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✖ PLAYER:
Name & DW Journal: Quinn [personal profile] teufel
Birthdate & Age: October 8th - 18
Characters played in Zodion: N/A

✖ CHARACTER:
Name:Emilia (Evaine) LeBlanc
Canon: League of Legends
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Info links: Who's a sexy bitch? You are!
Canon Point: Post Journal of Justice #31
Gender & Sex: Female / Female
Age: 30
Birthdate/Sign: November 1st / Scorpio

LeBlanc's birthday was never specified. As far as her personality goes, I believe that Scorpio fits her. She comes off as a very intense, sensual person. However, she is also known throughout Runeterra for her ruthlessness and sadism when her enemies are involved.


Tattoo: The tattoo is on the base of her neck and is around the size of a line of Scrabble pieces.

Power: ETHEREAL CHAINS

LeBlanc flings illusionary chains in a line towards a target location. If it hits an enemy unit, it will deal initial damage and leash to the target, slowing their movement speed while the leash remains. If the target remains leashed after 2 seconds, the target takes additional damage and is snared for two seconds.

ORIGINAL:

Cooldown: 10 seconds
Range: 950
Leash Range: 1000

NERFED (TOO OP):

Cooldown: In Zodion she can only preform the spell every 10 minutes instead of 10 seconds.
Range: 350 yards instead of 950.
Leash Range: 500 yards instead of 100.


Personality:

A trickster, a traitor, and everything else that is definitely not legit--that basically sums LeBlanc up in a nutshell. LeBlanc will go to any means to get what she wants and does not care about what the consequences are...for you. Compassion is something that she either appears to not have or is faked when she needs it.

She is, as are most other Noxians, hardened and desensitized to the cruel and unfair world around her. LeBlanc does not pity the weak. She does, however, reward the strong. However, her 'rewards' are like a double edged sword and do tend to bite the receiver's ass later on in life. Sadism is not beyond her and neither is lying, cheating, or stealing to get what she wants. Manipulating those around her isn't just a hobby--it's a way of life.

Being truthful is something she save for (some) Black Rose members and Jericho Swain. Anyone else will almost always be lied to, unless the information she has to give is of no importance to her. As much as LeBlanc is a fighter, she is also a skilled politician. Lying is merely a tool to get LeBlanc the things she needs to make the Black Rose as successful as possible.

Like any other human, she desires positive physical and social contact. However, she tends to only seek out the most basic of things from others. Sex is something she regularly seeks out, mainly because it satisfies her physical wants and (to a very small extent) satisfies her emotional wants as well. She has accepted the fact that a relationship would more than likely be her undoing. Although she is extremely fond of Jericho Swain, neither of them have made any move whatsoever to solidify a relationship. Both of them wish to take on the world and rule it--love would simply hinder them.

'Truthfully', LeBlanc is a very lonely person, but she understands that her position in life leads most people to either fear her or hate her. Over the years, she has come to terms with this, but at times she sometimes wishes that she was still Evaine. (Although the only one who is possibly aware of this is Jericho.)

LeBlanc still possesses the same whimsy that Evaine had. She loves teasing people and toying with their emotions. (Esepcially Demacians.) The woman can come across as a fun-loving person and a flirt. On a good day she'll dance about when she's not working (and sing in the shower when she thinks no one is listening). There is a very much human side to the Deceiver, it's just a shame that side of her is so rare to see.

✖ SAMPLES:

"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:

[LeBlanc smiles, eyes full of a childish sort of amusement as she speaks.]

Oh, this is a very cute bit of magic, isn't it? The tattoo itself is just a tick trashy, but I suppose ignoring its looks isn't beyond me...

[The sorceress trails off, lips pursing as she pouts. Inwardly, she is certainly worrying about the war brewing at home, but not even the sharpest of eyes could tell. LeBlanc chuckles and shakes her head. Well, today was off to an interesting start.]

