I've always been a little disappointed with the lack of lore in some of the champions' lore pages. I also enjoy writing angsty scenes, though I'm terrible at it. Anyways, I read some judgments online and thought, wouldn't it be a neat idea to do this for the champions I'm interested in or the ones that have massive backstory potential?

First up is Ahri, because her lore makes her seem a little too shallow for my tastes. And also because she's sexy as hell. And because I had a funny idea for why she's named "Ahri". Enjoy!

[JUDGMENT:AHRI]

Candidate: Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox

Observations:

She sweeps into the hall with an inhuman grace, head held high and golden eyes not quite disdainful but not quite humble. She is beautiful and she glows with ethereal luminosity, and even the nine sleek ivory-furred tails swish from side to side in sweet seduction. All attention is drawn to her as soon as she steps into the building.

Her gaze – a haughtiness that would shame aristocrats into humility – roves around the room but does not land on anything in particular. One of the men lounging in the waiting area wolf-whistles at her, but the two night-black ears on her head do not even flick in acknowledgement. When a willowy blue-haired woman carrying a strange instrument nearly runs into her, the glowing golden eyes seem to almost soften—and then they glow with a different kind of aloofness, a cold envy and a desperate longing that burns behind the amber warmth that most people see when they look upon the nine-tailed fox.

The blue-haired woman smiles gently at her, nods to her, and continues on her way.

For the merest of seconds, Ahri is stunned. No human has so easily shown her kindness before. Had the blue-haired woman not seen her tails? She sniffs, her molten eyes clearing as she continues to make her way to the double doors at the end of the hall.

The truest opponent lies within, the inscription above the doors reads. For the slightest moment, the lithe she-fox hesitates. What if the council sees the forlorn little animal that lies under her human skin? And then, without missing a beat, Ahri strides on, the tiny falter almost unnoticeable.

Reflection:

The doors opened, and Ahri stepped into the darkness. She couldn't see or hear or even smell anything. For a human, the lack of sensory stimulus might have been normal, but she was…

No! I am human, the golden-eyed beauty told herself firmly as she took one more step into the darkness, and then another, and another. "Why do you want to join the League?" a disembodied voice boomed around her. She didn't bat an eyelid.

"I want to become human," Ahri answered confidently, "and your precious League has already given me promise that they will help me find a way if I use my skills to aid them."

There was a pause. "What's the real reason you want to join the League?"

Ahri faltered. "W-what?" she exclaimed. "I just told you! I want to be human!" Suddenly, she felt dizzy, and her knees buckled. Falling to the floor, the fox-woman threw her arms out in front of her to break her fall, only to realize that she wasn't falling. Blinking, she vaguely recognized the forest around her, and she raised her head to sniff cautiously at the air, a habit so familiar to her that she didn't realize what she was doing. There was a metallic tang in the air that she recognized as fresh blood.

She froze as she stepped around a tree and found two wolves tearing at a freshly-killed deer, and suddenly, she was aware of the gnawing, searing hunger in the pit of her belly. Meat! But as she approached, intending to take a haunch of meat from her wild brothers, the wolves hissed and snarled and bared their teeth at her. What is this? Could they not recognize the queen of the forest when they saw her anymore?

The nine-tailed fox held her hands out peacefully, frowning as the gray wolf barked aggressively at her while the brown one circled her. "I," the fox-woman said, but it came out more like a growl than like any human speech she had ever heard. Her throat was uncomfortable and new and not at all easy to use to make those beautiful syllables of speech that she had longed to be able to speak. The human vocal chords the man had gifted her with could not articulate her native tongue, either.

"Ah," she tried again, and this time her sweet, sweet voice was able to draw out the sound without turning it guttural. Forgetting the hunger for a moment, the she-fox smiled in triumph. "Ah," she repeated, refocusing on the wolves in front of her. How dare they disrespect the queen of the forest? They will know their place. The wolves approached, still growling, as she harnessed the new - yet somehow familiar - magic power that the old man had given her in addition to her almost-human form. The she-fox stepped to the right, avoiding the circling brown wolf, and attacked. They will not dare to be so insolent to me again, the forest matriarch thought balefully as glowing blue energy exploded in front of her.

