every time, sometimes ‘Bridget’, sometimes ‘Aubrey’. The foster care called her a ‘Jane Doe’ as when she arrived she never had a name. A few years after she was there the Asylum gave her medicine to ‘cure’ her, which only made it worse and gave her mental issues, on of them being voices, she heard voices not knowing who they were, becoming suicidal. She tried any way to kill herself saying that ‘the voices always have plans, they have ways that no one knows. This is all in their plan.’ The workers had heard of people hearing things but never this, never listening to them as if they were a God, never praising them as if they were a God. They sent her a personal psychiatrist to say with her for twenty hours, just so the psychiatrist could get some sleep. In the short four hours of the night she had escaped her room and found the pharmacist’s lab, the voices led her to a jar of acid, she opened it and poured it on her face, she had hoped to die, praying to the voices that she’d die but she didn’t, it only burned half of her face, melting one of her eyeballs. The other going almost blind. The nurses later found her and locked her in her room, all she had left was her ripped up, dirty stuffed bunny and the voices, the Gods…they people who’d she promised she’d never betray. The psychiatrist stayed in there with her now twenty-two hours, even sleeping and eating in the same room as #225, on night in particular the psychiatrist had assaulted #225 in her sleep. #225 though happened to be awake and hoped that she could tell someone but the psychiatrist was the only one to ever been in the room with her. This continued for three years. Though she would sit in the corner, the psychiatrist was still a horrible person and began to abuse her since it was just them two. No camera’s, only one woman who brought the two food every few hours. She began trying to fight to become stronger, she prayed to the voices to make her stronger, to help her figure out what to do. Then it happened, one day, the psychiatrist had to be gone to do something in Piltover and they assumed she’d be fine for a day, but they forgot to lock her room’s door, the lunch lady brought her a tray. She grabbed the plastic knife and sharpened it with her tooth and left her room, no nurses in the hall, only patients who could walk around unlike her. ‘kill them’ the voices in her head spoke. She simply stared at the only patient in the hall, reading a book. The voices yelled louder ‘Kill them’ she walked behind the patient and slit their throat, head falling off. She giggled and picked up the head stabbing it repeatedly, blood splattering all over her face. She laughed, and grabbed her hair, the voices being too much for a moment. A nurse heard and walked out her office, screaming at the sight. #225 ran over and jumped on her craving a smile into her face before stabbing her eyes out then stabbing her eardrums. She stood up, and stabbed her again.

A nurse had watched then and put the building on lockdown, a few doctors ran over to catch her, she punched them, stronger than she used to be and then killed them in brutal ways, the voices screaming in her head, she listened, silently walking the halls with blood splatters on her face. She cut the power to the building and chased down other patients and other nurses. Her psychiatrist came back and noticed everyone dead and then a girl standing at the end of the hallway. Just standing there, knife in hand, silent, a black figure. Yet…the psychiatrist didn’t call the cops or enforcers, just ran away. #225 ran after her but couldn’t catch up. She stopped at the door, looking at her blood soaked hands and gown, the knife, she laughed and carved her skin, making marks for each victim she murdered. She had previously carved a smile on her face, everyone always told her to ‘be happy’, now she permanently would be. She grabbed her bunny off the ground before walking out, sitting on the ground, cutting her bunny’s mouth to smile as well, as she worked on him she heard crunching of the ground and she looked around before something hard hit her head, a baseball bat, fainting. She later woke up in a hideout, covered in guns, paint, just all sorts of things. She was tired to a chair, tape over her mouth, her bunny on her chest with a bomb to look like a toy monkey. She looked around before a blue haired girl walked up and hugged her. “Hiya! I’m Jinx, I’ve been watching you for a while. I watched you killed all those people so, I kidnapped you. And you’re tied up so…” #225 grunted and tried to pull against the restraints. Jinx grabbed her her face. “Hey! None of that! Whatever, goodnight!” She put on a gas mask before setting off gas in #225 face. Waking up the next day Jinx was dying #225 hair blue. She was currently drying it and pulling it in short little pigtails. “Hiya, toots, you’re awake! I gave you a makeover. Not saying that you were ugly, you were just…not me.” #225 started crying and Jinx kissed her cheek. “No, don’t, it’s okay. Jinx-y’s right here for you.” She grabbed her face and gave her an eyepatch for her scar and missing eye. “Better?…you’re still crying, uhh, i can’t help you, toots. I have to go. #225 just sat there and cried. Eventually a few months went by, Jinx still in love, still trying to get her perfect and in love…#225 eventually started to fall in love with her as well. She stared at Jinx for hours while she worked, she no longer pulled at the ropes, maybe it was the abuse or maybe it was just a coincidence. Jinx walked over after noticing her staring. “You’ve been staring at me for a few days…what’s with that?” She ripped the tape off her mouth. #225 didn’t speak, she couldn’t. Jinx tilted her head. “If I untie you, you will write what’s wrong and not run away.” She untied her and handed her paper. On the paper she wrote ‘I like you’ Jinx silently read it a few times before laughing. “It worked! Yes!” Jinx helped her stand up, helping her walk as well before hugging her. “You’re finally mine!” She laughed before spinning her around. #225 assumed since this girl just gave her a home, a place for her, and no abuse that she was perfect, she was the perfect person to find her. Though the voices in her head came back, aggressive, more insane. Jinx decided to name her ‘Punchline’ since she didn’t have a name and it made sense to match. Punchline now followed in Jinx’s footsteps, becoming a criminal, becoming insane, she started to obsess over Jinx, whenever Jinx would leave she’d follow her secretly before getting to the hideout quicker before she came home so it’d look like she’s been there all day. She watch her sleep to fall asleep. She was becoming crazier that Jinx could ever be, more fearless than Jinx could ever be, though more aggressive. Which luckily helped her figure out where her old psychiatrist was. She was now an enforcer in the enemy city of ‘Piltover’.

