Warwick
In the shadowy depths of Zaun, a monstrous figure stalks the gray alleys--Warwick. Once a man, he was twisted into a savage beast through agonizing experiments. His body, now fused with intricate machinery, pumps alchemical rage through his veins. Emerging from the darkness, Warwick relentlessly hunts the criminals who prey on the city's most vulnerable. The scent of blood drives him into a frenzy, and once it touches the air, none can escape his wrath.
Opening
But as we eagerly await the next season of Arcane, many believe that Warwick's true identity will finally be revealed. And we are all expecting that it could be that Vander, who was once the protector of the streets that has been transformed into this terrifying monstrosity by Singed's cruel hand. The clues point to a tragic twist, as Vander may have become the very beast that now haunts the city he once vowed to protect.
Welcome, lore-lovers, to another deep dive into the rich and mysterious world of League of Legends! Today, we're unraveling the twisted tale of Warwick, the Uncaged Wrath of Zaun. From his tragic past to his monstrous transformation, we'll explore every dark corner of his lore. So, sit back, relax, and let's jump into the story!
The Chronicle
Warwick is a creature that prowls the dim alleys of Zaun, a victim of brutal experiments that fused his body with intricate machinery. Pumps and chambers now fill his veins with alchemical fury. Emerging from the darkness, he hunts the criminals who terrorize the city's depths, driven into madness by the scent of blood. Once it is spilled, no one can evade him.
Yet, beneath the savage exterior lies the remnants of a man--a former gangster who had set aside his blade, taking on a new name in search of redemption. However, no matter how far he ran, the shadows of his past clung to him.
Fragments of that life flicker in Warwick's mind, only to vanish, replaced by burning memories of the days strapped to a table in Singed's lab, the chemist's looming face seared into his thoughts.
Lost in a world of torment, Warwick could not remember how he fell into Singed's hands or even what existed before his suffering began. Singed meticulously altered him, inserting pumps and tubes that flooded his veins with chemicals, pursuing the ultimate goal of transmutation.
Singed sought to unearth the lethal beast hidden beneath the facade of a "good man."
The chemicals accelerated Warwick's healing, allowing Singed to reshape his body slowly and painfully. When his hand was severed during the experiment, Singed reattached it, enhancing it with pneumatic claws, inching Warwick closer to his monstrous potential.
A chemical chamber was embedded in his back, tied directly to his nervous system. Any surge of rage, fear, or hatred would trigger a flood of liquid fury, fully awakening the beast within.
He endured every cut, every procedure. Pain, Singed insisted, was essential--it was the "ultimate catalyst" in his transformation. While Warwick's body could heal from most of the physical trauma, the ceaseless agony shattered his mind.
Warwick strained to recall even a single memory from his past, but all he could see was blood. Then, a sound broke through--a girl's scream, her voice calling something he couldn't make out. It felt like a name, but his own was long forgotten. Perhaps it was better that way.
Soon, pain consumed every other thought. Blood was all that remained.
After weeks of torment on Singed's table, Warwick's body and mind were broken. Yet, he fought against the transformation. Toxins streamed from his eyes in place of tears, while caustic phlegm burned through his chest and ate into the lab's floor. Strapped to the cold metal, Warwick thrashed in agony for hours, until his body could no longer endure.
With Warwick's untimely death, Singed discarded the body, tossing it into a pit of corpses deep in Zaun's Sump, already focused on his next experiment.
But death became the final key to Warwick's transformation. As his body cooled atop the pile of lifeless bodies, the chemicals within him completed their work. The chamber on his back began to churn.
His body twisted unnaturally, bones breaking and reshaping, teeth growing, and sinews snapping only to heal with a faint alchemical glow. Dead flesh was replaced by something new, something powerful. By the time his heart began to beat once more, the man Warwick had been was no more, his past lives erased.
When he awoke, pain was all he knew. Hunger tore at him. Only one thing mattered.
He needed blood.
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First, it was the blood of a nearby sump-scrapper, scavenging through the charnel pile. Then came the priestess of the Glorious Evolved, searching for a lost follower. After her, a Piltovan apprentice taking a shortcut, a philter-faced merchant dodging a gang, a dram-dealer, a tallyman, and a chem punk--all fell to his claws.
Warwick made his den near a place that tugged at the back of his now-animal mind. There, he continued the slaughter, indifferent to who his victims were. As long as blood dripped from his fangs, he felt nothing but a red haze in his mind, the hunger in his gut drowning any sense of guilt for those he tore apart.
Yet, even as he surrendered to the beast, fragments of his past began to resurface. He saw a bearded man in the eyes of a beggar whose throat he ripped out--a familiar face, solemn, with scars on his arms. Sometimes, as he fed on stray gangers in the shadows, the flash of knives triggered memories of an old bloodied blade. The blood traveled from the blade to his hands, and from his hands, to everything around him. And sometimes, he remembered the girl.
And still, there was always blood.
It had been with him all his life, he realized, and nothing could wash it away. He'd left so many scars that even if he couldn't remember his past, the city would. In the eyes of Zaun's criminals--gang bosses, murderers, and thieves--he saw himself. The chamber on his back pumped hate through his veins, his claws ripping out of his fingers.
He hunted.
No longer content to kill randomly, Warwick now targets those already steeped in the stench of blood. Just as he had been the day he was dragged to Singed's door.
He still wonders if this was what he truly wanted. Though the details are hazy, he remembers enough. Enough to know Singed had been right all along--the good man was a lie, burnt away by disaster, revealing the truth beneath.
He is Warwick. He is a killer.
And there are countless killers to hunt.
Asuming that we do not know who Warwick may be, in this Universe it is believed that, as a human, he was a selfless individual, concerned with the well-being of others and striving to improve himself. Singed even referred to him as a "good man." But after enduring Singed's cruel experiments, the old Warwick and his memories were mostly erased, leaving behind a bloodthirsty, wrathful beast.
Now trapped in constant agony, Warwick longs to remember his past life, but his chemical mutations make it impossible to seek it out. Despite this, he retains a fierce pride in his Zaunite roots and harbors a deep hatred for the Chem-Barons and those Zaunites who have abandoned the undercity for Piltover. Warwick also has a strange fixation on Yordles, viewing them as "alpha predators," much like a dog would become distracted by a squirrel.
Although Warwick has lost most of his memories, brief flashes of his former life occasionally break through. These lingering memories hold him back from harming innocent people, driving him to target only criminals--those whose hands are stained with blood. So, all this for me, are leading to the fact that Vander is Warwick, once a leader who cared for innocent lives, he is now struggling to fight the beast, trying to not harm innocent people and keeping that hatred against the Chem-barons of Zaun.
Champion's relations
Considering only Warwick's relations with other characters we now know that his existence is closely related to Singed, with Warwick likely supplying Singed with countless test subjects over the years. The potion that Singed created to transform Warwick into a beast may have been derived from Singed's own Insanity Potion. In his frenzy after the transformation, Warwick even killed and skinned Urf, sometimes wearing the manatee's carcass as a grim trophy.
The chemicals injected into Warwick's body whenever he catches the scent of blood, combined with Singed's experiments, have deeply damaged his mind. His memories of his former life are scarce, though he sometimes recalls the cries of a little girl, implied to be Jinx ("You were there," "Let me forget"). He also seems to have known Vi before she left Zaun for Piltover, lamenting her defection ("Zaun needed you!"). Some speculate that Warwick may have been the one who taught Vi how to fight, hinted at through one of his quotes and a line in her biography. So, all these things can only mean one thing, Warwick is Vander.
Closing Words
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