The two wolves yelped as blue foxfire splashed on their fur, but her control of the magic was not strong enough to do damage. The fox-woman cried out as the gray one recovered and jumped her, sinking its teeth deep into her left forearm. No! the she-fox thought, struggling to throw the beast off. The pain was blinding, fiery, agonizing - it surprised her and immobilized her. Why had such a juvenile attack thrown her? Were humans really this fragile? Her skin was like paper, it seemed, and her furious kicks seemed to have no impact on the wolf as she struggled. Another shot of blue fire jumped into existence around her, but she was flailing, and the ball of flame streaked harmlessly to the right of the gray wolf when she released it.

The brown wolf was stalking her now, circling around her as the gray wolf released her. Something was making a reedy, high-pitched whine, and belatedly, the fox-woman realized that she was the one who was making the sound. Blood dripped down her body as the brown wolf darted in and butted her into a tree. The whine cut off abruptly. No! the she-fox protested groggily as she tried to recover from the collision.

Then, suddenly, her ears picked up a different kind of whine - a high-pitched whistle. Instinctively, she ducked, and there were two thunks and a loud yowl of pain. When she looked up again, there were two white-fletched arrows in the gray wolf's flank, and it gave one last yelp before retreating. The brown wolf howled as an arrow sprouted from its forepaw, and it limped off to join its brother. The she-fox was dizzy. So dizzy, and she was still so hungry. Why...

The last thing she remembered before passing out was a tall cloaked figure standing over her and murmuring soft human words to her.

When she woke up, she didn't recognize where she was. She was lying on something soft - the humans called it a bed, she remembered - and her left arm felt oddly stiff. Sniffing the air, she detected the scent of another human somewhere nearby. There was a door to her right, and four walls around her and one above and below her. Was she in a house?

"Oh, good, you're awake," a gentle male voice said, startling her. Instinct made the she-fox hiss and bare her teeth, and only then did she realize that there was a human sitting near the bed. "You must be hungry," he said as the she-fox stared hard at him, and at the word hungry, the empty hole in her stomach made itself known again. "Wait here - I'll get you something to eat. Don't move, please. You'll open up your side again."

The she-fox could only blink as the man went through the door and vanished from her sight. "Ah," she tried, pleased when she found she could still make that gentle, sweet sound. Her entire left side throbbed with pain, and she raised her left arm, surprised at the strips of white cloth that seemed to have replaced her skin. Her stomach made a loud gurgling noise, startling her. Her ears stood up straight.

A delicious scent was approaching her. The fox-woman's mouth watered as the man reentered the room, carrying a bowl of...something. She didn't know what it was, but she did know that this was how humans prepared food. Food. FOOD. The man set the plate down on a small stand beside the bed, along with a strange metal stick that had a round indent on its end. "Do wild kami like you eat human food?" the man mused as he sat back down in the chair and picked the metal stick up and dipped it into the bowl. "It's only vegetable broth - I wasn't sure if kami ate meat, being protectors of the forest and all. Here, open your mouth."

"Ah," the she-fox said, trying to tell him that she was not a kami, she was the damn queen of the entire forest, but then she scented the food again and she forgot her protests. The man slid the metal stick gently into her open mouth and she sucked greedily on the thick, savory broth that accompanied it. When he made to pull the metal stick back, her eyes widened and she clamped her jaw on it frantically. She wanted more food, not a metal stick, but it had given her food! She was so hungry...

The man laughed, and the she-fox felt an unfamiliar stirring in her belly and her face grew flush. "I need the spoon to feed you more soup, kami. You're a hungry little thing, aren't you? What's your name?"

This was a question that the she-fox recognized, but what was a spoon? Hungry, she thought desperately as the man tried to wiggle the metal stick free. She refused to let go of it. I just need to be able to tell him that I'm hungry. "Ah," the she-fox said, inadvertently releasing the metal stick when she opened her mouth to speak. Hungry. She had never said the word before, so she settled on the last syllable, which seemed the easiest to articulate. "Ri." The fox-woman grinned, baring her fangs.

