[CHAMPION CONCEPT] Amadeus Vergilius de la Halle
Character Description:
Title: Amadeus, Dweller of the Vault
Gender: Male
Height: 2 feet & 6 inches
Weight: 68 Pounds
Abilities:
(Passive) Big Friendly Golem- Getting kills goes towards filling a gauge, when the gauge is full Amadeus regurgitates a freakish monstrosity of flesh and armor. This massive golem goes after the nearest enemy champion and hugs them putting them into a state of stun. After a while the golem will gently place the champion down putting them into a state of fear. No damage is sustained through the event.
Combat (BASIC)-Bite- Chows down on the enemy (Q)Ram- Hit the nitro stunning a single enemy after colliding into them with his wagon. (W)Bloat- Biting an enemy causes them to fatten crippling attack speed. (E)Fatten- Consumes an enemy fattening up Amadeus increasing attack damage and armor but decreasing attack and movement speed. (Maximum stacks 6)
Distance (BASIC)Digested Ammunition- Regurgitates pieces of junk and spits it at an enemy (Q)Ground Zero- An area of radiation surrounds Amadeus or a companion poisoning opponents around them. (W)Vomit- Turns a group of minions and/or jungle creatures to Amadeus' side for a short amount of time however they rapidly lose health over time and reduces Fatten stacks by one. (E)Fecal Toss- Throw a ball of digested material at an opponent with his tail slowing movement speed, and reduces Fatten stacks by one.
Ultimate (R)Combat Approach- Switch freely between Amadeus' combat and distance move sets.
Attributes:
Tank Support
Quotes:
Moving- “You're not going to roll me off a cliff, are you?” “Three things for a long happy life: Disease, brains, and guts! “Hey, I found something shiny! Am I rich?”
When Using Ram/Ground Zero- “Run for your lives, vermin!” “Ka-pow! Impact!”
When Using Bloat/Vomit- “Beware of freak!” “Learn to live, live to adapt!”
When Using Fatten/Fecal Toss- “Oink, oink. Little piggy!” "Counting chickens? Bah, I would rather eat them!
When Using Combat Approach- “Go ahead, open my bag of tricks!” “Well, back to the old drawing board.”
Taunts- “Don't push me, I'll turn you into a speed bump!” “Can opener? Bah, my teeth work just fine!”
Jokes- “Lonely? Just go to the taxidermist!” “Beauty? Ha, ugly and proud, babe!”
Dance- Amadeus brake dances with his wagon.
Lore- In a post-apocalyptic abyss of a planet, an Old Man nearing death, pulled the unconscious remains of a ghoul from the bowels of Titan's Vault. The Old Man dragged the ghoul to a hut of rubble and junk then proceeded to chained it to a rusted metal chair that was bolted to weights on the floor. The ghoul awoke confused and enraged, it thrashed and shrieked at the Old Man though it proved pointless. Rust, now freshly shaken and a silky layer of ghoul slobber glistened upon the chains, the Old Man pulled up a rather beaten looking lawn chair and pulled an old, rough leather cover book from his coat pocket. The book contained the Old Man's personal poetry which he read to the ghoul for many long and sleepless hours. He named the ghoul Amadeus Vergilius de la Halle after his grandson he had lost many years ago. Their relationship wasn't very complicated, the Old Man would eat, feed Amadeus dead rats he would find in the sewers, then sit down and read poetry. Amadeus would thrash and scream in anger, fall silent when the rats would come into view, begin salivating, eat the rats, start drooling again, and then as the Old Man read poetry Amadeus would go back to thrashing and screaming. One day the Old Man sat in the chair, without warning he fell silent, the ghoul's squealing came to a halt. The Old Man sat limp and sagged in the chair, Amadeus sat quietly alternating his sight between the Old Man and the book that now laid open and lifeless upon the dirt floor. Amadeus waited patiently for the Old Man to wake up, grab the book, and continue reading. Hour after hour, through the dead of night and the heat of day, neither Amadeus nor the Old Man moved a muscle. Amadeus began to sense a strange new smell within the air. The Old Man appeared to have gained weight along with an unhealthy tint to his skin.
Years passed before Amadeus was discovered again. This time by a lone survivor, a hunter of the undead. The hunter had been through horrors unspeakable for the lips, his past once full of promise and hope, now reduced to nothing more than a trail of dried blood at their feet. The hunter entered the shelter cautiously, pistol in hand, the only weapon they had left. Amadeus quickly decided to play dead before they noticed he was in the room. After years of being forced to eat the bugs that crawled upon him and watch painfully his only friend slowly rot away in the sit across the room, Amadeus had no interest in picking a fight. With Amadeus missing his arms and legs, the hunter saw him as an easy prize for their troubles, determined not to go home empty handed. After putting a bullet in his head, they broke the chains, and then stuffed Amadeus harshly into a cowhide bag then sealed it with a thick iron clamp. Before they had left they buried the Old Man. Amadeus had dozed off in the bag. At the registration office in the downtown sector of a galactic trading settlement near Demacia. The hunter flopped Amadeus upon the counter with a thud, the worker across the counter pulled his limp body out of the bag and examined him then paid the hunters accordingly.
The bag was resealed then mailed to a taxidermist, Amadeus awoke to found himself chained to a table and saw a surprised little person hovering over him with a scalpel. The Little Girl neither ran nor screamed instead she held up one finger and asked Amadeus to follow it with his eye then after five seconds tell her how many fingers she was holding up. Amadeus follow the finger then as the Little Girl had asked waited five seconds to answer. With that the Little Girl unhooked the chains and jumped off a step stool she had been standing on, Amadeus made his way to the floor and landed with a thud. She asked him if he was hunting for someone or something. At first Amadeus had no answer but then he remembered the Old Man's poetry book and told the Little Girl that that was what he was searching for. The little Girl silently walked out of the room then in a few moments came back dragging in a very strange contraption. It was a red, metal bathing bucket with two seat belts in it, rubber wagon wheels and welded to the back was a small boat engine with a steering handle attached to a gearing mechanism which was connected to a lawnmower wheel. Amadeus was surprised at the contraption, able to do nothing but stare in pure amazement. She clothed him with what she could find. The Little Girl hauled him over to the wagon with slight difficulty, placed him in it, and then buckled him in. Amadeus found he was able to operate the engine pull cord and steering handle quite well with his tail. The Little Girl explained to him that if he wanted information that the League of Legends was the best place she knew to look and then gave him directions to get there along with a bit currency for the trip. Before he left the Little Girl told him not to tell anyone that she was the one working and not her father. . . for reasons. Amadeus agreed and with that he was off to find the League.