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She perks, allowing the vine to fall back. Her arms rest by her side and she watches him, quiet for a moment. She misses her home sometimes, a feeling that is strange and surreal; it wells up inside of her chest like a heavy, sinking stone. But she does not miss starving.

"I was born there," Zyra states, brows raising with interest. She looks the youth over, from the tangles of blonde hair to the smudges on his shoes, and wonders how he could survive. She meets his gaze again, eyes flickering to look for something.

"If you have questions, I can answer," she offers.

"I can see those tell tale signs telling me that I was on your mind."

A sheepish smile edges across his lips, and the explorer offers a short, helpless smile.

"You’re from Kumungu, right?" He asks with a flash of teeth. "I can’t help it. Any explorer would be curious."

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He did not seem inclined to threaten her though everything about him filled her with a sense of disgust, the same way one would feel about rancid meat or spoiled milk. Even his voice was ill, wrought with something wrong and dark and sick. It left Zyra interested, though, the sort of corruption that surrounded him was almost alluring. 

She began to approach him, slowly, carefully, heels digging ever so slightly into the soft ground. She had all the grace of a woman bred of nobility, carried herself with an air of indulgence, confidence, and disinterest. "No, there is no harm in curiosity," she repeated. Her own voice shifted between almost normal and something more arcane.

"A pretty flower you say?" Zyra hummed, stopping in front of him. One hand moved up, cupping the side of her face, long, red claws resting against her skin. "Where was this pretty flower?" A smile found its way to her lips. 

Empty lavender pools stared blankly, observing every move and expression that the woman — creature? — made without seeming like he was paying any attention at all. She was elegant, he noted, despite the way she might appear flawed and inhuman.

Much like Varus, in fact, who carried a dancer’s grace even in his state of prolonged death, betraying the way that he loved to dance with his wife and then, later, his son. He chose not to remember these things, especially when there were others present, but it didn’t change the fact that even now his body spoke of grace.

The look of disgust was not something that he was surprised to see — so used to it was Varus that his gaze drifted slightly to the side, the way one would do when they had seen an action or mistake be committed a thousand times before. They were wrong to think so lowly of him, of course they were, but Varus grew tired of arguing; grew tired of people not understanding the word justice.

Zyra’s prey didn’t bother him in the least, as he was more than accustomed to blood by now, and were he ever given the desire to eat any more, surely he would have done something similar.

"I was walking," he claimed, and his voice was twisted and violent like it was trying to attack his vocal chords, "and I saw a pretty little flower. Curiosity is no crime." 

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TWO CUTE ZYRA FACTS

Zyra's ears (which are very plant-like) quiver when she hears things or is listening intently. They will also wilt when she's sad.

She has freckles, except they only show up when light hits her skin. They appear as lighter, luminescent spots, giving her a translucent look. You can see what I mean here.

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He had caught her by surprise, a feat that was hard to do when the earth whispered in her ears. The leaf like extensions by her hair quivered and abruptly, she looked up. Zyra was crouched before a spring of water, one hand resting just below the surface. She had seemed at peace but the sudden realization that someone else was there broke it. Now she was on guard, shoulders tense, eyes wary though a small smile adorned her face.

She looked the intruder over with care before her gaze settled on the strange darkness encasing his limbs. Something in Zyra gave a violent wretch and she looked, for a moment, disgusted. Sickness, disease, corruption, kill it and throw it away-

Her expression relaxed. She stood, slowly, carefully, long limbed and graceful but with an air of threat that belied her lovely appearance. She was grasping, in one hand, the corpse of a rabbit, blood still dripping from a single wound. Her fist tightened.

"You surprised me," Zyra stated, head tilting with human curiosity. "Why are you here?"

Few things interested him now; since the war that had taken away everything he’d ever cared for, Varus found his curiosity stuck at a rather flat disinterest for the entirely of the world around him ever since. 

Still, there was something curious about this woman, and Varus found that he didn’t draw his bow right away, thought at one point he might have. Instead, he stood tall and steady, holding surprising elegance despite his corruption, as his sanguine scarf and silvery hair caught a passing wind.

