Post by The Iron Ambassador on Aug 22, 2013 1:56:56 GMT -5
((This is somewhat of a look into Poppy's mind, to what she hides beneath her steeled exterior... what she shows to no one outside Galio. Any feedback will be appreciated.))
Life between two worlds
The Iron Ambassador, Poppy, lives a rather unusual life. Caught between two worlds, her home of Bandle City, and her position as an Ambassador towards the human citystate of Demacia. Her behaviour and style are unlike that of Bandle City, serious, official, strictly business, physically strong. Yet, she doesn't fit Demacia either. It is a land of humans. A land of kings and royalty, not a land of a yordle. She was not fit for a city of humans, no matter how official she could be. She did not truly belong at either, yet she felt loyalty for both. Her loyalties were truly in Bandle City, but Demacia had become a second home to her.
There was only one being in the Golden City that understood her and what she had gone through, and how she felt. The stone guardian of the master artificer, Durand. Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow. The great gargoyle had gone through the same thing she had gone through, seeing it's father being murdered by Noxian assassins just like Poppy had seen her father murdered by assassins from the same state years later. Galio was her closest friend these days, and the only one in years who had seen a smile appear on her face.
Her life was quite luxurious. She had a position of respect that most would only dream to achieve. An Ambassador. She was also a highly trained combatant and a representative of her home in the highly esteemed League of Legends. A Champion. One of the finest warriors in the world. Yet, she couldn't find a true home for herself. Her own kind were too jovial, too... carefree for her taste. And the humans, despite somewhat sharing her understanding of the problems in life, no matter how free, would never make her feel as... at home as her own kind did.
But what could she do? Try to find those amongst her kind who shared her views? Only ones she knew who shared her point of view and weren't as jovial, were quite... unlike her.
Rumble, the Mechanized Menace. She had never seen the mechanic happy, but unlike her, the man was quite fickle, known for having a temper and being nearly a hermit.
Teemo, the Swift Scout. The Scout Captain was able to put all emotion to the side when a mission was at hand and knew when to be serious, but he was far from relatable for her outside of duty.
Heimerdinger, the Revered Inventor. While she had quite the respect for the Inventor, his complete obsession for technology and advancement were nothing Poppy could relate to.
Kennen, the Heart of the Tempest. The Kinkou ninja understood when to be serious and when it was not necessary, but in heart he was still like a child. The shouts when he dashed around as lightning, the hyper-activity. They would bother her more than she could relate with him.
Veigar, the Tiny Master of Evil. What could be said? Lack of regards for anyone who didn't share his views, violent tendencies, insanity, hatred for Bandle City. Poppy would rather smash his skull in than try to relate to him.
Alas, she was unlike anyone else known amongst her kind. Forced to live between worlds, destined to be alone among her own people. The only true friend of hers being a stone gargoyle whose leg was twice as tall as she was. Galio was the only one she could relate to, the only one she could be open to. The Guardian of Durand shared her views about protecting those in need and of honor, of justice. He knew what it felt like losing their family to assassins, what it meant to move past it and to use it as a fount of strength, as a power to use to keep moving forward. If it was up to her, she would rather spend time talking with the Sentinel rather than act as an Ambassador, but she felt too much loyalty for her home to even think of actually doing something as such.
What would her future hold? She had no family. Her father was dead, she had no siblings, her mother's fate unknown to her. Her mother had not been there during her childhood, and her father never truly told Poppy where she had gone, what had happened to her. Most likely she would never know...
Sometimes, she wondered if she should just tell Bandle City that she would resign from her position and return home, to take on her father's craft full-time. Become a mere smith, live a simple life. Forget all about fighting and politics, about worrying about relations between cities. That would however mean leaving her only true friend in Demacia, as the Sentinel was bound to protect Demacia.
She could perhaps live in Demacia, close to her friend and to work as a smith there. The people knew her well, and knew the quality of her work, having seen her utilize it herself. But that would mean leaving her home town behind, her father's smithy behind. Losing all connections to her kind, to all the people she knew back in Bandle City.
No... neither were an option. She was stuck between worlds, and despite not fitting in either of them, she was unable to leave either behind. But she would endure, she would find some way to be happy. Perhaps someone of her kind would come across that she could relate to... perhaps even feel attracted to.
