Kled and Skarll
"I'm Kled, and this here's Skaarl. Prepare to die."
Gender:
Male. Skaarl is Female.
Age:
Older than murder.
Series:
League of Legends
Species:
Yordle and Desert Drakalops
Role/Occupation:
Lookout...
for his own property.Skills:
Kled is a rather... feisty one. In short, a devastating fighter.
Bear Traps - It's not Kled's old land, but he knows how to get him a bear dinner... and Skarll an intruder dinner. Has a tendency to tie them to ropes for, well,
combative reasons.
Violent Tendencies - The yordle is psychotic, ready to pick a fight with anyone that enters his property. Kled is a beserker in battle, a complete horror of a combatant. He attacks swiftly, courageously, and
never backs down from a fight.Jousting - Kled is already a ruthless opponent, but riding Skaarl, he becomes horrifying.
Skaarl - Skaarl is literally immortal. Can never die. She's also cowardly. So she runs when fights become to drastic, leaving her friend behind.
Home:
Kled's home is a small little shack a mile off from the town. His
property is the entire forest. All of it. All the trees, the mountains, the little rivers dotted around in it, it's
all his. And for months no one has contested it. Kled is so determined that the forest is his, that he tries on occasion to push through the trees towards the tower. However, he's never gotten there. He claims that one day he's just going to riding going until he gets to the tower's doormat. That tower's inhabitant is as much an intruder as any other.
Personality:
Through years and years of war and bloodshed, combined with old age, Kled has gone a
teeny tiny bit crazy. He has no friends, isn't willing to make any new ones, and is satisfied with the company of his 'loyal' lizard Skaarl. Rather, those in the town are just intruders waiting to happen. He's ready for them though, with bear traps and a hungry lizard to feed. On occasion, Kled
might side with the town if it means getting others off his property, but the truce is always short-lived.
Backstory:
Kled has fought in every noxian war, and is rumored to have never ran away from a single fight. He has earned every military rank and reward throughout his battles. At an old age however, he retired, claiming a large part of noxian land as his and killing
anyone who trespassed.
Life in the Town:
Kled wasn't afraid. He was angry. Horrifically angry. So angry that he was ready to kill every last figure that stood in front of him. However, he didn't. Protocol 239: Neutrality before location awareness. Skarll was full anyway. About twenty minutes into the group talking, and Kled noticed the tower. Protocol 56: Towers often have evil, conflict-causing wizards in them. He mounted Skaarl and dove into the woods. This was the last time Kled ever set foot in town. For days he rode towards the tower, only finding the trees stretch on and on without him making progress.
In a rage, the duo turned back. He needed to recollect himself. He needed a sip of mushroom juice. In the long hike back he formed a plan. They would need time, and some space. A lot of it in fact. So, two weeks after vanishing, in the dead of morning, a sign appeared at the edge of the woods. Turned towards, in words made with berry juice and deer blood, read:
Kled's Property: Interlopers fed to Skaarl!Many more signs would follow as the year went on...
Prized Possession:
Skaarl, his one true friend in this world. Through thick and thin, despite the worst fearful betrayals, Skaarl returns and stands with her yorlde... as long as he has fish.
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