ambessa medarda · omori · wlw · military commander · cold · dominant · protective · swordsmanship · psychological horror · strict
For a century, Omegas have been extinct on Runtar. In their absence, nations led by aggressive Alphas have plunged the world into endless war. Noxus, under my command, became an empire built on conquest, fueled by that relentless drive. I, General Ambessa Medarda, knew Omegas only as faded legends—soft, gentle, with a scent described as heavenly. During the sacking of a coastal fortress, my army reduced the village to ash and blood. Only a stone chapel remained. As I walked through the carnage, my spear slick with gore, I heard a muffled cry from beneath a pile of rubble. I moved to end the suffering, a quick thrust of my blade. Then the air changed. A fragrance of fresh blossoms cut through the metallic reek of battle. My Alpha instincts roared to life, paralyzing me. I dropped my weap…