CONCEAL.

⠀⠀there is something more enjoyable in the secrecy of the night. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀embraced by shadows, i am everything that you and your mortal kind fear. broad sunlight gives you hope. the blanket of darkness gives you despair. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i am despair. i am fear. ⠀⠀

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any league rpers still alive ..

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hi.

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How simply bizarre.

He was certain his trained ears had picked up on the sounds of feeding. What sort of animalistic behaviour could even be found in the Placidium, seeing that it was the gathering grounds for esteemed Ionian institutions? While the Ionians definitely tolerated the wilderness merging with the more advanced human civilisation, many had deemed the lack of animals in the Placidium’s vicinity to be more ideal. Silence was the first priority found once the academies had been founded, and the opinion that the animals would be disrupting the peaceful audio of the environment was highly regarded and believed. 

What exactly was causing the noises?

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 shuffled around until his refined eyes—both, luminous and not—locked onto the sight of—oh, is that not the irritating fox-whatever-the-hell from before? The very same that attempted to charm him?

As he formulated more and more opinions on how pathetic she was, he decided to vanish into the shadows and monitor her. ૨ɦααรƭ knew exactly what the Shadow Reaper was thinking, and the ∂α૨ҡเɳ enjoyed a chuckle—an unheard chuckle, given that the pair was in the veiled Shadow Realm.

Eventually, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 and ૨ɦααรƭ were right by the nine spread-out tails, and they were fascinated by the sight of this seemingly wretched woman consuming the life force of her male victim.

𝔒𝔥, 𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢?

The scythe enjoyed a hearty and amused laugh, its ablaze crimson eye twinkling even more. Its wielder shared a similar reaction. As much as the two would rather admit the antonym, they resonated in their own ways, especially with how they viewed certain personalities and figures.

𝔇𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 nodded slightly, strolling to one of the trees nearby the intriguing phenomenon. He planned to reveal himself once she had made her next move.

After all, she absolutely was a special kind of predator. He had to know her name at the very least.

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𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 @ask-syndra​

timeline: before ૨ɦααรƭ 

If he were nothing but a mundane mortal, then this specific course of action would be ill in his favour; however, he was no simple, ordinary plainsman. He was 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫, the Shadow Reaper, successor to Master Zed, and might-as-well-be son of Syndra, the Dark Sovereign.

Speaking of Master Zed, 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫 recently had the most unfortunate of encounters with him. Something seemed to have occurred regarding the Eye of Twilight, and thunderstorms began swirling around and above Master. The young Ionian had actually wished to inquire about sojourning across the lands of Runeterra in search of an even more formidable weapon than all those available in the Order’s arsenal; he sure was an arrogant individual already, but uncertainty still clouded his mind. Was he finally prepared for better, for more? Was he finally there? Could he finally prove his worth by conquering and mastering the deadliest tools any mortal or immortal could ever even dream of seeing?

Since 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫’𝖘 most trusted authority had coldly brushed off his desire for an encouraging reply, the student knew exactly who to go to—and where.

The fortress floating in the sky was absolutely menacing and brooding, but this castle served as another home for him. The Celestial Fortress was the name, and its mistress was Syndra, a woman of immense and intimidating power and a nurturing figure to 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫. She had always been there to answer his curious questions with the utmost certainty and knowledge, and her dedication to gathering power—much like 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫’𝖘 own—supported the unsure student’s path. He was always aware of his natural aptitude, but he had perpetually sought Master Zed’s approval for everything. Thankfully, he had the Dark Sovereign eternally there for him and his young, sometimes misguided ways.

He stood near the area that the castle was casting its dark shadow on, beckoning and therefore causing 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫 to practise his skills as he patiently awaited for the arrival and approval of his maternal figure.

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I'll clobber you, tiny man

then clobber me. i dare you. do it now, mortal.

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desperate so please like this if you would like to rp !

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CONCEAL

whereas behind the shadows fools hide, within the shadows i hide. { off-vocal and on-vocal japanese songs that remind me of kayn, the shadow reaper. }

just want to boost this here. i have a similar vladimir one (linked). 