And who might my fellow trapped citizens be? Surely there is a willing, handsome young man about that would be willing to show a lady around the city, hm?

[She smirks.]

Oh, but I do wonder. A city full of supposed doom--and they say that the truest opponent lies within oneself.

"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:

"You lied to me!" The man shrieked in pain as golden chains wrapped around him, searing his flesh. LeBlanc smiled, eyes revealing nothing but the man's own reflection as she stared him down. "You said you loved me!"

"Oh, darling, I love a lot of people." The chains tightened. "Think of this as me embracing you, loving you as you so call it." His eyes bulged as he choked, the chain around his neck even tighter than the others. "You've something I desire, something you stole from me." Suddenly, LeBlanc giggled. "Where is it darling~? Tell me, wherever did you hide my staff?"

The chains disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Her lover collapsed, blood oozing out of the marks the chains had left. "I wanted to make you mine! I thought that if the staff--gone--then I could keep you--make it so that you couldn't..." He wheezed as he found the strength to stand. "Couldn't be with any others."

LeBlanc paused, eyes widened as she contemplated what to do next. "Honestly." She wasn't able to stop herself from laughing a little. "My powers are derived from my very soul, child, something which you will never have." With a flick of her wrist a large, glowing orb sailed over to the man and exploded on impact. His body smashed against the wall before flopping to the ground. LeBlanc licked a bit of blood that had splattered onto her lower lip and sighed. "My, and this mansion is so large. It could be--oh, no, wait. Of course~"

Men were predictable, stupid creatures. The journal the man wrote in every night would surely tell of his plans--she had flipped through it weeks ago and had found that even then he wished to 'keep his beautiful flower to himself'. LeBlanc meandered over to the bed and lifted up the mattress. Bingo. "You thought you knew me, darling, but LeBlanc is far older than 'your beautiful flower'. Such a shame, you were a riot in bed too." As Leblanc found the page she was looking for, a small smile spread across her lips.

Dreams were dreams, but she'd be damned if things, in the end, didn't go her way.

But they didn't.

LeBlanc woke with a start, head jerking upward as she reached for her staff--it wasn't there. "What in Valoran's name?" She muttered to herself, rubbing the back of her neck as she took in her surroundings. A slab of stone which, she assumed, had been her bed--and a small device with a letter set beside it. The sorceress hopped off the stone slab and wandered over to the mirror, hand still pressed against the base of her neck.

She turned, straining her neck so she could get a good view of what was causing the soreness--a tattoo, and a downright shabby one at that. "Well..." LeBlanc's eyes narrowed. "Whoever did this could have at least chosen a better color, something that went well with my hair..." Her lips pursed as she turned her attention back toward the device and letter.

Perfectly smooth fingertips plucked the letter away from its resting place. She opened the envelope, careful to not tear what was held within.

Dearest Evaine,

It is with great urgency that we welcome you to Zodion. For your beauty and grace you have been chosen from among all the times and galaxies to aid us.

This world and yours are in great peril, threatened by forces that wish to bring an end to all that you know and cherish. Only we Twelve can stand against them, but our battle has been long and the power we wield is not what it once was. In the days to come, your assistance will be vital. The task before you is one that only you can accomplish.

Go forth, we implore you, and worship. The fate of the cosmos depends on it.

~The Twelve
♈ ♉ ♊ ♋ ♌ ♍ ♎ ♏ ♐ ♑ ♒ ♓


"My, my, my. How very interesting." Her tone was level as she refolded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope. Plucking the communication device off the table, LeBlanc couldn't shake the feeling that the note held some truth to it.
She could only hope that the Grand General was fine on his own. After all, prior to this occurrence they had each other to confide in. Now, it seemed as if the two of them were very much alone.
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Name: Quinn
Personal Journal: [personal profile] teufel
Contact: Skype @ majesticmagikarp || AIM @ voidrays
Other Characters Played: N/A
Are you 18 or over? 17. Turning 18 on October 8th.

