Champion Idea Madow The Silenced Dream

(I never was really good at art but my creative writing was fairly decent and havent really seen a heartbroken champion in league yet.Im also sick of all the happy champions in league and hope maybe you guys will like it. If this is in the wrong thread please dont delete it just tell me worked kinda hard on this ;-; )

Madow was nothing more than an infant when word of the Noxian invasion had come to Ionia. Left on the doorstep of a neighbor, the infant stared off into his father’s eyes for one last time as he saw his father and brothers march to the front lines. After the loss of all of his family, Madow was left distraught. Madow never gave his foster mother much trouble and his foster father had died the year prior. Despite all the loss he faced, Madow still tried to carry on- to persevere- despite all of the pain. Every day he would leave his home and he would train until his muscles failed him. Some days he would sleep on the hard earth because he could not bring himself to lift himself up. Madow trained harder each day, growing more distant from the one person he had left in his life. He learned to silence his pain, his anguish, his despair- and even his dreams. Part of him hoped that one day, his family might come back to him. He prayed each day, to anything that might be listening, for a real family, but Madow was left with silence. Years passed and Madow’s foster mother passed away, but Madow could not bring himself to mourn her loss. Madow stood at her grave unwavering for three days and two nights before he returned to the home he once knew. Now completely alone-- Madow roamed Ionia in search of hope, in search of happiness. Madow had suppressed his desire to die and had convinced himself that there was still hope. After finding love and being rejected, Madow had convinced himself that his life was not worth living. His blade was right above his heart now and the tears began rolling from his cheeks. A loud piercing cry tore through the air as he pressed the blade into his heart. Moments later he opened his eyes to see no blood and to feel no pain- only to see the fragmented shards of his sword lying on the ground. All the glass in his home had been utterly shattered and Madow felt the ground vibrating beneath his feet. In his anguish and fear Madow had run away, planning to jump off of a structure in order to end his existence. Just before Madow was about to jump, he was stopped in his tracks by his own voice. Every time he tried to jump off of the cliff, a loud scream would be emitted from his throat and he would be pushed back to safety. Choking on his tears the last bit of the old Madow had shriveled and died. Blossoming out of the anguish and despair came a newer, darker being that Ionians only referred to as the silent one. Madow now roams Ionia knowing that his voice alone could wreak havoc on all those around him, all those that he cared for. Ever since Madow has sworn to protect those like him, those with shattered hearts, those with silenced dreams.