New Character Ideas

I decided to brainstorm different character ideas, so I'm going to post them in this thread.

Naevor The Executioner’s Mockery

Primary ROLE: Marksmen Secondary ROLE: Assassin

Other Aliases: -Fool’s Errand Boy -Gold’s Eye -“The Demacian Alchemist”

Health Points= 488.45 Attack Damage= 47.13 Armor= 23 Attack Speed= 0.77 Ability Power= 4
Mag Resist= 30 Movement Speed= 348 MANA: 275

Abilities: Deft Hands

Passive- Naevor earns 3 more gold from killing any enemy unit or large neutral monster (Does not increase with each kill)

Active- When Naevor kills an enemy champion, his auto attacks gain damage equal to a 20% of his base movement speed and gains movement speed equal to his base attack damage. This bonus degrades over 4 seconds (120 second cooldown)

Q- Back off! Costs 45 mana Naevor jumps to target ally, throwing a spread of five daggers in the direction Naevor jumped. Each dagger bleeds 35 damage each over 1 second, slowing effected units by 10% for 1.5 seconds. (5 second cooldown)

W- Blind Spot. Costs 30 mana (4 traps ready max at a time) Naevor places a pressure triggered smoke charge in the spot he’s standing at. The traps can only be triggered by enemy champions. When triggered, effected units have reduced vision for 1.5 seconds and 10% reduced movement speed for 1 second. Naevor gains +15% movement speed for each effected champion. (max of +30%). (Starts with 1 trap, gains 1 trap every 13 seconds)

E- Stick Together. Costs 60 mana Naevor shoots a barb into target enemy or monster. Another barb shoots from that enemy to another enemy or monster, prioritizing enemy champions. Both targets are pulled together, stunned for 1.5 seconds, and both take 50 damage. (9 second cooldown)

R- Trials of the Gauntlet. Costs 100 mana Naevor throws Draven’s axe at target champion, slowing them by 65% for 10 seconds and bleeding them for 7% of their max health over 3 seconds. If the champion dies from bleeding, the cooldown of this spell is reduced by 12 seconds. (96 second cooldown)

Prisoner’s Riot: Naevor earns 1 more gold from killing an enemy Draven.

Death: When Naevor is killed by a melee attack, he rips Draven’s axe from his body and falls backwards to the ground. When Naevor is killed by a ranged attack (including turrets), he pulls an arrow from his chet before collapsing to his knees and falling on his face. -Gold coins scatter all over the ground regardless of how he dies When Naevor is killed by an enemy Vel’koz’s ult. (Disintegration Ray), the enemy Vel’Koz gains ‘Naevor’s Melting Point’

Naevor’s Melting Point -Vel’Koz gains 1 more experience point from killing an enemy Naevor.

Character Selection Lore:

“I enjoy my competition just like I enjoy my victims. Dead.” 
-One of Naevor’s Employers


    A quick swoop. Hand dips into pocket. Pouch is taken. Man yells in anger. Climb up building. Running. Wind in face. Back in darkness. Safe. 

Naevor made his livings off of the wealth of his neighbors, a thief of all trades. By stealing from the rich families of Noxus, Naevor was able to dive into the power of wealth. He relished each moment, but Naevor was not satisfied with just playing the part. He yearned for a life without a dagger behind every back, a sword in every belt. Naevor was approached with yet another job. His job, assassinate the Du Couteau family. His reward, wealth beyond anything he could ever imagined. Naevor embraced the chance to kill, especially since his targets had gold and power. They were highly regarded members of Noxian society, but he planned to turn their fame to the mud. Eager for his relaxed life, Naevor went off on this newest get-rich-quick opportunity.

    Naevor studied the movements of Talon first. He posed the highest threat, though each member of the Du Couteau was assassins. Talon was notorious for his deeds, but soon Naevor could have the jobs Talon wouldn’t need when dead. Naevor shadowed Talon back to the Du Couteau home, using every trick in his book. Even with Naevor’s skill, Naevor never realizing that Talon was well aware that he was being tailed. As Naevor drew his dagger and approached Talon’s bed, Naevor was smashed to the floor. Vision blurring, all Naevor saw was Talon’s smirking face as he fell unconscious. 

Naevor woke up after what seemed like hours. He barely had a chance to orient himself before he heard a crowd cheer. He quickly jumped up, finding himself in a wide clearing with a single man standing in front of him. The man smiled broadly at Naevor, brandishing his twin, spinning axes. Naevor recognized him as Draven, the legendary executioner that killed for sport. Draven only said one thing to the man lying.

    “Run.”