Canon: League of Legends
Character: Sona Buvelle
Timeline: Journal of Justice #031 || 21 May, 22 CLE

Personality:

Beautiful and graceful, Sona Buvelle is a force to be reckoned with despite what first impressions may imply. Being mute and an orphan, the first few years of her life were hardly the easiest. Despite the conditions that she grew up in, Sona was and always will be quiet and mannered. Although she can communicate telepathically, the musician is completely content with simply plucking the strings of her etwahl.

Despite her handicap, the young musician is portrayed as a force to be reckoned with. She took it upon herself to master the etwahl. (The etwahl is a magical instrument that she uses to channel magic!) Over time she became more and more powerful of her own accord, eventual to the point where she became a Champion. In the world of Runeterra, Champions are considered the cream of the crop as far as warriors go--human and non-human alike.

Although Sona is more than capable of killing, she mainly uses her magic for healing. She enjoys helping others, especially when it comes to aiding allies on the battlefield. However, despite her manners and outward kindness, Sona is also known to possess a bit of a mischievous side. At one point she joined a band called Pentakill, which consisted of her and a few of her undead friends. Even though she appears to be sweet and innocent, Sona has a taste for the occult and certainly doesn't mind getting a bit of blood on her hands.

Overall, Sona is a woman that exudes confidence and grace. Although she faces many dangers within and outside of the League, she isn't afraid to take on the world or anyone that would dare try to take away her beloved etwahl. The Maven may be willing to heal others, but that does not mean that she will refrain from striking them down if they try to harm her.



Background:

As a baby Sona was found at the doorstep of an Ionian adoption facility. Her origins are unknown and Sona was never able to recall who or what her family was. Curiously enough, she was found rested against a mythical instrument called an etwahl. Although her case was a mysterious one, the facility took the baby in with open arms.

From babe to child, Sona remained silent. At first the adoption center presumed she was afraid to speak, but as the years went by it became more and more apparent that she was mute. Growing up, Sona had been told that she would easily find a family to love and care for her. Despite how quiet she was, she rarely threw temper tantrums and, for the most part, was a very sweet, mild girl.

However, when prospective families came to visit her they were quick to cast her aside upon finding out that she was a mute. The adoption centers' workers began to grow desperate as Sona came closer and closer to being of age. Even though her etwahl was the only thing Sona ever owned, the workers auctioned it off for a large sum of money. The loss of her beloved instrument distressed the young girl, but when she thought that she'd never see her etwahl again, it would mysteriously find its way back to the girl.

Over time Sona became known throughout Ionia is the mysterious orphan girl that was in possession of an ancient, perhaps even cursed instrument. The rumors attracted a rich, Demacian noble named Lestara Buvelle. Sona was adopted immediately after her first meeting with Lestara. Even though she was a bit taken aback by the woman's kindness, Sona found that her move to Demacia was far easier than she first believed it would be.

As Lestara taught Sona how to make use of her instrument, Sona found that she and the instrument were inseparable. The legendary instrument, for some unknown reason, had chosen Sona to be its master. As months rolled by her connection with the etwahl grew. In that time Sona found that, along with music, her instrument was capable of much, much more.

Throughout all of Runeterra, Sona became a celebrity due to her ability to play her etwahl so skillfully. She was able to manipulate the emotions of her audience with merely a pluck of a chord. With very minimal effort the young woman was capable of moving an audience to tears or into uncontrollable laughter.

Growing more curious of what her etwahl was capable of, Sona found that her instrument could even be used as a weapon. She was able to command her etwahl to slice through objects--a deadly and effective way to defend herself, surely. It took her mere months to master the craft, but she knew of only one place where she would be able to make use of her powers. Sona joined the League of Legends, as she knew that the organization was the only place that would be willing to let her play such a deadly tune.


