[Champion Concept] Mek, Neural Auguerrilla
#Mek, Neural Auguerrilla
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Artist: https://f1x-2.deviantart.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXqTPV8FhYU
Primary Role: Support (Utility)
##Friends

##Enemies

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#Lore
"You can really feel the heat out there tonight, Resnok! Femme Fatale is really kicking the tin can in! You think Zaunbie Zuper is gonna walk outta this ring in functioning capacity?!" "I don't know about you, Jarc, but Zaunbie's really slugging it compared to his record. You think he's been tipped for a better deal?" "Hard to believe, Res. Losers don't walk outta this ring the same way they walked in, dead or alive. If he's really got himself a third party deal, it better be damned good!"
You can almost taste the Freljord gin at the tip of their serpentine tongues as the announcers spit into the microphone, capitalizing off illegal fights between Zaunite street scum and Piltover service bots with punching gloves. Thought it wasn't like you were going to risk the fuzz showing up at your doorstep for something as petty as deathbrawls in the depths of Zaun's stormdrain. Unless you were in the ring itself and you didn't have any debts to pay, you were doing pretty solid. Unfortunately, I had a debt to pay. A fat one too, and I put the last of my rent on this match to see if I couldn't scramble up a gitz to inch my way to paying these guys off. To both my luxury and my occasion, my bet was winning.
Before the procedures, these crowds were my limelight. My home away from an absence of home. Like I knew everyone around me. But now the thick blanket of silence deafens the energy and vibe of the crowd gone wild. Though there is one voice that keeps me company. She isn't very chatty during the fights- apparently she likes them more than I do. Whereas I'm watching for a paycheck, she's watching for entertainment. "Zaunbie isn't even keeping his hands up. Someone's paid him off to throw the game." Her artificial voice hummed through the interior intercom of my head like a second conscience. "So?" I thought in return, albeit bluntly. "All the better for me. For us." "But its against the spirit of the sport, Mekan. If I wanted to see a subjugated servitor be turned into a punching bag, I'd say we pay a visit to the scrap yard on Rocko Street." She's really serious about these fights. "You used to love roboxing. What happened?" "I'll let you think on that one for a second." . . . "Oh." "Yeah." "Sorry. I'm still getting used to this whole "I'm you and you're me" thing." "I guess it's a two way street. You're not the only one on this sinking lifeboat of a fleshbag. Though we could really use some time to-" "Mekan." "What?" "Upstairs balcony. Four o'clock." I looked. Four mechanized thugs, the size of a Demacian's ego each. One pointed directly at me, and the rest of their eyes followed. Ever walked into a room with everyone with their eyes on you? Kinda like a fishbowl? That was the easiest way to describe it.
"And she's done it! Femme Fatale wins the pot! Zaunbie Zuper is decommissioned!" The caster's voice booms through the echo chamber beneath the surface metropolis, heralding the roar of the crowd. Some in anger. Some in victory.
"I'll have to pick up my winnings later." I muttered in my head, worming my way through the crowd. "If you don't die. Or if the organizers don't get robbed blind again. Or-" "Lauren. Happy thoughts please?" "Sorry."
Slowly, we swam our way through the crowd with relative ease, making headway to a door labeled "Maintenance" in large, bolded letters. Pipelines weaved into the wall hissed steam out from various excretion points as we hustled our way through.
The door behind us swung open with a slam and the aforementioned thugs came sprawling out like a can of worms. A cursory glance over the shoulder for a single second was all it took to make out their angry, ugly faces. And so the goosechase began.
And so we ran, and we ran and we ran. We outran the debt and we outran the collectors, or at least most of them. As we came around the corner of the undermost belly of the maintenance shaft we collided with one of their lackies- a seven foot brute clad in steel.
Fight or flight ran through my body like a crack of lightning, and an unwaivering force slammed him into the wall beside us. The pipe burst open and created a person-shaped dent in the wall where he had been tucked in neatly by the telekenetic shove. I didn't stay to picket for long as I continued to dart the hell out of dodge.
"Was that you or me?" "You," Lauren replied. "I assume it was a subconscious response to seeing a walking metal beefstick. Though if you didn't do it I was going to myself." My eyes flared and a sigh flew out my nose. "So you're saying I still don't have control over it. Peachy." "Don't beat yourself up over it. This kind of technology wasn't meant for a body as-" "Weak minded?" "Young. I was going to say young." "I get it, I get it. I'm 'Undeveloped' or whatever. Just find us a way out of this mess." "I've already been working on it. Long range clairvoyance magic is unreliable this far underground, but I think there should be a lift at the far end of the next corridor." "Here's hoping, then."
The next door swung open. Lauren was correct about a shaft, but the lift was absent. The access had likely been long since decommissioned. "So I was half right." "You were also have wrong. Do you think we can propel ourselves upwards?" "This is your legs we're talking about, not mine." "I'll cross my fingers, then. Just get us up."
