Nikkai

Lore:

Dragons. They are as varied and plentiful as the star in the night sky. Whether it'd be their size, color, or the shape of their head. Some are hostile to anyone who isn't them; While others friendlier to strangers. Regardless, they are as powerful as they are majestic. But no matter how strong they, or how terrifying they might be. Any man or woman will struggle against the might of a dragon. Except for one man. One man who is their bane. One man whose is known throughout the Freljord. One man who will stop at nothing but to find the thrill of fighting a dragon and claiming their trophies. Of course, that would be the case in the days of past. As he since found a new purpose. But for those who knew him in his prime, his name was Nikkai. A man who could not stand the ignorance of the Freljordian tribes and their obsession with war, he ventured outwards into the other regions of Runeterra. It would not be long before Nikkai found his gift of slaying dragons. Even as his swords would break, he would pummel them with his fists and rip them apart. Skulls turned to helmets; clawed feet turned to greaves; scaly hides turned to armor. Nothing could have been more exciting for him. But then, something happened that would change him forever. There he was, deep in the jungles of Ixtal, having yet another battle with a dragon. And a shadow dragon too no less. A hide as pitch-black as the night, the fight was nothing short of euphoric. And then, the mighty shadow fell to the ground. As Nikkai was about to carve yet another trophy, he heard a cry. A cry coming from behind a tree. As he walked to see what's behind it, there he saw a patch void of trees to obscure the light and crowd the animals. It was a nest, a dragon nest. And in it, three baby dragons, calling out for food. And then it came to him; Nikkai realized that he robbed these younglings of their mother, who was only protecting what she cherished. "I find joy in the slaying of others, who merely wish to go about their lives" he thought to himself. "How am I any better than these majestic beasts? I am not." For the grief struck him hard that he doomed these young to no future. But as he lied there hopelessly on the grassy ground questioning his place in the world, the babies cared not for his conscience, as they approached to be in his presence like he was a friend… or a mother. It was at that moment that Nikkai realized, that it is not too late for redemption. Back he stood on his feet and with all three babies in his arms, there he went, back to home with a new realization of what he must do. And that is to raise these dragons to their adulthood, and have them become allies of mankind. Abstaining from the slaying of dragons henceforth, and wearing the last dragon armor he has as reminder that he must repent, he now carries the young dragons, which he named Skia, Tzel, and Kagye, as they are now together wherever they go. And maybe, he can be the mother that they never had.

Appearance:

Nikkai is a tall, Freljordian man wearing a black armor made of dragon skin. The helmet is also designed to look like the head of a dragon. The armor has spikes protruding from different places of it. The most interesting part is specially customized holders he has around his chest he uses to carry the baby dragons with. Skia is in the front, while Tzel and Kagye or on the back on each side. Skia and Tzel are male while Kagye is female. They are small black dragons (Because they're young).