High Noon Sion’s lore
As soon as Sion knew life, he knew rage: rage that ripped the restraints from the operating table; rage that crushed the bones of those men who tried to play at the miracle of Creation; rage that he ain’t, nor ever would be, the second clockwork angel they had hoped to construct. Sion knows rage, and so will the world.
WHO IS HIGH NOON SION?
“They tried to build an angel. They got me instead.”
A monstrous fusion of steel, hellfire, and seething rage, High Noon Sion was meant to be the second coming of a clockwork messiah—a divine enforcer forged to keep the peace in the lawless West. But the moment the first spark of life hit his metal veins, he shattered the operating table, crushed his creators, and roared his defiance into the desert winds.
Now, he’s a walking apocalypse, a hulking revenant stitched together from scrap iron and damned souls, his steam-powered heart pounding with the fury of a man who refuses to be controlled.
⚡ APPEARANCE:
A 7-foot-tall amalgamation of scorched steel and bleeding hydraulics, his body a patchwork of salvaged train plating and demonic sigils.
His face is half-melted, one eye a glowing red lens, the other a black void leaking smoke.
Wields a rusted executioner’s axe, its edge serrated from cleaving through men, devils, and the occasional locomotive.
Steam vents erupt from his back like a devil’s breath, hissing with every step.
💀 ROLE IN HIGH NOON:
The Unwilling Harbinger: Sion didn’t choose to serve Mordekaiser’s Sulfur Rail—he was dragged into hell and reforged. Now, he’s a living siege engine, sent to smash through towns that defy the Mechanical Devil’s rule.
A Weapon with a Will: Unlike other mindless constructs, Sion remembers flashes of his past life—enough to hate what he’s become.
The Rail’s Worst Nightmare: When the Sulfur Rail needs a problem erased, Sion is unleashed. The tracks tremble. The sky darkens. And then—the screaming starts.
🤠 RELATIONSHIPS – WHO FEARS HIM? WHO USES HIM?
🔥 ALLIES (THE SULFUR RAIL’S WRETCHED TOOLS)
Mordekaiser, the Mechanical Devil
“You are my hammer, Sion. Now go. Crack the earth.”
Sion’s creator and jailer. Mordekaiser sees him as a failed experiment—too volatile, too human in his rage.
Their “alliance” is one-sided. Sion obeys only because the hellfire in his veins burns hotter when he resists.
Secret Truth: If Sion ever breaks free, his axe will find Mordekaiser’s iron throat.
High Noon Viktor
“The soul is just another gear to be fitted.”
The mad engineer who helped forge Sion, Viktor views him as a flawed prototype—one he’d love to “fix” if given the chance.
Sion hates him more than most. Every time Viktor’s tools dig into his metal flesh, the titan swears one day, he’ll return the favor.
High Noon Thresh
“Oh, Sion… even your suffering has a melody.”
Thresh collects the souls Sion leaves in his wake, stringing them along his infernal chain like ghostly trophies.
Sometimes, he whispers to Sion—reminding him of the life he lost. Just to watch the giant snap another support beam in half.
High Noon Urgot
“You’re a brute. But at least you know it.”
Urgot respects Sion’s unstoppable fury but mocks his lack of freedom.
If they ever teamed up, it’d be a bloodbath—until one turned on the other.
☠️ ENEMIES (THE ONES WHO WANT HIM DEAD—AGAIN)
High Noon Senna
“That thing ain’t a man. It’s a crime.”
Senna sees Sion as proof of Mordekaiser’s sins—a soul tortured into a weapon.
Her angel-forged revolvers can pierce his armor, leaving holy burns that refuse to heal.
High Noon Leona
“You were meant to protect. Look at what they made you.”
Leona pities him. Sion HATES that.
When they clash, her solar steel meets his hellforged axe in explosions of fire and righteous fury.
High Noon Ashe
“Even broken angels deserve peace.”
Ashe believes Sion can be saved. He doesn’t want saving.
Her ice-imbued rifle shots slow his rampages, giving townsfolk time to flee.
High Noon Lucian
“I put down abominations like you for a living.”
Lucian hunts devils, and Sion’s got Mordekaiser’s stink all over him.
Their duels are brutal, personal, and always end with half the town on fire.
💀 NEUTRAL / CONFLICT (THE ONES WHO SEE THE MAN UNDER THE METAL)
High Noon Yone
“I know what it’s like… to be split in two.”
Yone understands souls trapped in monstrous forms.
Sometimes, he tries to reach Sion mid-rampage. Sometimes, he barely ducks the axe.
High Noon Rell
“They did to you what they did to me. Difference is—I* fought back.”*
Rell sees herself in Sion—another weapon forged by tyrants.
She’s the only one who doesn’t flinch when he roars.
High Noon Talon
“Rage is useful. But who’s directing yours?”
Talon watches, calculates. If Sion ever turns on Mordekaiser, he’ll be there—knife ready.
🌵 CONCLUSION: WHAT IS SION IN HIGH NOON?
A tragedy wrapped in iron, a god-machine gone feral, and the Sulfur Rail’s most terrifying enforcer.
