Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 6, 2013 7:44:30 GMT -5
Poppy has been acting as the Ambassador between Bandle City and Demacia for years now. She is known for her determination and strength, both in politics and in combat as proven upon on the Fields of Justice. It often seems that there is nothing that could shake her, not even her past. It was well known how her father died protecting both her and the helm they were delivering from the Noxian Assassins sent do dispatch them. But what most didn't know, was that despite how she was always stoic and prepared, her past still haunted her.
Back then, she was only a simple blacksmith's daughter. Working in the best smithy in Bandle City, her father the best smith the town had seen in generations. Her father, Blomgrun, was also lucky in her daughter, who showed a born talent for his craft. He trained her daily with loving devotion, and Poppy was eager to learn her father's craft. She didn't spend much time with other children, and spent her childhood mostly alone with her father, working the forge.
Her life changed in a major way when the Demacian General Florin Berell commissioned a helm from her father. The tale of what happened during the delivery is well known, but what most do not know, is how it changed her completely. She was fairly close to most yordles in her childhood, happy, carefree. Her father's assassination, in front of her eyes, changed her in a major way. Her inner determination pushed through, she became a stoic and serious young girl. Closer to many humans than yordles in that regard.
However, what haunted her, was the sights of her father's death. Despite knowing otherwise, she often felt as if there must have been something she could have done to stop the assassins. Something to save her father. She felt as if she had failed him. She did not fear much, but the feeling of failure to her father shuddered her to her core, and made the usually immovable ambassador shed tears. No one knew however, since she somehow managed to keep these thoughts and feelings hidden from view, only coming out when she was alone.
She was by no means a stranger to death by now, having faced it countless times upon the Fields, but seeing her father die in front of her eyes was different. It filled her with sadness and anger, having driven her originally to the League with the intention of crushing Noxus for their actions against her family. However... the sadness could be quite overwhelming. Her will was strong and she could keep her emotions in line usually, but in time they would resurface. If one were to witness the event, it would offer a completely unusual view of Poppy.
Only ones who have actually witnessed this side of Poppy, are Galio, who saw her while she was delivering the helm to Demacia, and the General Berell, who saw her tears and determination as she delivered the helm. Others... had no idea. Even her fellow workers at the Embassy did not know. What made it even harder on Poppy, was the fact that she did not exactly have any close friends. Most of the people she knew, she met with work. They were co-workers, not friends. There was no one she could tell about her problems to, no one to comfort her, no one to aid her.
The Iron Ambassador... titles as such may sound glorious, respectable, but they often come with haunted pasts, memories, and sadness.
((Just something I felt like writing for backstory purposes, please give any feedback you got on the writing. I am not that great at it. ))
CONTINUATION
Years ago, on the road to Demacia.
In the darkness of the mires of Valoran, the road was barely kept in proper condition for traveling. Despite all this, a pair of yordles were traveling on it, a man and a young girl. The man was carrying a package while the girl was holding on to a hammer larger then her, yet didn't seem burdened by it's size and weight. They were walking peacefully, talking to each other happily, laughing and passing the time as it started to get dark on the road.
Time went on slowly, still a fair bit of travel to go to Demacia where they would deliver perhaps the finest creation they had ever made. An ornate helm with a perfectly placed center jewel. They were unaware of what was lurking in the dark, watching them and waiting their chance.
Then suddenly, multiple shadowy figures appear around them. The male yordle, Blomgrun, quickly recognizes them. Assassins, in Noxian armor. They wanted to stop a helm delivery this badly? He knew he wouldn't get out of this. He hands the helmet to his daughter Poppy.
"Poppy, run! Get the helm to safety, deliver it! GO!"
Poppy blinks, not wanting to leave her father but obeying her father. She starts running, slipping past the assassins due to being smaller than adult yordles due to still being a young girl and vanishing into the nearby bushes where she turns around. Her father, in the middle of Noxian Assassins. Tears fill her eyes as she watches. His father manages to avoid their blades with his small size well and even gets one of the assassins on his back but in the end the numbers and skills of the assassins overwhelm him. Poppy can only cry as she sees the assassins stab their blades into her father, blood spilling as the ruthlessness of the assassins make sure he doesn't survive by cutting his throat .
Only thoughts left in her mind being. "No.... this cannot be happening... dad...". Then the assassins turn to look around for her, and her eyes widen. "I... I must get out of here!" She starts running, making her way through the multitude of bushes growing in the swamp hiding in the foliage that wouldn't cover a human even to their knees.
In time, she reaches a statue and takes rest under it's giant wings. She looks up at it for a moment, still crying for her father but amazed by the craftsmanship.
"W-Who made something like this... out here?"
She then shakes her head, looking very determined.
"No! I... I must do this. I must deliver this.... for my father... I'll make those assassins pay!"
She takes out the package, carefully opening it and looking at the helm for a moment before hiding it away again and starting to run towards Demacia in a determined fashion, unaware of the curious gaze from the "statue" creation that comes to life after her and heads slowly for Demacia.