''Her melody moves the soul, her silence sunders the body.''
-- Jericho Swain, after attending her concert



Abilities/Additional Notes:

Hymn of Valor Sona plays the Hymn of Valor, granting nearby allied champions bonus Damage and Ability Power. Additionally, casting this ability sends out bolts of sound, dealing magic damage to the nearest two enemy champions or monsters.
Persistent Aura: Sona plays the Hymn of Valor, increasing nearby allied champions Damage and Ability Power by 4/8/12/16/20.

Power Chord - Staccato: Deals double power chord damage.

Aria of Perseverance Sona plays the Aria of Perseverance, granting nearby allied champions bonus Armor and Magic Resist. Additionally, casting this ability sends out healing melodies, healing Sona and a nearby wounded ally.
Persistent Aura: Sona plays the Aria of Perseverance, increasing nearby allied champions fortitude/defenses. 


Power Chord - Diminuendo: Reduces the target's total damage output by 20% for 4 seconds.

Song of Celerity - Casting this ability energizes nearby allies with a burst of speed.

Power Chord - Tempo: Slows the target by 40% for 2 seconds.

Crescendo Sona plays her ultimate chord. This forces her targets to dance and it also deals damage to them over time.
 
Power Chord - After casting 3 spells, Sona's next attack deals bonus magic damage in addition to a bonus effect depending on what song Sona is currently playing. (It's like a one up only cooler.)

Manipulation of Emotions-- By playing songs Sona can manipulate what someone feels in subtle ways. She cannot physically force someone to do anything with her magic, but she can make them feel happy, sad, et cetera. 

Telepathic Communication-- Although Sona is mute, she can communicate with people telepathically. I've decided that, since she mainly speaks to her Summoner, she will only be able to speak telepathically with one person at a time. So, in other words, no brain wave PSAs to all of Adstringendum for her. 

Mage-- Outside of the League the mages of Runeterra are capable of many different types of magic. In her fandom's writings she has been seen slamming doors open via magic, etc, but in battle the abilities given above will be what she mainly uses. Although Sona is persistent with her sorcery, she's certainly not godlike and is definitely human.

Note-- Outside of her magic and sorcery, Sona is just a young woman. She possesses the strength and stamina of an average woman in her twenties, nothing more than that. 

Sample Journal Post:

['How can one seek order through music when one is unwilling to listen?' Sona plucks a chord idly before turning the video recorder on. The Maven's gown billows in the wind as she tilts her head to the side.

Wide, doe like eyes reflect the confusion she feels. Letters on a glowing screen simply aren't enough to show what she feels--order must be found through music.

She begins her symphony. It's a simple one with soft, gentle notes. Those that are willing to listen are sure to feel her anxiousness and a longing for home (where ever that may be), but still, her question stands:

Is there anyone there willing to listen?]


Sample RP:

From the balcony of her room, Sona watched the sun sink past the horizon. The cobblestone streets and houses surrounding her Demacian manor appeared to be gold in hue. Her manor was gated, so she was at least able to have some sort of privacy inside of her home, but outside was a different story.  Sona was leaving for Noxus tomorrow, as she had a concert scheduled by the Grand General himself. Of course, when he asked her to preform she had been inclined to agree. Demacian and Noxian policies hardly perturbed her. If there was a discrepancy between the two nations, she intended to be neutral.  Her music was what she lived for, not arguments between ruffled up noblemen.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a boy waving to her from beyond the gates to her home. He waved a bouquet  of flowers in the air, some of the bright pink petals twirling about in the wind as they were shaken off the buds. In most cases she would simply wave and then close the doors to her balcony, but the uniform the boy was wearing caught her eye. The local orphanage required  the young boys and girls to wear uniforms on schooldays. Something tugged at her heart. At first she wasn't sure why she felt like amusing the boy, but the hopeful glimmer in his eyes felt oh so similar.