"Ah, ree," she repeated, pleased that she was able to communicate with this human. The man had clearly gotten her meaning because he fed her another stickful of that heavenly liquid food. She realized now that he was using the metal stick to scoop the soup up, so this time, she obediently released the metal from between her mouth after making sure she'd gotten every last drop.

"Ahri," the man repeated, smiling as he fed her another stickful of liquid food. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Name? The she-fox was puzzled - names were human things, not something that had been part of her life as the queen of the forest. Maybe in order to become fully human, she needed a name. What had the man called her? Ahri? That seemed easy enough to say. But she didn't get a chance to try it out, too busy devouring the soup.

The bowl was empty before she was full. Her stomach wasn't hungry anymore, but she still felt...empty. Like she needed something to fill herself with or the empty void would consume her itself...

Abruptly, the she-fox was very aware of an appealing scent rolling off of the man sitting by her bed. No - scent was not the right word. Her nose wasn't picking this up - it was more like a dark, mouthwatering...aura of some sort. Unthinkingly, she reached out for it with her right arm, driven by her burning hunger, and somehow captured it in the palm of her hand using the magic that the old man had given her.

Forgetting everything but the glowing sphere in her hand, she devoured the orb desperately, feeling the energy slide through her body. She sighed contentedly as the hunger receded enough to satiate her but not enough to forget.

When she looked up to thank the man for finally making the hunger go away, she found herself staring at a lifeless body with white eyes and slack jaw. What! the she-fox exclaimed, sniffing the air. What happened to him? All she had done was...oh. Had she consumed the man's life force? His soul?

Feeling refreshed, she rolled out of bed slowly and stretched languorously, satisfied that her hunger had finally - for the most part - gone away since that old mage had blessed her with her human body. "Ahri," she said to no one, feeling the name roll off her tongue with a pleasant sound. "Ahri."

Then she frowned, feeling a strange wave of some unknown emotion rolling over her. This man had saved her from those wolves, and she repaid him by taking his soul - what kind of cruel monster was she? She gripped her head, not understanding the regret she had never felt before. Wasn't this something she had done regularly in the past? Hunted when she felt hungry and taken a life to eat? So why was she so affected by it now?

The man's mouth moved suddenly, and she jumped away, screaming. "Why do you want to join the League?" the corpse asked, and everything came rushing back to her. This was her first soulsteal, her first vampirism of many to come. How had those accursed summoners gotten into her memories? This was one of her most sacred moments: the day she received a name. How dare they intrude on her like that? She was still queen of the forest -

"Why do you want to join the League?" the corpse repeated insistently, staring at her with creepy, milky-white eyeballs.

Ahri slid down to the floor, shaking as the guilt hit her. Just like it always did after every kill. The strength of it was overwhelming, and she wrapped her arms around her knees, curling up into a ball with her tails splayed around her. This time, it was worse - her first kill, and she was no longer able to hide herself behind a farce of charm.

"I just want the hunger to s-stop," Ahri sobbed, her shoulders heaving as she grieved for the man whose soul she had just consumed. Becoming fully human would stop all of this madness. Becoming fully human meant she wouldn't have to steal any more souls just to stay the half-human, half-fox abomination she was now. "Just - just make it go away!"

The world around her melted away into blackness, leaving her alone and overcome with emotion. "How does it feel, exposing your mind?" the voice whispered, echoing around her. Doors in front of her opened, bathing the Hall of Reflection in golden light, and Ahri stood up shakily.

"Too...human," the she-fox admitted, barely audible and too shaken to be furious at the invasion of her privacy as she composed herself. She'd passed - that was what mattered, so she resolutely pushed this entire test out of her mind. She was a champion in the League of Legends now. Putting on her trademark half-smirk, the she-fox sauntered out through the doors with inhuman grace, her nine sleek ivory-furred tails swishing from side to side in sweet seduction.

And that's Ahri (ah-lways hung-ri). I was going to make this alphabetical, but then I decided nah, it would be more fun to do my favorites, then my friends' favorites. Shaco is next.

Edit: the number of times I have had to revise this chapter to change "she-wolf" to "she-fox" is over 9000