Master Yi

Through the old military craft of Wuju, Master Yi has tempered his body and honed his brain until the point that idea and activity have turned out to be one. Despite the fact that he goes into savagery if all else fails, the elegance and speed with which he uses his cutting edge guarantees determination is constantly quick. As the last living specialist of Wuju, Master Yi has committed his life to finding capable understudies to bear on the heritage of his lost individuals.

Indeed, even before Yi mastered Wuju, he was viewed as a standout amongst the most gifted specialists of the otherworldly military craftsmanship. He would soon demonstrate his mastery when expression of a gigantic Noxian attack achieved his remote town. Yi cleared over the war zones of Ionia, turning back the tide of Noxus' immense infantry with quick and lethal strikes, much to the shame of Noxian High Command. Perceiving the danger the Wuju pupils postured to their intrusion, the Noxians released a nightmarish substance assault on the home of the savage craftsmanship. The individuals who some way or another survived the noxious invention had their psyches turned destroyed. Yi's house was left in demolish.

At the war's decision, Yi came back to the unusual stays of his town. There he turned into the assault's last loss. Killed in soul, if not in body, Yi clung to the main feeling left inside his heart: retaliation. Driven just by his want to rebuff those who'd decimated his home, Yi invested years preparing in segregation. He turned into a deadlier swordsman than he had ever been, however genuine mastery of Wuju still evaded him.

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Maokai

''Surrounding me are void husks, cruel and unafraid... in any case, I will bring them fear.''

Maokai is a rageful, transcending treant who battles the unnatural abhorrences of the Shadow Isles. He was contorted into a power of retaliation after an enchanted calamity wrecked his home, surviving undeath just through the waters of life implanted inside his heartwood. Once a tranquil nature soul, Maokai now angrily fights to exile the scourge of unlife from the Shadow Isles and reestablish his home to its previous excellence.

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Malzahar

Numerous men have gone distraught underneath the glare of the Shurima sun, yet it was amid the night's chilling grasp that Malzahar surrendered his rational soundness. Malzahar was conceived a soothsayer, favored with the endowment of prediction. His ability, however foul, guaranteed to be one of Runeterra's most prominent helps, yet fate plotted him another course; his affectability to the annoying tides of destiny permitted other, unwelcome things to pull at his subliminal personality. In his fantasies, where the cover of division is most slender, a vile thing called. For quite a while, Malzahar could oppose its nudging requesting, however with each passing night the voice became louder, or maybe more profound, until the point that he could withstand the call no more.

He wandered into the betray without provisions, drawn by the bait of a presumptive appeal. His goal: a lost human progress toward the east, referred to antiquated messages as Icathia. Scarcely any accepted such a place at any point existed, and the individuals who did were sure that the sands had since a long time ago ate up whatever remained. At the point when Malzahar's broken feet at long last fizzled him, he ended up stooping at the base of a strange disintegrating pillar. Past it lay the outsider geometry of a demolished city and the goliath rotting symbols of dim and awful divine beings. His eyes, seeing what others can't, and what none should, were loaded with the pith of the Void. His once moving dreams without bounds were supplanted with the permanent guarantee of Valoran assailed by animals of the Void. Remaining solitary, yet not the only one, in the midst of the reverberating rises, he saw the well-known voice get away from his own lips in a dry grate, bearing three words whose weight trembled his knees: League of Legends. Presently mixed with the energy of the Void itself, Malzahar set off toward the north to look for his destiny.

''The land may liquefy, the ocean may swell, the sky may fall... yet, They will come.''

- Malzahar

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Malphite

There is a universe of flawless agreement, where all are a piece of the entirety. The Monolith is the substance of all creation, and its inhabitants are however particular bits of it. It is wonderful in its symmetry, and in its practically total absence of vulnerability. The rough creatures that live there know their place and work to satisfy their obligations without bounds degree, working nearly as a superorganism or hive. Malphite has dependably strived to satisfy his maximum capacity, as his very own piece of the entire, serving the part of a recognized animal questing to uphold his kin's perfect vision of request.

