Lore:

Whether you consider the Monolith to be Ixtal's greatest achievement or greatest failure, there's no denying the sheer magnitude and endeavor that was put into creating it. A construct the size of a city with the power to level continents, yet with all that power, it did not stand a chance against the Void. The Ixtali Ascended known as Ne'Zuk was clearly worthy of his reputation as an individual of unparalleled might, even though he himself and his magnum opus did not stand a chance against the violet legion that is death incarnate. But to this day, some wonder how could a man of awesome power failed to push back the force that he were to prove himself the most against. Some say that it was because back then; the Void was stronger; others would say that archaic magic was inferior to the strength of the Void. Whatever the truth may be, it doesn't seem like many people are interested in it, as they prefer to go about their daily duties in their respective professions. But there was one man who considered this truth to be of utmost importance to the history of Ixtal, and also its future, and that man is Tapasan. An Ixtali scholar, Tapasan was obsessed with knowing the truth of what unfolded in the grounds where the Monolith stood tall against the Void, but he also realized that sitting in the same building and reading books will only give him so much information. With that realization, he sought out to the do the one thing that mattered in order to find the truth, whether he will find it or not. With preparations complete, Tapasan made his way to the ruins of the Monolith, the burial grounds that remained on Runeterra, as most of it still sleeps silently in the Void, scattered among its own debris. After several days, Tapasan continued to research what he could in the area, but he could not find anything that would bring him closer to the truth he seeks. It's possible that the archaic design of Monolith is too old for Tapasan to understand, as he is in fact a young Ixtali scholar accustomed to the modern traditions of Ixtal, which mostly consists of isolating itself from the rest of the world. More days have past, and Tapasan reluctantly loses motivation, because he now assumes that maybe the truth he was seeking doesn’t even exist. But just as he was about to depart back home, something happened that would bring him closer to what he sought. A Voidborn crawls among the rubble of the Monolith, bearing a spider-like anatomy and seemingly unaware of Tapasan, going about his existence as if he has no bother in the world. But the moment the Voidborn noticed the young scholar, nature manifested, and the creature's hostility was all too apparent. Running desperately like a disoriented prey, Tapasan stumbles, allowing the Voidborn to cut his leg with a venomous scratch. Tapasan tossed a rock into the Voidborn's eye, giving him enough time to create some distance. Realizing that escape is futile, Tapasan hid among the debris of Monolith, and after several minutes, the Voidborn left after losing its prey. Though he survived the encounter with the creature, his life is not guaranteed, as he would soon lose consciousness. An unknown amount of time has passed, and Tapasan awakens as a surge of instinct hits his nervous system, he erupts from the debris he was buried under with fierce strength. But once his senses came back, he looked at his hands and knew that he was not himself. Looking at his reflection in a puddle just to his side, Tapasan saw that he transformed. Now a being possessing a fragment of the strength of both the Void and the Monolith, Tapasan realizes that he can now make a change, whether it'd be fighting for Ixtal or continuing his profession as a scholar. Regardless, he now has the power to accomplish more than he ever could prior. And though he did not acquire the truth that he sought, if he so desires to continue his search, he has all the power he needs to do so. Because there is a creature who is neither man nor beast, moving swiftly across the lands of Runeterra, searching for what he dubs the Truth of the Monolith. And with his current strength, one day… he just might find it.

Appearance:

After his "mutation", Tapasan possesses elements of both the Void, specifically the spider-like creature, and the Monolith, while mostly maintaining his human appearance. Naturally, he wears an Ixtali attire typical of a scholar, supposedly torn to showcase his new identity as a "monster" of sorts.

Lore:

