MISRI, THE ORACLE OF IONIA

an original character for league of legends. canon and oc friendly, league verse only. singleship. not accepting ma's.

[run-playthings]

(( hello it has been a long time friends.

my life has been very busy. i moved at the end of august, spent a month living in a college dorm with friends, moved into a house, have been trying to find a job, but have, overall, been doing much better.

my anxiety/depression hasn’t been near as bad. i’ve been in a much better place. i keep busy and spend time with people a lot! i’ve also started going to the gym.

i’m really wanting to get back into role playing now that i’m in a better situation. ))

[whereisyourfuture]

(( what the fuck tumblr

i’m trying to reblog a character builder thing and it will not let me edit the reblog??

like what the fuck ))

[bunchofrpmemes]

character flaws

[jayceofpiltover]

Bold the ones that apply to your character:

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[the-rain-before-the-storm]

Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.

(via x-over-thinking-x)

[whereisyourfuture]

older picture of mawsri.

[whereisyourfuture]

(( hello hello! i will respond to things soonishTM. ))

[whereisyourfuture]

Spell your name with songs and tag people. I was tagged by bloodforprofit

M Meeting People Sucks - The Naked and Famous I I Couldn’t Do It Alone - Dear Hunter S Smoke - Daughter R Remember My Name - Two Door Cinema Club I I’m In Here - Sia

Tagging:  cutthroat-diplomacy youcannotaffordme shuriman-namir edelwitch

[whereisyourfuture]

(( sorry about the lack of activity guys. i’ve been stressed out and kinda unmotivated for the past couple weeks or so and it’s been really difficult to write.

i’m going to new york on june 2nd for two weeks and i think my excitement for that is also dulling my enjoyment of other stuff. so hopefully i’ll be more back in action after. again, sorry, guys! ))

[bloodforprofit-blog]

Hawke paused, visibly considering. Her body was tense but hands relaxed as ever, the blades she wielded loose in her grasp. She didn’t move for almost half a minute, studying the seer before her before releasing an abrupt sigh, her left hand blade twisting in her grip in an idle flip between fingers as though she had to do something with them before slipping them back in their sheathes and crossing her arms over her chest. Knowing the woman was a seer was no more comforting than a mind-reader, but nonetheless, she was right. 

As much as Hawke wanted to defy the suggestion that she was more likely not to resort to violence, for all she knew she’d be killing someone important. That could cost her more than simply asking how to get out. Then again, the seer had pegged her less-than-noble intent. She likely wouldn’t question if Hawke turned away and hopped the fence again, and it as some comfort to know that she had options. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I hate them both equally,” Hawke muttered, jaw tight. “Call me Hawke if you have to call me anything, ‘miss’ doesn’t suit me.” 

She studied the woman’s features suspiciously, but with every second spent in her company it was becoming increasingly difficult to peg her as deserving in any manner. Finally, with a second sigh and shoulders finally relaxing, she gave a gentle shrug. 

“People like knowing if they’re gonna die tomorrow, I guess. Somehow they like it more than trying not to think about sex while someone’s prying in your mind.” 

[whereisyourfuture]

The air between them had grown heavy. The emptiness of silence filled it but Misri would say nothing. She waited, playing through the images in her head and wondering which one might happen. When the quiet was broken, she felt a moment of relief. She exhaled. Slowly - a little sigh that slipped between her lips.

"I am Misri," the girl introduced. Her head tilted, shoulders leaning forward into the motion. Hawke would stay, for now at least, it seemed. Was that the right choice? Misri loosened her grasp on the golden staff and shifted her weight to the other foot.

"They do not often inquire about their death," Misri responded after a handful of seconds. She turned, walking back towards the temple, and glanced over her shoulder to the Noxian. "Have you eaten, Miss Hawke? I would make you tea, if you would allow me to."

[whereisyourfuture]

(( i’ll try to reply to stuff soon

having difficulties writing ))

[quilllot-deactivated20150825]

“Me..? Overstayed M Y welcome..?” Riven said. Just like that. It was as if a switch had been thrown inside of her. She flashed a cold smile at Misri, “If I recall, you were the one who came here, and have the balls to ask for my kills. My kills.” 

She turned back, moving towards Misri, her arm thrown to the side as it morphed into it’s blade form. She had a murderous look in her eye, and it seemed for a moment that she was going to stab the oracle.