    Naevor realized his chance of survival was nonexistent, as Draven was a highly skilled with those blades, but Naevor had to try. He took off bolting, hearing Draven’s bloodthirsty laugh followed by the sound cold steel slicing air. In a split second, Naevor spun around, caught Draven’s axe, and looked back in surprise. The audience gasped and went silent as tension rose between Draven and Naevor. Draven grinned broadly, throwing his second axe straight at him. Naevor smashed the axe with his own, stealing away from the arena with his new prize. As he turned the corner to leave, Naevor looked back over at Draven. All he could find was a primeval anger and world consuming rage.	

Finish the job. Kill the Du Couteau’s. Get the money. Watch out for Draven.

Background Lore:

   As a child, Naevor was born into a well standing Demacian family, the Mourns. His father, Artemis, served the Demacian army while his mother, Jade, worked at an Apothecary. Though Artemis was a simple soldier, never wishing to advance the ranks, Jade was a revered medicine shaman. Jade provided most of the potions and poultices that the Demacian army used for the wounded. Naevor aspired to bring his mother’s gift to all of Demacia, so he studied under his mother in hopes of becoming just as legendary. Though Artemis wished his son had chosen to stand at the front lines instead of healing, his pride was undiminished in his son’s skill.

   During a skirmish against Noxian troops near the Noxus-Demacia border, Artemis was grievously wounded, but not before slaying the entire enemy force by himself. Artemis was left crippled, returning home frail and breakable. Artemis did not let his condition prevent him from trying to be the best father he could, but Naevor was furious that his father had been severely injured while in service. Seeing the cruelties of conflict unfold in his own life, Naevor sought to restore his father through his mother’s work. 

    Naevor spent years with his mother studying, traveling, and crafting potions to heal his father. He traveled from the ridged Ironbound Mountains for Frosted Hypotha’s, to Shurima for Sand Roses, they even ventured to the Plague Jungles to collect any mushrooms near its border. Every time he acquired a new plant, flower, or fungi, Naevor would dash home, using the plant in every way he could think. After a time, Jade gave up trying to heal her husband, but this only fueled Naevor’s desire farther as he sought the ultimate cure. With every step, he healed a bit more of his father, piece by piece until Artemis became a man knit into shape by alchemy and herbal remedies. Jade took up the role of assisting Artemis with his needs as Naevor ventured out for longer and longer periods of time. 

    Naevor eventually travelled to the Shadow Isles, a once beauteous place made desolate by… well Naevor couldn’t remember. However, he was told of a plant that grew deep under the water by the shores of the isle. Naevor was told he was crazy before he jumped into the waters, swimming for hours at a time in search of this rare sea plant. After nearly a month of searching, he discovered a small cave under the waters that led into the largest isle. Diving into the water’s depths, Naevor emerged in the underwater cave. A single plant grew in a patch of soil Naevor knew was put there, but he would take only a few leaves. Maybe even a petal of the closed blossom. Before Naevor did anything else, he had to name the plant. It was a tradition he had to uphold. So he named it:

“Deep Cove Lily” 

   As Naevor plucked a leaf off, he felt a crawling feeling go up his body, nearly causing him to scream. With each additional part he took, the feeling grew and pain took over. Naevor began to yell and cry and bash into the wall as the pain webbed into his body. The pain dimmed for long enough for Naevor to check his body for injuries, finding that nearly every bone in his lower body had been shattered. Naevor nibbled a leaf from the plant, gasping in relief as the pain went away and his body was healed. Naevor went back to the plant, picking off just one more leaf. Just as he placed it in his pouch, the pain crashed back over him. 

   Visions of watching his father wither back into his crippled body burned in Naevor’s eyes. He went mad, cackling crazily for a day as the air grew stale. Time passed, Naevor crawled around in the cave with bumbled words. Hunger clawed at his stomach and by instinct Naevor devoured the plant. When the last bite had been consumed, Naevor was cleansed of his craze. He looked at the spot where the plant had been in horror, realizing that he just selfishly saved himself, but at the cost of his father.

   Returning home saddened, Naevor continued his studies. Barely an hour had passed when he discovered the leaves and petal in the pouch. Naevor shouted with joy, quickly running to his father. Naevor gave him the leaves to eat, watching Artemis expectedly. Nothing happened. They waited days, but Artemis only shriveled into the living corpse he had been before. Naevor cried every day at his father’s bedside as he watched Artemis gasp for something as simple as air.