Golems come in varying shapes and sizes, as well as purposes. Whether they're big or gargantuan, made of metal, rock, or even a gelatinous substance, made for physical activities, intellectual studies, or any other profession, no two Golems are the same, but the one thing that they all have in common is their identity as artificial beings. Of course, it would be possible to say that every individual Golem is unique by itself, except for those designed to be part of a mass-produced product line which, more often than not, are mostly located in Piltover. Known for its technological advantage over the rest of Runeterra, the City of Progress houses many types of Golems. But in the eyes of Amir Sharpe, one of many engineers that Piltover has to offer, all these Golems would not suffice, whatever they were meant to do. In his vision, he sought to create a mechanical wonder that would be considered revolutionary, something that would be more than enough. So after days upon days of a seemingly never-ending brainstorm under the ceiling of his house, an idea sparked in his head: a Golem fueled by oxygen! Such a marvel wouldn't need to stop to have its resource tank refilled all the time, be it fuel or coal or anything else, as it would constantly reinvigorate itself with the air around it. So after several months, Sharpe created what would be the prototype for what he deems the future of Golems, and he would name him Sharpie, a name that mostly stems from narcissism and a lack of creativity. Alas, Sharpe's joy would be shortlived, as a sudden blaze erupted in his building, which collapsed the house onto him, burying him under a pile of burning debris. Some time has passed, and Sharpie would be recovered from the rubble, as well as all the other things there. Still inactive, the investigators that recovered him I had no idea what kind of Golem they were looking at. Nonetheless, they decided to activate him, as another Golem will always be helpful to society. Now functional, Sharpie moved about aimlessly, knowing not what to do, trying to understand his surroundings. Neither the Golem himself nor his supervisors could tell what he was meant to do. After several endeavors, No one could still figure out what Sharpie was meant to do, even though it was clear that he ran on a never-before-seen oxygen-powered engine. Revolutionary as he may be, he was planned to be deactivated, but not until he tries one last thing: an expedition to Ixtal, something that Piltover is very fond of. So there he was, deep in the jungle, together with a crew, doing whatever they're supposed to be doing on any expedition. Everything went normal… until a dragon showed up. Easily dispatching the guards, all seemed lost at the dragon's might. But seeing the violence unfold before him, something triggered within Sharpie's inner mechanism. With the air around him to power him up, he rushed to face the dragon, and with a single pneumatic punch, sent the dragon flying through the trees, carving a path of destruction. The dragon fled the scene immediately, and the expedition was saved, thanks to the Golem whom no one knew what he was supposed to do… until now. Sharpie is supposedly a combat-grade Golem, designed to take on dangerous tasks. After his display of might, Sharpie was assigned to all kinds of missions that required his oxygen-powered, utilized as a soldier of Piltover, even if that wasn't what he was meant for. Regardless, it's a shame Sharpe himself never had the chance to see the fruit of his hard work, because if he did, he would be proud… too proud, in fact.

Appearance:

Sharpie is a large golem colored black with tank wheels and a giant left fist designed for strong punches. All over his body are receptors for absorbing oxygen to power him up.

Lore:

The Dalika Beetles of the northeastern areas of Ixtal are known for two particular things, aside from their huge size: the first is the flammable pheromone they release during mating season, and the second is their odd behavior of offering their flesh and life as food to dying colony members. Though this might seem counterintuitive, these creatures are nothing more than large insects, which means that they can't consider what will benefit them on the long run, but only what their instincts drive them to do in the heat of the moment, as long as the colony continues to live. More so, they can become pretty hostile during mating season, which only happens during a given time of the year. Luckily, given the time of the mating season and the place in which they congregate, most people don't have the burden of dealing with these bugs. However, the same could not be said for a particular Piltovan expedition team, who found themselves in the unfortunate situation of being riddled with big bite marks. And if it weren't for Jackel it would've been even worse. A biochemist and an engineer by trade, Jackel was part the maintenance crew responsible for making sure that all the devices and vehicles ran without problem, though the only problem he regularly faced getting in between the small hatches due to his large size. Though his engineering skills proved useful, there was seemingly no reason for him to utilize his knowledge in biochemistry… that is, until the situation got worse. Realizing how the bad the problem that is the Dalika Beetles is, Jackel thought something should be done about it, since they weren't given the tools to properly deal with them when they departed from Piltover. And though it took him some time, he finally came up with something that might help: he extracted the flammable pheromone from the corpses of the beetles they managed to kill, and then built a device from whatever material he had to harness that flammability. What resulted were two sword-like gizmos that released concentrated fire, made from the engine of one of their excavators, affectionately named Toast & Roast. Though the initial idea was to burn the beetles' nest, what happened instead was something completely unprecedented, and even more beneficial to the team. As Jackel and a few other guards approached the nest, instead of being met with hostility, the beetles lined up and showed their respect by raising their heads skywards. Confused, Jackel soon realized that this was the response of the pheromone burning from the newly made twin engine swords. Though he thought this would make the job of eradicating the beetles easier, the goal would change instantly when the expedition team was attacked by native Ixtali. Quickly rushing back to camp, the group found themselves at a disadvantage, with many of the team already dead. All seemed lost, but as they approached Jackel and the few that stood beside him, the Dalika Beetles came crawling from behind them and under their feet, engulfing the native warriors with their body. Jackel and the rest followed up and Toast & Roast proved to be as effective against humans as they were supposed to be on the beetles. The team was successful in fending off the surviving natives, and the Piltovan's that were injured but alive had beetle force themselves into their mouths, as it was part of their nature. Their meat was effective in healing and killing the pain, if not a bit nasty on the tongue. With casualties and no resources left, the expedition will have to retreat home for now, as they have to recollect themselves after all the problem they had faced. But when they come back, Jackel will be by their side, with Toast & Roast to burn whoever stands in front of his large stature. But this time it will be a success, because the Dalika Beetles, who were once enemies, are now his allies. And he will make good use of this relationship, even if he has to take a bite out of them. After all… they won't mind.