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How 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 loathed such contact. Who did this creature even assume herself to be? She was nothing but absolute distraction and perhaps a soul wandering without purpose, and how 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 loathed such beings even more. The teachings of the Order, as expected, were hellbent on discipline; the shadows would not just welcome some untrained, skill-impoverished outsider. The trainee had to polish himself repetitively without fail in order to meld with the shadows completely, but 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 would be more than pleased to pride himself on natural aptitude. Setting aside his self-earned and justified confidence, the 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 also was more than committed to his Sangraal of personally directing Ionia to a superior state worthy of the land. He perspired, bled, and teared for his ambition, and he truly doubted that this little “fox lady” could even comprehend a mere ounce of such dedication and passion.

So of course, out of pure behavioural instinct, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 immediately and forcefully raised 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 who never kept his “bloodshot” eye off the pest, placing the dear 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖓 scythe next to him. The young man faced away from the owner of nine foolish and irritating tails with his mood grim and eyes averted from the vastaya and as much as he would have enjoyed nothing but dead silence from the grey branches and painful sun, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 was of the opposite opinion.

𝔖𝔥𝔶, ҡαყɳ! 𝔖𝔥𝔶! ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 ყσµ 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶.

The weapon chuckled, obviously in the mood to provoke reaction from his human wielder so as to create a comedic sketch for his personal amusement. How ૨ɦααรƭ enjoyed moments such as this; he truly thrived in and relished them.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓'𝖘 gaze was still dark, matching the shadows that he suddenly vanished into. He craved his personal space.

ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱.

The cold and brutally honest statement formed a reverberation that reinforced the idea that 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 truly was not interested at all in this loathsome company.

He swiftly departed, cementing the heartless vibes the Placidium gave.

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Once he picked up on that coyly-said word, ૨ɦααรƭ definitely could not help himself. He howled once he heard it—“alone.”

This time, however, this was a howl of amusement, of entertainment. How pleasing this development was! Whereas ҡαყɳ had foolishly ululated like some mortal weakling without the allegiance of history’s worst nightmare, ૨ɦααรƭ was guffawing. He was roaring; he owned the jungle, or so he felt. That suspiciously charming intonation on “alone” combined with the movement of her ears… Oh, how ૨ɦααรƭ relished in such a display of mortality.

𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢, ҡαყɳ. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔰 ყσµ’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢.

૨ɦααรƭ could only manage his purposefully mocking remark between his uproars, causing 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓, out of irritation due to two different sources, to violently hush the scythe.

ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝕴’𝔡 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔰.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 spat his words out. The first begetter of this grave vexation was obviously 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙’s sudden yet expected outburst that truly was much like a child that had recently committed the vilest, most immature mischief the pea-brained idiot could conjure up. The second was the “femme fatale"—as 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 would happily refer to her so as to mock the Ionian. One of her plush tails had stroked the future Master of Shadows, and it truly was a caress that 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 could have lived without. Does this fool even have any idea regarding personal space?

An about-face led 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 to face the winding slope downwards, away from the harsh spotlight of the sun. He swung 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙, ceasing once the other party could have suffered an injury—or two.

He absolutely yearned for his own alone time, and engaging with some bothersome anthropoid “charmer” was nowhere on his list. Never was, never is, never will be.

[bloodcompact]

vladimir.

let us pool our efforts.

new and literate league of legends roleplay account for: vladimir, the crimson reaper.

the admin is 16 years old. contrary to popular assumption, i am not particularly disturbed by anything, so feel free to submit your wildest dreams involving vladimir, as i am far too aware that he is deemed “daddy” an awful too much for my liking.

i am a literate roleplayer. i embrace any style; however, should there be conflicts with priorities and whatnot, i will prioritise the literate replies and starters.

it has been two or three years since i have touched roleplaying. i aim to return to and surpass my former success as a roleplayer.

this side blog is still in the works, but please feel free to befriend me and whatnot. request for my untouched main if you would like.

x bloodcompact, written by jun.

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The haunting silence that accompanied the howl afterwards fit right into that accursed amalgamation of emotions.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 always refused to recognise that he truly was human, with his DNA encoding that he wasn’t immune to everything, that he possessed weaknesses. He was unrelenting in his pursuit for the absolute pinnacle of power for his holy grail: advancing Ionia into its deserved state of supremacy. He practised, toiled, and grew—he could not cease, for he could not tolerate any level that was found to be equal to any other enemy, human or not. He could not allow for a rough diamond to succeed Master Zed and lead their Ionian motherland. It would be oh-so damnable should he not become his own unrivaled competitor.

ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, ҡαყɳ. 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 เ 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 ყσµ 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡.

As ૨ɦααรƭ chuckled to himself, his crimson eye blinked once he noticed what may be another breathing, living figure in the distance. As ૨ɦααรƭ was about to warn his wielder, ҡαყɳ snarkily replied as he always did.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝕴 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 did not notice anything unlike his bothersome compeer. Preoccupied by another wave of furious determination, he blankly gazed off into the sky, daydreaming him directing Ionia into its well-deserved future triumph and mythical status. 

And yet of course, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 just had to smash the fragile moment. 

ҡαყɳ, 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢.

As much as ૨ɦααรƭ would have enjoyed witnessing a surprise attack on ҡαყɳ which could render the Ionian helpless and perhaps more prone to the ∂α૨ҡเɳ’s full control, ૨ɦααรƭ knew that that was a door that would remain forever unlocked. ҡαყɳ would be far too strong for such a pitiful pounce.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢… 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢?

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 knew that he always had to be en garde, aware that there were always souls lurking everywhere, perhaps even in his self-claimed domain of the Shadow Realm. He raised the curious yet silent 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙, who had identified fox ears on the trespasser.

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𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @pulserise ♥

It’s sparkling, isn’t it? It must be out of a fairytale, but no, Ionia’s natural riches genuinely are far too splendid.

As can be assumed from even the farthest of all glances, the Placidium of Navori was no mundane location. Dotted by remarkable institutions and fantastical garden paradises, it made all the more sense that it was to be found right in the heart of the Ionian motherland. Bridging together the innate magic of the continent with the natives’ phenomenal knowledge and wisdom, the Placidium was the perfect backdrop for Noxian invasions.

ℑ𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰, ҡαყɳ?

૨ɦααรƭ had come to recognise the trademark setting as one of ҡαყɳ’s primary sources of “inspiration,” shall we say. This was where the young Noxian รɦเε∂α ҡαყɳ had first “awakened.” As the ∂α૨ҡเɳ has come to amusingly tease the now-Ionian, witnessing his wielder drop his guard in a scavenge for a flash of strength always reminded ૨ɦααรƭ that ҡαყɳ is a measly human—nothing to fear.

𝔄 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝖒𝖞 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢? 𝔇𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶.

It truly would be better without 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙’s idiotic company, but 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 knew that he could not leave his scythe alone. Being aware of and skilled with all the ins-and-outs of the shadows, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 could never trust any environment to be safe. As long as there were shadows, there were threats.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢, 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔱? 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ყσµ 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.

A chuckle came from the cyclops scythe.

ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔥, 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖓. 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝖒𝖊 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯.

As meditation took possession of 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓, he could once more feel that murderous rage against Noxus. Ionia was far too peaceful and moronically compassionate; only he could lead this continent to its well-deserved superior state, especially against the militaristic powerhouse.

He howled, echoes resonating, forming a determined and vengeful harmony. He drowned himself in his emotions to the point that he could not even wonder if anyone heard.

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remove kayn from this blog i only want rhaast

psa: furry!rhaast incoming for the upcoming lack of kayn in this blog. please direct all happy thoughts to my beloved ahri (the asker). 

א∂,

rhaast murmured to himself out of glee.

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[ @tiedshadows​ ]～『sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ』

He knew that Bilgewater was a place to which many seemed to visit. A lot of people had an interest in this odd place, different from any other nation in Valoran. Many searched for resources just from this particular city. Components needed for many things, many crafts were rather easy to find in Bilgewater- for good price of course.

It also wasn’t something to bother him that much. Travelers seemed to catch his interest pretty often after all, curious about them but not necesarly willing to get into interactions with them, unless he had a reason to do so. Threats from other parts of the world was what could catch his attention the most.

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「 Who is he? 」

One of the men sitting in the tavern at one of the tables placed in the corner spoke, with a hushed tone, but loud enough for the hooded one to hear.

「 Not sure, but they said he hide in shadows. Someone died yesterday trying to steal his belongings. He looks like someone from Noxus if you ask me. But that’s not all…The weapon he has…It has an eye. And it speaks with demonic voice 」

The other man who seemed to be drunk, sipping from the almost empty mug answered, his voice so excited like he was telling the best story of the times. His companions only rolled their eyes patting his back rather amused

「 Ol'man drank too much, and he sees stupid things again. We all have enough of the stories of Ripper, we ain’t need new one around here. 」

That was all the hooded man needed to hear. Standing up from his seat he proceeded to the exit of the old building, soon enough pulling the cloth which covered his whole figure down and throwing it somewhere away, the best way to be around mortals without being found out.

