[ Hey everyone who is still reading stuff on this blog! I quit playing League about a month and a half ago, and, as such, I lost all interest and hope in Erika Lindquist as a League of Legends character. It’s partially due to the toxic LOL community making me angry and rage all the time, and the other half due to not having ideas for RPs or Erika-related fics. Plus, this blog just kinda died off after I went through a hiatus and dropped a lot of RPs.
This blog will still be around for your prying eyes, if you still wanted to read about Erika and her LOL story, but I won’t be active on this blog, unless I miraculously come up with a new fic or decide to finish the old fics listed on the Timeline. My final updates will include cleaning up the About pages, as well as changing the description to denote the inactivity on this blog.
I have moved all of my active sideblogs to a new Overwatch-related roleplay blog, if anyone would like to join me in the OW fandom.
If you’d like to follow me on my new blog, check out @vexing-and-talonted.
Sideblogs moved:
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Sideblogs still on this account:
@ask-the-exile (a Riven RP blog which never took off)
@promo-train (IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED)
If you’d like to keep in contact with me, but you’re not interested in Overwatch roleplay, hit me up through Tumblr messenger on my new blog or one of my sideblogs, and I can give you some of my other usernames. (ie. Discord, Skype, bnet)
Thank you to everyone who ever interacted with me, and I’m really happy to have made so many friends through this blog. Please don’t hesitate to say hello! I really appreciate all the contact. I hope to see more of you around later! ]
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[ I’ve decided to make a clearer timeline of Erika’s life, mainly because the drabbles/fics I write seem to be abstract and just floating out there in the open. I spent a long time putting this together, so I’d really appreciate any feedback on it! This will be a post that I will edit and reblog whenever it’s updated.
I was born and raised in Noxus, alongside my sister, Riven, and some of my old acquaintances, Talon and Katarina. We’ve all been best friends since we were kids known each other for long as I can remember.
Until now, I thought I knew what love was. Funny thing though, I kinda don’t. I can confidently say that I hate Noxians now.
Why?
They killed my family. My new family, here in Ionia. After running away from home after the supposed death of my sister, I found a quaint village next to a beautiful temple. There I met a wonderful man, named Varus, who lived a peaceful life with his family.
Of course, that was before the Noxians attacked.
Following some harsh events, - most of which I would rather not recall - I found my way to Piltover. I stayed there for a while, barely noticing the world around me.
Now I’m a mere wanderer without anyone to guide me.
Would you like to know my story? Ask me anything. We can talk about it.
[ I've decided to make a clearer timeline of Erika's life, mainly because the drabbles/fics I write seem to be abstract and just floating out there in the open. I spent a long time putting this together, so I’d really appreciate any feedback on it! This will be a post that I will edit and reblog whenever it’s updated.
Check it out under the line break! ]
Update (7/20/16): More continuity fixes.
Here is some general information on ages, relative to Erika:
(I don’t think I’ve seen any champion ages as canon, so I’m just basing this off what “feels” right for Erika’s story and her relationships to them.)
Riven: 8 years older
Kari and Iver: ~30 years older than Erika (Kari had Riven at 22)
Swain: old
Vladimir: ???
Talon: 7 years older
Katarina: 7 1/2 years older
Varus: 14 years older
Theshan: 8 years younger
Shen: 10 years older
Akali: 2 years older
Ezreal: 3 years older
Vi: 4 years older
Caitlyn: many years older 10 years older
[ In addition to the timeline, I’ve put the names and links of drabbles/answers/fics after the description of her life during that age.
There are also titles which have no links attached. That is due to me having a document detailing the idea, but I have not completed the fic-version yet. Those are more for my reference in remembering where certain stories happen.
Note: Each of the stories or headcanons listed are in chronological order. ]
Alternate Universe (Erika never left Noxus; none of these are within the same AU):
Kill Katarina
Kill Rhea (hang on, why does Rayne [ @noxiancookies ] want me to kill her muses?)
Katarika?