Perhaps they would rejuvinate her joy for life, but would it be too late? Hope was all she had left... only thing keeping her moving. But... would it be enough? Would it keep her from despair? The line between hope and despair was not as wide as she had once thought...
Life between two worlds
The Iron Ambassador, Poppy, lives a rather unusual life. Caught between two worlds, her home of Bandle City, and her position as an Ambassador towards the human citystate of Demacia. Her behaviour and style are unlike that of Bandle City, serious, official, strictly business, physically strong. Yet, she doesn't fit Demacia either. It is a land of humans. A land of kings and royalty, not a land of a yordle. She was not fit for a city of humans, no matter how official she could be. She did not truly belong at either, yet she felt loyalty for both. Her loyalties were truly in Bandle City, but Demacia had become a second home to her.
There was only one being in the Golden City that understood her and what she had gone through, and how she felt. The stone guardian of the master artificer, Durand. Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow. The great gargoyle had gone through the same thing she had gone through, seeing it's father being murdered by Noxian assassins just like Poppy had seen her father murdered by assassins from the same state years later. Galio was her closest friend these days, and the only one in years who had seen a smile appear on her face.
Her life was quite luxurious. She had a position of respect that most would only dream to achieve. An Ambassador. She was also a highly trained combatant and a representative of her home in the highly esteemed League of Legends. A Champion. One of the finest warriors in the world. Yet, she couldn't find a true home for herself. Her own kind were too jovial, too... carefree for her taste. And the humans, despite somewhat sharing her understanding of the problems in life, no matter how free, would never make her feel as... at home as her own kind did.
But what could she do? Try to find those amongst her kind who shared her views? Only ones she knew who shared her point of view and weren't as jovial, were quite... unlike her.
Rumble, the Mechanized Menace. She had never seen the mechanic happy, but unlike her, the man was quite fickle, known for having a temper and being nearly a hermit.
Teemo, the Swift Scout. The Scout Captain was able to put all emotion to the side when a mission was at hand and knew when to be serious, but he was far from relatable for her outside of duty.
Heimerdinger, the Revered Inventor. While she had quite the respect for the Inventor, his complete obsession for technology and advancement were nothing Poppy could relate to.
Kennen, the Heart of the Tempest. The Kinkou ninja understood when to be serious and when it was not necessary, but in heart he was still like a child. The shouts when he dashed around as lightning, the hyper-activity. They would bother her more than she could relate with him.
Veigar, the Tiny Master of Evil. What could be said? Lack of regards for anyone who didn't share his views, violent tendencies, insanity, hatred for Bandle City. Poppy would rather smash his skull in than try to relate to him.
Alas, she was unlike anyone else known amongst her kind. Forced to live between worlds, destined to be alone among her own people. The only true friend of hers being a stone gargoyle whose leg was twice as tall as she was. Galio was the only one she could relate to, the only one she could be open to. The Guardian of Durand shared her views about protecting those in need and of honor, of justice. He knew what it felt like losing their family to assassins, what it meant to move past it and to use it as a fount of strength, as a power to use to keep moving forward. If it was up to her, she would rather spend time talking with the Sentinel rather than act as an Ambassador, but she felt too much loyalty for her home to even think of actually doing something as such.
What would her future hold? She had no family. Her father was dead, she had no siblings, her mother's fate unknown to her. Her mother had not been there during her childhood, and her father never truly told Poppy where she had gone, what had happened to her. Most likely she would never know...
Sometimes, she wondered if she should just tell Bandle City that she would resign from her position and return home, to take on her father's craft full-time. Become a mere smith, live a simple life. Forget all about fighting and politics, about worrying about relations between cities. That would however mean leaving her only true friend in Demacia, as the Sentinel was bound to protect Demacia.
She could perhaps live in Demacia, close to her friend and to work as a smith there. The people knew her well, and knew the quality of her work, having seen her utilize it herself. But that would mean leaving her home town behind, her father's smithy behind. Losing all connections to her kind, to all the people she knew back in Bandle City.
No... neither were an option. She was stuck between worlds, and despite not fitting in either of them, she was unable to leave either behind. But she would endure, she would find some way to be happy. Perhaps someone of her kind would come across that she could relate to... perhaps even feel attracted to.
Perhaps they would rejuvinate her joy for life, but would it be too late? Hope was all she had left... only thing keeping her moving. But... would it be enough? Would it keep her from despair? The line between hope and despair was not as wide as she had once thought...
