[Champion Concept] Kirylis, the Snowborn
#Kirylis ##The Snowborn
Visual Representation
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Summary
Attack ■■■■■■■□□□ - [7] Defense ■■■■■■□□□□ - [6] Ability ■■■■□□□□□□ – [4] Difficulty■■■■■■■□□□ - [7]
#Primary Role Fighter
#Secondary Role N/A
##Gender Female
##Race Human (Former)
##Resource Mana
#Short Lore
A creature long sealed into the depths of legend and all but forgotten, Kirylis and her brethren lay in long slumber in a small temple frozen deep in the farthest, most northern point of the Freljord. Sensing the turmoil amongst the region, Kirylis arises once more to stalk the world of man, seeking to hunt the lands she once knew as her own.
#Ability Overview
##Overview
Kiyrlis is a fighter who specialises in stalking down lone targets through clever use of her Fresh Snow mechanic. Similarly, she is also able to bring vast area control to a teamfight – and bring down lone targets within said teamfight through proper use of her ultimate ability. Striking quickly and from the shadows, only to dash back into the cover of the blinding snow when barely glimpsed, Kirylis is the flicker one sees in the depth of the darkest winter night.
#Base Statistics
Health: 571.2 (+90) HP/5: 8.175 (+0.7) Mana: 338.8 (+45) MP/5: 8.15 (+0.75) AD: 60 (+3.5) AS: 0.649 (+3%) Armor: 26 (+3.5) MR: 32.1 (+1.25) MS: 340 Range:175
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/89/89434-f7afcc60e5f9df8a354c804fba2475e4.jpg #Passive ##Crystalline Touch
Kirylis’s autoattacks deal an additional 8 (+3 per level) magic damage on-hit.
Every 12 seconds, this damage is increased by 50% and causes a flurry of true ice to swirl around the area where the target was struck for 3 seconds, which slowly expands and deals 10 (+3 x level) (+1.5% max health) magic damage and applying a 5% additive slow every 0.5 seconds. Attacks against enemy champions and epic monsters reduce this cooldown by 1 second.
Once the storm has reached full size, it remains on the field for 3 additional seconds.
While enemies are within the storm, the on-hit damage is converted to true damage.
Fresh Snow is created when the storm is first summoned, when the storm has finished expanding, and after the storm dissipates.
Initial Radius: 200 Final Radius: 400
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/84/84644-1d0e639e6814d0d26aca99c3913250ce.jpg #Q ##Bone-chilling Blade
Passive: Collecting Fresh Snow causes Kirylis' next Bone-chilling Blade within 8 seconds to heal for the bonus magic damage (pre-mitigation) . This effect is halved against minions.
Active: Kirylis shrouds her blade in true ice, causing her next attack to deal an additional 40/60/80/100/120 (+0.4 total AD) magic damage, slow the enemy hit by 35% for 1 second and apply Frozen Touch for 6 seconds. Frozen Touch causes further casts of Bone-chilling Blade against the target to have their damage and slow increased by 50% (Max 100% ex. 80/120/160/200/240 (+0.8 total AD) magic damage and 70% slow for 1 second)
Killing an enemy or hitting an enemy champion reduces the cooldown of Bone-chilling Blade by 2 seconds,
Cooldown: 6 Cost: 25 mana
Notes
- This is an autoattack reset.
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/81/81286-77b23fed120a1300273ba9e39d3012fd.jpg #W ##Glacial Waltz
Passive: Enemies that die within 2000 range of Kirylis have a 25% chance of leaving behind a small pile of Fresh Snow after 1 second. Enemies slain by an allied champion always leave behind Fresh Snow. Fresh Snow lasts 20 seconds and enemy champions can stand over them for 0.5 seconds to destroy it.
Collecting Fresh Snow grants 30 movement speed for 3 seconds. This effect can stack up to 5 times, and further snow collected will only refresh the duration.
Active: Kirylis marks a large area which, after 0.5 seconds, turns into a vast field of ice for 8 seconds. While upon the field, Kirylis gains 30/35/40/45/50% attack speed and her attack and movement commands within 500 range will dash her to the location. This can only occur every 1.2/1.1/1/0.9/0.8 seconds. Dashing through enemy champions root them for 0.5 seconds and drop Fresh Snow, which may not occur again for 4 seconds
Radius: 800 Cooldown: 22/21/20/19/18 Mana: 80
Notes
- Selecting a location out of the field will cause Kirylis to dash to the edge of the field, then walk.
- The extent of the dash is indicated by a red ring around her while it is available.
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/97/97250-c50735a2701ba6b02276a847d844984c.jpg #E ##Torrential Rush
Kirylis summons a crashing wave of ice which heads towards the location where from she cast the ability, briefly stunning and carrying all enemies which are hit to the end point. Enemies hit are dealt 50/75/100/125/150 (+0.4 total AD) physical damage, which is increased by 15% for every Fresh Snow it travels through.
