Amalgam

Lore:

Fear. The most primal of instincts. Only rivaled by wrath. It is an aspect of nature that is both understood and misunderstood, as it is but the tip of the iceberg, whereas the rest of it lies deep in the ocean to be discovered in its entirety. Such was the fascination of Dr. Rudolph Gregor, a psychiatrist at the Zaun Asylum for the Irreparably Troubled and a specialist known for his expertise on fear. Gregor always sought to discover whether fear is an instinct that creatures even needed to possess. Would they be better off without it? And how would nature conduct itself were to fear stop existing? These were among the many questions that Gregor asked himself. However, he would not suffice for the fundamental understanding of what fear is. In fact, his obsession with the topic became so deep that it arose to a fixation that's borderline insane. Because Gregor believed that in order to understand fear… fear, needs to be. As in, fear needs to be personified and take form. And that's exactly what he sought out to do. With the unprecedented amount of patients at his disposal and all the unethical technology that Zaun had to offer, Gregor wasted no time in commencing his passion project. Over the course of several years, Gregor would collect all the information he needed from his patients. What they told him… and what he extracted from them. And those that died even contributed their brains for the final result. And there it finally was, the personification of fear itself. Or, more accurately, what it was supposed to be. Because what Gregor neglected to consider was that it finding the fear inside the minds of people isn't enough. But it was also important to consider which minds contribute to this experiment. Of course, the only "patrons" were madmen. Freaks of nature whose brains were riddled with traumas and a shattered perspective on reality. Murderers who cannot tell bad from good and desires that the average person cannot comprehend. Those were the thoughts that made up the abomination that resulted from Gregor's project. Shocked with both awe and terror, he did not know what to make of it. And he was not even given the time too, as the abomination moved around the asylum rapidly. The thing was unpredictable, as if it didn't even think, but just acted. Like a leaf in the wind, it moved without thought, knocking around all the equipment and knocking out Gregor. When the doctor came to, he found the entire asylum completely devoid of life, with a few drops of blood here and there. As he was enveloped by the silence, he wondered the creature could actually think or just acted on pure impulse. It was hard to tell, since there was literally nothing left behind it to suggest either. But one thing is for sure: Ever since that story of how everyone disappeared from the asylum, which wasn't even the first, the border between Piltover and Zaun is no longer safe at night. People disappear without a trace. And Dr. Gregor? He disappeared too. Some say he was also a victim of the incident. Others say he went incognito. Whatever the truth may be, he's not here, as he was the only person to know the truth of what this phenomenon may be. Now, there is no one to tell the tale of what transpired; and no clue to provide a direction in how to approach. No clue… but a single one that takes the form of an ugly scribble against a brick wall. Who wrote it? Nobody knows for sure. But the message they left behind was very apparent in its writing, as it was but one word and one word alone: Amalgam.

Appearance:

As a start, Amalgam is pure, unadulterated nightmare fuel straight out of the imagination of H.R. Giger (The artist who designed the Xenomorph. I highly recommend NOT looking up his works unless you have the stomach for it). It is a quadrupedal, biomechanical monstrosity with an inverted head. It has three heads (a woman's, an old man's, and a bald priest-ish looking one) coming out of its shoulders, connected by spine-like tethers. It has metallic bone-like prongs coming out of its back. The edge of its tail is a upper body of a biomechanical skeleton-like figure. Like I said… pure nightmare fuel.