Samira stares death in the eye with unyielding confidence, seeking thrill wherever she goes. After her Shuriman home was destroyed as a child, Samira found her true calling in Noxus, where she built a reputation as a stylish daredevil taking on dangerous missions of the highest calibre. Wielding black-powder pistols and a custom-engineered blade, Samira thrives in life-or-death circumstances, eliminating any who stand in her way with flash and flair.<\/p>\n
‘Virtues, I’ve got a few. Vices, a few more.’<\/strong><\/p>\n Role<\/strong> – Marksman<\/p>\n Abilities<\/strong><\/p>\n Difficulty<\/strong> – Moderate<\/p>\n In the city of Amakra, on the eastern edge of the Great Sai, Samira and her parents made a living as street performers. They dazzled, beguiled, and awed onlookers, which thrilled Samira, but worried her parents. Despite the fun their daughter had, they wished she could enjoy a more stable life.But wishes are as fickle as the desert rain.On the eve of Samira\u2019s fourteenth birthday, armed strangers swarmed Amakra. Hidden among the rafters of her home, Samira watched as the strangers invoked the name of an ancient magus and seized innocent villagers. Many people were slain before her eyes.<\/p>\n Samira did not cry. She did not scream. Instead, she seethed in anger\u2014not at the killers, but at herself for hiding. She had never felt crippled by fear before, even when she attempted the most daring stunts. In that moment, Samira hated herself, and vowed never to feel so scared and helpless again.<\/p>\n Though wounded, Samira and her parents escaped to Bel\u2019zhun, a port city under Noxian rule, with a handful of others. To the Amakrans, Noxus provided a safe haven. To Samira, Noxus opened a door. While other refugees found comfort in living quietly, Samira was determined to reclaim her courage. She took to the streets alone since her parents, weary and injured, could not. Performing was no longer a job\u2014it was her stage to be fearless. She outdid herself with every stunt, even when no one bothered to look. But it was still not enough to support her family.<\/p>\n That was when Samira stumbled upon a call to join a Noxian warband. Drawn to the excitement and the financial resources it would provide, she enlisted. Her physical prowess amazed her peers. Deft with a blade and sharp with her aim, Samira reveled in her raw athleticism, excelling in combat\u2026 but faltering in discipline. After two years of training, her recklessness frustrated her commanding officers, save for one: Captain Indari. A former saboteur, Indari valued Samira\u2019s fearlessness and offered her a position in her private warband\u2014a specialized unit charged with missions that were deemed too perilous for standard military personnel. Hungry for the dangers it promised, Samira agreed without hesitation.<\/p>\n She fully embraced Noxian culture, finding her own strength and style amid life-and-death shootouts and breathtaking sword fights. In her free time, Samira regaled her family with stories of her tattoos, each representing only her most unforgettable feats. To her, what mattered most was challenging herself to turn danger into thrill, and thriving off the constant risk that made her feel truly alive.<\/p>\n On orders from the capital, Indari\u2019s unit found themselves on the Rokrund Plains, sent to crush a secessionist uprising. As the warband located the enemy stronghold and approached the rebel leader, the fortress exploded. Samira dove headfirst into the chaos as the structure collapsed, permanently injuring her right eye. Feeling neither scared nor helpless, she wasted no time in recovering Indari, who had sustained a more serious injury\u2014the captain could no longer move her legs. Indari, frustrated at her failure as their leader, disbanded the unit upon the return of its survivors.<\/p>\n Discharged, and with no other opportunities rousing her interest, Samira drifted back home to Bel\u2019zhun\u2014but it was no longer a lifestyle she could endure. Samira returned to the Noxian capital and located Indari. She believed her former captain understood her craving for challenges in ways nobody else could, and wanted to make use of Indari\u2019s connections in the military and noble houses. She proposed they team up again in a new partnership, where Indari could operate behind the scenes to find Samira high-stakes mercenary work.<\/p>\n Reluctantly, Indari agreed, but it left her former prot\u00e9g\u00e9 alone with no field support\u2026 And Samira couldn\u2019t have been happier. She eagerly undertook missions meant for entire warbands\u2014and thrived.<\/p>\n Her daredevil reputation spread far and wide. From beating a chem-baron in hand-to-hand combat, to being the lone survivor of a Bilgewater raid, Samira completed every job no matter the odds. With Indari\u2019s support, even the Noxian high command accepted her, recognizing there was no one better suited to take on their most perilous missions. Now, Samira shows no signs of slowing down. She can be found scaling mountain cliffs one day, and arm-wrestling outlaws in crowded taverns the next. But wherever she may be, one thing is certain: Samira never fails to find her next big thrill.<\/p>\n The weapons shop looked grimy\u2014just the way Samira liked it. A sign hung askew on the door:\u00a0Lani & Miel Munitions<\/i>. Samira heard about this Noxian hole-in-the-wall from Captain Indari, who\u2019d received a tip from one of her old saboteur connections. That and the fact the apprentices here moonlighted as tattoo artists was enough to intrigue Samira. She stepped in, and Indari followed.