_Darkness. That is what I would describe the Summoners Rift. Well everything is at this point... I'm blind. I understand if you are surprised... "A Blind man battling in the fields of justice? Impossible" Well to explain, we will have to go back to my begging_
In my youth I was dedicated to becoming a summoner in the League of Legends. My skill as a summoner was unrivaled by any of the students. My skill in the arts caught the attention of Reginald Ashram, the High Councilor of the League, who said I had a great will and a strong power inside of me. But I became frustrated that I had to work at the same achingly slow pace as the other students, who I exceeded greatly, so I decided to work in my free time and train myself, hoping I could graduate early. I made great progress in my arcane studies, surpassing even some of the actual summoners said I had a great talent, I would have become a extremely skilled Summoner...if it was not for that one faithful day.
I became more and more annoyed at the time it took for me to graduate, and when asked, Ashram would turn me down, saying I was not yet ready. So I decided to test my skills by summoning a beast from the plague jungles, oh the horror. Instead I summoned what used to be a small boy, I barely had time to look at what used to be his face before he fell dead. Later on it was discovered he was from a nearby village... league investigation showed that his whole village was destroyed by the feedback from the summoning, killing them all. My skills were so promising though, that they were willing to forgive and forget. But I was not.
I journeyed to the Shojin Monastery where I repent for my sins, swearing to never practice magic again and befriended the Monks of the temple. Many years later, during the Noxian invasion of Ionia, I lit myself ablaze to protest their occupation in our sacred ground. For over two months I burned, only pausing when a young woman tried to put me out. The League decided Noxus and Ionia would have a battle in the Rift to sort this out. As soon as word got out that Ionia was the victor, I was immediately put out, but not before my vision left me permanently. After days of meditation and healing, I joined the League, not as a Summoner, but as a Champion. I battle for Ionia, with nothing but my Blood and Sweat, the only possessions a Monk needs.