Before passing her completely.

“Here’s what I think of these people. They are nothing, merely things for my to toy with.” Riven hissed, as she began to stab her blade into the man’s gut, over and over, intestines spilling out, gore dripping onto the floor, the man’s body shuddering with each strike of Riven’s blade. “They. Are. Nothing. To. Me.”

[whereisyourfuture]

There was the unfamiliar but acidic twist of anger in Misri's stomach. It threatened to rise up, a black bile into her throat. She bit it back. She swallowed. Control. Composure. Apathy. Restraint.

There was a splatter of blood on her cheek.

Misri's eyes flashed to try and glance at it. Then to the woman. Except, the thing before her was not a woman, but a tragedy. A monster, twisting and writhing in its own flesh. Her lips curled. Her hands clenched together. Steeling herself, she reached over, grabbing the woman's arm in a tight grasp. Her nails dug into the corrupted flesh, above where the blade would start.

"They are meaningless to you, but someone else might have thought the world of this man. And now here you are, selfishly defiling him. So you can throw away the remainder of your humanity? No, forgive me. I imagine you will say you have none left, miss. Maybe such depravity makes it easier to pretend."

She was not playing with fire. She had thrown flame and oil to the ground and prayed they would not consume her.

[bloodforprofit-blog]

Hawke was ready to make a snide comment when the woman’s eyes lit up in a manner she had only seen first hand once before. It had been a glowing green then, when Ira had been kind enough to heal her when she hadn’t made it to her uncle. Magic. Magic she couldn’t identify, and it had her step back immediately, right hand reaching for her blade as though she expected an attack. And it was, in a way. Standing in Ionia, the birthplace of myths on the reaches of magic, it wasn’t difficult for Hawke to make assumptions; especially with her most pertinent thought plucked from her mind so blatantly. 

“You read minds.” She snarled, accusatory as her hand gripped the pommel of her blade and pulled it free, advancing a step with it held just before her as though sharpened metal truly could defend against an invasion of mind. If this woman thought prying as such would lessen her chances of dying, she clearly hadn’t reached the right corners of her mind yet. She was defensive, not least because she hardly knew herself why she stood there, petal still gripped in her hand as though staring at it could bring back the memories it birthed. She didn’t need a stranger prying into such sensitive memories, of the scent her mother always wore; her favourite flower. 

“I had no malicious intention,” and for once, it was true. She was here for a rare purpose; simple delivery of actual goods instead of death or thievery. “Pry in my mind again and perhaps I’ll change it.” 

Still, she didn’t step any closer to the other woman. If she wielded such rare magic so obviously, Hawke couldn’t be sure she didn’t have other tricks up her sleeve that were a sight more dangerous. 

“Stupid, isn’t it,” Hawke said, hesitating regardless of her words. Ionian peacelover or not, she wielded unchecked magic. “To tell a killer you know they’re a killer and expect to live through it.” 

[whereisyourfuture]

The corner of Misri's mouth twitched up into a bemused smile. A mind reader? If only it were so simple. Her gaze flickered to the weapon and the brief look of feeling faded. She allowed herself a step back and squeezed the staff harder in her palm. The metal was reassuring against the threat of death. She inhaled, slowly, carefully and listened. The underlying threats were no more than that. If the woman had intended to kill her... then Misri would be dead. There was either a lack of intent, or, perhaps, a fear. Of what?

"Please, relax yourself. Put the blade away, if you would," Misri sighed. Her head tilted and she leaned her weight subtly into her own weapon. Her eyes remained focused on the other, examining the woman even now.

"I expect nothing. You may or may not kill me. Most of the future indicates the latter," she responded at last. She had taken a few moments of quiet, contemplating her words with care. "You misjudge my abilities, miss. I am not a mindreader, but a seer."

She did not add, I wish I was a mindreader. Oh, how simple life would be. There would be no one looking to me, expecting greatness.

Misri sighed again, letting her vision shift to a bush covered in large, white flowers. "It is interesting. Both talents are voyueristic... but one is held with contempt and the other is revered." Her voice was soft and quiet, musing rather than speaking.

[malatruse]

Makoto Shinkai, 2011

[whereisyourfuture]

Misri has three guards around the temple. Two of them are simply temple guards, the last is her own personal guard.

They can and will fuck you up.

