[Champion Concept] Dakosera, the Artist's Corruption

All parts of this champion are open to suggestions. Constructive criticism is welcome; destructive criticism (being an unhelpful jerk) is not. Please tell me if it is too OP so I can adjust the abilities/skills.

This was created in response to a contest that requested a painting-themed tank champion. Know that I am not good with putting numbers to champions for stats or abilities, so if any of the numbers make your eyes bleed, I apologize, please tell me in the comments if you aren't too blind afterwards to see what you're typing.

Dakosera, the Artist's Corruption Role: Tank

Stats Health: 563(+89.5 per level) Health regen: 9.0(+.89 per level) Mana: 276.5 (+45 per level) Mana regen: 7.45 (+.6 per level) Attack Damage: 59.12 (+3.9 per level) Armor: 25.22 (+3.6 per level) Attack speed: 0.614 (+3.64% per level) Magic resist: 33.0 (+1.24 per level) Movement speed: 345

Passive/Innate:

Innate: Paint Body Dakosera's body is made out of enchanted paint, and so it is not as easily hurt by physical attacks. This causes him to take 10% reduced physical damage. He also ignores unit collision. As he walks, he leaves a paint path that lasts for 3 seconds. If he walks along a path he has just laid, he moves 5% faster, while enemies walking along this path move 5% slower.

Q:

Q: Corrupted Visions CD: 10/9/8/7/6 seconds Cost: 50 Mana Range: 500 units Dakosera throws a ball of enchanted paint at a target location. Upon landing, it creates an area of inverted color 100 units in diameter and deals 10/20/35/55/80(+20% AP) magic damage to enemies in the area at the time of impact. Afterwards, for 5/5.25/5.5/5.75/6 seconds, enemies that pass through the area are slowed 4% and gain a Corruption stack (max. 7 stacks) that lasts 8 seconds (stack timer resets if another stack is placed). Enemies with corruption stacks deal 4% reduced physical and magic damage per stack to Dakosera and have their attack speed slowed 5% per stack against him. (Both reductions are multiplicitive, aka 3 stacks at lv. 5 = (((AP/AD x 0.96) x 0.96) x 0.96) and (((AS x 0.95) x 0.95) x 0.95))

W:

W: Corrupted Desires CD: 15/14/13/12/11 seconds Cost: 70 mana Enemies within 1000 units of Dakosera that have Corruption stacks are drawn towards him for 1/1.5/2/2.5/3 seconds, are unable to attack or cast spells during this time, and are slowed by 5/6/7/8/9% per stack. The timer on their Corruption stacks is stopped until the end of this spell.

E:

E: Corrupted Resolve CD: 18/17/16/15/14 seconds Cost: 80 mana For 3/3.25/3.5/3.75/4 seconds, enemies with Corruption stacks within 500 units of Dakosera can only attack/cast spells on Dakosera, and have their attack damage and ability power reduced by 2/3/4/5/6% per stack (multiplicatively, aka 3 stacks @ lv 5 = (((AP/AD x 0.94) x 0.94) x 0.94)) and their attack speed reduced by 5% per stack. The timer on their Corruption stacks is stopped until the end of this spell.

R:

R: Ultimate Corruption CD: 180/170/160 seconds Cost: 250 mana For 6/6.25/6.5/6.75/7 seconds, a circular area (minus minions, monsters, and champions) 4000 units around Dakosera has its colors faded to inverted black and white (objects that would be black in a black-and-white picture become white, objects that would be white in a black-and-white picture become black). This area follows him as he moves. Enemies within this area have their movement speed reduced by 5/10/15%, plus another 5% if they are moving away from Dakosera, and gain a Corruption stack every second that they stand in the area. Enemies with Corruption stacks standing in the area have all of their stats reduced by 8/12/16% and -2% per stack after 1 Corruption stack(multiplicitively, aka 3 stacks at lv. 3 = (((stat x 0.84) x 0.98) x 0.98). Dakosera gains 5% movement speed and attack speed while running towards enemies with Corruption stacks standing within the area.