   Naevor realized that no measure of herbs and poultices could heal his beloved father, only stall his eventual death. With this revelation, Naevor accepted his father’s fate. Naevor sought a way to remove his father’s burden and could only thing of one way. In the dead of night, Naevor snuck into his father’s room and slit his throat. Naevor saw it as an end to his father’s torment, but he couldn’t go back to sleep that night because of the image of his dead father fresh in Naevor’s mind. He went back to his room, looking into his Plant guide and scrawling a new name for the plant that healed him, but not his kin.

“Tormenting Bloodthirster”

   When Jade woke that morning, the street was filled with her screams of terror. Naevor spent that morning explaining why he had killed his father, to the disgust of his mother. Jade forgave her son because of his reason, but could never shake off the fact that her son had killed without a single tear. Jade fell into a depression that no one could shake her out of. She eventually left Naevor to gather some herbs at Mount Targon, but never returned from her trip.

   Naevor took up the role of running the family shop, improving each recipe and improving his craft beyond his mother’s skill. Naevor often supplied the esteemed Crownguard family with herbs, due to their military history. His initial trips filled him with fear, but with each warm welcome, Naevor slowly dropped his act of master alchemist and warmed up to the Crownguards. Most days he visited, Naevor was met by the family’s more famous offspring, Garen and Lux. Naevor soon fell for Lux’s pure hearted nature as he brought supplies over, but stayed wary. Lux was well known for her powers and Naevor was determined to remain focused on acceling at his craft to preserve his mother’s memory. 

However, the Crownguards began to invite Naevor to dine nearly every night. Naevor finally agreed, enjoying the conversation that floated around the table. Naevor felt once more that he had a family. Garen would tell of his pride in his soldiers (shouting Demacia at times) while Lux would laugh at any joke Naevor made, though she often drifted away from the conversation. He began to grow fond of the Crownguards and after a time, began to use their first names instead of calling everyone “Mr.” and “Ms.” Crownguard.

   Naevor’s attraction to Lux grew with every visit. He began closing the shop one a week to watch Garen shout at his troops or Lux practice her magic. He wanted to tell Lux how he felt, but she truly scared him. Soon Naevor found that he clung to her every word like honey dripping from a flower. At dinner time, Naevor found his eyes drifting to Lux. Every time their eyes connected, Naevor would quickly look away, scolding himself for such childish behavior before looking back at her. At one point, Lux was still looking at him with warm eyes.

As time went on, Lux and Garen would come over to visit Naevor in his shop. When they visited, they came together. Lux would ask what every single ingredient was and how it worked. The visits lasted for minutes at most as both had military obligations. Garen would always talk about how proud he was of his troops when he visited while him and Naevor watched Lux attempt potions without success. Garen would laugh and comment:

“I guess you can’t learn alchemy like magic!”

  Every day became an ordeal Naevor had to go through. He drudged through his work without father or mother, burdened by the mistakes he made. Though his fame grew, Naevor only wished for the days when his mother would stir mashed plants and his father would tromp into the house, armor clanking with every step. Naevor grew weary of his job, so he took on assistants to train. None could meet his standards as they struggled to identify even the most common plants. Naevor would often think about how hard Lux had tried to make potions, wishing he had her zeal. His time was spent waiting for each visit from and to the Crownguards and ultimately, Lux. Naevor’s day was always brightened by her smile, her laugh, her charm. On the days Lux wasn’t there, he tried to content himself with Garen’s loud voice or talking with the soldiers.

  One day, he was sent to bring supplies to a group of soldiers Garen had led near the Noxian border. It was here that Naevor finally cracked. The party had been hit by a vastly larger Noxian force. Several dozen of the soldiers had gashes all over their body, bleeding and coughing as they grasped at their lives. Naevor stayed awake for three straight days as he worked to keep each quiet soldier alive, barely eating and never sleping. One soldier had been getting worse through that time and Naevor was at his side when that soldier’s last words where uttered.

“I let my son down…”

  Naevor stood there, staring at the pale, still soldier. He left the camp that day, finding a secluded forest grove, and cried.  He cried for his father, his mother, the soldier, and the soldier’s fatherless son. The sun was hidden by the trees before Naevor could collect himself. He returned to the camp sadden by the day’s events, spending the night in a vacant tent. Naevor sat on the cot, his feet brushed against a hard object on the ground. Naevor bent down and picked up a silver necklace. After a minute, he was able to open the locket and nearly screamed at the contents. Inside was a lifelike drawing of a woman and two children, a boy and a girl. Naevor closed the locket silently in anger, realizing that the tent belonged to the man Naevor saw die. A thought formed in Naevor’s head as his anger grew.

“That man died because he served a leader that wrote his death.”

