Sika

Lore:  

At this point, everyone knows of the Noxian invasion in Ionia, and not just Ionians, but all of Runeterra. Frankly, the story has become so tedious that some don't even want to hear it anymore. Of course, it's easy for the conventional person to say that it doesn't mean anything to them. But for an Ionian, it is very much a story that they wish was never real. Countless casualties and countless survivors, warriors who stood their ground to protect their homeland. Although not all who have fought against the invasion participated in combat. Some in their own way; in the way that they know. One such individual is Sika. A physician specializing in needle medicine, Sika was not recognized as a conventional healer by his peers. And though he had occasional successes with his patients, it hasn't really garnered him any recognition, even though that was of little concern for him. For what really mattered to him was the belief in his work and the pride he took in using it. Though his methodology would change forever after the invasion, as it all started on the battlefield. Being one of many medics enlisted to take care of injured warriors, he had to act fast since it was still in the midst of battle. And then there it was, fourteen warriors came in to his tent all at once, bruised and bleeding from various cuts all over their body. As if that wasn't bad enough with all the other patients he had to take care of. But he had no time for contemplation, and he acted on the double with all his assistants. An order here and an order there, everyone acted fast to his command, with whatever tools they had, mostly needles. However, despite the urgency, despite the seriousness, the fourteen injured warriors that entered his tent would never leave it, and their death was confirmed on the spot. And he kneeled distraught on the floor over his failure, a Noxian soldier, mighty and tall, barged in to the tent uninvited, ready to slay his enemies. But Sika had no intention of putting up with the filth of a man he did even look in the eyes. Without even looking, Sika threw a needle at Noxian, pinpoint in the middle of his neck. Though seemingly an innocuous move, the Noxian removed the needle and continued to walk towards his kneeling victim, until he finally stood above him. And as he rose his axe lay it down on Sika's head, before the Noxian could do anything, he fell backwards on the floor as blood gushed out through every orifice in his face. Though the threat of death has been removed, the atmosphere of it has not, and Sika continued to kneel on the ground. But even after the invasion, Sika remained despondent over his failure, unable to continue his work as physician, fearing more people might die at his hands. But as he sat on a chair contemplating his life decisions, it was at a random moment that came to him, that if he cannot save people with needles, then he might as well kill them. But who kill? Noxians, of course. And with that sudden realization, Sika gradually shifted his methodology from that of a healer to that of a warrior. Never to heal others with his talents, and never to doubt what he is capable. For now he no longer has to fear that people will accidentally die at his hands when he tries to save them, as they will surely die when he punctures them with his needles. Now, Ionia has another warrior, and Sika will steel himself to protect his homeland in the one way he should've to begin with: the death of anyone who threatens its peace.

Appearance:

Frankly, I never really imagined how Sika would look like specifically. You could say that he's an Ionian man who wears an attire to symbolize his transition from a physician to a warrior. He's probably also middle-aged.