[ Roleplay for the character Khada Jhin from the League of Legends universe. Proceed with caution, potential NSFW(mostly gore). Penned by Ria(Grylos), 30+]
I’ve been a big fan of the music from Riot Games (League of Legends, Valorant) and their various featured artists over the years and so I initially created this song as part of the "League of Legends - Remix Rumble" challenge around a month ago based on the character “Jhin”!
[ I've become addicted to this temu bullshit so if anyone from the US could just please sign up for it(it's free) and then immediately dip so they too aren't sucked in that would help me a lot. 🥲
The Golden Demon, a master of art. The flesh is his canvas, in whole and in part. Respect the Demon, for his talents are true. The sight of his art will remain with you. Fear the Demon, yet do not lose your head. Lest you join his art amongst the dead. Beware the Demon, for madness fills his heart. With bullets and bombs, he will tear you apart.
"Ah, I remember this one. The children used to sing it when they played their hiding games."
"I must say you used to impress me more with your art. I think you may be losing your creativity, Jhin~" (teasing him because she is BORED. Also, hi again)
"Every artist has their slumps. Trust me, I have things in the works. Nothing I care share of course. Spoilers."
"I can see that," The Virtuoso exclaimed, though his tone wasn't scolding -- only amused as he carefully tiptoed his way through the chaos on the floor to come bear witness to the other's newest creation, a smile creeping onto his face. He squatted a little in place, getting a different angle of the piece, his hand beneath his chin in thought. After a moment, he threw both hands up to emphasize his approval.
"Brilliant. You truly are one of a kind, Hwei. It's a shame they try to stifle your creativity when it's so raw and unique, screaming to be let loose. Tell me, what inspired this piece? Also, would you like me to help you pick this place up, or is it organized chaos?" he chuckled, fully understanding the concept. As much as he liked a clean and pristine environment, he too had a penchant for mess -- albeit his was more of the hoarding variety rather than anything else. But he knew the process.
“Be mindful of your step. There’s quite a mess.”
The room is littered with art supplies, papers and paints smeared on the floor. Cracked pieces of charcoal. The mage stands in front of a canvas, assaulted with color thats dripping is heavy globs of paints and ink. His hand comes up briefly to wipe his cheek. Only to smear orange paint across his sharp features.
He looks like he hasn’t slept . . . Or maybe thats what his default appearance is?