Appearance:

Jackel is a large man, which may or may not be implied by his gameplay class as a Juggernaut. He wears a Piltovan attire typical of an engineer combined with elements of a biochemist, but with more emphasis on the former since that's why he was taken to be part of the expedition in the first place. Toast & Roast take the appearance fat swords created using the engine of a large excavator, with the blades not actually being blades, but mini flame pillars that appear like the blade part. Toast & Roast aren't initially lit when the game starts, but they do as the ultimate is ranked up and as combat goes on.

The Dalika Beetles are large Ixtali beetles. I imagined as a hybrid between a cockroach and a stinkbug. But otherwise, I don't have a specific description for them.

Lore:

The gardens of Ionia are a sacred place. Then again, all of Ionia is sacred, at least as far as Ionians themselves are concerned. But to outsiders, not so much, and if you ask the Noxians they tell you even less. But there is something special about the gardens that just rejuvenate the body of those who stare at the trees as liquid tranquility flows through their veins. That's some people would describe it. Of course, being a sacred place among many, there are those who seek to protect that which is important to them. One particular individual goes by the name of Gaigahn. A monk of the Meijitsu Order, he saw it upon himself to protect the Meijitsu Gardens, the place from which the order of monks borrows their name. Though his fellow practitioners were largely concerned with their teachings, Gaigahn always believe that the beauty that Gardens shows holds more knowledge than anything any Ionian monastery can teach, something deep in the ground that is biding its time to reveal itself. Though he was never berated for his behavior, he wasn't exactly praised for it either, but he was given the freedom to do as he believed. Spending most of his time admiring the Gardens, it's easy to see him as someone who would neglect his teachings. However, this was far from the case, as Gaigahn never sacrificed what he learned just to spend most of his time in the Gardens, and this would prove the most during the Noxian Invasion. What seemed like yet another beautiful day, basking in the beauty of the trees, was instead a battle with bloodthirsty warmongers. As all the monks of the Meijitsu Order held their ground, Gaigahn among them, there risen the protector from below the ground. Big as the trees themselves and made of rock, fueled with the life force of Ionia, it fought alongside the monks. The battle was unending, and the Noxians prevailing; the protector fell to the ground among the many bodies. Surely, the day is lost, but Gaigahn refused to relent. Standing beside the rocky remains of the protector, he saw a glow coming from within. Climbing to the top and staring at what's within, there he saw the bright green heart of the protector, the very source of its power, which is life force of the lands. Gaigahn did not think but to reach out to the heart and touch. It was then that he felt a surge of power coursing from underneath his skin and through his vein. An explosion erupted, catching the attention of all on the battlefield. Once the dust has faded, what was revealed was the union of two beings who will protect this land to the very end. Now wearing the husk of the fallen protector, Gaigahn has been given the power to return the invaders from whence they came, and those that refused, lost their lives. Though many monks and trees have fallen, the Meijitsu Gardens are largely intact. Now, the Meijitsu Order will have to rebuild what was ruined, and t damage done will not discourage them. They will become stronger so that next time, even less will die, whether it's the trees or the lives surrounding them. Though for the time being they can rest easy knowing that their new protector will defend the Gardens to his very last breath. With his chakram and the blessing of the lands, Gaigahn is the new protector of the Meijitsu Gardens for the forseeable future.