He didn’t speak, but made no move to strike or leave either, remaining entirely still, like a deer on the lookout for predators, though Varus couldn’t be further from prey.

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Zyra isn't particularly interested in the boy but she's not a fool. She spends most of her time observing others and why would he be an exception? She folds her arms loosely across her chest, lips drawn into a slight smirk as he admits to her accusations.

"Yes. That would be correct," she answers. One of her hands reach out and Zyra lets a thorn covered vine brush against the side of his face. Her head tilts. "Do you have questions?"

"I can see those tell tale signs telling me that I was on your mind."

A sheepish smile edges across his lips, and the explorer offers a short, helpless smile.

"You’re from Kumungu, right?" He asks with a flash of teeth. "I can’t help it. Any explorer would be curious."

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"I can be both plant-"

She was interrupted by the feel of the woman touching places that should not have been felt. Zyra's vivid eyes flashed to her and instantly, a vine had snapped out, curling tight around the other's. A slow, predatory smile spread across the stranglethorn's face.

"You speak of personal space, but what is this?" she teased, a sharpness to her voice that would suggest a threat. "Do I interest you?"

"Woah, woah, hold on. You're… like, green. And leafy. You ok?" (aneyefortheevolution)

Zyra’s lips twist into a smirk, eyes narrowing with bemusement at the girl’s questions. “Have you not seen a plant before?” she inquired, taking a step forward to hold her arms out. The vines encircling them twisted, reaching to touch the other’s face. “I have never been so okay.”

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another body for the gutter

10+ years roleplay experience (but new to tumblr roleplaying).

Paragraph style, but hey I’ll try anything once.

Singleverse.

NSFW friendly.

Casual and serious.

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I view Zyra as chaotic/neutral evil. She doesn't have good intentions in the least but for now, sits on them so she can explore Runeterra. But it's sort of difficult for me because I rarely play characters that are evil.

Zyra seems... not harmless, but not outright malicious, but that's almost entirely because she has no reason at the moment to be. She's curious, trying to fit in as a human while still retaining her own sense of identity, but she also doesn't have strong morals and is very much so "do what I want". She wants to learn and discover things, but at the end of the day, I imagine Zyra has a lot of ill intent towards Runeterra and its inhabitants.

She doesn't want to destroy Runeterra, but she wants it to become a second home, much like Kumungu - a place that is dangerous, terrifying, and strangely beautiful. And this means creating an amalgamation of it, much like how her own form is. She sees Runeterra as having castles covered in vines, houses that have trees growing out of them, endless forests, and probably no actual technology. 

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► Character Flaws!

Toss some numbers in my inbox and the character I should answer them for.

1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them? 2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they? 3. Name one or more of their bad habits. 4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.) 5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends? 6. Their romantic relationships? 7. What is the biggest mistake they’ve ever made? 8. What mistake(s) do they continue to make/have not learned from? 9. Name some of their major physical shortcomings. 10. Some of their emotional shortcomings? 11. What are their intellectual shortcomings? 12. At least one thing that they tend to overreact to. 13. In what ways might they be overly negative and/or pessimistic? 14. Is there anything they are too optimistic about? 15. How might they be ignorant or prejudiced? 16. Do they have any behaviors and/or beliefs that cannot be adequately justified? 17. When would they be too judgmental of someone or something? 18. Are they ever a pushover about something? If so, how? 19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about? 20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

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30 Greek Mythology Headcanons

