Daireon's earliest memories are the darkness of Aeriel's underground passages and the reassuring steel of a blade. He remembers no family, warmth, or kindness. Instead, the clink of stolen gold and the security of a wall at his back are all the kinship he has ever craved. Kept alive only by his quick wits and deft thievery, Daireon scraped out a living in the seedy underbelly of Aeriel. His mastery of the blade quickly marked him as a threat, and Aerian guilds sent assassins to him with a demand: join their ranks or be killed. He left the bodies of his pursuers dumped in Aeriel streets as his response.
The assassination attempts grew increasingly dangerous until one assailant met Daireon blade-for-blade in a match of strength. To his surprise, Daireon was disarmed and facing down his executioner's sword when the assassin revealed himself to be General Du Couteau. The General offered Daireon the choice between death at his hand, or life as an agent of the Noxian High Command. Daireon chose life, on the condition that his service was to Du Couteau alone, for the only type of orders he could respect were from one he could not defeat. Daireon remained in the shadows, carrying out secret missions on Du Couteau's orders that took him from the frigid lands of Asulon to the inner sanctums of Al'Khazar City. When the general vanished, Daireon considered reclaiming his freedom, but he had gained immense respect for Du Couteau after years in his service. He became obsessed with tracking down the general's whereabouts. Daireon's suspicions led him to the doors of the Institute of War, where he joined Dyrus, the abandoned Prince, in order to find those responsible for Du Couteau's disappearance.