Appearance:

Being a Juggernaut, it may or may not come as a surprise that even before his transformation, Gaigahn was a large man. After his transformation, he wears attire typical of an Ionian monk, although since he comes from a different order than Lee Sin, they probably don't dress the same. His clothing is partially covered by the rocky husk of the protector, with a green light illuminating from the cracks. His eyes also glow green to signify that he possesses that power. His weapons are two chakrams, holding one in each hand.

Lore:

Though there are worlds beyond Runeterra that some know of and others don't, only a few of them are directly connected to even consider them an extension of it. One particular realm is known to house among the most enigmatic beings; those beings, of course, being Yordles. Most of their culture remains largely unaccounted for, but for what Runeterrans know of them is that they look like smaller humans, either furry or blue, and in some cases even purple. Not that it matters for them, or at least those that wish to stay in Bandle City. One such particular individual goes by the name of Cecilia. A jolly farmer who wishes nothing more than to tend to her garden, Cecilia spent most of her life in Bandle City, doing nothing more than farming vegetables in her so-called Candle Garden, named after the population of fireflies inhabiting it. Most of her days went by peacefully, reaping the harvest with her long sickle, affectionately named Candle Branch, amidst a field of fireflies that won't stop lighting up the area. Everything seemed like a happiness that would last forever. That is, until the Dark Beasts came out of nowhere. One day they just came, but after that day, they stayed for all of the days, stepping on the produce with their dirty feet and causing general havoc all the while, never showing what kind of purpose they came to accomplish. But frankly, Cecilia did not care for what or who they are, or what they want. The only thing she could think of is how these creatures, which are nothing more than pitch-black shadows walking on four, keep ruining not only her good days, but her garden as well. For a long time she tolerated, believing that if she gave in to their shenanigans, she will give in to anger, something that she would prefer to avoid. But Yordle or human, every creature has his breaking point, and Cecilia is no exception. After a time that lasted who-knows-how-long, Cecilia wanted nothing more than to reap vegetables, but on one bright day, she found herself reaping shadows. With the Candle Branch in hand, there she moved swiftly across the Candle Garden, Reaping beast after beast. For the first time ever, she saw them fleeing in fear. Cecilia wanted to believe that this would be the end of the pests, but then she realized that if they run away, they will come back stronger. The solution: chase them and pluck the root. And that’s exactly what she did. She followed them all the way to a portal that lead her straight to Runeterra, the one place in existence she hoped never to come across. Alas, these are desperate times, and now she finds herself in the thick of some forest she never knew even existed. Slightly agitated while trying to keep her cool, now all that Cecilia wants is to find these Dark Beasts and take care of them so that she can go back to tending her vegetable peacefully. Although she's not quite sure she'll find that peace again. But right now, all that matters is to pluck the root of the problem. Because if you want to solve a problem properly, you can't just reap the fruit… you have to pluck the root.

Appearance:

Cecilia is a female Yordle gardener colored light pink. She is accompanied by a group of fireflies. Her signature scythe, the Candle Branch, looks like a scythe that is made from plants, with a flower blooming at the base of the blade and fireflies hovering around it.

Lore:

