User blog:PotatoaDancing/Ieridan, the Blue Marker

Ieridan, the Blue Marker is a figment of my imagination...for now.

Synopsis
Ieridan is a mixture of some ideas that have been bouncing through my brain. He is very young looking yet extremely old mage from a long dead 'country' of Runeterra. While kind at the core of his being some rather unpleasant experiences have turned him into what I hope is a strong and aggressive duelist mage. Considering my track record I probably miss ed the mark completely...So please give me some good criticism on him. Side note...I do plan on changing things when I give a second look once I have a day or two to give things to settle in my head. So please be gentle about the huge block of lore text.

Lore
Long ago in ages already long since forgotten, back before magic was guided along by mages of great power, humanity was sparse and divided among villages. In one of these villages lived a young boy by the name of Ieridan. Remarkable in no way aside from his gentleness for the other children an the elderly of his village, Ieridan was seemingly fated to live a secluded life of mediocrity.

Until one day when his villages hunters disappeared without a trace, the remaining men quickly went off to search for the hunters, only to disappear. Suddenly it was a village of women, children and the elderly. Quickly a plague spread through the village shortly after, leaving few untouched by the blight to take care of the sick. A story that happened before and happened again, except that Ieridan refused to accept his villages fate. Together with his 2 friends, Ieridan went after the men of his village with the childish hope that all of the people they knew would be okay. They stumbled upon the hunting party and the search party only a day from the village, all slaughtered like animals. Standing amidst the bodies Ieridan felt a small part of his mind break as his friends cried in terror of the scene. As he looked forward with changed eyes he saw a figure approach him from across the glade. All Ieridan could gather was that it, was it...nothing more. The figure asked in a voice as calm as the forest before a storm what it was that Ieridan wished for above all else. Dazed but aware, Ieridan felt ambition for the first and last time in his life. He asked for power, the power to change his villages fate. As his vision faded the figure merely snickered at the young boys wish.

When the children awoke they found themselves at home, as if it had all been a terrible dream. Soon after the plague vanished seemingly without a trace without taking another life after the dream. As the children went through their day-to-day duties they quickly discovered that everything became easier, that lights would follow in their wake or simply that animals would pay them no mind even as they hunted in place of their vanished fathers. A year later the three children returned to that clearing to find the figure still standing among the skeletons of their villages men. Ieridan and his friends quickly fled back to their village, terrified but enthralled by realization of what it entailed. The three began to experiment with their new found powers and taught what they learned to their fellow villagers. Within 3 more years they were adults and the village had grown to be even larger then it was before.

As the village grew, so did the ambitions of Ieridan's friends. Covertly they conspired to steal his power to bolster their own. A mere month later his friends lured him to a hill outside the village. Quickly brandishing their power they bound him, stunned by their betrayal, in a crystal of light. Raising earth with their primal magicks, the two quickly buried Ieridan, still screaming for mercy, and built their first fortress upon his resting place. Constantly funneling his magicks through the crystal they soon built a small kingdom, forcing neighboring villages to bow to their might. Decades later, years after his betrayers died, satisfied with their conquests and their friend forgotten beneath the capital of their dynasty, preserved by the cruel magic of the crystal, Ieridan awoke from his delirium to find that figure from the glade standing before him. The figure asked with the same sneer that he had saw when he first saw it what it was that he wished for...That night the kingdom his former friends built burned to the ground but the magicks that they had taught spread along the winds.

Millennia passed Ieridan by, leaving him forgotten in the ground drifting in and out of sanity in his prison. Until one day when he felt the crystal shudder around him, before Ieridan eyes the crystal that cut him off from the outside world and continually sapped him of his power shattered into nothingness. Clearing out his eyes for the first time in millennia he observed his new surroundings. Alone, in a cliff side he saw a battle unfolding before him far below. Great and terrible war machines, soldiers clad in metals beyond his primitive knowledge and a solitary figure standing amid it all. The figure that started his hell.

Possible Dialogue
Upon selection


 * "I will find my vengeance..."

Attacking 
 * "Time can be cruel."
 * "Fools! All fools!"
 * "Today them...Tomorrow you."
 * Sneers
 * "What a farce."
 * "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"
 * "If you insist..."

Movement 
 * "Stop wasting my time!"
 * "Guide me to them..."
 * "Death without wings."
 * "Some wishes shouldn't come true..."
 * "Are we there yet?"
 * "Ready for the hunt."
 * "Where's target."
 * "Starting to sound like a fool's errand..."

Jokes:Takes out a large ice chunk and gnaws on it before tossing it over shoulder. 
 * "I like my revenge just like how I like my ice...Oh wait I don't."
 * "I've heard humans these days enjoy a treat called ice cream...How does ice make cream?"

Taunt 
 * "You're about 5,000 years to early to fight me."
 * "Shouldn't you practice some more? Trust me I have time."

Upon casting Sacrifice 
 * "You are not alone!"
 * "The old should shelter the young..."
 * "Live!"
 * Chuckles "I'm not giving up on you."

Recalling 
 * "I'll be back to tear you apart later..."