Miscellaneous:
Inability to conceive (2)
sleep headcanon
combat headcanon
mixed post: childhood memory (Katarina) / memory of death/loss (Iver) / a friend/best friend memory (Shen, Akali, Kennen)
0-5: Erika Lindquist was born on February 14th, to Iver Lindquist and Kari Chastain, and was poked and prodded at by a curious 8 year-old Riven Lindquist. Kari spent majority of her free time taking care of Erika, and these are the few memories Erika has of her mother.
a fading memory (Kari) [see Misc.]
6: Kari passes away due to complications from injuries in a previous war. Riven moves out of the house to start her training as part of the Noxian Guard, but occasionally returns to update Iver on her progress, as well as give pointers and tips to little Erika. Though all three are heavily affected by Kari’s passing, Erika is the one hit hardest, due to her openly compassionate nature.
7-10: Erika trains with Riven and Iver, in an attempt to ready her for the Noxian Guard. Along with her daily training, supervised by Iver, and academic studies, Erika starts to complete odd jobs (mainly deliveries) for Marcus Du Couteau and has been exposed to his daughter’s cruel ways. Erika constantly brings some of Iver’s custom-made weapons to Marcus and returns home at night with some form of a paycheck… as well as some interesting new techniques and lessons she learns through exposure with the Du Couteau siblings.
a childhood story (Iver, Riven)
a good memory (Iver)
Wear What You Want, Just Not That (Riven, Marcus)
a childhood memory (Katarina) [see Misc.]
Flashback! (Talon) - tw murder/blood/assault
Dance
‘Cause I Feel (Talon, Katarina)
Idiots (Talon)
Idiots, part two (Talon)
an embarrassing moment (Talon)
a vivid memory (Katarina)
terror (Vladimir) - tw assault/language has a darker tone
11: Riven soon leaves to Ionia for the first time, angering - disappointing - Erika. Months later, Riven has returned from her first trip in Ionia, but has substantially changed from the sister who Erika expected to come home. Iver disappears after going on another trip to Ionia, leaving the Lindquist sisters orphaned. Later, while on another odd job with Talon, Erika kills someone - in self-defense.
About the Stars (Riven)
a memory of their sibling (Riven)
Advice (Riven)
Orphans (Riven)
a memory of death/loss (Iver) [see Misc.] - tw death/loss
"Who was the first human killed by Erika?” - tw murder/blood/assault
Stained (Talon)
glimpse of a different muse / Stained, from Talon’s POV
12: During a normal day of training, Erika attempts to prove to Riven that she can use the Ki/Wind Slash techniques that their father taught to both of them. As Riven expected, Erika could not control herself, and Riven pays the price, falling into a coma after being blasted into a large tree. A few months later, partially to cheer her up and partially to get away from Katarina, Talon reluctantly is dragged around the Noxian Summer Festival by Erika.
Judgment Part 2 (Riven) [ctrl+F “Part 2″]
Festival (currently rewriting)
Erika’s Playlist: 1 (Talon)
13: Erika runs away from Noxus by stowing away on a boat headed to Ionia. Initially, she believes it to be the best idea of her life - then soon realized that there is more to the world than she realizes. She isn't ready to be independent, but it seems like she will have to try.
Neophobia
Reality hits hard and hurts terribly.
submerge
14-15: She finds a new family in Ionia, meeting the temple warden Varus, and his wife and son, Anthea and Theshan, who are very different than the Noxians who she was previously acquaintanced with. She meets and befriends other Ionians, like the Kinkou ninjas, whom she visits from time to time. It is difficult to adjust to the new lifestyle which she has been thrust into, but she tries her best to become one of them, and make sure they never find out about her shameful “past life”... but it seems like the past always catches up to her. Soon enough, the Noxians raid the peaceful little village where she’s lived for the past year. Her first instinct is to run. She is the lost survivor of a Noxian raid, which supposedly killed every villager. The Noxian wanderer then walks a different path than her older sister and pseudo-brother, yet they are all searching for the same thing: the truth justice.
