Sani, The Wendigo Chief((Champion Concept))
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Sani, The Wendigo Chief “Humans hold so many emotions inside. I’ve tasted them all.”
Region: Runeterra/Unspecified Resource: Mana Role: ???? Position: Top/Jungle Attack Style: Melee Attack Type: Attack Damage Base Health: 750 Health Gained Per Level: 25 Base Mana: 500 Mana Gained Per Level: 25
WARNING: Sani's lore is a bit long, and a bit graphic. If it is a problem/I get complaints, I will link to it instead.
Bio: The leader of a cannibalistic tribe, Sani is a vicious hunter that frequents the vast stretches of land between the Freljord, Noxus, and Demacia. Said to have once been humans, now consumed by their primal nature, he and his tribe stalk the forests, plains, and mountains looking for easy prey. Even more so, though, they look for the starving and desperate, the ones that would eat anything to survive… Even if it means changing forever.
The creature known as the Wendigo spans many cultures across Runeterra, sometimes differing in name and appearance. Though, what most tend to agree on is that the Wendigo is not so much a physical being, rather a spirit the drifts until it finds a suitable host. The Wendigo possess the body of a human who has consumed the flesh of their fellow man, be it for survival or simply personal choice. Over time, a physical transformation occurs, and the host becomes a twisted shell of their former self. While most forget their humanity and become savages, some retain their memories and intelligence from their human life. One such Wendigo is Sani.
Sani was once a Demacian soldier named Hugo Farroth. While a scrawny man, he proved himself to be quite skilled in the art of using a lightweight spear rather than a sword. His lighter frame also made him skilled at weaving through trees, and more importantly, other soldiers on the battlefield. He quickly rose through the ranks as a scout and specialized tactician, swiftly moving through the heat of battle to land precise and often deadly blows on otherwise unreachable targets, such as archers. However, one winter, everything changed.
Hugo went with his squadron of around 200 soldiers on a training mission in the mountains to hone their skills in cold, snowy conditions. The first few days, all was well, and Hugo quickly showed his superiors his exceptional ability to adapt to even the worst conditions. They were impressed by his abilities, though they sought to challenge him. Their camp was located at the base of a receding glacier, and Hugo’s superiors, as well as his fellow soldiers, challenged him to scale it. Looking up, all he could see was a wall of white, hundreds of feet tall, but he accepted the challenge. Digging his spear and toes deep into the ice, he began to climb, refusing to look down until he reached the top. He could hear the excited cheers of his fellow soldiers encouraging him forward. However, he also heard his superiors attempting to silence them, for their shouts could easily trigger an avalanche. However, one soldier, a good friend of Hugo’s named Claire, refused to stop her cheers despite being threatened with demotion. Hugo was nearly at the top when it began.
It started as a low rumble, though it quickly turned into a deafening roar. Snow and ice surged down the slope for the camp. Hugo, alarmed by the panicked screams of his squadron, finally looked over his shoulder, down to the camp below. He watched in horror and shock as the wave of white quickly consumed them one by one. He then noticed the shaking was causing the ice of the glacier to fracture where his spear had pierced it, causing it to slip from its grip. Hugo found himself falling a few hundred feet down, eventually being enveloped by the crushing torrent of cold.
Hugo landed hard, but the somewhat soft snow beneath him as well as his lighter weight armor had kept him from being too seriously injured. He had a concussion and possibly broken ribs, but that didn’t stop him from initiating a rescue. Fueled by adrenaline, he began to dig into the snow and ice trying to find someone, anyone, that had survived. He eventually found a spear sticking through the snow about a foot down and immediately recognized it as Claire’s. He continued digging, fearing for the worst. Though, he eventually found her, face up and alive. She, unlike most of the other soldiers, had a history of hunting and fishing, so survival skills were one of her specialties. Hugo quickly dug her out, removing the warmer parts of his armor and laying her down on them in an attempt to keep her warm. He then began the search for other survivors, but most were buried too far down for him to get to, and those he found close to the surface had already succumb to cold or had suffocated. He and Claire were the only ones left.