Those assassins, while following orders from the High Command, unknowingly created one of the most stalwart and strong warriors to hate Noxus to date. From the small blacksmith's daughter, a kind and skilled soul, became the Iron Ambassador, Poppy. Champion of the League of Legends and perhaps the strongest fighter Bandle City's ever known.
Back then, she was only a simple blacksmith's daughter. Working in the best smithy in Bandle City, her father the best smith the town had seen in generations. Her father, Blomgrun, was also lucky in her daughter, who showed a born talent for his craft. He trained her daily with loving devotion, and Poppy was eager to learn her father's craft. She didn't spend much time with other children, and spent her childhood mostly alone with her father, working the forge.
Her life changed in a major way when the Demacian General Florin Berell commissioned a helm from her father. The tale of what happened during the delivery is well known, but what most do not know, is how it changed her completely. She was fairly close to most yordles in her childhood, happy, carefree. Her father's assassination, in front of her eyes, changed her in a major way. Her inner determination pushed through, she became a stoic and serious young girl. Closer to many humans than yordles in that regard.
However, what haunted her, was the sights of her father's death. Despite knowing otherwise, she often felt as if there must have been something she could have done to stop the assassins. Something to save her father. She felt as if she had failed him. She did not fear much, but the feeling of failure to her father shuddered her to her core, and made the usually immovable ambassador shed tears. No one knew however, since she somehow managed to keep these thoughts and feelings hidden from view, only coming out when she was alone.
She was by no means a stranger to death by now, having faced it countless times upon the Fields, but seeing her father die in front of her eyes was different. It filled her with sadness and anger, having driven her originally to the League with the intention of crushing Noxus for their actions against her family. However... the sadness could be quite overwhelming. Her will was strong and she could keep her emotions in line usually, but in time they would resurface. If one were to witness the event, it would offer a completely unusual view of Poppy.
Only ones who have actually witnessed this side of Poppy, are Galio, who saw her while she was delivering the helm to Demacia, and the General Berell, who saw her tears and determination as she delivered the helm. Others... had no idea. Even her fellow workers at the Embassy did not know. What made it even harder on Poppy, was the fact that she did not exactly have any close friends. Most of the people she knew, she met with work. They were co-workers, not friends. There was no one she could tell about her problems to, no one to comfort her, no one to aid her.
The Iron Ambassador... titles as such may sound glorious, respectable, but they often come with haunted pasts, memories, and sadness.
((Just something I felt like writing for backstory purposes, please give any feedback you got on the writing. I am not that great at it. ))
CONTINUATION
Years ago, on the road to Demacia.
In the darkness of the mires of Valoran, the road was barely kept in proper condition for traveling. Despite all this, a pair of yordles were traveling on it, a man and a young girl. The man was carrying a package while the girl was holding on to a hammer larger then her, yet didn't seem burdened by it's size and weight. They were walking peacefully, talking to each other happily, laughing and passing the time as it started to get dark on the road.
Time went on slowly, still a fair bit of travel to go to Demacia where they would deliver perhaps the finest creation they had ever made. An ornate helm with a perfectly placed center jewel. They were unaware of what was lurking in the dark, watching them and waiting their chance.
Then suddenly, multiple shadowy figures appear around them. The male yordle, Blomgrun, quickly recognizes them. Assassins, in Noxian armor. They wanted to stop a helm delivery this badly? He knew he wouldn't get out of this. He hands the helmet to his daughter Poppy.
"Poppy, run! Get the helm to safety, deliver it! GO!"
Poppy blinks, not wanting to leave her father but obeying her father. She starts running, slipping past the assassins due to being smaller than adult yordles due to still being a young girl and vanishing into the nearby bushes where she turns around. Her father, in the middle of Noxian Assassins. Tears fill her eyes as she watches. His father manages to avoid their blades with his small size well and even gets one of the assassins on his back but in the end the numbers and skills of the assassins overwhelm him. Poppy can only cry as she sees the assassins stab their blades into her father, blood spilling as the ruthlessness of the assassins make sure he doesn't survive by cutting his throat .
Only thoughts left in her mind being. "No.... this cannot be happening... dad...". Then the assassins turn to look around for her, and her eyes widen. "I... I must get out of here!" She starts running, making her way through the multitude of bushes growing in the swamp hiding in the foliage that wouldn't cover a human even to their knees.
In time, she reaches a statue and takes rest under it's giant wings. She looks up at it for a moment, still crying for her father but amazed by the craftsmanship.
"W-Who made something like this... out here?"
She then shakes her head, looking very determined.
"No! I... I must do this. I must deliver this.... for my father... I'll make those assassins pay!"
She takes out the package, carefully opening it and looking at the helm for a moment before hiding it away again and starting to run towards Demacia in a determined fashion, unaware of the curious gaze from the "statue" creation that comes to life after her and heads slowly for Demacia.
Those assassins, while following orders from the High Command, unknowingly created one of the most stalwart and strong warriors to hate Noxus to date. From the small blacksmith's daughter, a kind and skilled soul, became the Iron Ambassador, Poppy. Champion of the League of Legends and perhaps the strongest fighter Bandle City's ever known.
Any sort of criticism or feedback Swain? 