She’s a child (Varus)
Beliefs are shaken. (Varus, Theshan)
Quirks/hobbies with Shen
a friend/best friend memory (Shen, Akali, Kenenn) [see Misc.]
Laughter (Varus)
I Will Follow (Shen, Akali, Kennen)
Pendant
the nightmare begins
Lore
Judgment Part 3 (Talon) [ctrl+F “Part 3″]
Flashback! (Varus, Talon)
They have to hide. Quickly.
Nightmares and dread-filled thoughts occupy her mind as she searches for safety - comfort, open arms, a familiar face, anything. It takes her a week to find a safe haven, and this she finds in the Kinkou residence, where Akali and Shen gladly take care of her. Unfortunately, within the next week, Zed begins his attack on the temple, and Shen hurriedly gets Erika out of there, leaving her alone once again. She soon meets a Prodigal Explorer, mapping out parts of Ionia he hasn't explored yet. Though hesitant to trust her at first, Ezreal tells her about his own nation, Piltover, so she knows that she has a friend in a strange land when she travels there.
The story of Erika’s left-sleeve
Revenge (Talon)
Lost (Talon)
What Love Is (Shen, Akali)
In the Face (Ezreal)
16: Erika finds herself on a boat to Piltover, where she meets Vi, the Enforcer of Piltover, and Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover, who take care of her for the time she spends in their city-state. Erika soon believes that she has fallen in love with Vi, yet she knows deep down that it isn’t true; their relationship does not go past friends with benefits, but Erika accepts that. Ezreal and Erika become true bros, with the prior creating a new weapon for Erika, and the latter teaching Ezreal the basics of her skills. It takes a while, but she can finally say that Piltover does feel like a fresh start - a new home.
Summer in Piltover (currently rewriting)
cooking headcanon (Vi)
something paranormal (Vi)
a vivid memory (Vi) [see Misc.]
Je Te Vois (Ezreal, Vi)
This is where her timeline separates a bit, depending on whether you follow the pre-retcon or the post-destruction lore.
Pre-retcon:
17: After learning more informative news of the Noxian-Ionian war, the Lost Survivor decides that there’s more importance in confronting her past than looking forward to her future. Erika, with the help of Vi, finds herself at the Institute of War with a grudge to settle, an assassin to confront and a sister to reunite with. She becomes a champion at the League of Legends, as a bot lane marksman, and aims to beat some sense into the people she has missed for all these long years.
Related to IOW (retconned lore):
The Sound of a Dying Horse
A Credo Only Fools Follow
Judgment Part 1 [ctrl+F “Part 1″]
Judgment Conclusion [ctrl+F “Conclusion”]
Post-destruction: (and setting of the true Erikaverse)
17: Erika begins to permanently integrate herself into the Piltovian lifestyle by properly moving in with Vi and finding odd jobs to help pay for her residence (although Vi honestly doesn't care and is more than willing to help Erika). She spends a considerably larger amount of time hanging out with her newly found Piltovian friends and learning about their culture… though she can’t shake the nightmarish demons who choose to sleep on her shoulders.
a repressed memory - tw self-injury
Patrol (Vi, Caitlyn)
let’s love (Talon, Vi)
“eventually the dam breaks loose.” (Talon, Vi)
18-21: Life is good, and she doesn’t find any faults at the moment… except when she realizes all of the amazing deeds her Piltovian friends have accomplished, and the lack of achievements she has. She yearns to return to Noxus (one last time, she promises) and see for herself the nation she once loved with new, clearer eyes.
Back Again [RP] (Ezreal)
22-24: Whether by guilt or sheer curiosity, Erika returns to Noxus, and is met by an unexpected childhood friend - Talon Du Couteau, a man she once was (and perhaps still is) in love with. Though it was what she has wanted for the past years, she isn’t sure if their relationship is what would make her happy - or (though she'd never admit it) if she’s even able to look at him as the same man. Even the short conversation with Talon will not ground her to Noxus. Ezreal and Erika bid their farewells to the nation and return home, to Piltover...