Even though Noxus prides itself on being free from monarchy, albeit via questionable means, which more often than not includes the slaying of all who opposes them, It is a deep secret, known only to few, that there is a clandestine group sitting in the shadows, pulling the strings of the marionettes, with no one ever realizing that they're being controlled. To most, this group doesn't exist; but to some, this group is known as the Black Rose. More ancient than Noxus itself, these conspirators have had a hand in several of Noxus' key events and revolutions, though their influence has long overstayed its welcome. Now, there are those who seek to absolve the world of them, and whether all of these people are associated with one another or not, they share the common goal of destroying the Black Rose. One of these peculiar individuals goes by the name of Bracken. The personal bodyguard of one of the most elite generals in all of Noxus, it wouldn't be too hard for him to eavesdrop on any material his employer might be talking about. Though obviously in a high place, Bracken couldn't waive away the feeling that he is a mere guard, even if he has among the most important tasks. He always sought more, especially out of a desire to prove himself, though never found the opportunity to do so. However, thanks to his position, he was able to collect various pieces of information from eavesdropping alone, without even being part of the conversation, and without even making himself a presence, even when he was always there. But the most interesting collection of knowledge he happened to be acquire was all the things to know about the place known as the Meadow of Crimson Clouds. A realm beyond Runeterra, inhabited by beings who are neither good nor evil, neither angels nor demons, but only wish to establish a "professional" relationship with whomever seeks their company. Bracken decided to make good of use of this information, and collected all the pieces he needed in order to reach the Meadow. With everything necessary in place, Bracken made his way to the Meadow of Crimson Clouds. A place which is exactly what its name describes: a vast meadow of red, basking under clouds as crimson as blood, and not a soul in sight. Confused, Bracken knew not what to do in a place where wherever you go, you will always be in the same place. But a peculiar figure made its way towards Bracken from the distance. As it approached him, his image became clear; a giant centipede-like creature with fangs and teeth protruding from every corner of its body. The creature introduced himself as the Rodent, and from a distance he felt Bracken's wish to undo the Black Rose, even though the Rodent knew not who they are, but only Bracken's ambitions. The contract was simple: the Rodent will bestow Bracken with the power necessary to defeat those he wish to defeat, but in return, the Rodent will gnaw endlessly on his arm, down to the bone, only to be healed again, in a cycle of destruction and rejuvenation, only ending with the demise of all the members of the Black Rose. Realizing the stakes, Bracken did not think twice about sealing the deal. And with that, he returned to Runeterra from where he entered the Meadow, with the first sensation that he felt was the shredding of the skin of his right arm. There he was the Rodent enveloping it with his flesh, as the pain was only nullified by the never-ending healing. Now with the power necessary to accomplish his goal, the only reminder that Bracken has that he must abide by the contract is that unless he succeeds, the pain will never go away. But then again, if he doesn't succeed, the Black Rose will continue to prevail. The pain is but a reminder that he must succeed… and he will… by gnawing on their rotten flesh, for they have long overstayed their welcome. The Black Rose will wither into darkness, never to be heard from again. But Bracken will be the one to pluck the petals… violently.

Appearance:

Bracken takes the appearance of personal bodyguard to an elite Noxian general (whatever that may look like) (Frankly, I never had a specific image for Bracken). The Rodent, much like the lore suggests, looks like a giant red centipede-like creature with fangs and sharp teeth protruding from all over his body. While connected to Bracken's right arm, his arm looks like miniature version of the Rodent, albeit arm-shaped, with one maliciously-looking eye on the palm of the hand, and the other eye on the back of the hand.

Lore:

If you ever spot a bee in Zaun, there are only two possible places from where it might originate: the first, a rogue hive located somewhere in the sewers, developed over decades, maybe centuries, when a lonesome bee somehow made its way there, probably from a traveling merchant carrying honey. And the second, and the more likely type of bee to find, is from Hugo Bombus' apiary. Located in Factorywood, Bombus' bee farm is renowned for not only being the only honey maker in all of Zaun, but also for the type of bees it employs in the production of the honey. These are Daba Bees, originating from the southeastern portion of the continent of Shurima, just on the borders of Ixtal. How he got them? Nobody knows. But even more so, nobody cares, which is the most concrete thing anyone can say about Bombus and his hard working bees. Despite his hard work and quality products, most of it is exported to other locations in Runeterra, with the majority of Zaun remaining largely oblivious to the apiary's existence. Although one shouldn't blame the average Zaunite for their lack of knowledge of a particular bee farm, considering all the stress and enemies they have to deal with on a daily basis. But Bombus was satisfied with his position in life despite the obscurity, because the honey was fruitful and delicious, so he was rarely bothered. But if there was one person who was definitely bothered by constant company of stinging bees was Bombus' neighbor, Coppol. An impatient and disgruntled man over his inability to move out and start anew far away from Zaun, or "Runeterra's Trash Hole" as he likes to call it, the buzzing of the bees and hunch of impending stingers didn't quite help curb Coppol's crankiness. He and Bombus would have regular altercations which for the most part were innocuous, starting and ending only as arguments, never escalating to something drastic. Until one fateful day when a houseguest of Coppol almost died due to an allergic reaction after being stung, at that moment, Coppol was far from being tolerant, and decided to take matters into his own hands. So what did he do? Gassed the entire apiary of course, with no regard to anyone who was there at the moment. Bees and employees alike all succumb to the neurotoxin. But unexpectedly, this would be Coppol's undoing, as Bombus wasn't even there at that moment. But when he did come back, he was devastated to find out that everything was no more, not his employees; nor his bees; nor his honey. But the only glimmering light of retribution came in the form of a beehive separated from the rest of the apiary, located just behind Bombus' office, nurtured as a personal hobby of his without the necessity to produce honey. With nothing but revenge in his mind, Bombus took his only remaining beehive and visited a questionable scientist, the kind everyone hears of but advises to avoid. But Bombus had nothing to lose, so he told the scientist what he wants: "I want the bees to become monsters, and I want to become a monster among the bees". And with that, the procedure had begun and after several days, it was completed. Now a hulking walking incubator for monstrous bees, Bombus was ready to finish what his neighbor had started. But just he was about to step outside the scientist's residence, his name was called from behind him. As he turned back, he saw the scientist saying his farewell, and one more peculiar thing: "Send my regards to Coppol." Ever since that day, Coppol no longer had to worry about any bees buzzing his way, or anything else for that matter. But with the current problem solved, more problems make themselves realized. Bombus has to start anew. Where or how will he start? Only he can find out for himself. With a new body and new strength, he will have to discover where he wishes to propel his new life towards. If he so wishes to start a new apiary it will have to be away from Zaun, a city that's not too welcoming of those who seek a simple life. But even if he will do so, he can know for certain this time that no one will ever get in his way again. For he has the strength to enforce it, but more importantly… the bees that will sting those who walk to close to hive.