He wasn’t born a monster—he was made one.
And one day, the fires of his rage will burn hot enough to melt his chains.
WHO IS HIGH NOON SION?
“They tried to build an angel. They got me instead.”
A monstrous fusion of steel, hellfire, and seething rage, High Noon Sion was meant to be the second coming of a clockwork messiah—a divine enforcer forged to keep the peace in the lawless West. But the moment the first spark of life hit his metal veins, he shattered the operating table, crushed his creators, and roared his defiance into the desert winds.
Now, he’s a walking apocalypse, a hulking revenant stitched together from scrap iron and damned souls, his steam-powered heart pounding with the fury of a man who refuses to be controlled.
⚡ APPEARANCE:
A 7-foot-tall amalgamation of scorched steel and bleeding hydraulics, his body a patchwork of salvaged train plating and demonic sigils.
His face is half-melted, one eye a glowing red lens, the other a black void leaking smoke.
Wields a rusted executioner’s axe, its edge serrated from cleaving through men, devils, and the occasional locomotive.
Steam vents erupt from his back like a devil’s breath, hissing with every step.
💀 ROLE IN HIGH NOON:
The Unwilling Harbinger: Sion didn’t choose to serve Mordekaiser’s Sulfur Rail—he was dragged into hell and reforged. Now, he’s a living siege engine, sent to smash through towns that defy the Mechanical Devil’s rule.
A Weapon with a Will: Unlike other mindless constructs, Sion remembers flashes of his past life—enough to hate what he’s become.
The Rail’s Worst Nightmare: When the Sulfur Rail needs a problem erased, Sion is unleashed. The tracks tremble. The sky darkens. And then—the screaming starts.
🤠 RELATIONSHIPS – WHO FEARS HIM? WHO USES HIM?
🔥 ALLIES (THE SULFUR RAIL’S WRETCHED TOOLS)
Mordekaiser, the Mechanical Devil
“You are my hammer, Sion. Now go. Crack the earth.”
Sion’s creator and jailer. Mordekaiser sees him as a failed experiment—too volatile, too human in his rage.
Their “alliance” is one-sided. Sion obeys only because the hellfire in his veins burns hotter when he resists.
Secret Truth: If Sion ever breaks free, his axe will find Mordekaiser’s iron throat.
High Noon Viktor
“The soul is just another gear to be fitted.”
The mad engineer who helped forge Sion, Viktor views him as a flawed prototype—one he’d love to “fix” if given the chance.
Sion hates him more than most. Every time Viktor’s tools dig into his metal flesh, the titan swears one day, he’ll return the favor.
High Noon Thresh
“Oh, Sion… even your suffering has a melody.”
Thresh collects the souls Sion leaves in his wake, stringing them along his infernal chain like ghostly trophies.
Sometimes, he whispers to Sion—reminding him of the life he lost. Just to watch the giant snap another support beam in half.
High Noon Urgot
“You’re a brute. But at least you know it.”
Urgot respects Sion’s unstoppable fury but mocks his lack of freedom.
If they ever teamed up, it’d be a bloodbath—until one turned on the other.
☠️ ENEMIES (THE ONES WHO WANT HIM DEAD—AGAIN)
High Noon Senna
“That thing ain’t a man. It’s a crime.”
Senna sees Sion as proof of Mordekaiser’s sins—a soul tortured into a weapon.
Her angel-forged revolvers can pierce his armor, leaving holy burns that refuse to heal.
High Noon Leona
“You were meant to protect. Look at what they made you.”
Leona pities him. Sion HATES that.
When they clash, her solar steel meets his hellforged axe in explosions of fire and righteous fury.
High Noon Ashe
“Even broken angels deserve peace.”
Ashe believes Sion can be saved. He doesn’t want saving.
Her ice-imbued rifle shots slow his rampages, giving townsfolk time to flee.
High Noon Lucian
“I put down abominations like you for a living.”
Lucian hunts devils, and Sion’s got Mordekaiser’s stink all over him.
Their duels are brutal, personal, and always end with half the town on fire.
💀 NEUTRAL / CONFLICT (THE ONES WHO SEE THE MAN UNDER THE METAL)
High Noon Yone
“I know what it’s like… to be split in two.”
Yone understands souls trapped in monstrous forms.
Sometimes, he tries to reach Sion mid-rampage. Sometimes, he barely ducks the axe.
High Noon Rell
“They did to you what they did to me. Difference is—I* fought back.”*
Rell sees herself in Sion—another weapon forged by tyrants.
She’s the only one who doesn’t flinch when he roars.
High Noon Talon
“Rage is useful. But who’s directing yours?”
Talon watches, calculates. If Sion ever turns on Mordekaiser, he’ll be there—knife ready.
🌵 CONCLUSION: WHAT IS SION IN HIGH NOON?
A tragedy wrapped in iron, a god-machine gone feral, and the Sulfur Rail’s most terrifying enforcer.
He wasn’t born a monster—he was made one.
And one day, the fires of his rage will burn hot enough to melt his chains.