#iris ortega

Full Name: Irisanda ‘Iris’ Ortega

Alias/Titles: Sergeant Ortega

Height: 5’11” / 181cm

Age: 40 years old

Place of Birth: Drekan

Current Residence: Noxus Prime

Family ties: Roland Ortega (father), Mohgnia Ortega (mother), Octavius Ortega (younger brother; deceased)

Relationship Status: Single

Allegiance: Trifarian Legion ; Noxian Empire

Close Friends: tbd.

Spoken Languages: common Noxian / Ur-Nox / several Shuriman dialects / Demacian

Occupation: Former Reckoning Fighter / Trifarian Sergeant

Species: human

Gender and Pronouns: cis female - she/her

Her frequent brush with the Wolf started far before any army draft. Two siblings, Iris and her brother Octavius, several years her junior, both had deep patriotism for their empire. The boy vowed to be a general amongst the Legion, his sister a tactician deciding what next move would bring them that much closer to glory. 

Noxus cared little for dreams, especially those of its denizens— it preferred action.

All it took was one man. One crazed man, an elite among the upper echelon, shuffled down alleys with several paranoid looks over his shoulders like he was being followed—and he was. Iris’s brother had turned down the same alley without his sister, his small steps hurried as he’d tried to get home before her. The crazed man couldn’t signify the difference between being chased by his invisible adversary, and walked towards the boy.

Iris found her brother and his assailant too late. Turning down her home’s familiar alley, there laid her brother bleeding out, the man above him dressed in the empire’s finest fabrics doused in Octavius’s blood. She stood stunned, and the assailant thought quicker. Believing her to be an accomplice, Iris was attacked and mutilated, bleeding to near death in the struggle as her face was gouged. Feeling the world fade felt silent, peaceful even, as she gazed at her brother laying in a pool of their shared Ortega blood. The Lamb had taken him, and she was next. The thought felt like bile in her throat, and the peace of death was broken. This was not Noxian.

Those who found the scene in the morning were only left with questions. The boy still laid dead in the alley, but beside him was the body of the crazed man who attacked him. Not that anyone could identify him, a chunk of stone that was ripped from the streets itself had been used to bludgeon him to death. Who had done it though, was nowhere to be found.

noxian delphine. - she still is one of triplets, though they are alive in this au. one is an assassin in katarina’s ranks and the other is a foot solider.

- the stathos are still nobility, delphine using her elevated status becoming a war advisor to jericho. her proficiency with magic makes her a valued member on swain’s panel of advisors, magical and otherwise

- she was free to practice her magic, but rather than construct and build like mainverse, her magic is used to destroy land like uprooting buildings and creating craters to prevent advancements of adversaries

- even without magic, she is quite proficient with a sword

- has absolutely killed a few in the court just to prove she is not some delicate wall flower like her mother. she gets the job done, efficiently, and will take no bullshit

demacian iris. - born of a foot solider and a nurse, iris was born low class, but worked her way up to the rank of general. she is well liked and respected among her subordinates

- still half-shuriman—thus still a daughter of the plague cult—iris vehemently rejects the curse of her birth, going as far as to have fellow soldiers hold her down while they sliced her wings off with a sword

- she’s mastered a multitude of weapons, favoring a two-handed greatsword

-her brother still died, though it was far later in their lives after iris had her wings removed, prompting the cult to come try and collect iris before she damaged anymore of their ‘prophecies’. octavius was caught in the crossfire at the age of 17