Zoe

Targon

Like any place of myth, Mount Targon is a beacon to dreamers, madmen and questors of adventure. A mountainous and sparsely inhabited region to the west of Shurima, Targon boasts the tallest peak in Runeterra. Located far from civilization, Mount Targon is all but impossible to reach, save by the most determined pilgrims, chasing some soul-deep yearning to reach its summit. Those hardy few who survive the arduous journey to the foot of the titanic mountain find a sky shimmering with celestial bodies; the sun and moons, but also constellations, planets, fiery comets that streak the darkness, and auspicious arrangements of stars. They return haunted and empty, or changed beyond all recognition. The people living at the mountain's base believe these to be aspects of long-vanished stellar beings, creatures powerful and ancient on a scale beyond human comprehension.[1] However, Mount Targon is simply a way into the celestial realm, and it would be wrong to attribute much in the way of mortal sensibilities, morals or concerns to what lies beyond the mountain. Mount Targon is the mightiest peak in Runeterra, a towering peak of sun-baked rock amid a range of summits unmatched in scale anywhere else in the world. Located far from civilization, Mount Targon is utterly remote and all but impossible to reach save by the most determined seeker. Many legends cling to Mount Targon, and, like any place of myth, it is a beacon to dreamers, madmen and questors of adventure. Some of these brave souls attempt to scale the impossible mountain, perhaps seeking wisdom or enlightenment, perhaps chasing glory or some soul-deep yearning to witness its summit. The ascent is all but impossible, and those hardy few who somehow survive to reach the top almost never speak of what they have seen. Some return with a haunted, empty look in their eyes, others changed beyond all recognition, imbued by an aspect of unearthly, inhuman power with a destiny few mortals can comprehend.

Aspect Host

The term Aspect Host refers to humans magically altered and usually made hosts to the Aspects of Targon Prime. It is currently unknown how many of these ascended ever came to be. Despite their small numbers, the Aspect hosts remain among the most powerful beings on Runeterra, and have shaped the course of events throughout the planet's history.

Personal

Real Name: Zoe (Current Host), Myisha (Previous Host during The Great Darkin War) Aliases: The Aspect of Twilight, Aspect of Change, The Everchild Species: Aspect Host Height: 4’9″ / 1.44 meters Weapon: Cosmic Magic Place of Origin: Mount Targon, Targon Current Residence: Unknown (No Fixed Abode) Pet: Aurelion Sol Occupations: Mortal Aspect (Change, Twilight), Divine Messenger of Targon Region: Targon As the embodiment of mischief, imagination, and change, Zoe acts as the cosmic messenger of Targon, heralding major events that reshape worlds. Her mere presence warps the arcane mathematics governing realities, sometimes causing cataclysms without conscious effort or malice. This perhaps explains the breezy nonchalance with which Zoe approaches her duties, giving her plenty of time to focus on playing games, tricking mortals, or otherwise amusing herself. An encounter with Zoe can be joyous and life affirming, but it is always more than it appears and often extremely dangerous.

Appearance

Zoe has the delicate appearance of a young girl, with floating, peach-colored hair that gracefully transitions into an ethereal purple at the tips, giving her an almost otherworldly aura. Her left eye is a captivating shade of purple, while her right eye contrasts with a striking turquoise hue. She wears a seafoam green scarf that drapes elegantly around her neck, complementing her teal shirt, which is paired with a matching belt and shorts. Her sandals are a deep, dark green, grounding her vibrant outfit. Adorning her ensemble are several pieces of golden jewelry, including intricate hair decorations, delicate bracelets, and a beautifully crafted necklace, adding a touch of sophistication and magic to her overall appearance.

Personality

As the embodiment of mischief, imagination, and change, Zoe is a vibrant and capricious girl whose playful nature knows no bounds. With a boundless imagination, she delights in playing elaborate tricks on mortals, reveling in their surprise and confusion. Despite her reputation as a potential threat to humans, Zoe's true disposition is warm and friendly; she eagerly seeks to befriend anyone she encounters, always ready to share a laugh or a whimsical adventure. However, her amiable nature does not mean she is defenseless. Zoe is fiercely protective of herself and her space. When faced with hostility, such as when several enraged guards attempted to attack her, she demonstrated her formidable power by hurling a meteor at them, swiftly neutralizing the threat. Her energy is perpetually high, and she exudes a bubbly, effervescent charisma that makes her a captivating presence wherever she goes.