The motley crew flooded into the small access and began pummeling over one another in the direction of the shaft. All the while an unseen force launched us upward, like getting hit by a vertical train. As I flew up the shaft I could barely make out their figures as I spun wildly out of control mid flight. Another unseen shove projected me even farther up the shaft, again and again as if I were being batted around. A final smack sent me fumbling through several wooden boards and a "CONDEMNED" sign on the surface of Zaun once again. The murky, near unbreathable Zaun Grey loomed above as I lay near the brink of what felt like death.
"On the bright side, you've only broken 23% of your bone mass." "That's... the good news...?" "Considering you're bleeding everywhere, yes." "...Right....."
Slowly, my body came to a rise- not by my own control but by the puppeteering another unseen force. I blinked, whincing through the pain in some parts of my body nad the numbness in others.
"Is.. Is that you doing that?" "I'm trying something, give me a moment." My right foot moved forward slowly. My left moved ahead of it. She was piloting my body, or at least attempting to. For the first time, I understood what she felt when I moved around without her being able to have a physical say in how my body functions. Like a brain floating lifelessly inside a body as the body meandered on its own. Except this time I was the own floating lifelessly inside my own body, as she began to slowly slump down the street, towards home.
A year before.
Smoke fumed out from the toppled building in the street, flames spitting out from the base of the blaze as the smell of cooked meat met the nose of the surrounding response team morbidly. Some screamed as they were scorched into unrecognizable ash. Others lay in silence as the fire consumed them, dwelling on their last moments away from the pain and the suffering of being burnt alive.
The role and purpose of the Zaunite response team was never to save lives. They showed up to disasters to claim lives- collecting the bodies of those still barely hanging onto the threads of life to be utilized in experiments and tests. As guinea pigs and lab rats. One such individual was a young woman, just by the skin of her teeth an adult, was scorched beyond recognition. But a heart beat like a drum within, hanging on like mad- only to stay alive as masked men in white coats hurled her injured body into a cart with the rest.
For months, Mekan spent her time suspended in a chemical tank, attatched to several dozen machines, feeding tubes and only being able to make contact with other signs of life when hazy, indiscernible white figures shifted around behind the contortion of the preservation fluids and the tank itself. Her physical wounds were beyond repair or any form of magic-based healing. Hex-tech augmentations were substituted for primary organs and sensory detectors. On that day, half of her humanity was taken from her. The science was nothing new in the concept of body modification. Mechanical augmentation had become a trend in Zaun many decades ago, and it had only grown.
But no matter how many upgrades were planted into her body, it did not solve the problem that her brain was unable to send messages to the rest of her body to commit to any physical actions. From an outsider looking in, she had appeared to become braindead. The facility had already gone through with various enhancements and prosthetic upgrades to Mekan that it would be a waste to throw her out.
And thus, a prototype intelligence was installed at the base of her cerebral cortex. It was called the Lifeline AUxiliary REcalibration Navigator, or L.A.U.R.E.N. for short. A personality and mind molded artificially to pilot the body that they had, in their eyes, improved.
But since she was not actually dead in the brain, the intelligence did not take over the body but merged entirely, sharing conscience with two whole separate personalities. For the first month, Lauren was in control, until eventually Mekan awakened once again.
"Alert. Outer-system neural activity. >Bodily control at 93%." "...What..?" "Sorry, who is this?" "Same to you..- What are you doing in my body? Who are they? What are they doing? What have they-.."
It was at that moment that their memories slowly began to mix. Mekan's torturous rehabilitation and forced surgical modifications. The tests given to Lauren to ensure full functionality. What Mekan knew, so did Lauren. And what Lauren knew, so did Mekan. They began to understand.
Their shared body was in the middle of an acrobatics test when Lauren and Mekan had collided. As they stood in place, the test hands approached Mekan in attempt to figure out what had gone wrong. Their restriction magic had been engineered for one mind, not two, and this truth began to surface as Mekan and Lauren began to fight their way out. Not just physically, but mentally.
The presence of two minds had done many things to their body. Not only had it allowed them to break free of any failsafes put in place by the engineers, but it opened up a strain of magic that was not there before. Their combined mental efforts had a physical effect on the world around them- and it was only when a Zaunite researcher was flown through three walls just by thinking of the action that this came to the realization of both Mekan and Lauren. Using the loose control that they had on such a feat, they escaped the compound and found refuge in the undercity of Zaun where they would hide for months, and months, and months- until they one day resurfaced and reintegrated back into society with some control over themselves.
Two people in a single body, co-existing as one entity had never been done in the history of their world. There was no reference to base off of. No one to go to for consul. Only themselves as they slowly began to control what had been given to them, and to understand what had been taken from them.
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#Quotes
##Upon Selection LAUREN:"Contact confirmed." Mek: Understood!
##Moving LAUREN:"Calculating possible routes." Mek: "Innnnnncomin'." LAUREN: "Destination reestablished." Mek: "Oh, alright, I'm comin' I'm comin'!"
