[My Personal Champ Design] - This is what happens when I get bored...

So just a champion I thought up as I was bored today. Still a work in progress and as of right now deals with no real numbers (the ones that are in there are used to give an example of how long or short something might last). So...without further distractions, her is Ren'Zhun.

Visuals:

Basically, he is this four-armed human-esque voidborn who wields a halberd in each of his lower hands. Given that he is a void born, his main form of armor is the grotesque exoskeleton that surrounds his flesh. Think this Ben 10 Transformation but a lot more...voidy? Plus the halberds and an exoskeleton. https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ben-10-aliens/images/8/8c/4mungsaur.PNG/revision/latest?cb=20141006125538

Skillset:

Passive: A Voidborn's Honor Ren'Zhun restores 15(+%Health Scaling) Health upon landing an attack or ability on an enemy champion or epic monster, stacking up to 5 times. If attacking a target with less percent health than Ren'Zhun, his next basic attack consumes the stacks, causing his next attack to deal true damage based on the number of stacks consumed.

Q: Strength of a Thousand Men Ren'Zhun grabs his Halberds with two hands, causing his basic attacks to deal increased damage for a short period of time, cleaving all enemies surrounding him. (Enemy Champions and Epic Monsters hit by this ability's cleave effect are granted a stack of his passie)

W: The Void's Resolve Cost: Mana Ren'Zhun strengthens his resolve for a short duration, granting him tenacity and slow resistance for the duration. Landing basic attacks or abilities extends this ability for a short period of time (0.5 secs)

E: Piercing Justice Cost: Mana Ren'Zhun latches onto his target, pinning them for a brief period of time. After a short delay, he pierces his target with the ends of his Halberds, dealing physical damage and slowing them for a short time.

R: Duty till Death Cost: HP per second Ren'Zhun empowers himself, granting increased size, Attack Damage, and attack range. While empowered, Ren'Zhun basic attacks swing his halberds in an arc in front of him, damaging all enemies caught in the blade. (Health Cost probably be %Current Health, since he would be building a bit of health)

Lore:

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN CRUDE MENTAL IMAGES. SCROLL DOWN IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH.

Don't know if that is needed or not, but I do know some who are good with that kind of stuff, so I'll put that here anyways. Definitely not a Child-friendly bit, but then again, is Evelynn?

-And the Story: X was born as a Demacian Noble. He greatly admired Garen, yearning to one day earn his own spot in the Demacian Elite. Unfortunately, during a battle in the Demacian - Noxus War, he was defeated by a Noxus Soldier in battle, losing his right arm in the battle and a fatal wound to his chest. As the battle moved on, he was left to die as a casualty of war, having been forgotten by his allies in the heat of battle. Discovered by a member of the Cult of the Void, he was then brought to Malzahar to act as a sacrifice. Originally infuriated by bringing a wounded soldier, Malzahar refused to offer him to the void, eventually agreeing on the premise that he offer another human as sacrifice.

Upon landing on the other side, he and his new comrade saw only a deep pit of Darkness. A darkness like none that could even exist on Runeterra. While their sights proved useless, they were sure the sounds they heard would give them nightmares for years to come. His comrade, a commoner from Noxus, went insane from the living horrors that they were able to hear. While the Noxian decide that giving himself up as a willing offering to whatever comes their way was the only option they both had, X resisted, believing that these creatures had no moral code to follow. They acted in a relentless pursuit for destruction, such that not even the Noxian Nation could match. Deciding that he must find a way to put a stop to these ravenous beast, he had to first overcome the horrors that he was subjgated to hear. Leaning on his beliefs ingrained into him as a Demacian Soldier, he began to prepare his own personal mental barrier. As the seconds turn into minutes, X would repeat his own mantra within his head, "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier". Slowly, he found his skin start to boil, turning from tan, to pink, to red, to purple. His insides would start to burn, attempting to crawl out of his throat and onto what he had to assume was the dirt infront of him. But still, he repeat his mantra, "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." Even as his bones began to shatter to a billion pieces and force its way outside of his skin, he repeated, "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." A raging inferno flared under his arms, as an arm started to grow out of either side of his body, seemingly ready to rip apart those who stood in his way, and yet he repeated, "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." Slowly and painfully, his skin was sliced open by his very bones, while his bones finally reformed together, forming a exoskeleton outside of his body. His mind became weary, exhausted from the pain extorted onto his body, but yet, he did not faulter. "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier."

"Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a Demacian Soldier." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a..." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way of a..." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way..." "Justice, Honor, Duty. This is the way..." "Justice, Honor, Duty..." "Justice, Honor, Duty..." "Justice, Honor, Duty." "Justice, Honor, Duty." "Justice, Honor, Duty."

Slowly, as the pain slowly subsided, a creature rose from the spot once holding the Demacian Soldier. The voidborn turned to his side, glancing at his fellow brethren, upholding the monstrosity that was his fellow kin.

And he was hungry. Hungry for voidborn blood.

Rushing the other voidborn, X reached out and forcably grabbed the both of the creature's with two arms each, slowly pulling apart the once-comrade. Slowly, but surely, the ex-Noxian's exoskeleton began to shatter, followed by the flesh underneath, until, finally, the abomination ripped in half. Dropping the two halves of the once-whole mutation, X turned to face the now quite visible landscape that is known as the void.

He doesn't remember much. Not even his own name. But, he does know one thing. Something that he will live and fight for, no matter the cost.

Justice, Honor, and Duty.