Cold (Talon)
Festival, part 2 (Talon, Ezreal)
...until Ezreal realizes that they fucked up and are stuck in Noxus until the next cargo ship arrives. To kill time, Erika wanders the city-state she once knew like the back of her hand, and bumps into (read: is followed by) Talon, allowing them to properly catch up.
We Fucked Up (Ezreal)
Warm (Talon)
Confrontation (Talon, Katarina)
It's Exactly Who You Think It Is
After her conversations - and a little more here and there - with Talon, Erika decides to put away the old grudges and finally pursue justice learn the truth of her sister’s death, her “childhood friend’s” pleasant lessons, and her pseudo-brother’s sacrifice. Leaving behind these insecurities allows her to harness her ki abilities to their fullest extent, as evidenced back in Piltover after a few quick adjustments to her gauntlet.
Vengeance (Katarina)
Redemption (Riven)
Retribution (Varus)
Watch Me Rise (Ezreal)
[ see Erika’s in-game quotes: “Revenge and vengeance… redemption, retribution. They’re all the same thing.” ]
Beyond 25: Erika is a lone wanderer, searching for purpose and meaning in her life. She has forgiven Talon, but she will never forget what he has done. She knows that Riven is alive and well, that Iver is dead and gone, that Varus can never be saved. Katarina can't touch her, and the Kinkou ninjas offer permanent residence. But she stills has to visit her Piltovian friends and tell them everything is alright. What will she do next?
She starts in Ionia.
what prevails (Riven, Varus)
Without You (Riven, Varus)
Appearance:
Of course, her infant/early child appearance did not really matter much, nor did it have any significance to her story. But I will note that she was a cute squishy little baby, too pure, too innocent for the world of Noxus.
Childhood (6-8): About 4ft tall, skinny for a growing child. Long brown hair tied into a ponytail. Usually falls to the middle of her back. Wears Riven’s old hand-me-downs, which are baggy shirts and pants.
Childhood (9-12): Growth to 5ft, 5ft 2in., cuts off her hair in favor of a short, messy, chin-length style. Wears more of Riven’s old hand-me-downs, plus random clothes she snatches/buys from the marketplace. Prefers baseball tees and sweaters.
Teen: Classic Erika.
Adult: Light leather/armor put together by her Piltovian friends, as a replacement to her raggedy clothes (perhaps an altered version of the skintight suit she wears in her Anarchist outfit?). She wears a blue aviator jacket reminiscent of her dark blue sweater. It’s also more helpful for the sorts of patrols that she and her friends go out on, as she is less prone to tripping on everything. Her hair is cut shorter than its normal mess of dark brown, but not as short as when she was growing up.
It's the quiet screaming that makes her heart skip a beat.
There’s something familiar about the sound - a soft, shrill noise in the background amidst all of the bustling joy - joy? she wonders briefly - of a crowded Noxian market. She hasn’t got the time to check it out; she’s busy and late for a meeting with one of her father’s customers. Though… it’s a sound which she can’t stop from repeating in her head thousands of times over. Perhaps it’s the dread which wells inside her every time she steps outside of the house when the sun is close to setting, or perhaps it’s the dangerous dark alleys which she chooses to traverse, instead of taking the lantern-lit main roads. Her common sense has no place on narrow paths; the bile creeping up her throat dictates her route as she veers around sharp corners and dodges trash bags, black cats, and the occasional cardboard box resident.
Something about that sound reminds her of the night, of a candlelit room, of sharp piercing words, and equally sharp, piercing knives against her soft, fragile skin. Maybe it’s just her imagination. Her imagination has been running wild for a while now, anyway, since Riven left. Her father has been so busy with all of his blacksmithing, and Riven barely visits as she fulfills her duties in the Noxian Guard, and Talon keeps taking jobs from General Du Couteau… Erika knows what it’s like to be alone, but she doesn’t quite realize how painful it is (how strong she is) to choose loneliness at night with nothing but the screams inside your - her - own head, knowing that the scars scattered across your - her - body are gentle, unknown reminders of a pain which should never have been inflicted on such a beautiful, innocent soul.