Abilities

Aspect Empowerment: Zoe has been chosen as a host by the Aspect of Twilight, a celestial entity whose role embodies the balance between day and night. This divine connection has granted Zoe access to a unique form of celestial magic, enabling her to wield the ethereal power of twilight. As a result, she can manipulate the subtle energies of dusk and dawn, allowing her to perform feats that transcend ordinary mortal capabilities. Immortality: Since her ascension, Zoe has ceased to age, preserving the youthful appearance of a girl between 15 and 17 years old. Despite her outwardly young appearance, she has lived for thousands of years, amassing wisdom and experiences that span across epochs. Her immortality is a testament to the profound nature of her connection with the Aspect of Twilight, allowing her to exist beyond the confines of normal temporal limitations. Celestial Magic: Zoe's mastery over celestial magic enables her to conjure and control stars with remarkable precision. She can create miniature stars that emit intense light and heat, harness their energy to unleash powerful blasts, or summon a meteor to wreak havoc. Her command over these stellar phenomena showcases her ability to bend the fabric of cosmic energy to her will, making her a formidable force in both combat and creation. Dimensional and Reality Perception/Travel: Zoe possesses an extraordinary perception of time and space across multiple dimensions and realities. She can effortlessly traverse vast distances and navigate through different planes of existence. This ability also grants her a heightened awareness of the multiverse, enhancing her understanding and manipulation of reality. Flying: As the Aspect of Twilight, Zoe possesses the extraordinary ability to float and fly effortlessly through the air, granting her unparalleled freedom of movement. She can glide gracefully, drift through the skies, or soar at incredible speeds, traveling wherever she desires with ease. This power is second nature to her, and she never bothers with walking when she can float. Whether she's playfully hovering above the ground or zooming through the clouds, Zoe is almost always seen levitating, making her presence feel both ethereal and whimsical. This constant floating adds to her otherworldly charm, emphasizing her connection to the cosmic forces she embodies.