With a flick of her wrist the gates opened. Some onlookers glanced at the scene curiously, as it was a rare day that the gates of the Buvelle household opened unannounced. Sona floated down from the balcony, etwahl floating beside her as she approached him. "Hey, hey!" He jumped up and down before he ran over to the Maven, holding the flowers out to her. "Miss Booveel--Buvehll--Uh--" He paused, nose wrinkling as he struggled to pronounce her name. "Well, these are for you!" Upon closer inspection the pink daises were all ready wilting, that didn't matter to the Maven. The flowers star-crossed fans brought her couldn't compare to something that was so pure and innocent. 

Sona took the bouquet from the boy in one arm and smiled at him. She plucked a few chords of inquiry as the boy shuffled his feet. 

"Oh? Me?" Even now, the notes were more than enough to get her point across. "I'm Ben! And I wanna be just like you when I grow up!" The clock struck six and the boy jumped. "Oh--curfew..." He mumbled to himself, shoulders drooping as he realized that he had to go back to the orphanage. Sona merely shook her head and ruffled his hair with her free hand.  The boy--Ben--laughed merrily and waved before trotting off. The Maven played a few notes of farewell as the gates closed and all grew quiet.

Sona looked down at the wilting flowers, her etwahl floating around her idly as her eyebrows furrowed together. This was what made everything worth it. At the end of the day if she could make people like Ben happy, then all of her work was worth it. She held the flowers close to her chest as she reentered her home. In the end, it was the little things in life that made it worth living.




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I always forget that I have this thing. Either way, bit of an update about what has been happening. 

❥ I got a job writing/copy editing for SoloMid. It's a gaming company and the job itself is pretty fun. Atm I'm averaging at about $17-20 an hour.

❥ Fall Semester has begun! I'm taking Intro to Sociology, Intro to Journalism, Western History to 1877, and Human Biology.

❥ The high school will FINALLY be sending me my transcripts in December. I just need to finish these two classes online. Being a scumbag and milking the free college courses for as long as possible is well worth it. I'll only need to pay for 9 credits and then I'll have my A.A.!

❥ My Grandfather is on his deathbed. They've given him 2 months to live.

❥ My friend's diabetes and failing organs are catching up with him. He's been given 2 years to live if he doesn't find an organ donor.

❥ Another friend of mine is turning himself in October 22nd and will spend 3 1/2 years in prison.

❥ My mother is extremely ill right now. Celiac Disease or whatever it's called is a real douche when it goes uncontrolled for long periods of time.

❥ I'm losing my health insurance for a few months.

❥ I got to go to PAX Prime in Seattle. It was fun! This trip also got me into Magic the Gathering.

In other news, I really miss rping :c I need a distraction from all this shit going on.
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STATS

 
Health350 (+80)Attack damage44 (+2.77)
Health regen.4.5 (+0.55)Attack speed0.615 (+2.55%)
Mana250 (+56)Armor9 (+3.8)
Mana regen.6.3 (+0.6)Magic res.30
Range475Mov. speed305
 

Abilities

Version 1.0

Furor
(Innate): Keres' rage increases surrounding allies' attack damage by +5.

Radius: 1,000

AbilityDescriptionLeveling up

Pestilent Strike
(Active/Skillshot): Keres fires a bolt of energy that damages her target over a period of 5 seconds. During the duration of the spell, the target is also silenced for a very short period of time.
  • Cooldown: 10 Seconds
  • Range: 600

Cost: 40 / 50 / 60 / 70 / 80 mana

Magic Damage: 70 / 115 / 160 / 205 / 260 (+0.5 per ability power)

Silence Duration: 1 / 1.00 / 1.20 / 1.50 / 1.75 seconds


Soothing Wave
(Active)  Skill Shot– On ally cast: Keres sends a wave of calming energy at her target, healing for a small amount of HP.


On enemy cast:  If an enemy walks into the spell it soothes them, slowing them by 3% for 2 seconds.

