Hello everyone. In this series my hope is to present to you the biography of most characters in the League. I hope to end up having a ton of stories at the end, so let's start with this with the right foot!

One more thing; what do you think is better, to make a story for every champion or put them all into one massive book? Give me suggestions, please!

Now, let me introduce you to: Malcom Graves, The Outlaw!

1: THE APPLE AND THE THIEF

He ran swiftly through the stands in Bilgewater's crowded main marketplace, his feet as fast as a machine, his eyes as audacious as an eagle's. From time to time he was forced to push strangers out of his way when they blocked his path, or jump over fallen barrels or whatever pets some people would be taking a walk with. He constantly heard the complaints coming from behind him. Go play somewhere else, kid, they yelled; this is no place to be running around. He did not listen; the comments of wealthy people were always the same. "Rich people are never right", Ma' had said once, and she had always been correct.

It seemed to be a bustling day a couple of streets up from Bilgewater's harbor. Most of the citizens were out in the streets, preparing for the Whaler Festival, a celebration that occurred every year in the Blue Flame Island. The tall rooftops were already covered in red and blue banners, shaping the city in colors as if it was a giant circus. The decorations running along the walls included everything from short written stories to enormous paintings of ships and whales.

After sprinting for a few minutes, the kid finally found what he had been looking for. He stopped abruptly once he saw the small fruit stand of the fat old man.

He stood still from a distance, watching the elder as he told strangers about the prices of his products. He hadn't had good luck until a minute later, when a rich lady approached his stand and started talking with him. The kid took advantage of the situation and ran towards his stall. Before any of them could even react, he grabbed as much apples as his hands could hold, accidentally dropping a couple of them, and began to run away as fast as possible.

"Hey!" said the rich lady as he fiercely pushed her out of his way. At the same time, he zapped his hand into her purse, tugging a gold watch that was hanging down and stole it. Neither of them seemed to notice.

"Stop that kid!" shouted the old man, with his trembling voice. "Thief! Come back here!"

He ran as quickly as he could, merging with the hundreds of people crossing in the road. After a few dozen meters he felt safe and stopped running, but suddenly he felt a hand grabbing him from his back and pulling him over. The kid felt how a man he did not know pressed his neck with his hands and took his breath out almost instantly.

"I've got him." He shouted as the fat old guy from the stand approached.

"Thank you. That little bastard has been stealing from me since I put my stall." The fat man said with a strong isle accent and tried to catch his breath.

"What is your name, kid?" Said the unknown man.

The kid did not answer, he did not feel like it. After a while, the old man slapped him hardly. The kid turned his head and felt the pain starting to grow on his cheek. The woman approached as well and looked at him like he was some kind of animal.

"He asked what is your name, bugger"

"Graves, sir." He felt his voice cracking when he turned his head down. "Malcom Graves"

"Give me my apples back, you little robber." The elder slapped him again in the other side and his both of his cheeks started to burn even more. That would leave a mark on him the next day.

Hesitantly, he returned the apples. Without anyone noticing he had slipped one of them into his pocket, but it was only one. He would have to come back to the market at the end of next week.

"You will get yourself in serious issues the next time you try to steal from me, kid." He said, and Graves turned his eyes. The old man said that every time, and it never happened. After all, what could they possibly do? Jail him? Ha.

"Get away from here, now. You better don't come back." Said the other guy and released him. Graves rearranged his neck showing a face of disgust, then turned around and started running away.

A few seconds later, he could hear the scream of rich lady, saying that her watch had been stolen. When he remembered the apple was not the only thing he had stolen, he smiled. He had a new shiny clock now.

Malcom Graves returned to his home, the last floor of an abandoned house of which he entered by a broken part of the roof. It was cozy and spacious enough to hold all his things, and he liked it. He would hate the day when someone found his secret place.

He lay down on the ground and took the apple out of his pocket, admiring it and taking a big, strong bite. It was delicious; being poor made him appreciate all the little things like those ones. While eating, he grabbed the new award he'd gotten and looked at it, a small pocket watch with golden edges and a golden chain. He liked it, and he fought with himself with the thought of whether or not to keep it.

It would make a nice amount of money if he sold it, but perhaps it was better to keep it as a little souvenir.

He took a deep breath and relaxed. With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes. Quickly, he got immersed into the world of dreams.

Graves was sixteen years old, and until now he had been living a difficult life.

He assumed his parents had left him or died when he was just a baby, either way he had no memory of them. According to his Ma' (an old woman that had taken care of him when he was a little boy), they had only left him with half a bottle of milk and a ragged robe. Ma' had fed him, and even when she got sick she still took care of him, until the end of her life, when a disease killed her in bed, Graves being only eight years old. She had given him his name way because of her brother, Malcom, and the location where the baby had been found, the doorsteps of a small cabin next to a graveyard. She knew it was a dim name, but he actually liked it, and thankfully it had given him a certain sort of authority among the other poor kids.

After Ma's death, Graves had found himself scared and unable to do anything, so he fled from his house and started his problematic life as a thief and living in the streets day-by-day with other boys and stealing rich people on the streets.

When he became old enough, he was finally able to enter pubs and taverns down the Fleet Street. There, he slowly started to get known by others, and started betting. It was in these small inns where he impressed rich people with the simplest card tricks and earned money.

But he had to be careful. Word was spreading around fast and if he was discovered cheating he would be in serious trouble. It wasn't as if he couldn't be jailed anymore.

But although having finally reached his goal (having a good source of money), he was tired of his life. He wanted to do new things, explore new places and meet new people, people that he could trust. But it would not be that easy. He had to earn a little more money first. Then he could flee from the city. Get known in another place, somewhere in Valoran. Live a different life.

Years later, Malcom Graves had still that same thought in mind, but this time it was not only a wish. It was a reality. Finally, he was ready to leave the town he grew in and hated.

It was a cloudy day in Bilgewater when he decided it was time to depart. After a small walk through the streets of the city, Graves came out at the immense port. He took a look around, enjoying the view as he always did.

Bilgewater's Harbor was composed of two main things: tall towers and massive mountain formations behind, that showed the sheer size of the city, tall and vigilant. Half of the city was built over the water so, because of deterioration, seeing curved buildings was quite normal. In between the docks, dozens of boats of any size and shape were moored to the wooden pathways, and standing in them were hundreds of pirates and sailors.

Blue Flame Island was a pirate nation. Pirate was not an official name, but everyone called it that way. Most of the town's richness came from robbers and whale hunters in the sea. Although Graves had never been interested on being a pirate he found the job to be quite profitable, but he knew most pirates took the job for the simple fact of being in the sea and drinking rum every night.

A pretty lady gave him a good morning when he approached a stall to buy a boarding pass. Even though the thought of stealing the pass or entering a boat without it crossed his mind, he resisted and paid the enormous amount she was charging. For once, he wanted to feel clean and act like a real civilian. After all, he finally had the money to afford the life that he'd always wanted.

"Where are you wishing to go?"

Graves had thought of that particular question again and again, and even still, he was not completely sure of his decision.

"Noxus" he smiled and the woman smiled back. It was a risky choice, but if he did not succeed in the City of Darkness, he could always run somewhere else.

She gave him a piece of paper and indicated where his ship was. Graves followed her instructions and entered the enormous sailing boat, currently empty. After he went down the stairs he found his cozy little room. He lay down his bed, and waited for the boat to undock.

And there he was, with his arms beneath his head and an enormous smile on his face; expecting a life full of experiences and fame, looking forward to a fruitful future in other cities.

As Ma' used to say, "It is all in hands of destiny."

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-A TWIST OF FATE-