Nero, The fated ruin (champion concept) and Item Nero's Armor

(This is a work is progress, i will keep updating it, but i don't have time between my job and chores to finish at once, please bare with me.)

This is a flying champion who is Ad.

Lore(working on it)

The air tasted bitter as ash trickled from the sky. The smell of blood and cinder filled the air, carried by a gust of wind. Ruins of the former kingdom were still caught in flame and a sea of bodies laid bare before me. The sight sent my every nerve on end and I couldn't hold back. My stomach turned inside out as I clutched to the ground. No matter how many times I see it, it never becomes easier to witness. I had begged them to run, to leave. To escape from me as I couldn't hold myself back.

I was never really human to start. But my ideals, hopes, and understanding made me feel human. I couldn't tell you much about myself. I don't know who I am really. Nor do I recall where I am from. The first thing I could recount was awakening, from what felt like an endless slumber, to the sight of the sky. Unaware of myself or the world around me. I looked about and quickly grasped the intensity of the situation. I found myself hundreds of feet above the ground. My heart sank. My mind sent into a desperate panic. I was floating with no means to reach the ground. Then, without warning, I fell. All I heard was the wind as my every instinct told me this was it. Once I hit the ground, it would be over. I wasn't ready to die, but I had no way of stopping the drop. I accepted it.

My body hit the ground with a clap louder than thunder. The earth shook under me. I felt nothing. I was sure I had been killed, or left incapable of movement and sensation. I opened my eyes, the taste of grass and earth in my mouth confirmed I was still alive. I rose to my feet. I was unharmed. Bewildered, I cleaned myself off. Before I could do anything a shadow descended upon me from the sky. I had fallen into a battle ground. The outline of the mutilated victims still haunt me. I was struck from behind by a battle crazed warrior wielding a giant hammer. The man looked on as his barrage of attacks had not phased me. The battle was, what seemed, at an end. The victorious side had surrounded me without me having been aware. Before I could decide to do anything, my body acted. It wasn't of my will. I couldn't control my actions. I witnessed as I slew every fighter among them. I yelled out! screamed! cried! But nothing. My mouth was motionless.

After every last warrior was dead, my body stopped. I regained control. I fell to my knees, covered in blood and filled with an endless guilt. I've never forgiven myself for that day or any since. I have tried to take my own life, but to no avail. I have, since than, been roaming. I have stumbled upon many battles, as though I am drawn to them. Each ending in the same manner. The people have given me a name. They call me Nero. In ancient myth he was a mighty being who brought chaos to all and indulged in battle. A blood thirty killer who would bring destruction and ruin on any warring nation. His lust for blood and battle unmatched. No one knows what became of him.

I have slowly been trying to control the power I hold in hopes of stopping myself. I have bore no success. Today I found myself on the battlefield of a kingdom unknown to myself. The air was bitter. The people looked on at me. They watched me slaughter both sides. Their fathers, brothers, mothers. All who picked up the mantle of war. I quickly flew off. I have been given word from a far off league that they can help me. They have told me that they have in possession the armor of Nero, with which he was able to control his blood lust with. They have promised to help me learn and control myself. What choice do i have?

"I must make amends with the world" -Nero

Item: Nero's armor, reduces the healing ability of champions, gives tenacity, gives armor and magic resist.

Fighter/tank

Passive: I pictured the champion starting off without any armor, sort of in the classic hero costume nothing special, then with every level, or something as such, he acquires a piece of armor, meaning his physical appearance would change. Like a transformation, so buy level 18 his armor would be complete. Each level adding a tiny bit of armor/mr to the champion and a little bit of tenacity. Not much, it will be appropriate for the game, were it isn't over powered. So by level 18 you have a good amount of armor/mr and tenacity so stuns will effect you less, and you take less damage.

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