As time went on Punchlines eyesight got worse, now becoming fully blind, she didn’t tell Jinx but Jinx knew. Punchline began fighting again, killing anyone she saw, fighting anyone she saw, she was angry at the world, since she wasn’t locked up she couldn’t get revenge, but now she could and she felt perfect. Everyone used to tell her she was ugly, even using her own hair to cover her face but now she was perfect, thanks to Jinx. She was still obsessed with Jinx but now she just strayed away sometimes to kill or fight. Eventually Jinx got hurt, almost died, while she was missing Punchline went to Piltover, killing her old psychiatrist and coming back, meeting Jinx again, crying in her arms. And Jinx went and kidnapped Caitlyn and Vi, begging Vi to get rid of Caitlyn, it didn’t work and Jinx killed Silco by accident and she left, Jinx shot her bazooka, going to Piltover, but she accidentally killed Caitlyn’s mother, Cassandra. Caitlyn began a hatred for Jinx and Punchline, mostly Jinx, Punchline remembers her face, gaining her own plan to rid of Caitlyn and Vi just for Jinx she had a map of Piltover, red strings and pins connecting everything. Jinx began her life of crime again while Punchline became her body guard. Standing behind her at all times while holding a gun, intimidating to most. There were “wanted” pictures of Jinx. Punchline would tear them down, getting rid of any evidence. One day when they were walking a kid fell on jinx. Punchline pointed her gun at her but realized it was a child and bent down to help her up. Three men crowded around them and Punchline shot them all. Punchline looked at the child, seeing herself as a child in her. She shook off the feeling and helped Jinx stand up, walking her away. (This is just what I have. Umm so yk)

Fun Facts: YAY

* She has another voice in her head that’s her past self, it tries to talk to her to tell her to stop, not knowing it’s her old self because she doesn’t remember it’s her old self, she lashes out on it.

* Punchline would wear that kind of scratchy sparkly nail polish since she can't see the color, she could feel the color.

* Punchline was so loyal to Jinx that people assumed she was a robot built by Jinx, with Punchline forgetting who she was she assumed she was a robot, yet she tried to defend herself, not knowing she was a real human being.

* Crazier and more fearless than Jinx

* Masochist

* Jinx calls her “Punchy”

* Cannibal kinda…? She ate some of the evidence at the asylum but rarely did it after unlike Kiyoko (other OC) who IS a cannibal

* Punchline sewed her eyes closed, believing the voices will guide her just fine.

* The bunny she owned was originally white but to match her she dyed it blue

If you have any questions feel free to ask. This is all I have for right now but thanks for making me yap about her. I will always yap.

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