Jax Should be an Ionian Forester!

Hi everybody, borrowing my idea from this awesome thread: http://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/story-art/ZJj97pWV-a-different-take-on-the-jax-man

Jax is currently in a bit of a dilemma considering the lore revamp and destruction of the halls of justice.

However this has also opened up the opportunity to flesh out this mysterious stranger discovering who and what he really is.

I truly feel that the concept of Jax being a forester fits him great, it would explain the lamppost as he would use it to guide strangers down the trails of a forest, and if you can imagine him in a mystical dangerous environment it would explain how he is such a bad-ass.

In the role of the keeper of a mystical forest, he would still have the same mysterious allure, a thing which i feel he would loose as a Dojo-master which is another popular concept.

I do however, NOT think that he should be the keeper of Summoners Rift, but the keeper of an Ionian forest, everything about his character design screams "Ionian" to me, from the many eyes on his mask to his sandals.

So my suggestion is that Jax becomes the keeper of a mystical forest, a mysterious figure of legend, tending and protecting the magical place from harm.

I've written a story below to show what i mean more clearly, read it if you want to, i would love to hear what you think of this idea!

(Also excuse my English, im Swedish so this is not my first language :/)

Yours truly / Than00bs

Before his eyes stood a majestic cherry tree, blossoming in the late autumn.

The pink leaves danced in the wind, light as feathers, unaware of the horrors around them. The moment was suddenly interrupted as the Ionian solider felt a sharp pain in his neck as the commanding officer hit him with the blunt handle of his axe shouting at him to keep moving.

Dragged along in chains he watched in sorrow as the Noxian soldiers set the trees around him ablaze. The sole survivor of his village, he had been spared and captured for intel about the nearby Ishinpi forest. There were many legends about the forest, lying deep in a valley isolated from the outer world, rumors told about ancient magic and spirits dwelling between the thick walls of cherry trees.

The company suddenly halted, a hundred feet in front of them a trail emerged. The solider was carefully dragged along as the company entered the trail hesitating and whispering. The officer whispered question after question to the man with a voice trembling both with anger and fear. Where did this trail come from, where did it lead, was there an ambush waiting for them?

But the solider could only tell him about the stories he had heard as a child. His mother had told him bedtime stories about the forester, an ancient being said to be hundreds of years old, a man chosen centuries ago, kept alive through the ages by the same magic he protected. The commander scoffed in distrust and pushed him forward, he hit the back of the solider in front of him with full force as the company had stopped once more.

Looking over the Noxian soldiers shoulder, he saw a temple lying at the end of the trail. The air suddenly seemed thicker; around them were a serene tranquility. The commander beside him smiled triumphantly, there was no doubt this was the mission he had been assigned. Only seconds before he could give the order to burn it down, a large “thud” was heard from the back of the company.

The Ionian soldier turned around as was met with a sight he would retell the rest of his life. In front of his eyes, a man dressed in purple, armed with a lamppost was singlehandedly fighting the back of the company. Memories of the bedtime stories he heard as a child suddenly came to life. The forester was almost dancing through the barrage of axes and swords, disposing of soldier after soldier with precise hits that flowed like water. The commander threw the soldier aside, roaring with fury to rally his men behind him, and charged in towards the mysterious figure who the soldier could swear was laughing.

The battle was over in less than three minutes, the forester stood casually in the middle of the fray, Noxians lying unconscious or dead around him, cleaning blood of the brass lamppost. Suddenly he turned his mask towards the soldier and strolled towards him as the man shivering pushed his back against the nearest three. The forester grabbed the chains with his hands and with a single pull ripped them apart. Looking up at his rescuer, the Ionian man stumbled over his own words. “I’I don’t know how to thank you… you, you saved me, who are you” The forester pulled him on his feet, the several eyes from the mask gazing upon him and said in a deep voice: “Jax”