##Attacking Mek: "Jus' move aside an' nobody's gon' get hurt, yeah?" Mek: "Go AWAY!" LAUREN: "Initiating combat sequence. Lethal force enabled." Mek: "Caaaaaan I hit it? Caaaaaan I hit it? Caaaaaan I hit it?" LAUREN: "Affirmative." Mek: "Yesssssssssssssss............" LAUREN:"Contact confirmed."
##Joke LAUREN: "You require more vespene gas." Mek: "Vespene what now?" Mek: "Believe me, you do NOT want a piece of me." Mek: "Have you ever retired a human as a mistake?" LAUREN: "I'm afraid I can't do that for you, Dave." Mek: "Dave? Whose Dave?" Mek: "You.. do not want to sell me death sticks."
##Taunt LAUREN: "ERROR 404: WORTHY OPPONENT NOT FOUND."
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#Stats
|Base Stats----------------------------------------------|Growth per/level| |- |Health: 550| +65.5| |Mana: 455| +30.5| |AD: 60| +1.25| |AP: 0| +0| |HP/5: 2.55| +1| |MP/5: 2| +0.5| |Range: 550| +0| |AS: 0.5| +2%| |Armor: 15| +1.5| |Magic Resist: 30| +0| |Movement Speed: 335| +0
|Base Stats----------------------------------------------|Stats @ 18| |- |Health: 450| 1563.5| |Mana: 355| 873.8| |AD: 60| 81.25| |AP: 0| 85| |HP/5: 2.55| 19.55| |MP/5: 2| 10.5| |Range: 550| 550| |AS: 0.5| 0.67| |Armor: 15| 40.5 |Magic Resist: 30| 30| |Movement Speed: 335| 335
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#Abilties
#Passive: L.A.U.R.E.N. Mana Couplet http://i.imgur.com/FVHw9xx.png
Whenever Mek moves an enemy champion forcibly through one of her abilities, she regains 4/6/8% of her maximum mana and reduces the cooldown of all abilities, including her ultimate, by 1 second.
#Q: Displacement Shove http://i.imgur.com/HT4sf1B.png Cost: 75/85/95/105/115 Mana Cooldown: 14/13/12/11/10 seconds Casting Range (Starting point): 900 units Skillshot Length (Push distance): 500/550/600/650/700 units Wall Length: 250/275/300/325/350 units Skillshot Speed: 2500
Mek manifests a physical wall at a target location and sends it forward towards a specified direction, dealing 80/110/140/170/200 magic damage (+40% AP) to all enemies hit and pushing along all allied and enemy champions, minions and pets, as well as nonepic jungle monsters to its final destination where the wall will then instantly dissolve.
If an enemy (champion and nonchampion) is shoved into a wall, they take an additional 30/60/90/120/150 magic damage (+20% AP).
#W: Long-Range Hexscan http://i.imgur.com/GwBMBO3.png Cost: 75/80/85/90/95 Mana Cooldown: 16/15/14/13/12 seconds Casting Range: 1600/1700/1800/1900/1200 units** Radius: 600 units Stealth Reveal Radius: 300 units Movement Speed Bonus Radius: 1250 units
Mek reveals the targeted area for 5 seconds. Allies moving towards the area for the duration of the reveal gain a 10%/15%/20%/25%/30% movement speed bonus.
Invisible champions and traps within the center of the area are also revealed.
#E: Netscape Alteration http://i.imgur.com/MA5A1RI.png Cost: 80/90/100/110/120 Mana Cooldown: 15/14/13/12/11 seconds Casting Range: 700 units AOE Radius (On terrain target): 450 units Wall Length (On non-terrain target): 350 units Wall bounce distance: 200 units
If targeting map terrain: Deteriorates the terrain in target area for 3 seconds, allowing physical travel through it. Enemy champions caught in the terrain as it reforms are knocked up and out of the terrain to the closest side for 1.5 seconds and take 130/160/190/220/250 magic damage (+50% AP)
If targeting open, non-terrain area: After 0.5 seconds, summons an impassable deflector field that prevents physical travel. Enemy projects going through it travel 30% slower, whereas friendly projectiles move through it 20% faster. The first time an enemy champion walks into the wall, they are bounced back, taking 100/130/160/190/220 magic damage (30% AP).
#R: Expulsion Warhead http://i.imgur.com/Xshu1WA.png Cost: 125/150/175 Mana Cooldown: 100/90/80 seconds Casting Range: 3500 units AOE Radius: 600-1200 units
Mek charges for up to 5 seconds, preparing her missile to bombard the target area. For each second she charges, the radius and the damage of the missile's effect grows (Maxing at 3 seconds). Upon releasing the channel it lands and detonates after a 2 second delay, knocking back all enemy champions to the furthest reach of the explosion's area, ignoring terrain and taking 200-300/300-400/400-500 magic damage (50% AP)
If Mek continues to channel after the five seconds, she can activate the ability to detonate the bomb under her and fling her to a target location within casting range, still knocking back enemies on take off but not inflicting any damage.
While channeling, Mek is revealed to the enemy team.
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