  Naevor returned to the soldier’s corpse, staring once more at his lifeless body. With a thought of inspiration, Naevor removed a carefully preserved blood red petal from his pouch. He placed the petal on the man’s tongue, watching the breath return to the man. The soldier looked at Naevor with surprise, replaced by sheer joy. Naevor was glad he could save at least one man, but that gladness was short lived. The soldier started choking and convulsing, falling to the ground. Naevor attempted in vain to help the man, but the soldier just flailed. Naevor cried as the life drained slowly from the limp soldier for the second time.

  Naevor pledged that day to avenge the soldier by dragging down the leaders of society. Naevor left that camp during the night. He went back to Demacia, determined to kill every single bureaucrat and military leader, whether they were innocent or not. Naevor decided to begin with killing off the Demacian leaders. He prepared vials of poisons potent enough to boil a dragon in its own blood. Naevor had no idea where to start until it was time to deliver his herbs to the Crownguards. 

   Naevor visited like normal, receiving a warm welcome from Lux.  The Crownguard’s invited him over once they saw him back, grateful that Naevor could help heal the wounded.  They asked if Garen was fine. Naevor said yes. Words floated over the table as he formulated a plan to kill the Crownguards. Naevor excused himself for a brief respite, walking over to one of the balconies. He stared at the view of the city as the sun cast orange shadows over the homes. A hand fell on his shoulder. He turned to see Garen looking straight at him.

“I know that look. You have seen many miseries and have yet to come to terms with them. If you wish, you have a place here to stay. "Think about it.”

   Garen’s words touched Naevor and he handed over a vial to Garen. Naevor looked at Garen straight in the eyes and told him his plans to kill every leader in Runeterra. Naevor also explained how Garen’s words had touched him and that he would be leaving because of his actions. Garen shook his head, telling Naevor again that he had a place here if Naevor wished to stay. The pair went back to the dining room and finished off the evening.

   The next day, Naevor took his last delivery of supplies to the Crownguards and apologized to them for closing his family’s shop. He almost cried when Garen and Lux insisted that he stayed. Naevor shook his head no and left the estate, looking back at the pair in the courtyard. When he arrived at his house, Naevor felt resolved to stop the farther bloodshed of any soldier, Demacian or otherwise. He pledged to kill the enemies of Demacia so that Runeterra could live in peace. 

   Naevor used the money he had saved to buy passage to Bilgewater, the first place on his journey. It was there that Naevor learned how to survive through the pirate’s art. He stole from anyone and everyone. He pillaged only from the rich, never once plundering a poor village or simple merchant ship sailing through the water’s he claimed. Many times Naevor ran into Demacian ships, hailing them with warm welcome that were just as warmly received,

    Eventually Naevor’s competition caught up to him, a pirate known as Gangplank, though Gangplank just saw him as just another thief. Naevor’s ship was pillaged and he was thrown into the ocean, watching his new life burn on top of water. Swimming on some broken planks back in Bilgewater, Naevor began afresh. He took on jobs, only on the land, to regain the wealth he lost. Doing everything from shipment heists to petty theft and eventually, assassinations, Naevor regained his fame as a thief and killer. 

    His power was short lived as Naevor landed himself in another bad situation. He was caught stealing from a rich Noxian family by their guards. Just as the guards went to finish off Naevor, the husband stepped in, seeing Naevor’s potential. He asked Naevor if he wished to leave Bilgewater for greater money and power. Naevor agreed, knowing that they would kill him if he said no. Naevor accompanied the family back to Noxus, working for the family. After a while, Naevor grew bored of the family’s petty wishes, taking a bit of money with him as he left. Naevor decided to stay in the city, seeking to stop the violence from the root of the problem. After all, where better to kill the leaders of war than in their own capital?

    Naevor then started his new life for the third time, stealing from the rich and saving it for himself. As his store of gold and wealth began to grow once more, Naevor started to yearn for the family he had lost. Indulging in his desire for power, Naevor drowned out his sorrows by striving to excel in his new trade, just like when he practiced alchemy. He strove to take as much power as he could, knowing that one day his goal of peace could be achieved.

Quotes:

Champion Selection- “Money is safety. Better get more.”

Leaving Fountain Initially- “Time to get what I came for… More gold!”

Movement- “I don’t need you telling me where to go!” “Time to nab some riches!” “You better know what you’re doing.” “This better not end up like last time.

When running towards Draven “Not Naevor, Naevor.” “I dare you to throw an axe.”

When Ulting Draven “You missed. I didn’t.” “Ha! Taste of your own medicine, executioner!”

Taunt- Naevor points at the nearest champion (ally or enemy) within Naevor’s vision then shakes his finger at them, prioritizing the top-left most champion if multiple champions are at the same distance. He then says either a bolded taunt or normal taunt. If no champion is in range, he sits down and puts a fake shrub on his head. Naevor then says a normal taunt.

