The ocean roars with life as Fizz leaps from wave to wave, his trident gleaming under the sun. His movements are fluid and effortless, like a dolphin cutting through the water. To those who live by the sea, he is both a mystery and a legend—a creature of the deep who embodies the playful chaos of the tides. Somewhere in the distance, gulls cry out, their calls mingling with the sound of crashing surf. Fizz grins, his sharp teeth flashing as he dives beneath the surface, disappearing into the blue-green depths.
Long before the League of Legends, before the summoners bound his essence to the Rift, Fizz was born of the ocean—a tiderunner, one of the many amphibious beings that inhabit the waters surrounding Bilgewater. The tiderunners were a curious race, their lives intertwined with the rhythms of the sea. They lived in harmony with the ocean’s creatures, their communities hidden in coral reefs and underwater caves. From a young age, Fizz displayed a mischievous streak, his antics earning him both admiration and exasperation from his kin.
His fascination with the world above began during his childhood. While other tiderunners were content to explore the depths, Fizz was drawn to the surface—to the ships that sailed across the waves and the humans who commanded them. He would often sneak aboard vessels anchored near the reefs, marveling at their strange tools and trinkets. One day, he encountered Miss Fortune, the Bounty Hunter, whose reputation for ruthlessness preceded her.
“You’re far from home, little fish,” Miss Fortune remarked, her tone amused but wary as she caught sight of Fizz rummaging through her ship’s cargo.
“And you’re far from safe,” Fizz replied, his grin wide and toothy as he brandished a stolen compass.
Miss Fortune laughed, unfazed by his boldness. “You’ve got guts, kid. Just don’t let them get you killed.”
Their interactions were brief but impactful, each encounter reinforcing Fizz’s belief that the world above was just as fascinating—and dangerous—as the one below.
As Fizz grew older, his curiosity only deepened. He began exploring farther from home, venturing into the bustling port city of Bilgewater. There, he discovered a world unlike anything he had ever known—a place where pirates, smugglers, and treasure hunters clashed in a constant struggle for power. It was here that he first encountered Gangplank, the Saltwater Scourge. Gangplank ruled Bilgewater with an iron fist, his presence commanding both fear and respect.
“You’re out of your depth, boy,” Gangplank sneered during one encounter, his hook glinting in the sunlight.
“And you’re out of your mind,” Fizz retorted, his movements quick and unpredictable as he darted around the pirate lord.
Their rivalry simmered beneath the surface, a tension that threatened to boil over at any moment.
Gangplank saw Fizz as a nuisance, a slippery pest who refused to be caught or controlled. But Fizz saw something else in Gangplank—a reflection of the ocean itself: chaotic, unpredictable, and full of surprises. Despite their animosity, there was a mutual respect between them—a recognition of the resilience required to survive in a world defined by danger.
The turning point in Fizz’s life came when he stumbled upon a cursed artifact hidden in the wreckage of a sunken ship. The relic pulsed with dark energy, its surface etched with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. Intrigued, Fizz touched it, unleashing a surge of power that transformed him. His body became stronger, faster, and more resilient, his connection to the ocean deepening in ways he couldn’t fully comprehend.
When the transformation ended, Fizz found himself changed—not just physically, but mentally. He could sense the moods of the sea, predict storms before they formed, and communicate with marine life on a deeper level. The artifact had awakened something primal within him, a force that tied him even closer to the tides.
Returning to Bilgewater, Fizz found himself drawn into the city’s endless cycle of conflict. He clashed with Nautilus, the Titan of the Depths, whose massive anchor and towering frame made him a formidable opponent. Nautilus saw Fizz as reckless, his antics disrupting the delicate balance of the ocean.
“You play too much,” Nautilus rumbled during one confrontation, his voice echoing like rolling thunder.
“And you take yourself too seriously,” Fizz replied, his trident slicing through the water with ease.
Their battles were intense, each vying for dominance in a deadly game of predator and prey. Nautilus’s raw power clashed with Fizz’s agility and cunning, creating a spectacle that captivated onlookers. Yet despite their differences, there was a strange kinship between them—a shared understanding of the ocean’s mysteries and the forces that governed it.
The League of Legends offered Fizz a new stage—a battlefield where he could unleash his full potential without restraint. On the Rift, he faced opponents who challenged him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Some, like Rengar, wielded primal ferocity, their movements wild and relentless. Others, like Kassadin, wielded magic that defied conventional understanding, their attacks unpredictable and devastating.
But no opponent tested Fizz quite like Thresh, the Chain Warden. Thresh’s mastery of manipulation and deception posed a unique challenge, forcing Fizz to adapt his strategies on the fly.
“You’re quick,” Thresh observed during one heated exchange, his lantern glowing softly in the gloom.
“And you’re slow,” Fizz retorted, his movements jerky and unpredictable as he evaded Thresh’s chains.
Their battles often ended in stalemates, neither able to fully overcome the other. Yet despite their animosity, there was a mutual respect between them—a recognition of the skill and determination that drove them both.
Back in the shadowed waters of the ocean, Fizz continued his adventures, delving deeper into the mysteries of the sea. He clashed with Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper, whose thirst for vengeance made him a dangerous adversary. Pyke saw Fizz not as a rival but as a reminder of the ocean’s cruelty—a force that could both give and take life with equal ease.
“You thrive on chaos,” Pyke remarked during one encounter, his voice cold and measured.
“And you thrive on pain,” Fizz replied, his tone light but firm. “Neither of us changes the tide.”
Pyke’s response was a flick of his harpoon, the weapon slicing through the water with lethal precision. Their battles were intense, each vying for dominance in a deadly game of predator and prey. Yet Pyke’s words lingered in Fizz’s mind, a whisper of doubt amidst the cacophony of chaos.
In quiet moments, Fizz reflects on the nature of his existence. He has faced countless adversaries, survived numerous close calls, and achieved feats that once seemed impossible. Yet he knows that his story is far from over. The pursuit of adventure is endless, its rewards fleeting and ephemeral.
He dives into the depths, his trident resting against his shoulder. The moon hangs low in the sky, its light casting long shadows across the waves. Below him, the world stretches out, vast and vibrant, its promise intertwined with its perils.
Chaos will prevail.
One leap at a time.