Champion Idea: Irving, The Harvester

Hey all, Billcurme here, with yet another champ idea.

Today, I'll be tackling Irving. This is a champ idea I had while really tired at like 5 in the morning, so there are flaws. However, I still think this one has promise, so I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on the idea! As always, please feel free to comment if you have anything to say about the champ concept. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Irving, The Harvester A Billcurme Champ Idea

Appearance: Long cloak, soft felt boots, light clothes. Mottled greys and blacks, nothing loose. Cold, stern expression. Purple eyes. Messy red hair, stubble. Large scythe.

Lore: “The blood on his scythe was still fresh. A nearby dog howled at the smell as he trudged through the cold alleyways of Noxus, the scent of the scum of the city doing nothing to disguise the putrid stench. The low moon shone a harvest orange upon the narrow passages that wound their way towards his next target. It was almost time for the kill.

The man was smiling, counting coin into his purse, smelling so strongly of ale and tobacco that it wafted its way into the nearby shadows. Obviously coming home from one of the many taverns. He watched his target making his way down the street, enjoying the crisp night air and humming a nameless tune. The man had no idea that this was his last night. They never did.

The stone walls served as a fine ladder to propel him upwards, his feet resting silently upon the roof-tops. A few quick bounds and the man was once more in sight, turning down a side alley. A short-cut home, obviously. A single, graceful leap and he was behind the man, rising from a crouch without a sound. Grasping his scythe tightly with both hands, he moved in.

The light must have hit the blade, because the man dodged the first strike with a cry of surprise. Stumbling backwards, the man quickly raised his hands, calling out to him. “Mercy! Mercy! You can have my coin, just stop!” He ignored him, pressing forwards. The man ran, calling out for help, begging to be saved. Reaching into his cloak, he tossed out a small sickle, causing the man to cry out in pain as the blade found its mark. As he swooped in, he found the man weeping. “Please. I have a wife. I have a son. I’ve done nothing wrong!” Grimacing at the mans words, he steeled his soul and struck, piercing the mans heart.

After the Harvest, he observed his prize. The small void worm crawled around in its jar, desperately seeking the warmth of human flesh once again. The man had no idea that this thing had been inside, waiting to take control. None of them ever knew, would never have guessed. History would despise him as a monster, but that was okay. It took a monster to stop the void. He would be that monster.”

The Vayne Chronicles: "Another victim with their heart missing. That makes four in the past week alone. No one knows what this monster's goal is, and truth be told I find I don't care. This last kill was rushed, sloppy. He left a trail.

For it is a 'he'. As in-human as these atrocities seem to be, the murder is in fact one of our own. And he's nearby.

I find myself stalking the roofs of Demacia, seeking even the faintest hint of my quarry. He's nearby.

Suddenly, I see a figure moving through the shadows as if they are one with them. Dressed in mottled greys and blacks to help blend into the stone buildings of the cities. He's tall, and lean, and on his back is a gigantic scythe. And its fresh with blood.

I chase him down as fast as I'm able, my crossbow at-the-ready. He's seen me by now, and is attempting to escape. But not tonight.

A bolt from my crossbow strikes him mid-jump and causes him to fall to the ground below. I tumble after him, expecting to find a man on the verge of death. However, I'm instead greeted by the deadly arc of his blade. I had misjudged his location beneath that massive cloak and missed my shot!

"This is the end of the line for you!" I taunt him, rolling past his strike and firing one of my silvered bolts into his shoulder. A hit this time, for I see him wince in pain.

If he had a retort, he chose to keep it to himself. Instead, I find myself scrambling away as a small sickle tickles the underside of my chin, leaving the barest hint of a cut. I roll out of the way again as two strikes of his blade cut the air where I was with lightning speed. I raise my arm to aim at him again, but he's suddenly lunging at me, his scythe screaming death through the air.

With desperation, I reach the cross bow on my back and fire a bolt directly at him. It strikes his shoulder but refuses to pierce him. However, the force is enough to send him back, giving me some breathing room. I climb to my feet again to resume the fight, but when I look to the wall where I had shot him towards, I find no sign of him.

Cursing my own carelessness, I make to leave the alleyway that had been our war zone, when the sight of something gleaming against the moonlight catches my eye.

The sickle the man had thrown at me. I retrieved it from the ground and examined it. A simple, well made sickle, not unlike something you'd find in the farm lands. Just who was this man, that he would use such tools for murder?"

-An auto-biographical account of Vayne's first meeting with The Harvester

Friends: Rivals: Cho’Gath, Kha’Zix, Kog’Maw, Malzahar, Rek’Sai, Vayne, Vel’Koz

Statistics: Health: 512 (+80/level) Hp Regen: 4.5 (+0.4/level) Mana: 245 (+30/level) Mana Regen: 8.2 (+0.6/level) Ad: 55 (+3/level) As: 0.65 (+3.6%/level) Armor: 23 (+3/level) Mr: 30 Ms: 335 Range: 150

Abilities: **Harvest Hands (innate): ** Irving’s basic attacks against minions have a range of 550, and deal an additional 5-15% physical damage based on missing health.

Till the Soul (q): Mana Cost: 50/65/75/85/95 Cooldown: 10 Irving raises his scythe behind him before striking down, dealing 25/40/65/80/115 (+50% ad) physical damage to nearby enemies. If an enemy champion is struck by the scythe, they are stunned for 1 second and cause 3 spectral sickle’s to fly out at them, dealing 70% ad each and applying on hit effects. While Irving is preparing for the strike, nearby allied champions may click on him to grab the scythe. If an allied champion is holding onto the scythe during the strike, they are flung out, dealing 25/40/65/80/115 (+55% ad) physical damage, slowing and knocking aside enemies in their path. A spectral scythe will fly out and strike each enemy champion hit by the toss. (Range: 900)

Cut the Chaff (w): Mana Cost: /30/45/60/75/90 Cooldown: 12/11/10/9/8 Passive: Whenever a nearby allied champion deals damage to an enemy champion, they afflict them with Chaff for 3 seconds. Irving's auto attacks against enemies with Chaff benefit from Harvest Hands. (Range 750) Active: Irving leaps at target enemy champion, dealing 110% physical damage and slowing them for 2 seconds. If the enemy champion was afflicted with Chaff, Irving will deal an additional 15/25/35/45/55 physical damage and leap backwards, and the cooldown of this ability will be refreshed. (Range: 650)

Bumper Crop (e): Mana Cost: 65 Cooldown: 8/7.5/7/6.5/6 Passive: Irving gains an additional 1/2/3/4/5 gold for each enemy minion killed with Harvest Hands. Active: Irving instills himself with vigor, causing his next 2 basic attacks against enemy champions to deal 115% ad and have max attack speed.

Reap What is Sown (r): Mana Cost: 0 Cooldown: 150/130/110 Irving slips into the shadows, becoming invisible for 4/5.5/7 seconds. While this ability is active, all of his spells mana costs are instantly refunded, and his critical strike damage is increased by 25/40/65%. Attacking enemies will cause Irving to become visible for 1 second. If Irving attacks an enemy champion, the duration of this ability is extended by 1 second.

Unlike most of my champ ideas, I don't actually have the quotes for this guy, but I thought he was still complete enough for the basic sharing. Please tell me your thoughts, and I hope you'll stay tuned for more ideas in the future! Trust me, I have a lot