Hi people of the Internet this is my first fan fic so don't hate, ungrateful assholes. Any ways this is an OC story I view the League as place where you can achieve a lot of things. From getting famous, quenching their bloodlust, to try to wind down a pointless war that no one can remember why it started *cough Noxus and Demacia cough*. I shall use the lore as is. This is for fun so updates will vary. Any who on with the story.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own LOL this is Fan Fiction after all. I do own my OC.

Prologue: The Names Corvin

All I could see were the bright explosions going off all over Piltover and the deafening screams of its citizens. All because Jinx wanted to have some fun.

Then suddenly a man appeared in front of me and screamed in my face "Happy New Year!"

Awe yes that one magical night of the year where the Loose Cannon has fun without causing havoc. Apparently since everyone would celebrate and shoot colorful fireworks into the air Jinx saw it as a sort of challenge and would spend weeks preparing for this night.

I had also been preparing as well, but in my own way.

Walking along the crowded streets of celebrating slash intoxicated citizens I caught sight of a shop with a large mirror in the window. Wanting to make sure I was presentable I went over to the mirror to give myself a once over.

What greeted me was a pair of piercing grey eyes. I always liked them, women would tell me it add an aura of mystery to me. I just thought they looked cool. Then there was the 26 year old face with some black stubble on my sharp features that gave the face a predatory look. On top of the short black hair sat an even darker, slim Stetson newsboy hat angled to cast the upper face in some shadow, but not enough to warrant suspicion. Looking down was a well fit body that could fit any assassin worth his salt, clothed in a grey buttoned vest over a royal blue, long sleeved dress shirt. The sleeves rolled up to just pat the elbow. Black leather gloves sat on his hands. Also black slacks and black dress shoes adorned the man in the mirrors legs and feet. Of course the vest was Kevlar weave, the shirt and slacks were cut resistant and the shoes looked like dress shoes but were built better than track shoes in the running aspect.

Finally in his hand was a flat black steel cane with a shining handle. The top of the cane could easily be mistaken for steel, but looking closer you would notice the metal give off a slight bluish glow. The shape of the handle its self was peculiar. It continued upwards in a straight line like the shaft of the cane until suddenly jutting sideways at ninety degrees and extending just long enough to let a hand easily grip the handle. It then turns back downwards and ends in a sharp point giving it an appearance of a hook.

"Corvin, you are one good looking son of a bitch." I said to my reflection.

Turning around I continued on my previous course towards the large stone building with powerful Hextech spot lights in the distance. Pushing my way through the excited crowds I was crossing the street when a yellow blur passed in front of me.

A little blonde boy maybe 8 years old suddenly stopped and looked back from where he had come. "You'll never catch me copper!" the boy screamed happily. He then began running again. Then another kid who must have been the boy's twin sister ran by yelling "You'll never get away, you're under arrest!"

As they ran off I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "I remember those days." I muttered.

While walking to my destination I couldn't help but think of the times I used to play Cops and Robbers when I was a runt. Playing with my best friend and how she always got excited when I wanted to play games with her. That was always our favorite though. We never swapped roles, we played the same roles every time. After all it was then that I learned what to do with my life. While everyone wanted to be the cop, to save the day and catch the bad guy, I realized be the robber was so much more fun. Although I prefer the term master thief. After all no one has ever caught me or knows what I look like. Hell, some people still don't know that I stole from them.

Other on the other hand there are those who want my head on a spike. One even said 'I will let the person who kills the thief who defiled the house of Draven, to touch Draven's mustache.' First time I heard that one I nearly died laughing. Just thinking that brought a smile to my face.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts I had arrived at my destination. Above the grand entrance was a large red banner that said "Welcome to the Piltover Museum of Technological Advancements". People in sorts of attire were walking towards the museum. Ranging from Tuxedoes and Dresses to suites of armor and long flowing robes. Even a few Yordles were walking about, including Dr. Heimerdinger. All coming to the party to celebrate the opening of the new exhibit.

Thinking this was enough time to take in my surroundings I started walking and the only things I could hear were the conversations of party goers and the taps of my cane striking the ground.

I knew my eyes were full of Excitement and a smile on my face I as made my through the museum entrance. The one thing I knew was that tonight was going to be a night to remember.

And that's my prologue. Sooooo. Whad ya think? Is it any good? Still going to write this even if it isn't though. Please no hate and only constructive criticism. Also so ten points to whoever thinks of childhood video game character I based Corvin on.

I'm out!