[bloodforprofit-blog]

Hawke did not miss the way eyes lingered on the crest that adorned her shoulder plate. However smoothed, scratched and beaten her armour had become since receiving it almost ten years ago now, it was distinctive. No-one, after all, would see a skull engraving and cylindrical spikes on otherwise undecorated plates and think of Demacia, after all. Her lip curled in slight irritation, beaten pride sharpening her more than she liked for an encounter with a stranger, especially one who would assume pointless prejudice on the back of it. 

“Not from here? You can tell, I’m sure, that I most definitely am not.” 

That however did beg the questions of why she was here, if she sounded so hateful at the prospect, and she didn’t relish answering. The petal still clutched between her fingers, though she resisted stealing another glance, seemed to burn a hole through her gloves, a curiosity turned liability. She was stuck, now – she couldn’t very well excuse herself and vault the fence again, and she didn’t know the way out. And asking help? Hawke bristled. 

“I’ve heard of the Lotus Temple,” She conceded, eyeing the woman adorned gold. Perhaps if she proved inane she would be left to her own devices. She’d hate to get blood on the white gravel stones simply to avoid having to ask directions. “No more than a tourist’s knowledge, however.” 

[whereisyourfuture]

It was difficult to not place judgments on someone whose nation had slaughtered her kin. She had spent years tormented by visions of Noxian soldiers drenched in the blood of Ionia. That this woman dared even step foot onto the island was an act of bravado. Misri held little ill will for her as an individual. But as someone affiliated with Noxus, Misri could place no trust and find no peace.

"A tourist?" she repeated softly. She gave no other response to the woman's comments, instead opting to watch and observe. With a heavy sigh, her head tilted. The color from Misri's eyes drained, replaced with a transparent blue and then a kaleidoscope of changing hues. In the next moment, they were back to pink, pupils refocusing on the Noxian.

"You would think to kill me," Misri stated. Her voice was dull. "But I imagine that you'd rather go about this another way, my lady."

She paused, eyes rolling up to look at the sky.

"I cannot let you leave here so easily. I hope you understand. You are a Noxian in Ionia. I owe it to my nation to ensure you mean us no further malice," she continued. "Of course, I cannot stop you from leaving or even from killing me. I am quite weak, ma'am. Do as you will, but I hope you will stay and talk for a bit so I might understand your intentions."

[whereisyourfuture]

✿

Misri pauses. She has, for the briefest moment, a look of surprise. Most people are not inclined to touch the girl.

“Ah? What is this for?”

[youcannotaffordme]

“Misri…” The name left her lips with ease, though it sounded close to ‘misery’ with the way her accent work. Pretty, unique–it matched this young lady quite nicely. At her prompt, the Queen lifted her brows and perked up, her smile turning apologetic momentarily.

“Ah, how rude of me, kotyonok,” she chuckled. “I am Valentina. I am the owner of an escort service in Zaun called the Royal Rose, and I myself am the most expensive woman in the city. I have been called the Queen of Whores, so I suppose that is my unofficial title. Anyway…” 

Her eyes danced over the appearance of Misri, drinking in her peculiar way of dress and make up. It was very refreshing, and intriguing too. She cleared her throat to continue, laughing again before the words came forth.

“I do not know of this word–’oracle’ you say? I can only imagine that that has to do with magics. Tell me what this means, would you, pretty girl?”

[whereisyourfuture]

Misri was awed at the confidence and nonchalance Valentina presented as she introduced herself. She practically called herself a whore with pride, an occupation that, even in Ionia, would earn its share of disapproval. And here Misri was, practically resentful of her own title, one that was held with high regard. Any judgments she might have made were lost.

For a moment, she considered lying. Misri could simply brush the topic aside. It was not important. It was simply a word. She could be Misri, a girl, a human, someone no more interesting than the baker down the street. She struggled for a moment with this, lips opening only to close as she thought.

“It is a seer. Someone who sees the future,” the girl stated at last. “Is it true Zaun is filled with madmen and uncontrolled magic?”

[whereisyourfuture]

bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options!

cold OR hot

envy OR lust

blunt OR tactful

dreamer OR realist

impulsive OR regimented

stubborn OR flexible

sociable OR reclusive

lazy OR hardworking

half empty OR half full

excitable OR apathetic

dependent OR independent

eloquent OR inarticulate

delusional OR realistic

dwells in the past OR looks towards the future