Baron

He's very kind, even if a biting tongue. He never bullies the weak and doesn't use weapons needlessly. He's deeply offended that people see him as dangerous as they do other Darkins, but he can't prove his purity to them. He's a jokester, loves to make vulgar or sarcastic jokes, and sometimes makes fun of himself, noting that he can't do much as a human.

Isla was a girl who suddenly appeared on this godforsaken island. Thresh brought her from where, and why the Baron wasn't told, it seemed like some kind of goodwill on Thresh's part. Over time, Isla became a friend to the melancholy axe. Finally, someone spoke to him, listened to him. She made him flower crowns. Words cannot describe the Baron's happiness at being approached after so long. Yes, Thresh scolded Isla, forbidding her to touch the axe and asking her to talk to her less. But as the years passed, many prohibitions faded. Perhaps Thresh came to believe the Baron was harmless, and when Isla wanted to travel the world, he told her to carry the axe with her as protection, or perhaps he took pity on her trapped soul.

The Baron was born in Shurima, before the Abyss appeared. He was an ordinary street urchin; how and where he lost his parents is unclear. As a teenager, the guards caught him stealing food and forcibly conscripted him into the army. They felt sorry for the boy, who stole only out of hunger, so why not find him a job that would earn him food? He had a hard time fitting in with the Shurima army, but his sincerity and desire to genuinely help people eventually allowed him to become a significant figure in the group. The Baron wielded an axe, gifted to him for his good service, and he was never known to fight or commit violence against ordinary people. When the Abyss opened, he was one of the first to volunteer to fight it, joining a group with Aatrox, Vaarus, and others. The Abyss broke many back then, drove them mad. The heroes who had come to protect it became enemies, darkin, and were sealed away. Baron was just as unlucky; he simply found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. He blamed himself and his people for the war with Icathia; he wanted to help people all over the world, not bring chaos. Perhaps his sincerity and good intentions helped him maintain his sanity. He was sealed in his own weapon, like the other fallen, and scattered across the world. His axe drifted to the misty islands, where, by fate, it was under the watchful eye of Thresh. Years, centuries, millennia. Sealed, abandoned, unheard, the Baron could only enjoy the quiet corner, the rare fish by the water, and the birds.