RENGAR

Rengar is from a race of Shuriman Vastaya identified as the Kiilash, whose culture venerated the character and glory of the hunt. Rengar has yielded the runt of the jumble to the tribe’s chieftain, Ponjaf. Ponjaf thought Rengar’s small size would make him a useless hunter. He neglected his child, allowing the runt to die.

Eventually, the growing Rengar left the camp, embarrassed that he had failed his father. He lived on worms and plants for weeks until, one day, he was almost killed by a customary individual hunter named Markon. Upon detecting Rengar’s state, he took pity on the person and made it live. Also, there was no great Vastayan ge worthy of Markon’s edge.

Rengar spent months following Markon, serving off the remains the hunter left behind. He still believed to one day join his clan and so took excellent care in recognizing how Markon brought down his victims.

After some time, Markon became sick of the wretched Kiilash following him throughout. He put a sword to Rengar’s neck and told him that the only way to be a hunter was to kill. He threw Rengar the knife and beat him down a valley, where he was attacked to make his initial kill to sustain.

From then on, Rengar used years advancing himself almost to breach point. He sought Shurima for the most powerful and deadly prey. Though he would never be as loud as other Kiilash, Rengar was prepared to be twice as fierce. Over time, instead of returning to his home each time with new scars, he started to get back with prizes. He finished a sandhawk’s skull to a finish; he weaved the teeth of a shrieker into his thread.

Then, when he thought the time had come, Rengar returned to his race, ready to be taken as a true hound.

Ponjaf jeered at Rengar and his prizes. He declared that only by taking back the obscure and traditional Void-abomination head identified as Kha’Zix would Rengar be embraced back into the race.

Dazzled by his enthusiasm, Rengar let this cunning creature prepare the fall on him. The Void cut out one of Rengar’s eyes and disappeared. Enraged and defeated, Rengar revealed his frustration to Ponjaf. As anticipated, his father scolded him.

But as Ponjaf addressed, Rengar saw all the trophies decorating his father’s hut were grimy and old. The chieftain had not killed anything in a long time—he had expected to send Rengar after Kha’Zix because he was too scared to do it himself. Rengar leaped onto his father and gutted him from throat to stomach. The most dangerous hunters of the race filled him with flame-roses, regarding him as their current chieftain.

But Rengar didn’t want his village’s approval. All he wanted was the feeling of adrenaline flowing through his nerves as he hunted down his victim. He abandoned the town without even hesitating to take a prize from what was given of Ponjaf—his ancestor was not a kill deserving of recognition. Instead, he began with a strong willed desire to locate and kill the being from the Void that had chosen to kill him, not to please the Kiilash, but to indulge himself.