Ignatius

Lore:

If you asked anyone in Runeterra what a Hexa-Morphic Trans-mutational Combustolizer is, then they most definitely wouldn't be able to tell you what it is. Unless you're from Piltover… in which they also wouldn't be able to tell you what it is. Well what is it exactly? Nobody knows for sure. Except that it's one of over a thousand inventions of Ignatius Morrester, Piltover's resident invento-maniac. This kid has an innumerable amount of contraptions to his portfolio. Although it probably wouldn't have happened this way if it weren’t for that gizmo he got on his sixth birthday. Ever since then, he discovered the fascination brought about by aweing at the machinations of technology, as there was something so euphoric and pleasing as just watching gears and belts move along the same place over and over again. So since that day, Ignatius dedicated his life to discovering as many machines as possible… by inventing more machines. From things that are actually useful, like a machine that makes breakfast for you, to things that are utterly useless without any purpose what's so ever, like a machine that makes some kind of random noise. Ignatius didn't even think about what kind of machine he was going to make. He just let his body take control and build the machine itself, as if it was just another process of nature. The kid was a real genius, and everybody around him knew that as well. However, despite his ambition to keep on inventing whatever his hands would guide him to, Ignatius never really thought about the future. He wasn't concerned with profiting from his inventions, or anything similar for that matter. Because his need for invention was pure instinct, unseen by any other Piltovan. But this is exactly the problem. Since his parents, whom he has been living with since forever, could not tolerate anymore a house littered with metallic devices that serve no purpose other than to take the space of the house. Nor will they put up with a child who is seemingly impractical or unrealistic in his mode of life. So as sad as it was for them, they presented before their child an ultimatum: "Either you find a purpose in your life with those machines, or you're leaving home." For the first time in his life, Ignatius received a slap to the face that woke him up to reality. At that moment, he realized that he needs to change, as he can only go so much with inventing doo-hickeys and living under his roof. So for several months, Ignatius would walk the streets of Piltover as a street vendor, selling his inventions to whoever is interested. And while he has found moderate success in his sales, his house, which is actually his parents', was still littered with redundant gizmos of various purposes. The goal was to ultimately clean the house of any and all inventions. Although it would not take for long before Ignatius would be presented with an offer that could accomplish that. As a one of Piltover's most renowned professor approached Ignatius one day, with the desire to acquire all of his inventions. Realizing this is his greatest opportunity yet, Ignatius rushed home. On a day that his parents were seemingly not present, he couldn't help but feel an unnerving tranquility, as his house was cleaner than usual. "Clean" as in all the inventions were gone! Bewildered by this unprecedented situation, Ignatius searched all over the house for hours. By the end of his sweep, he found only three things: two of his inventions, the Magne-Ball and the Wind-Stick, and a note reading "Thanks, Chum!" Ignatius could not let his golden opportunity go to waste, so he did the only logical thing there is to do: he took his two remaining inventions, and set a quest all over Piltover for his machines. With only one clue telling him of who might be the perpetrator, he has to act fast. He doesn't want to keep the professor waiting…

Appearance:

Ignatius is a seemingly regular Piltovan 16-year-old. He wears oil-stained Piltovan cloth to emphasize his passion for invention. He carries his Magne-Ball, a mechanical heavy ball with magnetic properties, and his Wind-Stick, a metallic stick that propels air from its edge.