Achilles: What is your greatest flaw? Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret? Antigone: What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done? Aphrodite: Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’d never have expected to feel for? Apollo: What’s the worst illness you’ve suffered from? Ares: What angers you the most? Artemis: Is there anything or anyone you would protect fiercely? Astyanax: What is the most tragic thing to have happened to you or involving you? Athene: When was your strongest and bravest moment? Clytemnestra: Have you ever done anything unforgivable out of lust? Demeter: What would you most grieve for if it was taken from you? Dionysus: What was your most unruly moment? Hades: Have your actions ever caused a great number of people to suffer? Helen: Do you have any spur-of-the-moment actions you regret? Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which? Hera: What are your views on marriage, and how - if at all - would you like to be wed? Hermes: Where would you most like to go, or where is your favourite place to be? Hestia: Where do you feel most at home? Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain? Medea: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done out of spite? Medusa: Have you ever been punished with anything you feel you didn’t deserve? Midas: Has anything you’ve ever wished for really backfired? Nike: What was your greatest victory? Oedipus: With hindsight, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received? Persephone: What is your favourite season? Phaedra: Have you ever lusted after someone you shouldn’t have? Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it? Thetis: What’s the most you’ve ever done for your loved ones? Zeus: What thing are you most hypocritical of?

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"I did not take you for one so loyal," Zyra mused, head tilting as she watched him. "Why do your kind have such a need for leaders? Are you not content to lead yourselves?"

"My," Zyra hummed, "What a handsome devil." She bit the corner of her mouth, one hand raised so that her long nails drummed against her lips. "Is this how all Noxians are built?"

A single brow rose in response to Zyra’s sudden appearance and, surprisingly enough, the Hand of Noxus smiled at her compliment. “No, not all of us are built this way. Though my fellow Noxians are keen on trying to be.”

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The strange human feeling of pride swelled up in her chest. If he had only seen her withered, husk like form! Consuming the fighting sorceress would have been nothing short of inspiring.

"It is dangerous there. I do not think even you would survive. What is a Grand General? Is he important to you?"

"My," Zyra hummed, "What a handsome devil." She bit the corner of her mouth, one hand raised so that her long nails drummed against her lips. "Is this how all Noxians are built?"

A single brow rose in response to Zyra’s sudden appearance and, surprisingly enough, the Hand of Noxus smiled at her compliment. “No, not all of us are built this way. Though my fellow Noxians are keen on trying to be.”

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10. First kiss

Her arms draped over the Noxian's shoulders and Zyra searched through various memories for the right one. She was the sorceress, lips against another, the kiss warm and soft. Another memory, something more intense, more savage, teeth and tongue. A last memory, a good-bye kiss, tender and sweet and filled with sorrow. How could a single action have so many different meanings? She bit her lip hard between her teeth and looked at the Noxian's face. There were too many options for something that should have been simple. It was a kiss, not a puzzle, but all the memories made it a haphazard drawing she had to piece together herself. Her nails pressed into the back of his neck, frustration building up. Zyra let out a sharp breath.

Something tender. Something sweet. Those had been the nice memories, the simpler ones that did not have a disaster of feelings tied in.

She pressed a hand to the side of his face (it felt strange to do so, as if she were trying too hard to pretend to be something else) but the other remained against his neck, her nails still pressed into his skin to give away her frustrations. "You are so - handsome," she murmured (the kisses in her thoughts were led with compliments but to praise another for the sake of it was foreign.) Her lips pressed rough against his own and it was clear Zyra was attempting affection, but her own inexperience was obvious. The hand on his face curled, claws digging in, and after a moment, she broke the kiss and looked at him, eyes narrowed. She looked agitated and even upset at her lack of knowledge with her lower lip drawn up between her teeth.

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She made a sound of agreement, thinking to the sorceress who had come across her and the humans she had first seen. Frail and weak and unable to protect themselves. Then there were the ones like Darius, built with power and survival.

His question earned a look of excitement. She moved her hands along herself. "I was a plant once, a starving and dying one... the last of my kind. A sorceress came along and so I snared her with my thorns. As I consumed her, her powers filled me. I took what remained of her and made a vessel for myself." She paused and looked to Darius, face lit with enthusiasm.

"Have you been to the Kumungu Jungle?"

"My," Zyra hummed, "What a handsome devil." She bit the corner of her mouth, one hand raised so that her long nails drummed against her lips. "Is this how all Noxians are built?"

A single brow rose in response to Zyra’s sudden appearance and, surprisingly enough, the Hand of Noxus smiled at her compliment. “No, not all of us are built this way. Though my fellow Noxians are keen on trying to be.”