One day, abruptly, a dimensional fracture opened, and he was summoned over the universe to the universe of Runeterra. The progress was excruciating and alarming for him, as he was cut off from the melody of his kin and the Monolith - things that had been ever-present in him since the day he was conceived. He seethed, caught in the Summoning Circle, as the individuals who had called him made their request. Runeterra was a world that had almost been devoured by its disharmony. It was a world that required champions to bring request out of bedlam. It was to that end that the stone animal was summoned, with the goal that he could help them in this mission. Looking past his own particular dread and worry, Malphite could see this was a respectable objective, and one in which he could take an interest - maybe remarkably so. Today, as a component of the League of Legends, he pounds the individuals who might look to agitate Valoran's development toward arrange, particularly turning his regard for those that employ confused enchantment. Lamentably, Malphite has additionally started to change, as he has been compelled to confront his own significant dejection among the world's energetic singularity.

Be careful, flunkies of confusion! The Shard of the Monolith has come.

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Lux

Destined to the lofty Crownguards, the paragon group of Demacian benefit, Luxanna was bound for significance. She grew up as the family's just girl, and she instantly took to the propelled training and luxurious gatherings expected of families as prominent as the Crownguards. As Lux developed, it turned out to be certain that she was uncommonly talented. She could play traps that influenced individuals to trust they had seen things that did not really exist. She could likewise cover up on display. Some way or another, she could figure out arcane mystical spells in the wake of seeing them cast just once. She was hailed as a wonder, drawing the affections of the Demacian government, military, and subjects alike.

As one of the most youthful ladies to be tried by the College of Magic, she was found to have a special order over the forces of light. The youthful Lux saw this as an extraordinary blessing, something for her to grasp and use for the sake of good. Understanding her interesting abilities, the Demacian military selected and prepared her in undercover operations. She rapidly wound up noticeably famous for her challenging accomplishments; the most unsafe of which discovered her somewhere down in the assemblies of the Noxian High Command. She extricated significant inside data about the Noxus-Ionian clash, acquiring her extraordinary support with Demacians and Ionians alike. Be that as it may, observation and reconnaissance was not for her. A light of her kin, Lux's actual calling was the League of Legends, where she could emulate her sibling's example and release her blessings as a motivation for all of Demacia.

''Her controlling light makes adversaries watchful, yet they should stress most when the light blurs.''

- Garen, The Might of Demacia

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Lulu

Maybe more than some other champion in the League, Lulu walks to the beat of her own drum. Amid her childhood in Bandle City, she invested the vast majority of her energy meandering alone in the woods or lost in a stare off into space. It wasn't that she was withdrawn; the everyday clamor of Bandle City just couldn't rival the dynamic universe of her creative energy. She saw ponder in places a great many people neglected. This was the means by which she discovered Pix, a fae soul, putting on a show to be stuck in a perch room. Lulu's creative ability recognized her to Pix and he grabbed the chance to bait her into his reality. He conveyed her to the Glade, the charmed home of the fae, which lay settled in a clearing in the forested areas. There the unbending properties of the outside world - things like size and shading - changed as every now and again and unconventionally as the bearing of the breeze. Lulu felt at home in the Glade and she waited there with Pix, intrigued by this mystery put. 

She rapidly forgot about time. Her life in the Glade was agreeable and characteristic. She and Pix played fae recreations together, the sorts of amusements that she had been told were ''make believe''... what's more, she got exceedingly great at them. It got her off guard she all of a sudden recollected that she had abandoned an existence in Bandle City. The Glade had a method for making everything outside appear to be inaccessible and strange. Lulu chose to return to her previous home, to share a portion of the stunning things she'd adapted, however when she and Pix restored the world had changed. Time, she found, was another property that acted distinctively in the Glade, and hundreds of years had passed while she was away. Lulu looked to reconnect to the inhabitants of the outside world however her endeavors had grievous outcomes. She drove every one of the youngsters off to play find the stowaway, incidentally transforming them into blooms and creatures to flavor up the amusement, however their folks didn't value her endeavors. At the point when the yordles demanded that she leave their territory, she swung to a dynamic mystical place where those with strange endowments were not quite recently acknowledged but rather venerated: the League of Legends. 

''The best way between two focuses is topsy turvy, between, at that point back to front and round once more.'' 

- Lulu

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