Alkarim, the midas touch
So I had an idea for a champion from Shurima, we have a lot of bandits or sell-swords from there so I thought we could have something different...perhaps the Egypt-like sands need a robin hood. And thus, Alkarim was born. I haven't really figured out the numbers yet other than with his passive.
Range: Melee
Role: Support/tank/mage (Not sure how to classify him.)
Passive: On champion kill or assist he takes 5% of their current pocket gold. This would go to 7% at level 7 anf 10% at level 13. (Like other scaling passives.)
Q: Golden shield: Ally champ or himself Alkarim converts his gold into a shield that has a base shield and than a scaling aspect off ap and his pocket gold. "My magic converts gold into a defensive force, after taking a certain amount of force it reverts back to coin form."
W: Greedy burdens: Single target, any unit Alkarim purges the targeted unit, removing debuffs from allies and positive buffs from enemies, damaging foes based on their pocket gold (Plus base and AP) and healing allies based on Alkarim's gold. "Gold corrupts the heart!"
E: Investment: Single target, Enemy champion Alkarim links up to a target enemy and saps their health and slows, if the enemy has more gold than him it stuns at the end of the duration. "I'm on the more practical side of things."
R: Pawn: skill shot dash, enemy champion Alkarim dashes in a direction and disables all the benefits of the enemy champions highest valued item. "I'll take this off your hands."
Lore: Alkarim spent most of his days traveling the waste lands of Shurima to expand his knowledge, his father lived in the constant pursuit of the secret to making gold from other materials. After the death of his father he took up this quest as well, and he succeeded, now able to turn any object to gold, he enchanted his gauntlet to carry the spell he crafted. After cracking the secret to endless riches he simply got bored of money, the ability to buy anything he saw fit wasn't as enticing to him as it was his father. He saw value in interesting objects, things that money couldn't buy, such as memories and priceless artifacts. He believes that gold corrupts the hearts of many, but he ignores his particular weakness to selfishness. He protects the victims of the bandits in Shurima, giving money and protection from bandits to the less fortunate, all the while skimming interesting objects off the invaders. Alkarim turns to the League as a place to search for interesting powers, objects, weapons, and people. "Money is no object, well, figuratively of course.
Cinematic idea: Bandits towered over helpless commoners, pillaging and beating the denizens of the harsh desert. Alkarim grabs the shoulder of one of the leaders of the gang. "You're a bit greedy aren't you?" He says as the bandit's chest-plate falls off as golden coins, he punches the man in the gut with his singular gauntlet. The other bandits stood in shock before rushing at him, scimitars swinging. Alkarim blocks the first with his gauntlet before the coins on the ground rose up to block the attacks of the others. He kicks the scimitar out of the hand of the first goon before grabbing him with his gauntlet and throwing him to the ground. A few bandits skilled in the arts of magic empowered the remaining three goons but it was useless as with a quick combination of hand gestures their magics dissipated. Alkarim dashed through the center of their line, the glows of crystal staffs dissipated and back fired, torrents of flames burnt the remaining five thugs as they retreated. "Go on, help yourself." He gestured for the peasants to take the gold that was scattered on the ground. He looked up as a loud thud resounded through the small village. A hulking behemoth of a man stood before him, the man bore three missile launcher like canons on his hunched back and massive brass knuckles. Three magical bolts were fired at Alkarim, he danced around the first two before the last hit him, sending him tumbling into a house. Three more shots, two more dodged with the third hitting. Alkarim rushed forward on the third barrage and sapped the magic from the item, the weight suddenly bore down on the man, crushing him with the actual weight of his weapons. "Gravity spell to reduce it's weight, clever." Alkarim grinned before knocking him out with a punch to the face.