Post by The Troll King on Dec 25, 2013 16:07:39 GMT -5
Alias: The Troll King
Class: Fighter, Warrior, Troll
Race: Troll
Age: About 30 - but trolls don't really pay attention to their age as closely as humans, so possibly younger or older.
Occupation: Being the King. (It's good to be one.)
Residence: The Freljord - as of yet, no permanent settlement.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Equipment: Boneshiver: Trundle's magical True Ice club, and his favorite weapon. Being made of True Ice, it can't melt through any known means, and is constantly surrounded by a biting cold. Touching it would cause most people to recoil from the sheer temperature. Something that makes it unique from most other True Ice weapons, however, is the simple fact that technically, it's not a weapon - it was still in the throes of being finished. While the enchantment to unlock most of the powers stored inside True Ice was well underway and almost completed, it was not formed into a proper weapon as of yet, and not refined.
This means that it has raw magical power, and while this means he can't necessarily summon giant frozen arrows out of thin air or lock entire troops of enemies in solid ice, it does have straight-up power in what ice magic it uses, giving Trundle control over the environment and ice itself. However, it is limited severely in that it's unstable and takes a lot of willpower to use properly.
Other effects include that blows dealt by it can slow anyone who stands up to them if they aren't resistant against the cold, as well as giving Trundle unnatural strength, even for a troll - although that effect is permanent.
Abilities:
Chomp: Trundle has no qualms with playing dirty or using his natural assets to attack; it is incredibly common to see him literally biting his opponents. While it can be hindered by armor, on cloth and bare skin, it can rip and tear, as well as severely weaken the strength of his opponent's blows and movement, depending where he bites them.
Frozen Domain: Trundle can tap into the power of Boneshiver and cause the ground and air around him to be instantly struck by a bitter cold. While it can be shocking with the sudden change of temperature, it is possible to be fought in with little difference from how one normally fights; however, for Trundle, it allows him to more easily wield Boneshiver and puts him in a more natural environment, allowing him to attack faster, move faster, and resist debilitating effects with less effort.
Pillar of Ice: Trundle can tap into the power of Boneshiver to rise a solid pillar of ice out of the ground. While it would take an idiot or a complete klutz to get injured by it, it does knock people out of the point of impact out of the way, as well as become incredibly difficult to pass terrain. The area around it is frozen so thoroughly, however, that it slows the movement severely of those nearby.
Subjugate: Trundle's ultimate ability, which he uses to subjugate those under him (AKA pretty much everyone) into either weak opponents to be crushed or slaves to be bossed around.
Trundle begins by afflicting his target with a freezing cold from Boneshiver. Boneshiver then begins to feed on the energy it's taking from his opponent, pushing it into Trundle, giving him increased size and strength, as well as charging him with their life force to heal him. This lasts on average for about thirty seconds, although if his opponent is weak enough mentally, he can sometimes crush their will and make the effect permanent, excluding his personal increases. The increase in size and strength lasts for about ten seconds after the effect wears off on his foe.
OTHER:
Troll King: Trundle didn't get to be king of the trolls without a reason. Not only is he the only troll capable of physically holding Boneshiver without being severely harmed, he's larger, stronger, and smarter than any other troll out there. He also has the undying loyalty of his kingdom behind him, and (most of the time) they obey him blindly.
WEAKNESSES:
Fire: While Trundle and his trolls are not affected by sunlight as in the legends, where they would be turned to stone instantly, he still does bear a weakness to fire in general, causing him great discomfort and pain in close proximity. He can tolerate controlled fire, and his trolls often bundle up nearby them for warmth in the night, but he prefers to avoid it otherwise.
Pride: Trundle thinks himself better than pretty much anyone, and while he's smart enough to avoid stupid mistakes, he still will take risks to prove himself better often.
Background:
Trundle is a hulking and devious troll with a mischievous streak. There is nothing he can't beat into submission and bend to his will, not even the ice itself. With his massive, frozen club, he chills his enemies to the core and runs them through with jagged shards of ice. Fiercely territorial, Trundle chases down anyone foolish enough to enter his domain and laughs as they bleed onto the tundra.
Trundle's warband once followed a foolish and cowardly chieftain. Under such a weak leader, Trundle feared he and his kin would fall prey to the other troll hordes scattered across the tundra. When his challenge to the chieftain ended in humiliation, Trundle did something that wasn't very troll-like: instead of his fists, he turned to his wits. Thinking on his hairy feet, he spun a tall tale about the troll leaders of old, claiming they wielded weapons of great power as symbols of their right to rule. Though he'd made up the story on the spot, Trundle wagered that if he could find or steal such a weapon, he would become the rightful leader of the warband. The trolls believed him, but none thought him capable of undertaking such a challenge. Knowing the boastful troll would die trying, the foolish chieftain agreed and Trundle departed to the familiar sound of laughter.