<\/p>\n The captain didn\u2019t\u00a0need<\/i>\u00a0to tag along, but it wasn\u2019t like Samira could tell her otherwise.<\/p>\n Inside, Samira smelled molten iron and saw tools rarely found in Noxian armories. A chirpy woman with two labret piercings welded Zaunite brass while her partner, a woman built like an ox, cleaned a hexcarbine. Tattooed apprentices helped wherever they could.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much coin you wasting today?\u201d Indari asked, adjusting the hand rims of her wooden wheelchair. Her voice carried the strength of many decades in service to the empire. Years ago, her disapproval would\u2019ve stung.<\/p>\n Now, annoying the captain was just a bonus.<\/p>\n \u201cNot nearly as much as I\u2019d like to.\u201d Samira saw two pistols displayed in glass. One had the color of charcoal. The other was a revolver, sleek and silver. Both contained untested Zaunite innovations.<\/p>\n \u201cThese as easy on the hands as they are on the eyes?\u201d Samira asked.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re the best we got!\u201d the welder shouted. \u201cMiel and I made \u2019em with materials imported from back home\u2014my home, that is. Will cost ya a fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n Samira threw a sack of coins on a counter. Behind her, Indari crossed her arms. \u201cThat’s the whole payout from your last mission!\u201d<\/p>\n Samira smiled. \u201cA woman\u2019s gotta have the right equipment for the job. Besides, the last firearms I had\u2026 weren\u2019t that exciting.\u201d<\/p>\n Indari shook her head. \u201cSam. Even for\u00a0you<\/i>, this is reckless.\u201d<\/p>\n Samira beamed. \u201cJust like you taught me.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The journey into the southern jungles took weeks, and to Samira\u2019s disappointment, not even one person had tried to kill her. Standing near a large stone building, she double-checked the location the captain had marked on her journal\u2014a compound near Qualthala rumored to house a weapon that threatened the empire. Orders were to retrieve the weapon and leave no survivors.<\/p>\n The building, devoid of markings, loomed before her, its wooden doors smashed to pieces.<\/p>\n \u201cHuh,\u201d Samira mused.<\/p>\n She stepped forward, then stopped herself. Lifting up her right boot, she picked off a piece of warped iron stuck to the metal clasp.\u00a0Strange<\/i>, she thought, staring at its unnatural shape. Then came rushed footsteps.<\/p>\n Two guards faced her, wielding spears.<\/p>\n \u201cAnother intruder!\u201d one shouted. \u201cDon\u2019t let this one get away!\u201d<\/p>\n My kind of welcoming party.<\/i><\/p>\n Samira drew her pistols. Sliding to her right, she unloaded a flurry of bullets, executing the guards before they were within spear\u2019s length.<\/p>\n Samira\u2019s brow furrowed. \u201cNot much of a challenge, now, was it?\u201d She pressed on, sprinting loudly past metal debris in the corridors of the compound, figuring this\u2019d be the best way to attract everyone\u2019s attention. Warmasons, alerted to the intrusion, ran toward her.<\/p>\n Round two. Let\u2019s make this fun.<\/i><\/p>\n Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a table shoved against a wall. Samira rushed forward and jumped onto it. Leaping off the tabletop, she spun in a wild circle, mowing down her pursuers in a blaze of gunfire before her feet hit the ground.<\/p>\n Without rest, she hopped over a crushed balcony to land in an open courtyard. Nearby was another building, its doors smashed apart.<\/p>\n Someone must\u2019ve beat me to this weapon<\/i>, she thought, smirking.\u00a0Been years since that\u2019s happened.<\/i><\/p>\n Samira\u2019s pulse quickened. Hearing the faintest rumble, she spun around, guns pointed forward.<\/p>\n Two massive figures charged into the courtyard. Samira smiled.<\/p>\n Basilisks. Lucky me.<\/i><\/p>\n Atop each was an armored soldier wielding a bladed axe. The hair on Samira\u2019s arms rose in excitement.<\/p>\n Looky here\u2014target practice.<\/i><\/p>\n \u201cShe here for the null kid, too?\u201d one of the soldiers asked.<\/p>\n \u201cDoesn\u2019t matter, kid\u2019s gone. And this one looks nothin\u2019 like the earlier intruder,\u201d said the second soldier, turning to Samira. \u201cWhat are you?\u201d<\/p>\n Samira raised an eyebrow. \u201cWhat I\u00a0am<\/i>\u00a0is the last thing you\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHa! This one\u2019s got a mou\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n A bullet tore into his head.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat a shame,\u201d Samira said, checking her revolver. \u201cWasted my last round on\u00a0him<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n The soldier fell dead to the ground. His basilisk roared, charging headfirst toward Samira, its jaw snapping.<\/p>\n \u201cCome and get it, beast.\u201d<\/p>\n Samira crouched. She felt her heart race, but didn\u2019t move a muscle.<\/p>\n Won\u2019t be as thrilling until\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n The basilisk drew close. Samira\u2019s fingers itched.<\/p>\n Just the right moment.<\/i><\/p>\n She reared back her arms and chucked her guns at its eyes, dazing the beast for a moment. Turning her back, she leapt into the air, flipping her body in a perfect backward circle before landing on the creature\u2019s saddle. Pulling the reins taut, she jerked her mount to face the remaining soldier.