With the daylight quickly fading, Hugo returned to Claire, who was now awake. It was clear that she was also injured, though far more seriously than Hugo was. She complained of pain in her legs and abdomen, though it wasn’t clear by just looking at her what was wrong. Still, Hugo tried his best to make his friend comfortable. As the sun set and the harsh winter night came, though, that would prove a challenge. For several days, the two huddled together, Hugo sometimes fighting the pain in his chest to run back and forth in a desperate attempt to keep himself warm enough to keep them both alive. Though, after 3 days, his concerns quickly shifted. It had become apparent that Claire’s pelvis had been shattered by the force of the snow’s impact with her body, and she was slowly bleeding to death internally. Worse yet, it rendered her unable to walk, or even move without putting herself in extreme agony. On the third night, Claire began asking questions. It was all her fault, wasn’t it? They were going to die, weren’t they? Hugo comforted her, admitting that accepting the challenge was a stupid mistake. Though, he also admitted that they likely would never see the bright white walls of Demacia again. Claire simply chuckled, stating that she’d never think of Demacia’s white walls the same way again. After that, all was silent, and it became apparent to Hugo that Claire had died shortly after their conversation. He buried her in the snow the next morning, her spear marking her grave.
After 7 days, hunger began to set in, and Hugo found himself searching for food in the valley. He found some hardy berries, though they were poisonous to humans unless cooked. The leaves, however, were used in tea, and he often found himself chewing on them. While they lacked any real nutritional value, having something sweet to chew on was a mild comfort. Though, after 14 days, the leaves simply weren’t enough. He eventually resorted to stripping the leather from his armor, eating it like jerky. It was hard, dry, and tasteless, but it was better than nothing. After 21 days, starvation began to set in, and Hugo had all but given up hope of rescue. If they were coming, they would have been here by now. But the winter brought challenges, and he simply assumed that storms had prevented them from reaching his location. If he could only last a few more months, maybe he would make it back to the city. He wanted to see his family again, and he wanted the families of his fellow soldiers to be able to know what happened to them, and perhaps even bury them.
Over the next few days, Hugo found himself staring at Claire’s grave, drooling. He licked his lips, thinking of the taste of meat. At first, he fought it, refusing to resort to such things. Though, one night, his starvation took over, and the wild-eyed Hugo began ripping the snow away from his friend’s body. At first, it was only a taste, just enough to keep him from death’s door. Though, as it grew on him, he began to lick the blood from his lips, savoring its flavor. He cracked the bones open, sucking the marrow from their cores. Claire lasted about a month. Over that time, Hugo noted a change in himself. His taste for flesh led him away from the squadron’s mass grave and down the mountain into the forest. There, weeks passed in seconds. He would wake up full to the point of his stomach nearly bursting, drenched in blood. His body began to change as well, his teeth and nails growing longer and sharper. His ears and eyes became more fine-tuned. His skin turned dark. When he found himself drinking from a stream, he saw what he had become. It nearly drove him mad, and he was almost completely gone by the time they found him.
One night, the savage Hugo found himself caught in a hunter’s snare. He howled and thrashed like any animal would at first, attracting the attention of the hunters who had set the trap. The hunters were terrified by the creature, shouting the word “Wendigo” and turning to run. Though, their screams soon replaced Hugo’s, as he watched creatures much like himself tear into the pair of hunters as they ran. Hugo turned defensive as they approached him, their twisted heads tilted in curiosity. They all wore no mask save for one, who approached the trapped man and freed him from the snare. He spoke a language Hugo had never heard before, yet he understood it. The creature introduces himself as Kogo, and introduced himself and his kin as creatures known as Wendigo. Hugo had heard of the legends, but he never thought they were true until now. He was one of them now. Kogo asked for the man’s name, and Hugo responded with the name he had always known. Kogo shook his head. Human names had little meaning to them. He renamed the man “Sani”, which he said meant “new skin”. Hugo took the new name, for he was man no longer.
Over time, the Wendigo now known as Sani learned the ways of Kogo’s tribe. They were humans once long ago, humans who worshiped spirits of nature and respected the land greatly. Though, their people held dark practices, such as human sacrifice and cannibalism, meant to show their respect to the spirits in times of strife. Over time, these practices overwhelmed them, and they were consumed by the dark spirits known as Wendigo. Their bodies and minds changed, though by holding onto their humanity, they managed to keep from going savage. Others weren’t so lucky though, and they were later killed by humans when they overstepped their boundaries. He also explained how, sometimes, they would feed human meat to starving individuals they found in an effort to give them a second chance at life. Kogo admired Sani’s ability to come back from the brink of savagery, and quickly made him his second in command.
Many years passed, and Sani began to question his ranking. He was one of the best hunters in the tribe, and one of the most hardy. He began to believe he was better suited for the role of chief than Kogo, and some of the other Wendigo agreed. They began to plan a revolt in secret, and one night during a hunt, they executed their plan.
