There used to be a Piltovian man named Corin Reveck who had a little girl named Orianna, whom he cherished more than whatever else on the planet. In spite of the fact that Orianna had staggering ability for moving, she was profoundly intrigued by the champions of the League of Legends. This interest constrained her to start preparing to wind up plainly such a champion. Tragically that her protected, wide-peered toward naivete drove her to take superfluous and risky risks which at last prompted her appalling downfall. Orianna's passing smashed Corin, driving him into profound misery and a fixation on techmaturgy. He couldn't stand the void his girl's passing left in his life, so he chose to manufacture a substitution - one that would finish Orianna's fantasy of joining the League. What was made is the perfect timing executing machine that Corin named after his little girl. Realizing that she was bound to be a champion and seeing the way the circumstances were transforming, he made The Ball as her pet and defender. This almost advantageous creation utilizes an alternate kind of techmaturgy, depending more intensely on power than accuracy.
Orianna and The Ball now battle as Champions in the League of Legends, utilizing her occasionally misinformed profound quality as a compass. She tries decisively to fit in with everyone around her. Be that as it may, regardless of how hard she tries, Orianna can never be human and there is continually something alarming and outsider about her. In spite of the fact that she endeavors social association with different champions in the League of Legends, there are few who can move beyond her fascinating nature. To many, it's as though there's not all that much, that Orianna is only a cruel precision shell - a risky and fatal one at that. Nonetheless, from the start she remains the ideal girl in her dad's eyes.
''Hit the dance floor with me, my pet. Hit the dance floor with me into insensibility.''
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