She shakes her head.
This is a terrible path to be walking down. One that bandits, hunters and lawmakers walk to prey on the weak. One of pain, confusion, misery and pain for the weak. It makes no sense to her. When it hurts like that. When the pain is constantly building and never-ending, when it spills out like an overflowing glass of red wine... Her fingers grip the package tighter. Nothing keeps her bound to the physical world except the neatly wrapped cardboard box filled with small daggers covered by soft cloths. Perhaps it's her own screams she imagines; those incessant, shrill, silent cries for help that no one ever hears.
“Ah, such beautiful skin.”
Her blood runs cold at the slick, sweet voice. “What?” She stops in her tracks, her mind quickly pulled from its train of thought. Erika clutches the package closer to her chest as her eyes survey the area. All she's got is a dark alley and a bad idea. “Who's there?”
“I do believe what I am may be of more importance to you,” he calls out quietly. The man takes confident strides out of the shadows and toward Erika. The two are barely illuminated by the light of the low moon. He has long, platinum-colored hair, and he's wearing a striped red-and-white robe, as well as matching pants and boots. He speaks quietly, almost reassuringly, like a parent to a child, but the hunger in his crimson eyes is… predatory. The young girl quickly backs up, but finds herself against a wall in this narrow alley. So much for all that harsh training with the Du Couteau siblings… The man grins and blocks any chance of escape by resting his hands - and after Erika examines them, she realizes they're practically claws - against the concrete on both sides of her head. “You see, I have rather… shall we say, unique tastes,” he continued, a smirk playing upon pale, thin lips.
Erika swallows the lump in her throat, and the long haired man simply chuckles. “I often find myself taking an aimless wanderer or some awful peasant, but when I get the chance…” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, as if reveling in her scent. “Youth makes me feel alive,” he finishes, almost in a snarl. His eyes pierce hers, as if searching hers for a answer.
Her eyes narrow, and the muscle memory kicks in. Instead of a breakneck thump against her chest, her heart has slowed to a slightly active pace, and she has managed to clear her mind of any distracting emotions. Knives and daggers wound. Threats and flattery break, she reminds herself, silently thanking Talon (and, by extension, Katarina) for those long, grueling hours of training (and, by mere circumstance, torture).
“I don't have what you want,” she replies, clenching her free hand into a tight fist.
“Oh, I'm sure you do,” he replies. “You smell positively livid.”
“...I don't even know what that means,” Erika says, raising an eyebrow. “Now leave me alone.”
“Hm, certainly we’ve crossed paths before. Normally I wouldn’t hesitate when coming upon such inviting targets, but you…”
“I-I don’t know who you are.”
“No? Do you perhaps have… a sister?”
His eyebrow raises, and Erika is certain he already knows the answer to that question. The girl - barely ten years-old - can’t help but swallow the lump in her throat. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. The man chuckles, his breath slightly foul and carrying a hint of rust.
“So, a sister.”
“N-no! I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The frown on his perfectly smooth skin falters. “You don’t have this, you don’t know that… Is there anything that tiny brain of yours does comprehend?”
Impatience. Impatience means reckless behavior - and a higher threat on my life. Not that sharp, dagger-like claws are any less of a threat, but still. Good to know, Erika muses to herself, wishing she could find a clearer way out of this mess.
“What's a sweet girl like you doing out on the streets at this time of night?”
“None o’your business.”
Don't give him what he wants. Stand strong. Be tough. Stay emotionless. Have a knife nearby just in case the other ways don't work.
xoxo Talon
Or something like that... Erika feels a grimace form as the man leans in ever so slightly.
“Ah, unfortunate,” he hums with a tsk. “I thought we could have a little fun.”
