Post by thejudicator4 on Jun 17, 2013 15:08:26 GMT -5
Name: Kayle
Alias: The Judicator
Class: Fighter
Race: Angel
Age: Unknown (10,000 years+)
Occupation: Shield for the Institute
Residence: Institute of War
Alignment: Lawful good
Abilities:
Passive- Holy Fervor
Kayle strikes her target with enough force that it slowly ebbs away at any armor her opponent may be wearing, eventually breaking through it if she is given the chance.
Q- Reckoning
Kayle sends out a blast of concentrated energy at her foe, doing a flat amount of damage and reducing it's mobility.
W- Divine Blessing
Kayle learned a little of the magical arts of her people. While she did not study it thoroughly, she did pick up a few things. Kayle blesses a target, healing it and increasing it's mobility. It only fully heals minor injuries, and is good enough to bring someone back from the brink of death, but no more than that.
E- Righteous Fury
Kayle ignites her sword with holy flames, giving her range and adding the force of the fire to her damage, burning her target and everything within a close distance around it.
R- Intervention
Kayle shields her target in holy light, protecting them from all harm and contact. Kayle can also shield multiple targets, however, the more targets there are, the more energy Kayle has to expend.
Biography
In a world far away where an ancient war still rages, Kayle was a great hero - the strongest of an immortal race committed to destroying evil wherever it could be found. For ten thousand years, Kayle fought tirelessly for her people, wielding her flaming sword forged before time itself. She shielded her delicate features beneath her enchanted armor, the sole remaining masterpiece of an extinct race of craftsmen. Though a beautiful, striking creature, Kayle, now as then, avoids showing her face; war has taken a terrible toll upon her spirit. In her quest for victory, she sometimes would try to lift the wicked up from their morass of evil, but more than often she instead purged those she herself deemed beyond redemption. To Kayle, justice can so often be an ugly thing.
Ten years ago, Kayle's war against evil was nearly won... until her rebellious sister Morgana, a pariah amongst their people, suddenly gained powerful new allies: magicians of a hitherto unknown world called Runeterra. Morgana traded servitude to a number of the summoners in Runeterra's League of Legends for powerful new abilities that, if mastered, threatened to bring Kayle and her people to their knees. To save her world, Kayle had no choice but to make a pact with the League herself. She approached the leader of the League, High Counselor Reginald Ashram, with a deal of her own. In exchange for a thousand years of Kayle's service, Ashram halted all League interference on Kayle's world. With Ashram's disappearance five years ago, Kayle has new causes on Valoran: find out who or what caused Ashram to disappear, defeat her sister Morgana upon the Fields of Justice, and bring her own brand of justice to the League of Legends.
''In the League of Legends, Justice comes on swift wings.''
League Judgement
OBSERVATION
Kayle's wings folded against her back as her feet echoed throughout the Institute. Her helmet held to her side, her eyes forward. Soon, she entered the office of High Councilor Reginald Ashram. The High Councilor sat at his desk, writing a few things down on a piece of scroll.
"I was wondering when you were coming to see me, Judicator." Ashram spoke, looking up from his parchment and smiling at the angelic creature before him. "Just as eager as your sister, I see."
"Do not call her that." Kayle said, her tone slightly losing it's even demeanor. Ashram frowned, taking off his glasses and sitting them down on his desk. "Come Kayle, have a seat." The summoner said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Kayle looked at the chair, then back to him before sitting down, her helmet resting on her lap.
"You have come to join the League, yes?" Ashram asked, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I have." Kayle replied, her face expressionless as always. "But on one condition." Ashram raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Go on." Kayle let out a soft sigh and continued speaking. "I will offer my services for the Fields of Justice, as well as the Institute of War, for one thousand years. In exchange, you leave my world be."
Ashram drummed his fingers together for a moment, furrowing his brow as if in thought. Finally, after a long moment, he smiled and nodded. "Agreed, Judicator, all summoner activity on your world will be halted." He extended his hand to her.
Kayle looked at his hand and extended her own, grasping it and shaking it....
REFLECTION
As soon as Kayle took Ashrams hand, a blinding light flashed in front of her eyes, forcing them to close. "Kayle... Kayle!!" Her name rang in her ears. Kayle rubbed her eyes before opening them. Morgana's form slowly came into view. Instinctively, Kayle reached for her blade, but she grasped nothing. Kayle stood in her golden armor, shining from the light of the sun that sat so near to where they were. "What Morgana?" Kayle asked, turning to face her sister.
Morgana was dressed in an elegant dress, her golden wings folded against her back, long blonde hair flowing freely down her shoulders. Kayle couldn't even remember the last time she had seen Morgana this way.
"Kayle, don't you see what is happening here? This isn't freedom, it's tyranny!"