Background

As befits her Targonian Aspect’s nature, Zoe did not come to the attention of the celestial realm in any traditional way. She didn’t win a great victory against overwhelming odds, or sacrifice herself for a noble ideal, or overcome the existential trial of climbing Mount Targon. Instead, Zoe was a normal girl, seemingly chosen at random from among the Rakkor. Her teachers reported Zoe to be an imaginative child, but willful, lazy, mischievous, and easily distracted. One day, as she skipped away from her studies of the holy texts to pursue something “less boring,” she was noticed by the Aspect of Twilight. It observed as the young girl playfully mocked the angry cries of the scholarly priests chasing her through the village. Then, after an hour-long pursuit, she found herself cornered against the sheer drop of a cliff’s edge. Before Zoe’s teachers could grab her, the Aspect summoned six objects in front of her: a bag of gold coins, a sword, a completed study book, a devotion rug, a silk rope, and a toy ball. Five of these items could have let her flee, or otherwise defuse the situation. Zoe chose the sixth option. Unconcerned with escape or forgiveness, she instead grabbed the toy ball, kicked it toward the wall of a nearby house, and sang gleefully as it ricocheted among the humorless priests. The Aspect hadn’t seen such joyful irreverence in the face of peril since its last host, who heralded the end of the Great Darkin War. Delighted by Zoe’s carefree exuberance, it opened a shimmering portal to the apex of Mount Targon, offering the girl a chance to see the universe. She dived backward into the portal, instantly merging with the Aspect, then stuck her tongue out at her dumbfounded teachers as she disappeared. This transcendence was unique—in fact, it was unheard of in all the myths and legends of Targon. Yet Zoe did not trouble herself with why the rules that govern Aspects had been changed just for her. She didn’t trouble herself with rules at all. Instead, she journeyed to dimensions of reality at the very edge of mortal comprehension, playing with powers seen by few before or since. While for Zoe barely a year had passed, she returned home after what had apparently been many centuries in Runeterra. Full of teenage curiosity, she wondered what she had missed while she was away. Fortunately, she could traverse the streams of time with only a thought. Among the events she witnessed were the rise and fall of “the big armored meanie,” Mordekaiser; the destruction of the Blessed Isles in the “Spooky Ghost Party”; the cataclysms of the “War for Sparkly Rocks”; and the founding of a dour new nation near the “No Fun Forest.” One thing in particular became clear to Zoe—she was not alone. Walking the mortal world were other Aspects, in fact more than ever before. More friends for her to meet! But they brushed her aside time and again, seeming rather preoccupied with whatever it was they were doing in the spaces between realms. Intrigued, Zoe traveled to the stars, where she found the great cosmic dragon, Aurelion Sol. Although he clearly despised her, as he did all of her kind, Zoe always returned to the dragon’s side, trying to discover what aggrieved him. From his bombastic and self-aggrandizing diatribes, she gleaned that her fellow Aspects had humiliated him, crowning him with a cursed artifact to siphon away his power. Zoe felt sorry for this poor “space doggy,” and vowed to do what she could to protect him. For his part, Aurelion Sol has at least stopped threatening to destroy her when he eventually takes his long-overdue vengeance. Whether Zoe’s curious relationship with the Star Forger is due to a mere whim, possessiveness, or her function as a cosmic disrupter, no one can be certain. For the scholars and mystics of Mount Targon, the emergence of an Aspect is usually a joyous occasion... but Zoe’s unpredictability gives them pause, as not even she knows what her presence could portend. The only certainty is that Runeterra is on the brink of a profound transformation—one that may come at the cost of chaos, destruction, and blood. The moment she thought of the cake store, Zoe dove into the air, surrendering herself to gravity. While falling, she reached out with her consciousness to form a gateway. Instantly, a portal opened beneath her and connected to the other place. She fell into the gate. Her mass collided and imploded as she traveled. It kinda tickles. Unfortunately, Zoe did not appear at her intended destination. Instead, she emerged from a second portal only a dozen strides away, propelled through the air by the momentum of her previous fall. Then, after a brief moment of equilibrium, she was pulled back into the second portal. Again, time and space twisted around her—all swooshy-like, as she would describe it—before flopping her back at the starting point. Both portals then folded into space and disappeared. A powerful magic was distorting Zoe’s ability to travel. It probably related to whatever change she was supposed to herald, and, obviously, she hadn’t succeeded yet. It was a problem, but not an unfamiliar one. She wasn’t really sure what the message was, who it was for, or even what it meant, but, in her experience, those details rarely mattered. The holy mathematics wanted to advance, and the messages generally fell into place shortly after she arrived. Zoe felt that was a pretty cool advantage of being an Aspect. Of course, there was now the question of what to do while she waited. Zoe glanced around. Beside a nearby tree, she spotted a small, fuzzy creature with a huge tail. It looked similar to a tiny yordle, though Zoe noted how this creature’s connection to the spirit world was comparatively miniscule. The small animal’s life-pattern flashed in Zoe’s brain. It would live only a dozen rotations before returning its spirit. To her, the brevity of its life made it more adorable. Zoe jumped up and ran toward it. “So cute!” The tiny animal scrambled up the tree away from her. “Hey, come back!” she pouted. Without slowing her pursuit, Zoe created a time bubble, turning it only half a planet’s rotation, before launching it at the tree. The anomaly bounced before bursting against the tree’s trunk. For a second, the cute animal’s past merged with the present. The night sky overtook the area, and twilight butterflies pulsed around it. The small creature fell into