Alone but undaunted, Trundle ventured into the foreboding realm of the dreaded Ice Witch. There, hidden among the many ancient and dangerous secrets, he hoped to find a weapon to prove his elaborate tale. He out-muscled the Ice Witch's guards and outsmarted her dark magic traps, but nothing he scavenged matched the power he'd described to his kin. Finally, he found an unexpected prize: a huge and magical club of never-melting True Ice. Grasping the weapon, he marveled at the cold power that ran through him. But then the wrathful Ice Witch herself appeared. As she summoned her dark magic, Trundle believed he had met his end, but another clever idea struck him. With a knowing grin, he offered the Ice Witch a devious proposition: a troll army, he told her, would be of much more use to her than one troll corpse....
When Trundle returned to the warband, his fellow trolls bowed to his conquest. Calling his weapon ''Boneshiver,'' he took a moment to enjoy the look of numb shock on his chieftain's face before he caved it in. Seizing command, Trundle announced that there would no longer be chieftains - only a Troll King before whom all of his kind would kneel. The trolls rallied behind their brash, new leader and prepared for the coming war. With Trundle leading the charge, the time of the trolls had finally come.
''Outsmart anyone you can't beat, and beat anyone you can't outsmart.''
-- Trundle
Character Relationships:
Tryndamere: Trundle sees him as a rival and as kind of a nuisance, and while he knows Tryndamere has that annoying little ability to just not die, he figures he could beat him in a fair fight, and if not that at least convince him to go jump off into the Howling Abyss or something. He doesn’t seem very bright.
Ashe: Definitely a rival, especially since he pledged allegiance to Lissandra. She’s got a clever tongue, but he knows that in reality, she came to power much like he did. Sweet talk a couple people, find a shiny weapon made of ice, and BOOM. Power. He at least appreciates that they think alike sometimes.
Sejuani: Again a rival, however one he respects, at least in terms of physical prowess. She has a flail made of the same stuff his club is. I mean, c’mon, that’s got to show SOMETHING about her, although she really should man up and just hold it bare-handed like he does.
Lissandra: His current only ally. He finds her repressive, dominating, and rather annoying. Honestly, if he was powerful enough to take her on one-on-one, he would’ve smashed her long ago…but for now, he bides his time and waits until he’s in the position to strike. He also sometimes goes to her for advice or for assistance, albeit begrudgingly; it makes him feel like he's not really a sovereign.
Champion Judgement:
Observation:
The Troll King lumbered into the Great Hall with a distinctly proud air. He obviously held himself very high, and looked around as if admiring the architecture. Either that or looking for things to steal.
As he approached the doorway, he gave it a quick snarl and shrug, moving to push open the doors and walking through, obviously not putting as much weight into those words as we would wish.
Judgment:
Trundle soon found himself back in his moment of greatest glory. His gaze went across the tattered landscape of his tribe’s home, his gait bringing him closer with every step to the place the chief had always resided.
As he walked through, the other trolls crowded around him, albeit at a good distance. One mistook him for a troll from another tribe and charged forwards; the fool was hit aside by Boneshiver, sending him flying into a snowdrift, where he lay still and not breathing.
After that, no one stepped forwards.
Soon, Trundle stood in front of the entire tribe, except for one troll. The chief. He stood there, simply dumbfounded as he looked up at Trundle. He could barely grasp his words. “But…wha…how did you…?” Trundle merely gave him a small smile and lifted him up with one hand.
“You’re in my kingdom now!” He threw the other troll, no longer a chief, down to the ground and raised Boneshiver above his head, caving in his skull with a single hit. Blood spattered across the snow, dying it red as Trundle continued to beat into him until he was just a pile of guts, blood, and troll skin.
Heaving Boneshiver over his shoulder, he turned to face the tribe. “Now listen up, you lot! I’m the king now, and what I say goes, got it? Call me the Troll King, or else, Boneshiver!” He swung Boneshiver through the air once. “Follow my orders, or else, Boneshiver AGAIN!” He swung the club twice again. “Oh, and one last thing?” He swung Boneshiver a third time, hitting the chief’s head into the snow like a golf ball. When he was done with that, he turned back to the tribe and grinned. “Any questions?”
The tribe was silent, and Trundle waited for the cheer. And waited. He paused. He remembered there being a cheer. Instead, he opened his eyes and instead of his tribe, there was a single man standing in a cloak, faceless and unrecognizable.
“Oi. Who the hell are you?” He lowered Boneshiver to the ground.
The man stood still and solemnly, his cloak blowing in the winter wind of the Freljord. “Why do you want to join the League, Trundle?”
Trundle crossed his arms indignantly. “Hey, I’m the Troll King, and I’ll be called as it.”
The summoner didn’t move. “Why do you want to join the League, Trundle?”
Trundle trembled. He suddenly felt like he didn’t have much of a choice but to answer, regardless of being called the wrong name. “Fine, fine…you think that us trolls don’t get a spot in the world? Well, you’re dead wrong. When I’m through with this, I’m going to be running the Freljord.” He jabbed a thumb at his chest.
“How does it feel, exposing your mind?” The tundra faded and the summoner disappeared, leaving Trundle standing in the marble halls. He laughed and slung Boneshiver over his shoulder, walking towards the last door before looking back at the ceiling, about to step through and become a champion.
“Honestly? Hell of a good time. We should do it again sometime.” With that, he closed the door behind him and left.