+Normal Taunts:

“Good. The competition all ran away.” “Come on! I’m ready for a fight!” “I like flowers. DESERT flowers.” “Shrub noises. Plant noises. Tree noises. Human noises.”

+When in vision of (bolded taunts):

Cassiopeia- “Too bad you’re so pretty.” “I’m the antidote for you.”

Draven- “You should work on you aim.” “Wanna play catch?” “

Fiora- “Too bad you’re Demician.” “I won’t take your righteous gold.”

Garen- “Protect your home well, Garen.” “May we find peace.” “Sorry, no herbs today.” “May peace live in your heart, Hero.”

Jarvan IV- “Hail, Hero.” “Another gold adorned people’s man. Hmph.” “My family served you once, look where it got us.” “Men line up for your death sentence, King.”

Kalista- “Power leads to betrayal.” “I curse your enemies for your betrayal.”

Katarina- “9/10 assassins say that I am your leading cause of death.” “You look better with blood splatters.” “Death would look nice on you.”

Lux- “Hello… ” “I tried the light once…” “Sorry, I don’t have anything today…” “It’s good to see you.”

Quinn- “I will defend the Demacian soldiers…but not you, leader.”

Talon- “Can’t fool the master, now can I?” “Too bad I didn’t kill you the first time. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Vayne- “If you weren’t Demacian, I’d have your gold!” “Vayne? Yeah, I’m vain.”

Zac- “He’s the only one having fun!” “Maybe I should get a snack, too…”

Zyra- “Just as deadly as the last flower.” “Do you like fire, weed?”

Any other Noxian Champion: “Your money, my pocket.” “Your gold? My gold.” “You just think you can win.”

Joke- Naevor tosses his satchel from hand to hand, saying a joke. He accidently drops it on the ground after a few throws. The satchel then breaks, sending gold coins everywhere. He scrambles to pick up each coin before shoving them into a new satchel and sticking it back on his belt. -The satchel clinks with each catch and when it hits the ground.

Jokes: “Silence is golden! Guess I have to silence you.” “Juggling gold is like juggling apples. I have no idea how to do either. “I knew a baker once. He was rolling in dough!” “Plants bring many gifts. Like death.”

Dance- Naevor awkwardly tap dances. After a few seconds, Naevor gives up. Naevor then mutters “Never learned.” Naevor will successfully tap if an ally Lux or Garen is within vision. He says “Only for you” at the end of the dance.

Laugh- Naevor pretends to stab himself with Draven’s axe and groans like he’s dying until he hits the floor. Naevor that bursts out into hysterical laughter for 5 seconds before standing back up and wiping dust off his pants. He then coughs like nothing happened.

+Kills

Jarvan IV: “Oh how the mighty have fallen.”

Garen: “I only desire peace and peace I will have.”

Lux: “My oath has been broken.”

Zyra: “Another weed to pull.”

When Naevor is killed by Zyra: “Not…again…” (Naevor is gasping for air)

When Naevor kills Draven with his ult.: “Oh the irony!” “Fame can’t help you now!” “Executed.”

When Naevor shuts down a specific champion-

Cassiopeia, Katarina, and Talon: “Ha! At least this is one time I get my gold from killing you!” “Finally got what I came for!”

Draven: “Looks like your job just opened up!” “Next time, make sure you can actually kill your target.”

+Buying Items at Shop

Health Potion: “For your health.”

Corrupted Potion: “Must’ve dropped some …”

Any Elixir: “Contains ALL my vitamins, literally.”

Statikk Shiv: “This knife is quite SHOCKING!”

Executioner’s Calling: “Draaaaaven!” (Said in Draven’s voice.)

Dagger: “I could always use another!”

Blade of the Ruined King: “A ruined king? Must be Jarvan’s.”

Bloodthirster: “Just as vile as the flower.”

Rylia’s Crystal Scepter: “Lux uses a staff, too…”

Doran’s Blade, Ring, or Sheild: “For the people, for Demacia.” (Naevor says this with no emotion)

+Champion Abilities

When Naevor sees an allies trap: “Ooooo! Nice spot!” “I was going to put a trap there!” “They’ll never see it coming!”

When Naevor triggers an enemy trap (Caitlyn, Jhin, Nidalee, Teemo): “Huh. I’m trapped.” “I’ve been in worse!” “Well this was unexpected.”

When Naevor triggers an enemy Naevor’s traps: “Ack! When did I put that there?” “AH! Must’ve dropped one!” “I never saw THAT coming!”