Singed slipped from a long line of Zaun's loved physicists. Indeed, even in his childhood, his ability for devising elixirs far exceeded that of his companions, and he immediately separated himself from his less remarkable scientific expert countrymen. It shocked no one to anybody when he was chosen for apprenticeship by the scandalous Warwick, ace pharmacist on a lucrative retainer with the Noxian military amid their crusade against Ionia. Inside Warwick's research centers, Singed works without end, quickly engrossing everything about his forerunner's destructive specialty. Singed had little worry for the demise and pulverization that was the his reward for all the hard work. When the scourge of lycanthropy slid to guarantee his lord, Singed was balanced and anxious to make the progress from workhorse to pioneer; he was prepared to share his virtuoso by conveying another brand of agony to the Ionian front. His enthusiasm for advance was voracious, and when reasonable guineas pigs ended up being hard to find, the anxious scientist was frequently thought to turn his unstable blends without anyone else tissue.
At the point when the uneasy peace made by the League of Legends settled on the world, Singed ventured to the one place where he was as yet ready to feature his adored art: the Institute of War. At this point he was scarcely even a man, his body both demolished and maintained by his clever specialty. A thousand consumes - mischances of shadow and fire - deface his desolated frame, and introduction to such brutal conditions has stifled his nerves, solidified his body, and reinforced his physical make-up, changing him into a veritable juggernaut. This, joined with an imposing munititions stockpile of savage inventions, makes Singed a power to be figured with on the Fields of Justice.
''My deadliest measurement should bear my supporter's name!''
- Singed, having quite recently initiated the Insanity Potion
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