<\/p>\n The soldier growled. \u201cRell send you to clean up the mess?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNope, never heard of \u2019em. Noxus sent me,\u201d Samira answered, enjoying her foe\u2019s confusion. \u201cSometimes, I\u2019m sent to save the strong. Other times,\u201d her eyes locked with the soldier\u2019s, \u201cto cull the weak.\u201d<\/p>\n Enraged, the soldier forced his mount forward.<\/p>\n Samira loosened her grip and whispered, \u201cGo.\u201d Her basilisk lurched forward to meet the other rider. He came at her with his axe held high, aiming for her neck.<\/p>\n Tsk, tsk. Common mistake.<\/i><\/p>\n Samira arched her back as her mount met his, dodging his slash and unsheathing her sword in one swift motion. With a crescent swing, she struck her blade at his stomach.<\/p>\n The soldier roared. \u201cThat won\u2019t work on this armor!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDarling, I don\u2019t work. I slay.\u201d<\/p>\n Samira pumped the slide barrel attached to the dull edge of her blade, and pulled the trigger. Black powder burst out behind her sword, forcing the blade forward to break open the soldier\u2019s armor. With an excited yell, she split his torso apart before leaping off her mount to land on her feet, smoke billowing off her sword.<\/p>\n Both basilisks, now riderless, stood still. Samira cut their saddles off. As the beasts fled to their freedom, she kicked the dead bodies aside, retrieving her empty pistols.<\/p>\n On the other side of the courtyard, a crumbling stairway spiraled downward beyond the building\u2019s smashed doors. Samira followed it to the remains of a stone prison cell, warped pieces of metal scattered everywhere. The front door was destroyed while the back wall was torn asunder, leaving a gaping hole that tunneled out into the jungle.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat were they keeping in here?\u201d<\/p>\n Samira walked around the space, examining the destruction. Split by jagged shards of metal was a small cot fit for a child. Shrugging, she took a seat, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a flask. With her boots resting on the wreckage, she leaned back and raised the flask high into the air.<\/p>\n \u201cCongratulations, weapon! Whatever\u2014or whoever\u2014you are, you\u2019ve got my attention!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Weeks later, Samira was back in the weapons shop. A skeptical Indari sat nearby as a burly male apprentice touched up Samira\u2019s tattoos with bronze needles.<\/p>\n \u201cAnything new today?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNah. Not\u00a0quite<\/i>\u00a0thrilling enough\u2026 But something dangerous is on the way, so leave some space.\u201d<\/p>\n Indari rolled her eyes. \u201cSo. How were they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExquisite. I\u2019ll be playing with these for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Indari said, feigning admiration. \u201cThe great Desert Rose\u2026 reusing guns.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLife\u2019s full of surprises.\u201d Samira placed a handful of coins on the counter before walking out. \u201cKeep the missions coming, captain,\u201d she said with a salute. \u201cYou know where to find me.\u201d<\/p>\n Indari wheeled after her. \u201cWhat do you mean, \u2018I know where to find you\u2019? Last time, you were jumping off some remote cliff in Shurima! My scouts nearly died trying to locate you!\u201d<\/p>\n But Samira was already gone.<\/p>\n Frustrated, Indari returned to the shop. \u201cOne of these days,\u201d she mumbled under her breath, \u201cshe\u2019ll have to fend for herself.\u201d<\/p>\n The tattoo artist, now without the guise of dark sorcery, walked out from the shadows to reveal a woman\u2019s shape, her face pale under the light.<\/p>\n \u201cCaptain Indari. You will give her whatever she wants\u2014the empire\u00a0needs<\/i>\u00a0Samira.\u201d<\/p>\n League of Legends Samira Introduction Samira stares death in the eye with unyielding confidence, seeking thrill wherever she goes. After her Shuriman home was destroyed as a child, Samira found her true calling in Noxus, where she built a reputation as a stylish daredevil taking on dangerous missions of the highest calibre. 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\nSamira builds a combo by hitting attacks or abilities unique from the previous hit. Samira’s attacks in melee range deal additional magic damage. Samira’s attacks against enemies affected by Immobilizing effects will dash her to her attack range. If the enemy is Knocked Up, she also keeps them Knocked Up briefly.<\/li>\n
\nSamira fires a shot or swings her sword, dealing damage. If cast during Wild Rush, strike all enemies in her path upon completion.<\/li>\n
\nSamira slashes around her, damaging enemies and destroying enemy missiles.<\/li>\n
\nSamira dashes through an enemy (including structures), slashing enemies she passes through and gaining Attack Speed. Killing an enemy champion refreshes this ability’s cooldown.<\/li>\n
\nSamira unleashes a torrent of shots from her weapons, wildly shooting all enemies surrounding her.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\nSamira Biography<\/h2>\n
The Desert Rose<\/h3>\n
Samira Story<\/h2>\n
DareDevil Impulse<\/h3>\n
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