My name is Rin, but some people have nicknamed me "Rinidinger" since I am one of Heimer's assistants.

I am not apart of the League, but I do try my best to be of some help! I am a female Yordle from Bandle City, but I moved to Piltover to attend the Yordle Academy and assist Heimer and others in their research.

Anyways, It's a pleasure to meet you! So... whatcha' waiting for?
Ask me anything! Though please be patient, I do have a lot of work piled up!


As he continues welding and working, humming a incoherent tune as his ears twitch at Rini’s scampering around the lab as she inches close to him. As she sets down the beakers next him he quickly snatches one of them and pours it quickly into his coffee and gives a quick swig his mustache stands on end along with his hair and snaps his finger, “And that’s what I call a good trimethylxanthine based beverage!” he gives a little chuckle as he looks at Rini whom looks at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, the other students were telling me to learn how to gain a sense of ‘humor’ so I was doing the research and apprently this is called a ‘Prank’" he gives a keen thought fiddling with his mustache, "I do say that was a ‘Zinger’ wouldn’t you say!"


With a sigh mixed between relief and the passing of irritation, Rin shook her head at her boss. A sudden thought kindled in the back of her mind though. Her expression suddenly dropped as she tapped Heimer on the back.

"S-Sir.. are you SURE that was a beverage… there’s two other beakers on the counter!"

Rin spun around to point at the counter, trying to hold in her laughter. Prank, you say? Hah! I’ll get him right back…! She waited for his reaction, trying her best not to show her face too soon, her grin an obvious give away.



rinidinger started following you

"AH! Rini, just the able pair of hands I was looking for!" the eccentric scientist chimes as he’s busy working and welding on a project not looking away as he greets the young yordle protege,

"There are two beakers over on the other side of the lab here,…

"R..Right… so… heavy gauntlets, goggles, and make sure path is clear…" Rin mumbled to herself, her ears drooping as she scanned the area for the jars. This wasn’t unusual of her mentor, but it still got Rin’s skin crawling with the thoughts of more explosives in her face.

She foot-shuffled some spare parts away from the floor path she would be taking, along with grabbing a few nuts and bolts that were scattered about. After a brief moment of clean up, she grabbed her heavy gloves, pulled her goggles down, and set off.. cautiously.

"H..Here… Professor.. please move slowly, I’m close behind you." Rin winced at the bottled destruction, their contents rustling with an unknown bubbling effect. She braced herself every time for these kinds of volatile products.


rinidinger up there where little Yordles don’t ask silly questions.



Little sparrow, little sparrow…
The world is so big and you are so tiny.
Yet your heart still soars as your wings take flight.
You keep reaching for the stars and asking questions
It doesn’t matter if you reach the top
You know you’ve tried your hardest and you’ll keep trying.
Til you goal is complete.
Because even though you are so small
When you look at the size of the universe…
Everything is small in this big world, isn’t it?
So even the smallest achievements…
are really big.

"WA-WA-WARBO!" Gnar sneezes all over the floor. He walks over to Rin, wagging his tail, collar on with a note attached to it reading: Rin! Great science has been achieved today. Close the blinds and I need you to give Gnar a Yordle Flu shot. Just squeeze any air bubbles out, gently lift up the skin on his back, and insert the fluid in the shot. Then send Gnar back to the hallway. Hurry! Science!





Have you put any thought into how you're gonna weather proof your glider, I mean if you're ever stuck in a storm?

I don’t think water proofing wings made of light and manipulated by sound is really going to do very much…

But I can wear a raincoat! :D

*stress-tests the turrets with her new ranged starcall*

*watches* You don’t ever give up, do you? I like your determination. 

How about this: I'll eat the purple thing.

You will NOT eat my minion friend, thank you. 


* an feral nine tail fox wearing an mask walks in* so Rin what are you working now in the work shop?

Still refinig my glider, really! It’s my pride. She’s just.. expensive

"Hey, we're friends, yah should gimme the schematics to Heimy's new turrets while he ain't lookin' so I can make 'em better," Rumble said very narcissistically.

"Ahhhhahahahahah, you’re funny, friend! While I’m at it, let’s trade! You give me Tristy’s blue prints, and I’ll give you his turret prints. Perfect, right?" Rin returns the banter, smirking all the while.