“Your kinda fun doesn't seem very fun,” she replies, exhaling sharply. Her heartbeat picks up, and her palms are sweaty.
“Don't be that way, sweet child,” he says, smiling wide enough to reveal his pearly white teeth.
“Who are you?”
“I've been given many names and titles. I'm surprised you don't recognize me.”
“Who are you?”
“I'm often referred to as the Crimson Reaper. Surely you've heard of me?”
“No idea.” The title rings in her ears, but she can’t follow a single train of thought for very long. His red eyes, those pale lips, his repulsive breath, the sharp claws nearing her head, ah gods, her vision faltering… She can see stars now, or maybe that’s just the moonlight confusing her sight. He shifts closer to her, obscuring her view of the low moon.
“What a disappointment.” Her eyes snap to his. “You're not exactly the most agreeable of company. I enjoy fear and anxiety, but you simply won't budge... A shame, really, because your heart is beating so deliciously fast,” he murmurs, sighing as one of his sharp nails brushes against her cheek, breaking the skin. Blood seeps out slowly, and he wipes it off with his index finger. “Wonderful.”
He licks the tip of his finger, smiling as Erika tries to arch away from him, even though she’s already trapped. “You're an interesting one, child.” Before she responses, he takes a step back and tilts his head to the left. “Ah, did you hear that?”
Erika listens, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. It’s the same, shrill scream from before, and she feels a chill run down her spine.
“Much more attractive prey,” the man comments in a half-moan. His eyes dart to Erika, and she feels his gaze linger on her scarlet lip. “But you… you are a girl that must be savored…”
She knows she should say something, but he allows her no such comment.
“Broken, slowly. Allowed to age and ferment, like a fine wine. You shall learn the terrors of this world soon, child. I simply hope I will be there to enjoy it.”
The smirk on his face widens as his eyebrows furrow together, which narrows his ruby eyes as he intensely examines her face.
“Remember me.”
With a blink of her eyes, the Crimson Reaper is nowhere to be found. All that remains are droplets of blood - hers? - on the ground, and Erika briefly wonders if he's actually real. She rubs her face and lets out a long sigh as she drops to her knees. Heaving deep breaths, Erika starts laughing, still clutching the package tightly. “Holy gods, I thought I was gonna die…” The burst of laughter is forced, perhaps even maniacal, and she isn't sure what, if anything, about that situation was funny. If anything, it was sheer absurdity. She glances up and looks around the alley, quickly composing herself. Hopping to her feet, she moves the package to her right hand, grips a sheathed dagger tightly in her left. Erika breathes in gently, and then dashes off, hoping to catch her customer before the sun comes up.
The robed man’s hungry smile flickers in her mind, a line of crimson dripping from his cold, pale lips.
[ I don’t have time to draw this but oh my god I had to reblog just imagine… ]
Rin comes charging in with two little bags. She throws them on the ground, screaming excitedly.
“WHO IS READY FOR THE BEST POOL PARTY EVER.”
As she shouts at the top of her tiny lungs, the bags pop open to two inflatable turrets in the same construct as her mentors design, Heimerdinger. They are loaded with water, ready to knock people down. She also rigged pool noodles to act like rocket;. Water rockets to be exact. They propel themselves with water in the direction of her target.
[ Holy shit I need to draw pool party Heimer actually, that would be fucking sick LOL ]
Erika feels a devilish smirk sweep across her faces and raises her tweaked gauntlet, aiming at no one in particular.
Oh yes. Noodles are overrated, she decides. (Plus, there was no logical way to upgrade her main weapon into a pool-noodle-shooting-device. That's simply ridiculous - crap, why hadn't she thought of that earlier?!) Ezreal had changed her gauntlet's mechanisms to allow her to call forth blasts of water instead of blasts of wind, to soak friends and foes (and strangers) alike.
She'd probably be kicked out within the first ten minutes for not using a pool noodle and instead drenching everyone before anyone actually stepped foot into the pool. (Probable cause? The latter.)