Appearance:

After his transformation, Bombus takes the appearance of a large humanoid that looks like a walking beehive, but the kind that houses murderous bees instead of cute-looking honey bees. I suppose he also wears a beekeeper attire to remind others that he's still a beekeeper at heart (so yeah, basically a giant walking beehive of killer bees wearing a beekeeper outfit). And the bees look monstrous (otherwise they wouldn't be monster bees).

Lore:

Though what people know of the Void is that it is the representation of destruction and nothing, laying waste to anything it comes into contact with. Though little did they know that this is far from the truth. As even among Voidborns, there are complicated social systems, and even more complicated behavior. But those that present the most intricacy are the Ish'Bah. The Ish'Bah do nothing by themselves, as upon reaching a certain age, they find a worthy host to establish a symbiosis with. By themselves, they do not move much. And it is for this reason that they never ventured outside of the Void. That is, until Ya'Bah and Cad'Bah would change that. Moving as slow as they can, the two Voidborns, who have not yet established a symbiosis of their own, have somehow managed to find their way into Runeterra. They weren't even aware of the presence of the other. They did not care for who the other is, as they were only motivated by what defines all Voidborns: pure instinct. Though they would soon find out why no Ish'Bah has ever been seen in Runeterra. It is because those that managed to find their way out of the Void would soon encounter the scorching sun of the Shuriman desert. Of course, what's even worse is that if they don't find a host soon, they will die, as their lives depend on the symbiosis, and the sun didn't make it any easier, being burned by the heat waves, like fine meat on an ember. Though this would normally spell doom for the unfortunate two, their fate would not be that of their brethren, as what was in front of them was a man, seemingly clad in a Shuriman attire. Of course, the culture of humans means nothing to Voidborns. But the case of this man was peculiar, as he was lying on the hot sand in a pool of blood, and armless too. Clearly, the man was dying, and the two Voidborns too. Though it was unconventional, as the Ish'Bah prefer a worthy host over a dying one, the two had no choice but to establish a symbiosis with the man, lest they die in the heat like all the ones that came before them. And with that, they moved slowly to each of the man's armless sockets. Though it took a while, the man slowly stood back on his feet, surprised that he did not succumb to his wounds. Confused on his survival, only to be bewildered by his newfound arms. Still collecting himself, the man heard a voice: "What's your name?" to which the man responded: "Jon… my name is Jon". He now knows that who was talking to him was his arms, which are now Voidborn symbiotes. "Hello Jon" says Ya'Bah. "From this day forward, we will be together." Cad'Bah continued from where Ya'Bah left. I am grateful to you for saving my life" Jon started to say. "But there is someone I need to kill. Will you help me?" They did ponder for long. "We are now together; we will be your arms from today and forever; we will tear out the throat of your enemies. So let us not be friends… but kin to one another." Though found this statement a tad unnerving, he realized that this is him from now, and he must embrace it, lest he succumbs to misery. But at the same time, he is grateful that his life was saved, and by being that give him power now less. For now, he has the means to exact revenge on whoever left him for dead in the desert. Because no longer, it is not just him… it is them. And they will be a single kinship sharing the same body. As an unlikely family, they will burn whoever gets in their way of finding that one enemy they seek. Beware, Shurima. For it is no longer Jon, or Ya'Bah, or Cad'Bah. It is… Ya'Jon'Cad!

