I was bored and decided to create a mostly plot-driven RP that involves every champion in the League.
Since there aren't an unlimited supply of champions, it will be on a first come, first serve basis. Here is the current list of champions:
-You can add Vi to the list as well
The plot will be separated by "scenarios." Once I feel enough people have RP'ed a given scenario, then we move on to the next one.
An ancient and extremely guile and crafty void monster by the name of "Lokk" has entered the world through a portal of unknown origins. Lokk is capable of shape-shifting, not only that, but he's also capable of shape-shifting into, and impersonating each and every champion in the League to perfection. Pick a champion, and describe your encounter with Lokk.
-All RPs should take place in the third person. I.E. Darius went to investigate the strange noise. NOT I went to investigate the strange noise.
-In every post, you must state your champion in bold letters at the top of the RP. (You will see what I mean in my post.)
-We will NOT move on to the next scenario until I say so.
-Remember, champions are on a first come first serve basis, but you may exchange with people as long as it's mutual.
-You may include other champions in your RPs as long as they're not taken. When they are taken, you must consult with said owner of champ before including them in your post.
-Although there is no word limit, try not to post one-liners. And on the flip side, please do not post novels either.
Bandle City had some rough spots, there was no doubt about that. And it was not only Teemo's duty to protect the city from others, but from themselves as well.
"Teemo! Mister Teemo!"
A young Yordle boy rushed him, tugging on his boots.
"May I have your autograph mister Teemo?!"
The legendary Yordle had a faint blush etched on his cheeks. You would think he would be used to his fame by now, however whenever he met a fan he was truly humbled.
"You're out awfully late aren't you little guy? Well, who should I make it out to?" Teemo asked, unstrapping his bag and leaning the opposite direction to find a piece of paper and a pen.
"Make it out to me! Lokk!" The boy remarked happily.
"Lokk huh? That's a cool name!" Teemo turned to face the boy with a pleasant smile. He began to press his pen against the paper, but then suddenly stopped. "Um...how exactly do I spell that?"
"It's easy!" The boy responded full of cheer. "It's D-I-E!"
In less than an instant, the boy's voice went from that of a cheerful young Yordle, to an extremely sinister and dark tone. Taken aback, Teemo instantly jumped backwards to place distance between himself and the "boy."
"Who are you?" Teemo asked. His sunny disposition was gone, replaced by what his superiors deemed his "other" self. His voice held a gruff, deathly serious undertone to it. Despite this, he was in no position to demand anything, as he had left his blowgun in his bag, and his bag was in front of the "boy" named Lokk.
"Beware of Noxus, for we have set our eyes on Bandle City!" Lokk said. Before Teemo could follow up with another question, the strange "boy" vanished in thin air.
Luckily, the event occurred at the thick of night, and citizens were not able to witness it. But Teemo did. Somehow, someway, he allowed a Noxian to invade his territory, but even so, there were things that just didn't add up. Why would he simply state that he's from Noxus and leave? If he was truly from Noxus, he would have killed Teemo right then and there. Why the hesitation? Unless....
"Looks like I'll have to pay Noxus a visit."