Arising from a small village on the outskirts of Demacia, Bcan utilized all around him. From the dense forests to the blacksmith's tools, whatever he laid his hands on became a work of art. One night roaming a path towards the entrance of Demacia, a sparkle shone from his peripheral, effectively catching Bcan's attention. Following the seemingly dimming light, he strayed off of the path, running between brushes and large trunks. The light eventually stopped and diffused into a body of water.
The lake glowed with the moon's lucid reflection. Bcan watched in awe as other entities of light entered into the water, producing a small beacon of light each time. One of the lights fell onto his hands, beckoning him to bring it to the water. Transfixed by the sight, Bcan cupped his hands and dipped them into the lake. As his flesh was engulfed by the cool fluid, a foreign sensation shot through his veins.
Once Bcan retracted his hands from the water, his skin shone with the familiar glow of the lake. A faint voice resounded, urging him to sketch the scenery. Pulling out his sketch pad and a pencil, he started to draw the lake. With every stroke, a gleam appeared in the setting, whatever he drew forming before his eyes. Bcan sketched a small tree, watching it rise from the soil soon after. With much incredulity, he approached the plant, gently pressing his palm to the trunk.
The tree's canopy danced along the wind, a faint thud could be felt. Bcan stepped back to sketch flowers along its base. A series of various flowers bloomed, radiating at his touch. They sang with the rustling of tree branches and wind, seemingly coming to life. That's when Bcan realized, his artwork summoned spirits that awoke to his hands. Since that moment in the forest, he's nurtured his art skills.
Garen, the might of Demacia, caught wind of Bcan's skills and invited him to join the nobles, harnessing his skills to potentially help them in the war against Noxus.