Appearance:

Jon appears as a Shuriman man in his early 30s, clad in Shuriman attire (naturally). As the lore would imply, instead of arms, he has Ya'Bah, replacing his left arm, and Cad'Bah, replacing his right arm. You could say that they look like snakes, but that would be inaccurate. They look more like disembodied dragon heads with the neck, so they're quite thick. I suppose I don't need to mention that they're purple. Also, their heads are shaped differently from one another so that people can tell who's who.

Lore:

"The title of the strongest belongs to only one". That is what you are mostly likely to hear if you asked anyone in Runeterra who the strongest person is. After all, the definition of the word "strongest" is that there can only be one. Though some would like to believe that there is not strongest, as anyone is the strongest in of themselves, as much as they are the weakest, since every person has their strengths and weaknesses. However, if you were to ask specifically who that person is, that which possesses all the power to defeat any opposition befalls them, you would here different answers. If you asked a Targonian, they would say it's a god; if you asked a Noxian, they would say it's one of their generals; if you asked someone in Runeterra of a parallel universe, they would probably say something ludicrous like "it's some purple guy with a lantern". But if you asked anyone in Ixaocan, the capital of Ixtal, They would most definitely tell you that it is Ximkaya. A warrior among warriors, Ximkaya would through and through prove herself as the mightiest that Ixaocan had to offer. Always fending off intruders; always standing last during sparring sessions; always prevailing in all things combat. Though she took pride in her strength, for the most part, she did not have the opportunities to show it, as the Ixtali prefer to stay hidden from anyone who isn't their own. But where there was combat, Ximkaya would sure to rush over there to fight, whether the enemy be a monster or a man, or both. And as her career as a warrior continued, her fighting spirit grew as well, to the point where it became her obsession. Her fixation on combat grew so big that not only did she find every opportunity to fight, but also to the point where she desired to find someone strong enough to defeat her. Because Ximkaya believed that only through defeat may she become stronger, as already being the strongest did not suffice for her for whatever reason. However, where would the strongest warrior find someone who is even stronger than themselves? None apparently, as all the Ixtali and all the cretins of the jungles cannot stand equal to Ximkaya's might. With no hope of being defeated, Ximkaya sought to approach her problem from a different perspective. If she can't find someone stronger, then she'll just make it harder for herself to achieve victory. And she did exactly that, as she knew full well how to achieve that. Making her way to the Haraxa River, located northeast of Ixaocan, where the Haraxin subsides, one of the Ixtal's most dangerous parasites. Though this is what is told, it is not dangerous because it kills its victims, but because it turns them into takes control of them and turns them into monsters. But she has already decided, as she grabbed one from the river, big as a dog, and attached it to her back. Any other person would've already submitted to the parasite's control, But Ximkaya is not "any other person". With her sheer willpower alone, Ximkaya denied the parasite's control over her, even though it claimed her legs. But this is no easy task, as the two are constantly fighting for control over the same body. With an everlasting battle for her to be bothered with, the fights that will befall Ximkaya in the future will be even harder for her to overcome, as this never-ending disadvantage just might show her defeat, and through that, becoming even stronger. But who will find victory first? Ximkaya, who seeks to become stronger through defeat… or the parasite, he seeks to show her defeat for the last and only time in her life.

Appearance:

Ximkaya takes the appearance of an Ixtali woman transformed into a dark green plant monster of sorts. Her legs have been replaced with several plant-like tendrils. The Haraxin parasite which, as mentioned in the lore, is as big as a dog, sticks to her back by boring his appendages into her flesh. It also used its appendages to cover her breast which is otherwise bare, as she has no use for armor when she is what the parasite turned her into.