"I already told you, I am done discussing this. Now go get ready, we have business to take care of." Kayle replied, walking past Morgana. Morgana stood their, frozen slightly. "You would turn against your own sister? Your own blood?" She said, turning to face Kayle, a look of betrayal on her face."
"No." Kayle replied, turning back to her, frowning from behind her golden helmet. "We do not argue, Morgana. We do what we must, you know this."
Morgana clenched her fists in anger. "This is not right Kayle! This is not justice! This is-" "SILENCE!" Kayle snapped, cutting her sister off. "I will hear no more of this... now go get ready."
Morgana stood, dumfounded, before she finally spoke in a quiet tone. "No, I will not." Kayle scowled. "You dare defy our way?" Morgana's look of betrayal turned into an icy glare. "I do, sister." Kayle met Morgana's glare with her own. "Then you are no sister of mine."
Kayle turned to fly off, but stopped when Morgana continued to speak. "Why do you wish to join the league, Kayle?" The question almost knocked Kayle off her feet. "What...?" Kayle turned around back to Morgana. Her sister was the way she was now, purple hued skin, purple hair, dark, decrepit wings. "Why do you wish to join the League?" Morgana repeated. "To save my people." Kayle finally answered. "Why do you wish to join the League?" Kayle was genuinely stumped.
"I.. I don't.." She said, all of a sudden her armor feeling like it weighed a thousand tons. Morgana calmly strolled over and placed her hands on Kayle's helmet, removing it. For the first time in a long time, Kayle finally got a good look at her sister. "Why do you wish to join the League, Kayle?" Morgana repeated a third time. "I..." Kayle's thoughts raced as her golden hair whipped slightly in the wind. "I... I'm sorry..." She finally managed to choke out. "I would defy the gods themselves if I knew you would forgive me..." She went on.
Morgana smiled and nodded, satisfied with her answer. All of a sudden, the blinding light engulfed Kayle once more, and she was back sitting in Ashrams office. "How does it feel having your mind exposed?" Ashram asked, leaning back in his chair slightly. Kayle was silent for a long moment, letting what just happen sink in. Finally, she stood up, looking down at the summoner. "It changes nothing." She said, turning to walk out of the room. A single tear falling to plop silently on the stone floor.
Ashram watched the angel leave and sighed, looking a where the tear had fallen. "Welcome to the League, Kayle the Judicator." He whispered under his breath, going about his business once more....
Alias: The Judicator
Class: Fighter
Race: Angel
Age: Unknown (10,000 years+)
Occupation: Shield for the Institute
Residence: Institute of War
Alignment: Lawful good
Abilities:
Passive- Holy Fervor
Kayle strikes her target with enough force that it slowly ebbs away at any armor her opponent may be wearing, eventually breaking through it if she is given the chance.
Q- Reckoning
Kayle sends out a blast of concentrated energy at her foe, doing a flat amount of damage and reducing it's mobility.
W- Divine Blessing
Kayle learned a little of the magical arts of her people. While she did not study it thoroughly, she did pick up a few things. Kayle blesses a target, healing it and increasing it's mobility. It only fully heals minor injuries, and is good enough to bring someone back from the brink of death, but no more than that.
E- Righteous Fury
Kayle ignites her sword with holy flames, giving her range and adding the force of the fire to her damage, burning her target and everything within a close distance around it.
R- Intervention
Kayle shields her target in holy light, protecting them from all harm and contact. Kayle can also shield multiple targets, however, the more targets there are, the more energy Kayle has to expend.
Biography
In a world far away where an ancient war still rages, Kayle was a great hero - the strongest of an immortal race committed to destroying evil wherever it could be found. For ten thousand years, Kayle fought tirelessly for her people, wielding her flaming sword forged before time itself. She shielded her delicate features beneath her enchanted armor, the sole remaining masterpiece of an extinct race of craftsmen. Though a beautiful, striking creature, Kayle, now as then, avoids showing her face; war has taken a terrible toll upon her spirit. In her quest for victory, she sometimes would try to lift the wicked up from their morass of evil, but more than often she instead purged those she herself deemed beyond redemption. To Kayle, justice can so often be an ugly thing.
Ten years ago, Kayle's war against evil was nearly won... until her rebellious sister Morgana, a pariah amongst their people, suddenly gained powerful new allies: magicians of a hitherto unknown world called Runeterra. Morgana traded servitude to a number of the summoners in Runeterra's League of Legends for powerful new abilities that, if mastered, threatened to bring Kayle and her people to their knees. To save her world, Kayle had no choice but to make a pact with the League herself. She approached the leader of the League, High Counselor Reginald Ashram, with a deal of her own. In exchange for a thousand years of Kayle's service, Ashram halted all League interference on Kayle's world. With Ashram's disappearance five years ago, Kayle has new causes on Valoran: find out who or what caused Ashram to disappear, defeat her sister Morgana upon the Fields of Justice, and bring her own brand of justice to the League of Legends.