  • Range: 600

Cost: 90 / 110 / 130 / 150 / 170 mana

Cooldown: 15 Seconds

Heals For: 75 /125 / 175 / 225 / 275 (+0.35 per AP)

 


Mind Invasion
(Active) – On Enemy (skillshot) : Keres invades her target's mind and stuns said target.

(Passive) – Surrounding Allies: Allied champions near Keres gain +2% movement speed for 3 seconds.

  • Cooldown: 10 seconds
  • Range: 700

Cost: 60 / 70 / 80 / 90 / 100 mana

Stun Duration: 1.15 seconds

Magic Damage: 30 / 65 / 85 /120 / 155 (+0.5 per ability power)


Blood Rush
(Active): Keres becomes spiteful and gains +15% movement speed as well as +.5% of her maximum AP.  Its aura grants her allies +2 AD / +2 AP per level and increases their movement speed by 7.5%. 
  • Cost: 250 mana
  • Range: 900

Cooldown: 120 / 110 / 100 seconds

 Duration: 10 seconds


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Emilia LeBlanc (Evaine)
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Lore As We Know It:

Every city has its dark side, even one whose reputation is already of a questionable hue. Noxus - though its name is already invoked with a mixture of reverence and revulsion - is no exception to this simple truth. Deep within the winding dungeons that honeycomb the earth beneath its dark, meandering streets lies the real underbelly of this sprawling metropolis, a haven for all manner of malevolence. Amongst the cults, covens, and secret societies that call this labyrinth their home, LeBlanc, the Deceiver, presides over the Black Rose, a remnant from a lost, yet similarly unscrupulous time in Noxian history. Ruthless and seemingly ageless, LeBlanc and her ilk were a mainstay in Noxian political affairs during the era before the militarization of the Noxian government. In those days, this guild of powerful magicians met in secret to further their hidden agenda, and to hone a craft more subtle than that preferred by those currently in power.

While their exact motives have always remained mysterious, it was widely believed that the Black Rose was the true power behind the throne while the aristocracy still reigned in Noxus. When raw martial prowess became the ultimate determination of whose will held sway in the Empire, the Black Rose seemed to vanish overnight. Many believed that perhaps their time had simply passed, and that its members had put aside their quests for social and political dominance. When LeBlanc reemerged at the gates of the Institute of War, however, it became clear that these masters of shadow and flame had simply been biding their time, waiting for a new global authority to emerge: the League of Legends. --(League Lore)

The Past//Evaine: Born into a low class family, not a soul in the world knew of Evaine's potential until far later in her life. Her father a butler and her mother a seamstress, Evaine seemed to be destined to follow in her mother's footsteps and learn to simply sew. For the most part, Evaine had no complaints. She was known to be a rather placid girl, always doing as her parents told her to do.

Education was one thing that the girl lacked. Although her father knew how to read, his knowledge was minimal. Her mother, on the other hand, possessed no prior education. When her father had the time, he taught LeBlanc what he could, but her education consisted of about an hour to two hours of lessons every few days.

At the age of fifteen, things began to change for Evaine. She began to notice that with a mere thought she was able to will any imperfections on her face to simply disappear. In secret, she practiced her illusions until one day she was even able to make a double of herself. Upon mastering the skill, she presented her powers to her mother and father. Needless to say, they were impressed with their daughter and proud of her for having something that they did not.

Magical capabilities, of course, ran in her mother's side of the family. Her mother possessed a small amount of arcane abilities--she too could create illusions, but hers were minimal compared to what Evaine was capable of.

It was not long until Evaine began to desire more than a needle and thread. She recognized that her affinity toward the arcane held great potential, so Evaine began to seek out others that possessed abilities similar to hers. This is how she stumbled upon 'The Black Rose' and how she eventually became the Matron herself.

The Matron gave her the name "Emilia LeBlanc", but it would not be until she grew older that her title the Deceiver would come into play. At first, LeBlanc was hesitant in being as cruel as the Matron could be. It took some time for her to become desensitized to lying, cheating, stealing, and killing her way to the top. It was only when the Matron revealed her age and passed on the role of Matron to LeBlanc that she fully recognized the fact that would never be known as Evaine again.