Torrential Rush leaves (but cannot benefit from) 3 patches of Fresh Snow. These are placed at the beginning, ending, and mid-point of the travel.
Mana: 50/55/60/65/70 Cooldown: 18/17/16/15/14 Cast Range: 800 Wave Speed: 800 Wave Width: 400
Note
- This ability is vector cast
- This ability has no cast time
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/70/70943-1c3a51e63c64a137e9b8a81f07c21614.jpg #R ##Buffeting Gale
Kirylis summons a freezing current which blows in a target direction for 4/6/8 seconds. Enemies within take 50/65/80 (+0.25 total AD) magic damage per second and are slowed by 20/30/40% while they remain within. The slow is increased by 100% for enemies which are attempting to walk into the storm, while dashes against the current will fail.
While the storm is active, it will perpetually generate Fresh Snow in its area.
Kirylis is stealthed while within Buffeting Gale.
Range: 1000 Width: 1000 Length: 600 Cooldown: 120/105/90 Mana: 100
Notes
- This ability is vector cast
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#Extended Lore
The wind whistled softly through the bare branches of the tall pine trees, their forms casting long shadows in the brilliant light of the moon, hanging lazily overhead. In a small dark formation lay several buildings which formed the tiny village of Atreyu, small, dim lights flickering amongst the dark snows which covered the streets.
It was, all told, fairly light for the last days of a dying Freljordian autumn, soon giving way to the bitter cold of winter, but to the people who dwelled near the northernmost point, where the seas lay half-frozen, it didn’t matter much. Each day brought more of the snows upon the battered buildings. It had brought alarm at first, but now, weeks, or even months in, it had all become routine.
The thought troubled the old man, who stood at one of the windows facing the great dark lake, holding a dim flickering lantern to assist him. Not that it did him much good, seeing as his eyes were failing from what they once were, but still keen enough that he could spot if someone was approaching. He sighed, softly, his breath freezing in the cold, thin air. It had been too long. The last ice-fishers had to be back by now, surely, or they would freeze to death in the cold. Even up here, where his people had learned the ways of making oil-soaked skins which could endure chills even fur could not hold, there were still limits. He turned away, knowing that the younger, more astute village lookouts would shout and signal him if they found something.
“Grandfather?” came a voice piercing the cold, frosty silence which had settled over his small house.
“Coming”, he replied. “Do you want me to tell you a story?”
He opened the rickety wooden door which led to the room where his grandson was tucked into bed, the wolfskin covers up to his neck. The boy was young, too young perhaps, to know where his parents had gone. His mother had died having him, and his father had perished on an ice-fishing expedition three years after. Even among people such as his did accidents occur. It served as a pertinent reminder to everyone that experience didn’t count for everything. Always around them, the snow and ice could seal the fate of even the most prepared ranger.
As he walked in, his grandson perked up, his small eyes wide with joy and expectation. “Yes please. Could you tell me about the watch?”
The watch. It had to be the watch. On a night as dark and cold as this, when even the lights hid from their dance in the skies. A gift he wished he had never received, from a time he would sooner forget.
“But…you’ve heard the story so many times already. Surely you must know it by heart.” Silently, he begged that the boy would not press him.
No such luck. “I…I would like to hear it again. It’s my favourite. I really want to hear about the men and their iron suits!”
The old man sighed softly once more. The men in the iron suits. A cute phrase. An innocent phrase. Above all, a childish phrase, which best reflected his youth. He only wished his grandson would never grow out of this phase, to ask truly why his parents were always away.
“Well…if you insist”, he said, taking a deep breath.
“You see, I was fishing one day, hoping to catch fish from under the lake…”
The fish. He had seen them that day. He saw them now. Few amongst his village remembered how the fish had once been for they had been young then. Too young to realise that the fish had not always been black of skin, thin streaks of the purest white scorched across their pale flesh. It all came back to that day. Damn him. Why had he agreed – why had he even talked to those strangers? They had offered him so much to help them, yes. The lamp was only the first of their gifts, but also portable fires – lighters, they had called them. Wrapped up in their iron suits which breathed fire and exhaled the black smoke which darkened the skies. Damn them. He should have turned them away – turn them to another village. Anything to not know what had passed.
“You see, it was a special day, because I had found quite a bounty of fish that day.”
Lies. Lies they were, for he had found nothing. He had found nothing for the past few days, and he and his daughter were both on the edge of starvation. If not for the men and their food in the iron containers, he would have lay down and let the cold take him. Better a fast death than a slow one, he had always known. But as always it had been his knowledge which had helped him – that and his quick mind. When the men had shown up, they were heaving a sled behind them, pulled by some mechanical creature in the form of a dog. They had offered him some of their goods, asked if they could only stay and set up camp, for they were searching for something. One of them had unfurled a map from within a seal-skin roll, and set it out on top of one of their boxes. Each rattled with the sound of a thousand nails. Inquiring, speaking in complicated tones. Large, unwieldy words. Legacy, history, anthropology were the few he could recall. Some others he understood. He had offered to let them stay – but why. Why, he asked himself. They were the cause of it all – they had to be. What was the reason for anything else – that he had seen it, heard it, felt the icy touch crawl upon him?