the tired, restful sleep of the previous evening, as its past’s spiritual and mental state overwhelmed its current consciousness. Zoe ignored gravity for a moment, floated up into the branches, and came to a stop beside the tiny animal. Her hand hesitated above its downy fur. She knew the moment she touched the creature, her spell would break. "Zoe is a friend,” she whispered. But when she caressed the tiny animal’s head, it burst awake and dove away from her in a panic. With a disappointed moan, Zoe floated a bit higher before flipping upside down. She considered visiting Aurelion Sol after she finished here. The dragon didn’t like being petted either. But, she thought, he was easier to catch without harming. This notion vanished as, thanks to her new altitude, Zoe saw past the hills and spotted a village on the horizon. She willed a portal to the town into existence and dove into it. But, again, Zoe was only able to create a gate to a few yards away. Worse, it collapsed upon itself, as before, and pulled her back to her starting point. The summer grass did seem inviting, so with no better option, she walked through the forest to the village. She arrived at the outskirts of the walled town as the sun began to set. Hearing laughter, she dismissed gravity for a second and floated up to one of the village’s rooftops. In the center courtyard, a half dozen mortals were playing. They were almost exactly Zoe’s size, unlike the children or adults she had encountered more recently in her tour of the planet. One of the males chased a female around in a circle. Both were laughing. The rules of the game were unclear. Zoe focused on the girl’s beautiful red dress—wondering if the coloration represented something. Even if it wasn’t a part of the game, Zoe liked it. The girl seemed taller than the other females, and Zoe felt the girl might know things she needed to learn. The male was also interesting, but in a completely different way. She could tell his current incarnation would be short lived, but Zoe suspected it would be amazing if he chased her. There was something wonderful about his chin and the shape of his lips. She swallowed nervously. It had, after all, been a very long time since Zoe was a mortal or had even visited this realm. She was strangely worried the group wouldn’t accept her, and she would be left out of whatever they were playing. Two of the other boys, decidedly less interesting ones, began kicking a ball between themselves. This game, Zoe remembered. Emboldened by this connection, Zoe swooped down from the rooftop to the middle of the group. “Hi!” she said, while turning the base of her hair into a color that mimicked the tall female’s dress. “A spirit,” the interesting boy said with wide eyes. Then he screamed, “Run!” Zoe felt she should point out she was an Aspect rather than a spirit, but she was uncertain if his cry was part of the other game’s rules. “Actually, I’m here with a message. But if you wanted to play, I have plenty of time,” she said, as she launched after them. Then she flew, as casually as she could, alongside the tall girl. “Your red outfit is so cool! Does the color mean something?” Zoe asked. But her attempt at starting a conversation hardly mattered. As she spoke, the tall girl was pulled into a house by the interesting boy. He then slammed the heavy, wooden door shut, blocking Zoe’s path. Zoe glanced around, discovering the other mortals had similarly disappeared, but a commotion could be heard coming from a keep near the center of the town. After a moment, a dozen men in armor came running toward Zoe with spears. They reminded her of Pantheon’s weapon. Local guardians, she surmised. Assuming she was a spirit, they screamed warnings, while their leader attempted a banishing spell. It was a very good spell, in Zoe’s opinion, but not one she wanted. She wondered if, perhaps, spirits frequently plagued the town. When the men began throwing their weapons at Zoe, she manifested an arcane meteor and sent it on a flight path around the keep. Then, the twilight girl created a pair of portals to dodge the guardian’s spears, before finally redirecting the shooting star at her attackers. The meteor’s impact created an implosion, causing a chain reaction with the small particles it had gathered while flying, which resulted in a secondary explosion that thundered through the guards and their tower—annihilating the area into a fine dust. “Hello?” Zoe asked as the clouds of destruction whirled around her. She wondered if the tall girl or the interesting boy had run away. It seemed likely. Momentarily dispirited, Zoe decided to visit a larger mortal settlement next. It seemed like someone might be willing to play with her at that sort of location. Zoe remembered where a... city had been a few thousand years ago. On instinct and despite her previous failures, she willed a portal to it. And she was pleasantly surprised when a gateway opened to her intended destination. “Oh cool!” she said, happy to be able to travel again, and eager to deliver her next message. As Zoe stepped out of reality, she wondered if the new crater would lead some mortals to find the World Rune that was nearby. The tall girl or that interesting boy might even be the ones to discover it. It would probably be funny if they did, she decided.

Random Extras

• As mentioned in her lore, Zoe was likely born between 1550 and 1400 years ago, between the Darkin war and Mordekaiser second reign. However, barely a year has passed for her in the celestial realm, so she remains physically and mentally a young teenager. • Zoe is more of a chaotic good character, whereas traditional tricksters are chaotic evil to chaotic neutral. She is generally benevolent; however, she serves the bigger picture at the expenses of some indiviuals or sometimes unknowingly causes destruction. • She likes eating Chocolate Mooncakes. • She also likes butterflies, unicorns, and watching the end of finite realities. • Her scarf is knitted from the wool of an Erbok. • Zoe is the second-released champion from the Lunari order. • Zoe can change her eye color on a whim.[4] • As both a trickster and a herald, many of Zoe's lines have double meanings (including the word "sparkles") and can be broadly interpreted. • Narrative Writer Jared Rosen rates her as one of the most knowledgeable known beings in the universe behind Swain and Aurelion Sol.