RELL

Posters across Noxus hint of a threatening criminal, armed with a heavy, blunted weapon and borne atop a mysterious fiend, whose mere presence poses a threat to the security and safety of the entire nation. Even within the Trifarian Legion’s steeled levels have started to worry that they will be sent after her to their almost inevitable deaths.

What kind of beast could be behind such outrageous, unchecked killing? The single answer is a sixteen-year-old girl. The complex one is unjustifiable.

Rell was exceptional from the time of her birth—and fated to allow for it. Born the child of a Noxian footsoldier and the successor to a diminished noble house, she experienced neither the trappings of prosperity nor the gilded childhood typical to children of the more inferior aristocracy. But, her parents had great plans to form her into someone who could break through Noxus’ stupid political scene. 

Rell’s sorrow grew with time, sparking something different within her—a spell unlike anything seen in ages: the capacity to manage ore and metal. To Rell’s origins, this was something to be employed—for Rell’s benefit, of course!

But someone extra took the warning of the young girl’s charm. Seeing in Rell, a warning who could one day face Noxus’ most despised, aged foe, a clear pale woman visited the line with a dark deal. Rell soon got herself the lead pupil of an exceptional society, protected far from the city and apart from the council’s spying eyes. 

Rell is now a menace to Noxus, but not in the form the leaflets proclaim. She is a self-styled champion of the meek, complete of unbridled fury, suspicious of everyone, and cruel toward a government that became a blind eye to years of pain and injury. Not because the realm was personally liable—but because they reached by and did nothing.

Taking atop her iron palfrey, Rell’s eyes are fixed on nothing less than the loss of Noxus and defending any children who, like her, endured the Black Rose academy. And there is emptiness in this life that can end her.