Intended Purpose/Playstyle Dakosera's abilities revolve around placing Corruption stacks on enemies and then manipulating enemies that do have corruption stacks. This gives him a "Pied-Piper"-ish role, luring enemies away from his teammates and then making sure that they can't turn around and attack his teammates again. That said, he must build up his health, armor, and magic resist fairly quickly in order to ensure that a large group attacking him doesn't kill him automatically. His passive, which decreases the speed of enemies walking along his path, also allows him to assist his team in get-aways by making it more difficult for enemies to follow him while allowing him to dash back and forth to deal damage to and discourage followers. Having only one weak damaging ability and lots of abilities meant to force enemies to fight him emphasizes the fact that he is merely meant to lure trouble away from his team, not try to get/steal kills. His R further emphasizes the "Pied-Piper" role by making it very difficult for enemies to move away from Dakosera and making it easy for him to go to them, making him their top priority rather than any of his possibly weaker allies.

Lore: Dear diary, Last night I had a dream. It was strange. I was standing in a beautiful field, like I usually do in my dreams, when all of a sudden, the colors began to fade from the world. The sky became light grey, as did the grass and the leaves on the few trees standing in the field, and the trees' trunks began growing black. I looked at my own hands, and my skin had gone grey as well. I had heard rumors about these events happening when an artist loses his inspiration, but this seemed... different. This world seemed too real. In my other dreams I could almost tell that they were dreams; the grass seemed fake, the trees seemed fake, the sky seemed fake, everything just seemed like a dream. This time I felt like I was in a real world, with real grass and real trees and a real sky, and all of the color had suddenly just been drained out of it. Just before the dream ended, I heard a faint voice that I couldn't recognize. "Get up. You have work to do." When I woke up it was even stranger; that dream couldn't have been an inspiration-loss dream, because rather than lose my inspiration, I had a strange urge to create, like I already had something in mind. For some reason I felt like I was going to make a large painting, and so I grabbed the largest canvas that I had, one that was far larger than my own body. When I set to work on my painting, I felt as though my hand were drawn to the paintbrush and to the paint that I wanted to use. The strangest thing was my choice of color: usually I start with a bright color to set the tone for my typical happy, calm paintings, but today my hand seemed drawn towards black. I figured that whatever I had worked out in the back of my mind must need a darker tone. Something felt very strange after a while, though. I was compelled for some reason to make very large portions of the painting black, with very little internal detail. Even I could tell that this was very unlike me. What was I trying to create? Something in the back of my head was compelling me to make a large, mostly black image. Before I could figure out what was going on, my alarm had gone off, as it does every day in the evening when I stop for the day. Strange, it felt like it had only been a few minutes ago that I had gotten up and yet it was already lunch time. What was I doing? The canvas looked like a mess. I felt like I had been in some sort of trance. Oh well, no matter, I will simply have to figure out what to do with this mess tomorrow. There was one other odd thing that I noticed: a large "D" was painted on my wall behind my canvas, but I'm pretty sure I hadn't moved from my spot all day.

Dear diary, My dream last night was even stranger than the one I had yesterday. I entered into the same field that I had the night before, and its color was still drained. Yet, even still, the color seemed to be draining even more; the greys became darker and darker, and the whites slowly turned grey themselves. The trees had turned completely black, and the sky had faded and become dim. I awoke shortly after hearing the same voice from before say "Wake up. You still have work to do." When I woke up I could tell that I had been shaking violently all night; my bedsheets were very out-of-place, and no amount of tossing and turning could account for it unless I had been shaking all night. I got to work again. Once again I was drawn towards my large canvas, which I had planned to throw out. I reached for my paintbrush and dipped it once again into the black paint. What was I doing? There seemed to be too much black on this canvas already. As I painted, I could see what looked like a crude arm beginning to form. The muscles were larger than my head. Was I making a large person? I couldn't control myself; I kept painting, and three large, black claws started to form on the arm, two fingers and a thumb. The alarm rang again. Once again, it only felt like it had been a couple minutes, and yet hours had gone by. What was happening? Now, painted on the wall behind the canvas was "D-A". Where was that coming from? I certainly wasn't painting that. I'll probably clean that up later.

Dear diary, It's been days since I've written here. I don't know what's happening to me. I feel like I'm beginning to lose my mind. Every night the field in my dreams gets steadily darker and darker, and the same voice keeps saying louder and louder "Wake up. You still have work to do." It is deep and forceful. It frightens me. As for the painting, three arms have been painted; two on the left and one on the right. All of them have muscles larger than my body and three large claws. Meanwhile dark paint marks are all over the room that I'm sure I never put there, and my house is looking like more and more of a mess. Among the dark paint marks and splatters appear the words "He's coming". What does it mean? Who's coming? What's coming? What's happening to me? The wall behind the canvas now has the letters "D-A-K-O-S". What is this?

