Champion Idea: Irving the Harvester (Re-launched Idea)

Umm, so I'm not dead.

For those of you who are actually familiar with my ideas on this site, I am Billcurme, an amateur champion idea designer. It has been quite some time since my last post. I thought I'd dip my toe back in cautiously by presenting a redesign of a previous idea of mine: Irving, the Harvester. I think I've come up with some neat ideas for this guy, so please feel free to let me know what you think!

Irving the Harvester A Billcurme Champion idea

Appearance: Long cloak, soft felt boots, light clothes. Mottled greys and blacks, nothing loose. Cold, stern expression. Purple eyes. Messy red hair, stubble. Large scythe.

Statistics: Health: 512 (+80/level) Hp Regen: 4.5 (+0.4/level) Ad: 55 (+3/level) As: 0.65 (+3.6%/level) Armor: 23 (+3/level) Mr: 30 Ms: 335 Range: 150

Abilities: Roof Runner (innate): Irving has trained himself to use roofs and treetops as a pathway throughout the battlefield. After being out of combat for 7 seconds, Irving may click on any nearby terrain, leaping atop it and becoming camouflaged. Irving must stay on the edge of the terrain, but may otherwise pass around freely. Any damage will knock Irving from his perch, and he will be unable to climb back up for 12 seconds. If Irving enters combat, he will lose his camouflage until he leaves combat.

While perched upon the terrain, Irving may click on any enemy within 500 units, leaping towards them, dealing damage equal to his auto-attack to the first enemy hit. This counts as a targeted skill-shot. This range is increased to 700 while perched on ally turrets.

Alternatively, Irving may click on any terrain within 500 units to leap to it. While in mid air, Irving loses his camouflage until he lands again.

Twin Strike (q): Cooldown: 12s Range: 350-200 (90 degree cone)/200-0 (180 degree cone) Irving slashes twice with his scythe, each strike dealing 70/100/130/160/190 (+70% total ad) physical damage to all enemies in an arc in front of him. The first slash is narrower but farther away, while the second slash is closer but wider. The second slash is launched 0.25 seconds after the first. (0.75 second total cast time)

This ability may be used while Irving is dashing with Roof Runner.

Harvest Hands (w): Cooldowm: 16s Range: 750, 180 degree arc Irving uses his hand sickles to surprise his opponents, tossing the sharpened blade in an arc, dealing 60/80/100/120/140 (+50% total ad) physical damage to the first enemy hit. If Irving strikes an enemy with this ability, he will dash towards the target, dealing (80% ad) physical damage to all enemies in his path, and appearing in front of the target

Through the Mud (e): Cooldown: 30/27/24/21/18s Range: 300 (Width 150 to Irving's right) Irving crouches in preparation before launching himself forwards a short distance, trailing his scythe behind him. Enemies that Irving passes by that are hit by the blade of his scythe are dragged along behind him to the end of his dash, before being flung forward a short distance.

Reap what is Sown (r): Cooldown: 90s Range: 1000 (160 degree cone) After a brief delay, Irving unleashes a colossal slash in front of him, dealing 100/150/200 physical damage, plus an additional 12/18/24% of the targets missing health.

Lore: “The blood on his scythe was still fresh. A nearby dog howled at the smell as he trudged through the cold alleyways of Noxus, the scent of the scum of the city doing nothing to disguise the putrid stench.

The low moon shone a harvest orange upon the narrow passages that wound their way towards his next target. It was almost time for the kill.

The man was smiling, counting coin into his purse, smelling so strongly of ale and tobacco that it wafted its way into the nearby shadows. Obviously coming home from one of the many taverns. He watched his target making his way down the street, enjoying the crisp night air and humming a nameless tune. The man had no idea that this was his last night. They never did.

The stone walls served as a fine ladder to propel him upwards, his feet resting silently upon the roof-tops. A few quick bounds and the man was once more in sight, turning down a side alley. A short-cut home, obviously. A single, graceful leap and he was behind the man, rising from a crouch without a sound. Grasping his scythe tightly with both hands, he moved in.

The light must have hit the blade, because the man dodged the first strike with a cry of surprise. Stumbling backwards, the man quickly raised his hands, calling out to him. “Mercy! Mercy! You can have my coin, just stop!” He ignored him, pressing forwards. The man ran, calling out for help, begging to be saved. Reaching into his cloak, he tossed out a small sickle, causing the man to cry out in pain as the blade found its mark. As he swooped in, he found the man weeping. “Please. I have a wife. I have a son. I’ve done nothing wrong!” Grimacing at the mans words, he steeled his soul and struck, piercing the mans heart.

After the Harvest, he observed his prize. The small void worm crawled around in its jar, desperately seeking the warmth of human flesh once again. The man had no idea that this thing had been inside, waiting to take control. None of them ever knew, would never have guessed. History would despise him as a monster, but that was okay. It took a monster to stop the void. He would be that monster.”

The Vayne Chronicles "Another victim with their heart missing. That makes four in the past week alone. No one knows what this monster's goal is, and truth be told I find I don't care. This last kill was rushed, sloppy. He left a trail.

For it is a 'he'. As in-human as these atrocities seem to be, the murder is in fact one of our own. And he's nearby.

I find myself stalking the roofs of Demacia, seeking even the faintest hint of my quarry. He's nearby.

Suddenly, I see a figure moving through the shadows as if they are one with them. Dressed in mottled greys and blacks to help blend into the stone buildings of the cities. He's tall, and lean, and on his back is a gigantic scythe. And its fresh with blood.

I chase him down as fast as I'm able, my crossbow at-the-ready. He's seen me by now, and is attempting to escape. But not tonight.

A bolt from my crossbow strikes him mid-jump and causes him to fall to the ground below. I tumble after him, expecting to find a man on the verge of death. However, I'm instead greeted by the deadly arc of his blade. I had misjudged his location beneath that massive cloak and missed my shot!

"This is the end of the line for you!" I taunt him, rolling past his strike and firing one of my silvered bolts into his shoulder. A hit this time, for I see him wince in pain.

If he had a retort, he chose to keep it to himself. Instead, I find myself scrambling away as a small sickle tickles the underside of my chin, leaving the barest hint of a cut. I roll out of the way again as two strikes of his blade cut the air where I was with lightning speed. I raise my arm to aim at him again, but he's suddenly lunging at me, his scythe screaming death through the air.

With desperation, I reach the cross bow on my back and fire a bolt directly at him. It strikes his shoulder but refuses to pierce him. However, the force is enough to send him back, giving me some breathing room. I climb to my feet again to resume the fight, but when I look to the wall where I had shot him towards, I find no sign of him.

Cursing my own carelessness, I make to leave the alleyway that had been our war zone, when the sight of something gleaming against the moonlight catches my eye.

The sickle the man had thrown at me. I retrieved it from the ground and examined it. A simple, well made sickle, not unlike something you'd find in the farm lands. Just who was this man, that he would use such tools for murder?"

-An auto-biographical account of Vayne's first meeting with The Harvester

As you can see, he still needs work. This is just my attempt to dive back into the game. Please, tell me what you think!