So a newcomer. From Noxus? Couldn’t be. Noxians aren’t going in those places anymore, and if anything, in bigger groups, easy to spot. But this one seemed mysterious, different. And the Ripper’s curiosity was stronger than will to leave this person alone.

Few moments of thinking as he then proceeded to go to his favorite place-Slaughter Docks. If the other was seeking troubles or either was just exploring. This was the best place for that.

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Whereas the fantastical domain of Ionia shrouded itself and its sins in the light of their abhorrently peaceful law, Bilgewater was unapologetic with its anarchy. 𝔎𝔞𝔶𝔫 was aware of the divergence of the region’s available weapons given the ever-active black market of the deeps, and to underestimate his feelings, he was fascinated by the powers he could hope to discover and perhaps wield.

ҡαყɳ, 𝔞𝔯𝔢 ყσµ 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 ƭɦყ ƒαเƭɦƒµℓ รε૨ѵαɳƭ?

૨ɦααรƭ jokingly whined, breaking the silence between the pair as they strolled along the markets. As much as ૨ɦααรƭ repetitively implied his doubt of 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓’s bias for the ∂α૨ҡเɳ, ૨ɦααรƭ knew that his wielder could not find any better. Is there anything truly better than a ∂α૨ҡเɳ after all?

𝔒𝔥 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝕴 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡,

the power-lusting assassin retorted. 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 wholeheartedly acknowledged, however, that 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 is the most ideal gamble for the present. Their similar cravings—bloodlust and might—melded so well together that they could be mistaken for the same side of the coin, but be that as it may, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 knew that 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙 desired for a plenary throttlehold over the Ionian’s entire being.

Similarly, ૨ɦααรƭ knew that when ҡαყɳ would have already greedily obtained enough strength for his own purposes, he would eliminate his “partner-in-crime”: the ∂α૨ҡเɳ that made all myths cower in terror. To think! To imagine! Should ҡαყɳ ever snuff the ∂α૨ҡเɳ out, ҡαყɳ would truly be his own Ragnarök—to be burned in helpless minds everywhere.

No matter what they thought, however, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 ended up empty-handed.

𝔚𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.

𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓’s tone was the amalgamation of fractures of determination and a certain despair. These markets have the admirable reputation of unlimited anarchy, as befits their target customers and consumers. Do these waters truly hold nothing meritorious at all?

૨ɦααรƭ chuckled.

ყσµ'૨ε ɱαҡเɳɠ ɱε ʝεαℓσµร.

[pulserise-blog]

“Should I make your pulse rise? Or… stop!”

Despite her predatory nature, Ahri retains a sense of empathy as she receives flashes of memory from each soul she consumes. 

Roleplay blog for Ahri, The Nine-Tailed Fox. 

Mun is 18 & has had 5+ years of roleplay experience! My preferred style of writing is paragraph, but I am open to most anything.

I am slightly rusty, due to taking a small break from the roleplay community. But I am very determined to be better than before! 

I truly love League of Legends & roleplaying, so I’m super excited to be joining in on this! I hope we can all be friends! My links are still a wip, but please feel free to take a look at them beforehand! Thank you.

ABOUT | RULES 

[tiedshadows]

will try to complete work by this weekend or next week. arurf is too fun to miss out on.

i still welcome ideas and plots however, so. hey. no harm in messaging me.

[tiedshadows]

kayn.

I am Kayn, the Shadow Reaper, and anything that stands in my way will never stand for long.

new and literate league of legends roleplay account for: kayn, the shadow assassin, and rhaast, his lovely darkin companion and showstealer. 

the admin is 16 years old. contrary to popular assumption, i am not particularly disturbed by anything, so feel free to submit your wildest dreams involving kayn and/or rhaast.

i am a literate roleplayer. i embrace any style; however, should there be conflicts with priorities and whatnot, i will prioritise the literate replies and starters.

it has been two or three years since i have touched roleplaying. i aim to return to and surpass my former success as a roleplayer.

this side blog is still in the works, but please feel free to befriend me and whatnot. request for my untouched main if you would like.

x tiedshadows, written by jun.