“They wanted me to tell them of the legend of the dark temple, you see”
Dark temple. A half-truth, it was. More like a crypt. His family had known it for generations, although what it really was had long since faded from common knowledge. Few understood it, fewer still knowing what it truly was. They had spoken of it all – the darkness which had befallen those within, the frozen coffins, a dozen in number. Transparent – more like a prison than anything, if he were to be truthful. Within each of them, a dark figure, their appearance shrouded in masks, with blades of pure frost. Little had been known of their origin, even less of who they truly were. Some had claimed that they had been conquerors who had permitted their hubris to corrupt them, guiding them to dare to chain the great cryophoenix for their powers – that they believed the hand of men to be able to hold something of such mystical powers. Others had said they were dark sorcerers, frozen deep before they could complete their dark ritual, that their imprisonment was one done to leech away their powers, dissipating them into the ice around them. Perhaps that was why the fish had changed, why veins of darkness now swirled beneath the ice.
The man stuttered. “I…I..I’m sorry. You should sleep now, for I am very tired. I will…finish the tale tomorrow, I promise. And give you another.
The boy look disappointed. “Sure. But you promised!”
Turning away, he pondered the rest of the story to himself. It was not a tale to be told to the child, not on this dark and lonely night. But he wondered what had been done. That dark night, where the stars had been swallowed up by the heavy clouds which covered the sky, he had led them within. The shadows had been upon them, feeling every presence. They had managed to find the crypt, after all, digging through the ice with their mechanical machines, clanking and crashing with every motion. He had seen it happen. The dark runic inscriptions, the pureness of the frost he knew only as true ice – true enough to cut through anything he knew of. They had wandered in, cautiously, the scent of the whale oil lamps mixing heavily with the air. But what had there been?
He wished it had been nothing. But no, the legends were true, for their part. They had been there. Staring, still, their frozen masks lined in a circle, all gazing as if they could see the ones who had wandered into their sacred chamber. Could they though? The man felt a chill run down his spine, although those whom had accompanied him were far more excited, speaking volumes on discovery, glory and exploration. He was a simpler person, needing nothing but to live and survive. He left the chamber, as they had been examining it, with their camera which flashed incessantly and the heat lamps they had brought with them. They, in their excitement, had not realised the trickle as the ice began to defrost, although he had. He had found the charges still up upon the surface, and with his regret he had used them to seal the hole. Bashing through the ice, he could perceive. But it was only that, and it did not last long. He had thought they had given up, but then he heard it.
The scream – howl – that sound which had reverberated through his mind. Piercing. Scorching. Colder than even the snow and ice which now rained down from the skies, almost in response. He looked up, snapping out of his stupor. That scream – the sound. It had not been a spectre of his own mind. The little glass he had still within his windows had broken, small shards raining onto the floor, sparkling almost with clear magnificence. It could not have been. Had it – would it break free? Looking to himself, he prayed that it had not been so. But deepest within him, he knew of it, the absolute truth.
It – whatever they had awoken – had broken free. And now, it was on the hunt.
#Quotes
TBC
#CCOS Bonus
Outreach:Ayogn, the Emissary from another world - was posted prior to Ayohn being entered in the CCOS Review: Genom the Goblin
#Updates
V1.3 - 17/5
Bone-chilling Blade
- Removed all charges
- Cooldown lowered to 6 from 12/11/10/9/8
- Frozen Touch duration extended to 6 from 4
- Hitting an enemy champion or killing an enemy reduces cooldown by 2 seconds.
Thanks to iKraytosKlayton for feedback.
V1.2 - 12/5
Bone-chilling Blade
- Renamed from Hailbringer.
- Reworked
- Stealth functionality removed.
- Heal changed to require collection of Fresh Snow
- Now functions as pure autoattack reset, from dash.
Glacial Waltz
- Fresh Snow passive moved from Bone-chilling Blade
- Renamed from Wraith of the Frostbitten Wind
- Reworked
- Now summons ice field which grants attack speed and permits Kirylis to dash.
Buffeting Gale
- Now grants stealth while within the Gale.
Thanks to Doctor Fail for feedback!
V1.1 - 11/5
Crystalline Touch
- Clarified radii
Hailbringer
- Now only stealths while under Fresh Snow generated by Buffeting Gale
- Heal reduced to 3% missing health from 5%
- Heal from champion/epic monster generated Fresh Snow increased to 10%
Thanks to Raizya, Raxistaicho and XC4evr for feedback.
V1.0 - 10/5
Posted
#Closing Thoughts
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