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guy who has only seen odyssey kayn, reading about their second power-obsessed emperor: Getting a lot of 'Odyssey Kayn' vibes from this...

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Which Character Archetype Are You?

the Beast.

Misunderstood, perceived unfairly as monstrous. A person with kindness, with a penchant for indulging and caring for other monsters if no one else will.

tagged by: @nameaprice tagging: any who wish to fulfill .

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Nemesis wrapped:

You evaded 26 assassination attempts from 3 different people! Congrats!

You discovered 7 new heinous plans!

Your favorite plan was "throw them in the scorpion hole"

Your top scheming month was March

You succeeded in killing your archnemesis 0 times!

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I don’t have paranormal experiences, I AM a paranormal experience.

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Ren Shadowblade: A loyal student to the Yanléi, Ren has taken well to the teachings of shadow magic. Skillied in summoning sets of shadow arms and learning to summon fiends, he is a fearful many-limbed assassin. In recent times, he has grown fascinated and enamoured with the power Kayn has found in the Darkin weapon they now wield. Together, they lead the search and study of the ancient, cursed weapons in the hopes of finding more, and using them to the Order's advantage. It is an open secret that he wishes to claim the next Darkin weapon found, but he is not foolish enough to question what Kayn decides when it is inevitably found.

Royce, The Butcher: A different path walked, but a similar beginning. Royce has been caught up in the Noxian military ever since he can remember. Once a child soldier thrown to the Ionian frontline, he was one of the very few survivors, and was dragged back to Noxus by the forces who found him. Begrudgingly, he served as a soldier since then, his hatred for the empire festering all that time without anyone to confide in. The final straw was being sent after the stolen Darkin weapon that lead him back to Ionia, wherein he finally cast off his duties, and joined the very Order he had been sent to attack or die to. He and Kayn have found a connection through their similar pasts, and their love of spilling the blood of Noxians, becoming fast brothers in arms.

Ysdra, Keeper of the Box: In a long-held tradition once disconnected from the Yanléi, Ysdra was chosen to be the Guardian of the Box, an artefact found in the Shadow Isle's. The legend goes that it holds a creature connected to the shadows, and paranoia so powerful it predicts the future. Tasked to be the willing host so that it would not attempt to escape to find one, it has been decades since the priestess took up her mantle. Although hesitant to leave her eternally crumbling temple at first, the Shadow Reaper has persuaded her that the powers of the Box would serve a greater purpose in tandem with the Order.

the Forsaken Baccai: After centuries of avoiding the light and brooding in resentment within ancient Shuriman ruins, the Baccai clings to the memory of Rhaast and his gift before their ascension. When the same powerful soul he had once stood by finally resurfaced, there was suddenly a course of action. In a frantic search, the Baccai encountered the wielder of his once ally, now cursed and trapped in the form of a scythe. Although his skills in communicating have corroded, the Shadow Order has welcomed the Baccai as a powerful ally, and has provided a place in the world for him, close to his old friend again.

Ranger-knight Defector: Self-inflicted petricite poisoning to subdue her magical abilities left the scout filled with inner turmoil. Her rage-fueled violence led to her eventual defection from the Demacian Rangers. Scarred and lost, the former ranger-knight found the Shadow Order and with it, not only a way to hone her violent streak, but a system that did not ask her to conceal her true potential. Although the petricite potions she once consumed have ravaged her throat and vocal chords, many members of the order have learned to communicate with her, and she is studying the healing properties of shadow magic.

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Her cowering was probably the most pathetic display Kayn has ever seen. Even beyond the fact they hadn't done anything, it was like she lacked any survival instinct at all with how she just shut down. The cringe in their expression worsens with an annoyed groan, knowing they have to quickly decide on either their escape, or how to deescalate the situation. Spotting the beginning of tears is the deciding factor.