Receiving the title of Matron signified the day that Evaine, for the most part, was dead and gone.

The Present//LeBlanc: Known as Matron to some and Emilia Leblanc to most, the woman made a name for herself that far surpassed that of a seamstress. Educated and refined, LeBlanc is the perfect picture of beauty, temptation, deceit, and betrayal. There is perhaps only one that could be called LeBlanc's friend and that would be Jericho Swain.

Over the years they became fast friends, as they both possessed a desire for power and each had specific goals that the two of them respected. Jericho is also the only person that she allowed for him to call her by her true name, Evaine. The simple gesture was to signify a significant amount of trust that no one else in the world had the honor of being given. LeBlanc wished to bring about the revival of the Black Rose and subsequently Noxus--her friendship and camaraderie with Jericho Swain further pressed those issues.

Although she was lying low for quite some time, her entering the League signified that the Black Rose was back in action. Emilia prepared herself for more lies and more manipulations. Her aims, although skewed, are meant to take care of those that she commands. Leblanc busied herself with readying others for the inevitable war and most importantly, the Black Rose's rise to new found power.

Behind the Mask//Evaine: At one point in her life Evaine was a sweet, demure girl. Although she was known for being very good at glossing over mistakes with little white lies, she rarely crossed her parents and did what was demanded of her.

To friends she was known as whimsical with a love for the supernatural and occult. Many other young girls found her to be quite intimidating, simply because she easily caught the attention of boys and easily made friends with girls that wished to be like her.

Despite how she appeared to be sweet, even Evaine had a bit of a manipulative streak. She convinced others to steal candy from shops for her. The reward was simple enough: they'd be her 'best friend forever'. Of course, she was quick to cast said best friend away once they no longer had a use, but the facade she held around adults led them to expect that it wasn't Evaine behind the thievery. In fact, Evaine eventually had the adults convinced that the other children were simply jealous of her.

Her loyalty to her family was practically unmatched. Although she longed for more, she never complained to her mother or questioned why her father would not take out a loan to let her receive proper schooling. She did the chores she was given and more without any complaint. Even as LeBlanc, her loyalty shines through when Jericho Swain is present.

The Magician//LeBlanc: A trickster, a traitor, and everything else that is definitely not legit--that basically sums LeBlanc up in a nutshell. LeBlanc will go to any means to get what she wants and does not care about what the consequences are...for you. Compassion is something that she either appears to not have or is faked when she needs it.

She is, as are most other Noxians, hardened and desensitized to the cruel and unfair world around her. LeBlanc does not pity the weak and rewards the strong. However, her 'rewards' are like a double edged sword and do tend to bite the receiver's ass later on in life.

Being truthful is something she receives for (some) Black Rose members and Jericho Swain. Anyone else will almost always be lied to. As much as LeBlanc is a fighter, she is also a skilled politician. Lying is merely a tool to get LeBlanc the things she needs to make the Black Rose as successful as possible.

Like any other human she desires positive physical and social contact. However, she tends to only seek out the most basic of things from others. Sex is something she regularly seeks out, mainly because it satisfies her physical wants and (to a very small extent) satisfies her emotional wants as well.

'Truthfully', LeBlanc is a very lonely person, but she understands that her position in life leads most people to either fear her or hate her. Over the years she has come to terms with this, but at times she sometimes wishes that she was still Evaine. (Although the only one at the moment who is aware of this is Jericho.)

LeBlanc still possesses the same whimsy that Evaine had. She loves teasing people and toying with their emotions. (Esepcially Demacians.) The woman can come across as a fun-loving person. On a good day she'll dance about when she's not working (and sing in the shower when she thinks no one is listening). There is a very much human side to the Deceiver, it's just a shame that side of her is so rare to see.

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(this type of love isn't rational; it's physical.)

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