They were tracking humans through the forest. A caravan of at least 10, they suspected. It would keep them stocked for months, allowing them to focus on other things. As Kogo lead them through the trees, he didn’t notice that Sani had slipped away, the thought of a good meal clouding his mind. Eventually, Kogo found himself alone in the forest. Confused, he called out to his tribe, who didn’t respond. Then, it began. It started with just a few dropping from the trees, clawing and biting at Kogo. He asked what they were doing, hitting a few with his spear in an attempt to make them stop. Though, the smell of his blood initiated an even more vicious attack. Dozens of Wendigos pounced on him, clawing and biting, his screams and theirs’ filling the cool night air. As they backed away, Sani approached, a cold look in his eyes illuminated by a torch in his hand. Kogo could only ask why as Sani ripped the headdress and mask from Kogo’s head and placed it on his own. The other Wendigos chanted, giving their leader a warm welcome, though it was not over yet. Sani dug his claw’s into Kogo’s chest, removing his heart and eating it in one bite. Kogo screamed, and the only things that silenced them were the flames that consumed his body, turning him to dust. This caused the Wendigos to cheer even louder, eventually turning into rallying cries as they continued the hunt. That night, they had a grand feast celebrating their new chief.
Now, many tell stories of man-eating monsters stalking the night, and most now believe them. They keep their plates human-free and their expeditions short, carefully planned, and well stocked for fear of becoming the dreaded Wendigo. Some even say that, on cold winter nights, you can hear a man named Hugo and a woman named Claire talking back and forth. Though, if you follow the voices, you may return changed, or not at all.
Passive: The Wendigo Curse: None Enemy champions affected by Sani’s W: Starvation gain Cannibalism stacks, maxing out at 10. If Sani kills or assists in killing an enemy with 10 Cannibalism stacks, that enemy becomes a Wendigo that assists Sani.
Wendigos enhance Sani’s abilities, and last for 2 minutes. He can have a maximum of 3 active at any time.
Q: The Hunt: (13/12/11/10/9) | (140/130/120/110/100) | 500 Sani thrusts his spear forward, piercing through minions and stopping on the first enemy champion hit, impaling them and causing them to bleed for (2/2.5/3/3.5/4) seconds. The initial strike deals (75/100/125/150/175), while the bleed does (5/10/15/20/25) damage per second.
Passive: Primal Savagery: Invigorated by the scent of blood, any active Wendigos will strike the enemy champion hit, dealing (25/50/75) damage.
W: Starvation: (25/24/23/22/21) | (200/180/160/140/120) | 450 Sani confuses a selected enemy champion, causing them to attack their own allies. The confused enemy will bite any surrounding allies (1/2/3/4/5) times, dealing (5/10/15/20/25) damage and gaining one Cannibalism stack per bite. The confusion lasts until all the bites are taken, or the allies of the confused champion kill them. Confused enemies killed by their own allies are revived after 2 seconds, but they will be at 50% health.
Passive: Pack Mentality: Any active Wendigos join the hunt, helping the confused enemy chase down their prey by increasing their movement speed by (4/8/12)%.
E: Wendigo Trickery: (20/19/18/17/16) | (120/110/100/90/80) | Global/100 Sani mimics the appearance and voice of a random enemy champion, appearing as an ally to the enemy. Once he is close enough to an enemy champion, he will shed his disguise and bite them, dealing (25/50/75/100/125) damage and healing himself for (10/20/30/40/50) health.
Passive: Decoys: Any active Wendigos will mimic one of Sani’s allies, taunting enemy champions within range of them. Taunted enemies will attack the Wendigos for (1/1.5/2) seconds.
R: The Great Feast: (120/100/80) | (300/250/200) | 175 If an enemy champion below 25% health, Sani can consume them to restore up to 25% of his missing health. If the percent of health gained exceeds Sani’s maximum health, he is slowed by the remaining percent.
Passive: Leftovers: Any active Wendigos will consume nearby enemy minions, healing any of Sani’s allies that are nearby by (5/10/15)%.
Notes: Oh my god his lore is so long and I'm so sorry about that for all the people that don't like to read that much shit. I'm also sorry about how dark it is. The passives on his abilities scale with how many Wendigos he has active. I might add a duration to his W. First time doing a "confusion" ability and I wasn't sure how to go about it. I feel like the way it is right now fits him specifically, since it is more of a trance that you need to snap the effected person out of, like the Wendigo curse. On other champions, I'd probably do it differently. I think that's it, other than it took a few minutes to find his artist. I'll try to find Hye's soon.
EDIT: Oops! Had to repost, fucked something up. He's good now.