"Oh, come on..." Rolling their eye back, Kayn's phone is pocketed and the handles of their grocery bag are shortened before they meet the panicking stranger on the ground with a squat. They watch for a beat, waiting to see if her terror will simmer at all if they tried looking less intimidating. Setting their annoyance aside, their expression settles into disinterest. With a sigh, their head lulls as their free hand reaches down to pick up the purse that had hit the pavement first. It didn't look too dirty, and they hold it in front of her to try and get her attention on something else, other than their apparently frightening appearance.

"At least pick your bag up?"

Their looming shadow grew in size and as Ezreal opened one of her eyes she noticed how much closer the criminal slash drugdealer had gotten. Resulting in another loud 'EEP!' as she cowered with that much more fervor. If she could sink into the floor she would at this point. But all she can do was try and not break out into sobbing.

Had she met them before? No. Seen them before? No. Was there any past event that caused such a reaction from her? No.

Then why the extreme reaction? Well it made sense to Ezreal. Having started out as a child performer there were just some people you were told to watch out for. Perhaps this stuck too much with her after the death of her parents and the abusive company that kept her locked in place... But she had never actually met a person like that before back in Korea.

And now she was thoroughly unprepared. As evident by her flinching as she was chewed out for her behavior and told to get lost. Which she'd LOVE to do. Were it not for the fact that her legs were trembling and she couldn't pick herself up. But rather than convey this she just made herself even smaller uttering a very soft: "Sorry!" And hopelessly remain there as tears began trickling down her face at a faster pace.

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The shadow warrior was quiet as the woman answered their interrogation, humming now and then to her words although their focus lay elsewhere. Their gaze had watched her intently, almost anticipating some give-away, an action revealing her fear to be in this place, with them. ... It was as curious as it was irritable for her to be so fearless, without any visible reason as to why.

This pondering is interrupted as Kayn follows where her attention had been caught, brows raising as the dragonling spirit rushes by and into her careful embrace. They remain still, processing the scene before them before tension in their shoulders is released with a breath. "If spirits do not want to be touched, they would not physically manifest." A blanket of calm flattens their tone, repeating words they too had once been told. A hand gestures to the spirit floating about her. "What you have here, Elaine, is a little protector." Extending from their hand, a finger reaches out in an attempt to touch the dragonling's snout, which is deftly avoided. The reaction pulls at the warrior's features, but they soon relent with a step back from both the woman and spirit. With their mind made up, Kayn waves their hand around toward the structure behind them. "This temple contains an important monument that connects our realm and your friend's. Come and see."

Without time for her to decide, both Kayn and the acolyte behind her began moving forth. Even as the distance was shortened, the clearing was not a small one. The sky still clung to the low, blue light from the sun's influence, but the land was enshrouded in twilight. In no rush, Kayn's stride matched the foreigner's own as they walked along side her. Watching the flight of her spirit companion. "So you are travelling across Ionia to find every forgotten shrine and deserted temple. And you say it is for learning's sake, but is there something specific you are looking for? An answer to an otherwise unsolvable riddle?" A finger taps their chin once, in thought, head already canting in her direction.

"Tell me, what is it that you're looking to learn from this land?"

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adding this to complete my odyssey kayn playlist

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when i first designed/drew up the metal band au designs i didnt know who else to add as members. and since then we've had kayn/rhaasts followers in lor released soo-

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"-and now I'm trying to get home, sit back and enjoy my evening. When all of a sudden, I hear this agitating, grating voice-"

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the popstar princess gets startled: Dead in her tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes go wide, a trembling hand holding onto the hem of her skirt. The other releases her purse as it falls with a soft 'thud' on the ground. Terrified she looks the other over a few times. Tears start welling up in her eyes. "S-SCARY DRUG DEALER!" She bellows out as she ducks down, arms covering her head. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME MISTER CRIMINAL!!" @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

Even without being drenched in running makeup, Kayn knew their visage could be intimidating to meeker people. Because that's exactly how they liked it. They didn't have time for anyone who couldn't handle something a little out of the ordinary, unafraid to stand out from the crowd. But scaring the populace while stomping around in their boots hadn't been a goal today, it hardly even crossed their mind as they finished their errands through the mall. Having gathered dinner and snack supplies for tonight's session, Kayn was badgering their bandmate with a flurry of annoying messages as the other shoppers were sure to keep out of their way. So when a body in their peripheral vision comes to a standstill, it draws their eyes up from their screen. And then her squealing halts their march entirely.