''In the League of Legends, Justice comes on swift wings.''
League Judgement
OBSERVATION
Kayle's wings folded against her back as her feet echoed throughout the Institute. Her helmet held to her side, her eyes forward. Soon, she entered the office of High Councilor Reginald Ashram. The High Councilor sat at his desk, writing a few things down on a piece of scroll.
"I was wondering when you were coming to see me, Judicator." Ashram spoke, looking up from his parchment and smiling at the angelic creature before him. "Just as eager as your sister, I see."
"Do not call her that." Kayle said, her tone slightly losing it's even demeanor. Ashram frowned, taking off his glasses and sitting them down on his desk. "Come Kayle, have a seat." The summoner said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Kayle looked at the chair, then back to him before sitting down, her helmet resting on her lap.
"You have come to join the League, yes?" Ashram asked, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I have." Kayle replied, her face expressionless as always. "But on one condition." Ashram raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Go on." Kayle let out a soft sigh and continued speaking. "I will offer my services for the Fields of Justice, as well as the Institute of War, for one thousand years. In exchange, you leave my world be."
Ashram drummed his fingers together for a moment, furrowing his brow as if in thought. Finally, after a long moment, he smiled and nodded. "Agreed, Judicator, all summoner activity on your world will be halted." He extended his hand to her.
Kayle looked at his hand and extended her own, grasping it and shaking it....
REFLECTION
As soon as Kayle took Ashrams hand, a blinding light flashed in front of her eyes, forcing them to close. "Kayle... Kayle!!" Her name rang in her ears. Kayle rubbed her eyes before opening them. Morgana's form slowly came into view. Instinctively, Kayle reached for her blade, but she grasped nothing. Kayle stood in her golden armor, shining from the light of the sun that sat so near to where they were. "What Morgana?" Kayle asked, turning to face her sister.
Morgana was dressed in an elegant dress, her golden wings folded against her back, long blonde hair flowing freely down her shoulders. Kayle couldn't even remember the last time she had seen Morgana this way.
"Kayle, don't you see what is happening here? This isn't freedom, it's tyranny!"
"I already told you, I am done discussing this. Now go get ready, we have business to take care of." Kayle replied, walking past Morgana. Morgana stood their, frozen slightly. "You would turn against your own sister? Your own blood?" She said, turning to face Kayle, a look of betrayal on her face."
"No." Kayle replied, turning back to her, frowning from behind her golden helmet. "We do not argue, Morgana. We do what we must, you know this."
Morgana clenched her fists in anger. "This is not right Kayle! This is not justice! This is-" "SILENCE!" Kayle snapped, cutting her sister off. "I will hear no more of this... now go get ready."
Morgana stood, dumfounded, before she finally spoke in a quiet tone. "No, I will not." Kayle scowled. "You dare defy our way?" Morgana's look of betrayal turned into an icy glare. "I do, sister." Kayle met Morgana's glare with her own. "Then you are no sister of mine."
Kayle turned to fly off, but stopped when Morgana continued to speak. "Why do you wish to join the league, Kayle?" The question almost knocked Kayle off her feet. "What...?" Kayle turned around back to Morgana. Her sister was the way she was now, purple hued skin, purple hair, dark, decrepit wings. "Why do you wish to join the League?" Morgana repeated. "To save my people." Kayle finally answered. "Why do you wish to join the League?" Kayle was genuinely stumped.
"I.. I don't.." She said, all of a sudden her armor feeling like it weighed a thousand tons. Morgana calmly strolled over and placed her hands on Kayle's helmet, removing it. For the first time in a long time, Kayle finally got a good look at her sister. "Why do you wish to join the League, Kayle?" Morgana repeated a third time. "I..." Kayle's thoughts raced as her golden hair whipped slightly in the wind. "I... I'm sorry..." She finally managed to choke out. "I would defy the gods themselves if I knew you would forgive me..." She went on.
Morgana smiled and nodded, satisfied with her answer. All of a sudden, the blinding light engulfed Kayle once more, and she was back sitting in Ashrams office. "How does it feel having your mind exposed?" Ashram asked, leaning back in his chair slightly. Kayle was silent for a long moment, letting what just happen sink in. Finally, she stood up, looking down at the summoner. "It changes nothing." She said, turning to walk out of the room. A single tear falling to plop silently on the stone floor.
Ashram watched the angel leave and sighed, looking a where the tear had fallen. "Welcome to the League, Kayle the Judicator." He whispered under his breath, going about his business once more....