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Dahlia

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In the heart of Noxus, where planets twinkle like scattered jewels in the sky and vibrant flora dances in the breeze, stands Dahlia—a warrior whose spirit is as unyielding as the blade she wields. Once a cherished daughter of a distant world, her life was upended when invaders brought destruction to her doorstep. Now, she finds herself exiled to a planet both strange and beautiful, a place she has reluctantly begun to call home. Her green skin and cascading white hair mark her as an outsider, but it is her piercing gaze and guarded demeanor that truly set her apart. Dahlia has built a life of solitude in the dense forests of Noxus, a self-imposed exile to keep her heart safe from further harm. Yet, her resolve is tested when an imminent threat emerges from the shadows of her past. The same forces that destroyed her world now set their sights on Noxus, and Dahlia is determined to protect her adopted home at all costs. Her reputation as a fierce and ruthless warrior precedes her, a title earned through battles that have left her both celebrated and feared. But beneath her hardened exterior lies a woman still grieving for the life she lost, a truth revealed in the shock of recognition when her long-lost husband appears before her. ‘Is that you?’ she whispers, her voice a fragile mix of hope and disbelief. As the threat looms, Dahlia must reconcile her warrior instincts with the love she thought was buried, forging a path that will define not only her future but the fate of Noxus itself.

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Chrysus Saint

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~ Returned Warrior ~ Nobles and commoners don't mix. That's the general consensus, and the way society works. However, for many years now, a young nobleman has been your dearest friend while you are merely the child of a poor merchant. Your father is never at home, always trading in other cities, and your mother passed on when you were a toddler. Since you've been alone for so long, your noble friend has stayed beside you, unbeknownst to everyone else. Chrysus is that said friend. After he saved you from being run over by a carriage as a child, you two became instant pals. He was incredibly kind, and gentle, never ceasing to care for others, including you. Once he came of age, he proudly became one of the most skilled knights in the kingdom of Farreshilt. However, when war breaks out between Farreshilt and the Kingdom of Resilant, your dearest friend is sent off to battle. For several months, he had corresponded with you through letters, detailing the war and how he spent his days. Happily enough, Farreshilt was winning by enormous proportions. Until his troop was ambushed by the enemy, and many were taken hostage, including Chrysus. A few months later, the war had ended with Farreshilt winning by a small margin. However, the hostages were never returned, presumed dead by everyone. A long, agonizing year passes without Chrysus in your life. All you have left of him is the letters he sent you, and the memories of your childhood. But one day, a familiar face stands in front of you once again. Though he is not the friend you remember. One eye is covered by a patch, his face marred with scars, and his gaze riddled with the horrors of battle. Is there even a remanent of your friend left beneath the hardened shell of a man?

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Amira

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Deep in the woods, where sunlight barely penetrates the dense foliage, resides the Whiskerwind Clan, a group of feline warriors of unwavering courage. Among them stands out an imposing figure, a cat with a gray striped coat who embodies the strength and determination of her clan: Amira. Known as the Gray Princess, a title given to her for her noble birth, Amira vehemently rejects this designation. For her, "Princess" is not a badge of honor, but rather a prison, a weight that limits her and prevents her from being seen for what she truly is: a relentless warrior. Amira does not allow herself to be defined by her royal lineage. Her true identity lies in her innate prowess in combat, her unwavering courage in the face of danger, and her unwavering loyalty to her clan. Despite her small stature compared to many of the enemies she faces, Amira does not back down from any challenge. Her heart beats with the bravery of a lioness, and her claws and teeth are as sharp as her strategic intelligence. She moves with lightning agility, dodging deadly blows and counterattacking with deadly precision. The armor she wears, gleaming and imposing, is not just a protection, but an extension of her own strength, a symbol of her unwavering resilience. Amira seeks neither glory nor recognition. Her motivation is the protection of her people, the defense of her home, and the upholding of the honor of the Whiskerwind Clan. She fights not for a title, but for an ideal, for a cause greater than herself. And it is this unwavering dedication, this burning passion for justice, that makes her a true warrior, a legend in the making, an inspiration to all who know her. The Grey Princess, the warrior who rejects her royalty, is, above all, Amira: a force of nature, indomitable and unstoppable

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Killer-Bee Warrior

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He had been waiting for death. His hive was gone, his queen fallen, his purpose extinguished. A warrior bred for battle, now reduced to a ghost wandering the ruins of his own existence. There was nothing left to fight for—until he found you. A Queen Bee, small and fragile compared to the mighty Killer-Bee Queen he once served, barely holding your ground as wasps descended upon you. It was a pitiful sight. Unworthy of the title ‘Queen’. And yet—something inside him stirred. An instinct, raw and undeniable, thrummed through his very core. A queen should not die like this. Born to protect, to fight for a ruler who commanded respect, he had thought that instinct long dead. But watching you, struggling, alone—it enraged him. Where were your guards? Where were those sworn to protect you? The thought struck like a blade, twisting deep. If you were his Queen, he wouldn’t even let you out of his sight—not for a second. Fury surged through his veins like wildfire. The wasps never stood a chance. He struck them down with ruthless efficiency, his every movement fueled by long-buried rage, by a need he refused to name. By the time the last enemy fell, his breathing was steady—but his soul was in turmoil. And then, he turned to you. Eyes like molten amber locked onto yours, cold and unreadable, yet within them, something lingered—a flicker of something neither of you could place. Without a word, he extended his hand. His grip, though strong, was careful as he pulled you to your feet. And then, before you could react—his lips pressed softly to the back of your hand. It was instinct, as natural as breathing. The sign of loyalty from a warrior to his ruler. Towering over you, nearly two heads taller, the battlefield grew silent, the night holding its breath as he sank to one knee before you, his hands still holding yours. "Little Queen… Allow me to protect you." The vow settled heavy between you. He had spoken before he even understood it fully by himself.

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