Her reaction to - what, just the sight of them? - is something to behold, brows raised and lips pulled into a grimace. But worst of all is her false declaration; they really don't need to be accused of being a dealer or a criminal. Did this happen to everyone she ran into with a bit of ink? Wearing some dark clothes? Kayn could have easily passed this dramatic scene with a roll of their eyes. But that incorrect nickname gets teeth grinding together, and threatens to ruin their good mood. With a daring step forward, Kayn leans over her, dark locks and leather framing their patronising response, "... Oh no, a cutesy, chronically online trend-chaser. Please don't record me! The hell's your problem?" Dropping the imitation with a biting conclusion, their posture straightens. Scowling down at the pathetic display, they cant their head and give her a final warning,

"Pick yourself up and piss off."

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we have rockstars at home

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no one on twitter is engaging in my lil metal band au so i will subject the dash to it now

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point of no return

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Youthful limbs tense so that the acolyte stays as still as possible to make the braiding easier for their teacher, despite their eagerness to see the process with their own eyes. So it is helpful that they are given something else to occupy their mind while they sat there. Eyebrows shoot up and mouth stays agape at Zed's plans for them, let alone their new permission. And if that wasn't all, the reminder that their relation was not only student and teacher... but Zed too saw his role as parental... Something soft and vulnerable squirms in their chest, then. wriggling up until it made tears dot at the corners of Kayn's eyes.

"Understood... Zed." Testing the waters with the more familiar name, shoulders meet Kayn's jawline as they're brought up to squeeze their sides in a poor attempt to keep their excitement inside. Eyes are shut tight as the tears are controlled, a single sniffle escaping before they brought their emotions under control. Looking out into the expanding darkness as night's reach crept over the land, determination takes the forefront place of their emotions on display.

"I'll grow it out and take care of it, and I'll train really hard and do everything you say, so I can be as strong as you are!" Feeling that the braid was running out of hair to continue, Kayn finally risks turning their head to meet with Zed's rarely shown eyes. Hands too rough for how small they are twist together to deal with the want to ask something more of him. "And... if you grow your hair long as well, I will braid yours in return once I've learned. If that would be okay."

Zed's smile, hidden beneath the mask, was soft and gentle. That giddiness was something he remembered from his own youth. As short-lived as that smile was. He really should be a better parent to Kayn. There were comparisons between the two, there was an opportunity to give what had been denied to him.

Rather than teach, Zed's idle hands found the strands of Kayn their hair and began to gently comb fingers through before partitioning them. Thinking on how Khada had taught him all those years ago. Even now, memories of the maiden brought forth mixed emotions. But the skills she taught him, he would never forget those. Perhaps one day he could have as long hair as her...

"When we are alone, you can just call me Zed. I will also be moving you to my personal tutelage." Whether Kayn would reach far or not was up to them, but Zed would give them that opportunity. Rather than make them bleed for it as the others had done to him. "I have been too hands-off with your raising. I will correct that."

Slowly the braid continued as Zed let out a low rumbling hum. "So I can also teach you when there is light to burn, for now you should head to bed once this is done."

As for the question? Zed let out a low chuckle, far more menacing than he intended it to be. "I did not have hair long enough to be braid. But she did teach me many other things in return... I'm certain you can grow out long and beautiful hair too." Though he kept to himself that he doubted that Kayn's would be as beautiful as hers. Perhaps because of who she was, what she did. There was a disgusting, ethereal beauty about her that ticked him off. One should not wish to have hair like hers.