Orianna was not always the clockwork wonder, known so famously in Piltover, that she is today. Many years ago, the girl for which she is named, Orianna Reveck, was a dancer. She performed in the grandest theaters in Piltover, the performances always open to the public. Of this, her father Corin was quite proud, and his pride swelled as her fame grew across Valoran.
But such things all come to tragic ends. Agents from Zaun were sent out, ordered to put and end to the dancing pride of Piltover’s career, and life. They were successful, murdering the poor girl in her dressing room after a performance.
The city mourned the loss of their beloved dancer, memorial services held for a month after her death. Her father, not willing to let such a slight on his family, his pride and his city go unanswered sought a way to defy their jealous neighbors, and remake his daughter in such a way that she could never be taken from the world again.
When his work was finally complete, he sent out invitations all across Valoran. Set in the last theater his daughter had performed in, her father waited for every seat to be filled. Dignitaries from across the land had come, wondering what this tragic man had to show them, mere months after his daughter’s passing.
When the curtains were drawn back, a chorus of murmurs and hushed talking came over the crowd. Standing center stage, posed as though mid pirouette, was a girl made of metal. A large key protruded from her back, turning slowly with each second. Her eyes cast an eerie glow from her face as they scanned the crowd.
Corin spoke up from a booth above the crowd once they had quieted down. “You see here, fair people of Valoran, my defiance. My daughter, as you all know, was taken from me mere months ago. Murdered by Zaunite hands. But I vowed to not let her memory be scarred by such an event! The wonder of techmaturgy you see before you is Orianna made anew! Never to be stolen from us again.”
The crowd applauded the speech, standing in their ovation. But not all who bore witness to the spectacle were pleased. Men sent by Zaun to oversee the event had snuck back stage the moment the curtains had drawn back. As soon Corin’s speech was complete, they made their move. intent on undoing his work.
No sooner had they stepped out than Orianna reacted, turning to face one and gesturing with her hand. Down from the area above her came an orb, made similarly to her. It sailed towards the first of her would-be attackers, colliding with his chest and shattering his ribs. Another gesture from the girl, now striding towards the men, caused a pulse of sound to erupt from the orb, rendering the men immobile.
When she was withing reach of the one still conscious, clutching his bleeding ears, she lifted him effortlessly from the ground. Spinning on the tip of one foot, she tossed the man across the stage. He did not rise again.
Joined by her companion orb, the mechanical duet moved to the front of the stage, taking a bow as though they had been performing for the crowd. Cheers rose from the watching, while her father gave praise to her over the speakers. He was proud once more, knowing that his daughter’s legacy would carry on. And though she took to the violence a little too eagerly, he knew she would only fight in self defense. And thus the clockwork lady was born.