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:

One would think that the people of Piltover have it good all the time, with all their technology and whatnot. However, any Piltovan would tell you that this is far from the truth. But if you a particular man who goes by the name of Winston, he would tell you that what others would tell you is nothing more than a coating of sugar. That is, if you asked him after his accident. Originally a guard at the Ecliptic Vaults, he would find his life changed forever after a peculiar perpetrator crippled him for life from the waist down, even though that same perpetrator didn't even notice that Winston was in way, as he was just a casualty that never even mattered. Years have passed as Winston sat on a wheelchair, albeit a Piltovan one, he found himself moving from job to job, but never holding it for too long. It's hard to employ a handicapped person and expect them to do competently work. But it was even harder for Winston knowing that he will never walk again. Bitter and disgruntled over his current state, Winston found himself gradually falling into constant anger. However, on one bright day, it would come to him via word of mouth that there might be a possible solution to his problem over at Zaun, known only as Protocol Ladder. Knowing full well the misery of having to spend the rest of his life on wheelchair, Winston didn't think twice of discovering what it was about. So there he was, with all the things that he needs in hand, off to Zaun he went to wherever this thing is. Upon reaching his destination, which was a laboratory sponsored by a shady hospital somewhere in the Sunken City, what he saw around him was a plethora of gizmos and devices he couldn't possibly begin to understand. Unusual for a Piltovan to be unfamiliar with technology, but then again, Winston never cared too much about it to begin with. But what is relevant right now is that he fixes himself by whatever means necessary. There, a man approached him and explained to him the procedure of returning the power back to his legs. Winston quickly learned that the process was much more than just being able to walk again, as throughout the explanation, what was told to him was that his body will be placed in an Exosuit. Winston didn't care too much for the details, because all he wanted was to walk again. So with no further ado, he took part in Protocol Ladder. By the end of it, Winston found himself dwarfing all the other scientists as he stood tall inside his new mechanical body. Though initially enthusiastic being able to walk once more, one shouldn't have high expectations when it comes to dealing with Zaun, as there is always a price. And it wouldn't take him to find out, as shortly after, Winston's mind would gradually decay into a murderous rage, fueled by the need to kill. This was all part of Protocol Ladder, the purpose of which was to create units of combat capable of taking out questionable tasks. And Winston was given three different Exosuits: BULLDOZER, for taking on powerful oppositions; DESTROYER, for leveling undesired locations; BEHEMOTH, for chasing down specific targets. Though Winston's position newly made death machine wouldn't last long. As on his first mission, assigned to burn down a random slum, Winston remembered that he was originally taught to protect people and not destroy them, being a guard for one of Piltover's most secured vaults. With his self-awareness alone, Winston overcame the programming that defiled his mind and was able to reclaim himself. With that, Winston escaped Zaun and returned to Piltover. Now at a loss, Winston never really planned what he was going to do after he was able to walk again, even without his original legs. Though the defilement that was bestowed on him still lingers within, even though as just a fraction. Still containing within him a little taint of rage, Winston came to the realization of what he wants to do next: find the one that took his legs away from him and eliminate them. And with three Exosuits in his control, freely switching between them as they are automated to follow him when he doesn't control them directly, Winston did exactly that. And though there is some sadness in this tale, a tale of a man who never wanted to be corrupted, there is one clearly lesson that anyone can learn from this: Never trust Zaun.

Appearance:

Winston appears as a rugged Piltovan man who's been through too much. At least that's what's shown on his face because the rest of his body is covered by one of his three Exosuits. BULLDOZER is bipedal and is designed for close combat. DESTROYER is bipedal and is designed for leveling structures. BEHEMOTH is quadrupedal and is designed for chasing down targets with speed.

Lore:

In these days, the term "Ascended" is mostly identified with Shurima. And what people know of them is that they all hail from the desert lands. However, this is but a popular misconception, as there are in fact many types of Ascended. There are the God-Warriors, the most familiar of the forms. The Darkin, Sunborn who were deviated by blood magic. The aspects, personifications of celestial power from Mount Targon. All of these are in fact Ascended in their own way. But then there are the Baccai, those who failed to ascend. They were transformed into twisted and malformed versions of their Sunborn counterparts. Though essentially the same to their more respected brethren, they were not revered for whatever power they might have, as it is a kindness to end their lives as fast as possible. Although if people would've given them the opportunity, the Baccai would've presented themselves as worthy assets to the Shurima. Alas, the sight of a Baccai only warrants that they die immediately. For most of them, it is not a problem. But for Shaharyx, it very much is. Yet another failed Ascended, Shaharyx's appearance only warrants that he be mercy killed like all the other Baccai. However, Shaharyx refused, and subsequently murdered his would-be executioners. And then, almost immediately at the thick of the night, Shaharyx flew away from Shurima. Over the course millennia, people across Runeterra to have seen a black bird flying in the sky. Though only if they knew that it was in fact Shaharyx, the Baccai who wishes to prove his worth. And he has been working very hard to achieve that. Not only for himself, but for all the Baccai who have lost their lives to failed ascension. For what is important to him is that Runeterra know that even that which appears a monster, can be beneficial to the world. So Shaharyx continues his self-given purpose of endless endeavors and hopefully, Runeterra kind might just look back at its errors and regret.

Appearance:

Shaharyx is a Baccai, a failed ascended. He appears as a malformed bird-like humanoid with large wings in ancient Shuriman fashion.