Dear diary, The dreams have been getting worse. Now in between the darkening field dreams I am having horrible nightmares of dark beasts tearing apart cities. I witness people being torn in half, or having their internal organs ripped out of them and shown to them while they scream in pain. Men, women, and children alike, all suffering the same horrible fates. Meanwhile, in the field dream, the field and sky have turned completely black, and slowly something new is forming in the distance. It now moves with the voice as it says "Wake up. You are almost done." When I wake up I am compelled to continue working on the painting against my will. Time goes by faster and faster each day, and it has gotten to the point where almost no time passes between me starting to work and me finishing for the day. I have stopped asking what I was creating, because obviously it's whatever the walls are saying is "coming". Instead I wonder what I am doing with the extra time. I say this because the painting is progressing relatively slowly compared to my usual works. Only small portions of the creature are being created at a time, when I could probably have completed this creature by now. What was I doing with the extra time? The wall now reads: "D-A-K-O-S-E". Has the writing slowed? I am sure that several days have gone by, and yet only one extra letter has been added. Maybe the force compelling me miscalculated how long I would take. And yet, it feels appropriate, as it only feels like one day has gone by, no matter how many times I tell myself it has been longer.

Dear diary, My dreams now alternate between those of the ruin of this world and those of the dark world that had once been a beautiful green field. I am beginning to witness the deaths of people I know. Friends, loved ones, all of my most casual acquaintances, all being torn apart before my very eyes, screaming in pure agony. Yet, I feel as though I have become desensitized. It almost doesn't hurt anymore. Is this what it's like to descend into madness? Meanwhile the object materializing in the dark world has become brighter. It appears to be a large face. There are four white eyes and a white, jagged mouth, kind of like a four-eyed jack-o-lantern. It tells me "Wake up. You are almost done." My house is an absolute mess, and despite sleeping on a regular basis I seem as though I haven't slept in days. I have almost completed the creature. I have painted in its four large limbs, the forearms themselves being thicker and longer than my body, the legs which are just barely any shorter but slightly thicker, and the torso, which is large and bulky. All that's left is the head, which I know I will finish tomorrow. I even know how it will be finished. I have already seen the face, after all...

Dear diary, The dreams are going to stop now. The nightmares are going to stop now. All of this torture is finally going to stop now. It has all been explained to me. The dreams were of what is to come. One day this world will all fade away. All of the colors will fade to black. All of the lights will fade to darkness. All of the cities will be left in ruin. Everyone will be at peace, one with the darkness of this corruption of the arts. Everyone will die; men, women, and children alike, will all face a horrible demise. It is the dawn of a new era, a greater era, a darker era, and I was able to be a part of starting it. He selected me because of my artistic abilities. He is only able to manifest in the dreams of someone truly skilled in the art of painting. He feeds on our creativity until one day he is able to show himself to us. He compels us to use our abilities to create a vessel for him that he can use to travel in our world, and eventually conquer and consume it. He has done this many times before, and he will do it many times more after he is done with ours. Once he entered my mind through my dreams, he began manipulating me, forcing my body to paint his new vessel in the form that he desired. He placed my mind in a bubble separated from the timeline of this world, so that my mind would only advance through time a few minutes even though in this world my body would work for hours. As for why the painting was progressing so slowly, he was channeling my excess skill, turning it into energy which would then be imbued in the paint, giving it magical properties that would allow him to take it over and make the form manifest into a three-dimensional entity. The process took a long time and a lot of concentration, taking away from the time that was spent painting the actual figure. But the body was finished regardless of time. He has taken control of his new body, and has manifested himself in our world. He says that he is not the first to arrive here; another dream corruptor, who goes by the name of Nocturne, arrived long before him. However, he will be the one to rule over this world. All will bow to and eventually become one with him. Unfortunately, there is one last thing that he needs. My job is nearly complete; he just requires one more thing. In order to maintain his existence in this world, he must obtain the life force of an inhabitant of this world. He requires a sacrifice. And that sacrifice will be me. This will be my last entry, so I would like to say the following: Rejoice! This world will finally know peace! There will be no more wars, no more battles, no more conflict, no more movement, no more sound, no more light; only silence, only darkness. He shall consume this world and all that inhabit it! All heil the overlord of darkness! All heil the corruption of the arts! All heil DAKOSERA!