Jericho Swain —LoL

Jericho Swain was born into a noble family, one of those that dated back to the time when the first walls were erected around Noxus. It seemed destined for greatness. The noble houses had worked hard to bring Boram Darkwill to power, emphasizing that the nation's greatest asset was its glorious history.

But many dreamed of more—they plotted against Darkwill, uniting in a secret society whose symbol was a black rose. Upon learning of this, Swain personally executed the main conspirators, including his parents, whose conversations he had overheard about the "Pale Lady." The safety of Noxus was more important to him than his family and home.

These rebels sought some kind of power, a mysterious voice in the darkness of the Immortal Bastion. A voice reminiscent of a raven's cawing...

For suppressing the rebellion, Swain was appointed commander of the Noxian army, and he left his homeland with it. Far from his homeland, he learned that the empire's strength was not due to the Noxians, as he had been accustomed to believing, but because it was able to unite all people, regardless of origin. On the front lines, a foreign slave became the equal of aristocrat.

And yet, after each battle, darkness gathered around Swain. Flocks of crows...

Having secured the western borders, Swain earned eternal glory in Shurima, where his forces erected countless Noxtors above the desert sands. But over time, it became clear to him that the empire was driven solely by greed. The aging Boram Darkwill waged war on several fronts, seeking magical artifacts and apparently gradually losing his mind.

When Noxus invaded Ionia, Darkwill became even more brazen: he pulled entire units from the front and sent them in search of artifacts that could prolong his life. Because of this, Swain's troops suffered heavy losses and grew increasingly weak. Finally, the Battle of Placidium occurred. Swain's army was supposed to set a trap for the local militia, but instead, it itself was surrounded. His veterans were routed, and Sweyn himself was seriously wounded—the Ionians shattered his knee and severed his left arm.

Near death, Swain saw a raven ready to feast on his flesh, and felt the familiar darkness surround him once again. But he wasn't about to give in. He simply couldn't. Looking into the bird's eyes, Swain saw a reflection of the evil that strangled Noxus. The Black Rose. The Pale Lady... and the Emperor she played like a puppet. Swain realized he hadn't defeated the conspirators, that they had sent him to his death and bewitched Darkwill—the ruler they had failed to overthrow.

He saw it all in an instant, not in the raven's mind, but in something greater. He saw the power his parents sought, demonic eyes glowing in the darkness...

Crippled, Swain was expelled from the army for his "failure," and he began to uncover the true nature of the Immortal Bastion. He learned of an ancient creature that consumed the souls of the dying, along with their secrets, just as it had tried to consume him. Swain peered into the darkness and saw what even the darkness itself hadn't known: a way to control this power.

It took many years of preparation, but in the end, Swain and his remaining allies managed to conquer all of Noxus in a single night. The demon healed Swain, and he crushed Darkwill before the eyes of his followers. The Shattered Throne lay empty.

Swain saw the greatness of Noxus in unity; he brought back the armies Darkwill had sent on an endless march and created the Trifarix to ensure that no single individual could gain absolute control of the empire. He is willing to cooperate with anyone loyal to the empire, even the Black Rose, though he knows they still secretly plot against him.

Like the demon he conquered, he gathers knowledge and is able to foresee the many dangers threatening the empire. But many Noxians wonder: is the darkness threatening them really so terrible compared to Swain's own deeds?

The sacrifices for the good of Noxus are only just beginning.