[Champion Concept] Evánethys, The Lavender Amethyst
So this is something special - a concept designed around a potential character for a story I'm teetering on putting to paper. I've been at this for a couple of months, now, and really like the way that [Champion Concepts] force me to think laterally about how I design a character; covering their attributes, lore, style of combat and theme in one, simple, post. While sort of playing around with plot devices in my head a couple of weeks ago, I accidentally conceptualised Evánethys - the secret daughter of a horrific, mass-murdering once-hero from eons past. She functions as one huge curveball - an amoral girl with a tragedy-riddled past who recognises the power and potential in her birthright; moreso than the man who fathered her.
Trapped, for centuries, under the watchful gaze of those who sought to exploit both her power and (arguable) divinity to their own ends, Evánethys felt the first glimmer of her potential upon stepping into the light outside of the room in which she had been locked her entire life. Unaccustomed to this potential, she pursued it. Indeed, through a life of denial and repression, Evánethys may come to be the single most powerful being the world has ever borne witness to. Whether this is bad or good, only time will tell...
Notes I thrive on feedback, and would love both opinions on the validity of Evánethys' design as a champion; and on the nature of her story (ala: Evánethys is meant to be cryptic, serving as a source of allusions and teasers for what's to come. If the short story seems too cryptic, however, or is otherwise annoying to read at certain points - this is valid and, above all, welcome feedback.)
In a perfect world, this character - and the huge world she is a part of - will see some kind of visual representation somewhere down the line. I mull over studying Game Design, but my true passion (read: Obsession) is writing through the eyes of the absurd characters I create.
Naming Method Phoenixes symbolise rebirth and renewal. The word "Phoenix" is derived from 'reddish, purple' (Greek). Levánta is Greek for Lavender (Purple) and is where the 'Eváne' comes from. "Thys" comes from 'amethyst.' Amethysts originally came from the Greek word for "intoxicated" and supposedly have spiritual healing properties, which fits rather nicely with Evánethys' lore. Voila! Evánethys, the Lavender Amethyst!
http://images.alphacoders.com/516/516638.jpg ######Image Credit
Character Theme / Login Theme
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#Introduction - The Measure of One's Potential
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "Do you believe me now, Father?"
_The young woman's expression remained passive and blank; not a sound uttered as she took hold of the hilt of the blade buried halfway through her chest. _
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "For so long, I was kept from your side... Kept away in the dark by people too afraid to risk what I might become. Perhaps you cannot feel it, but you can see it now, Father. You can see my birthright."
The woman found ceremony in this, the warrior could tell. Evánethys... she had fancied herself of his blood. She claimed kinship. Were this truth... ... the girl was unkillable.
"P-please! Let me go! I swear I'll never tell a soul! I didn't know she was your daughter I-I-I was on your side! I was trying to help you! I just got here, I don't know anything! Please--oh... oh... gods... she's pulling it out. She's gonna bleed herself dry... I just want to go home..."
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "Watch me, father. These wounds do not last long. Watch me."
A plastic smile and not so much as a blink. The girl slowly drew the blade from her chest as though it were a sword from a sheath; the wound closing in on the steel as it withdrew. The would-be assassin squeaked in terror as he witnessed the sight.
There, for the briefest of seconds, a hole clean through the young woman's body - the carnage of the battle-torn village visible through the cavity in her chest. Slowly, but steadily, the wound was filling. Her body was healing itself.
But the girl did not wait; and was upon the warrior before the wound was gone. Arms wrapped around the waist of her father, she lay her head wistfully against his leftmost side.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "It's so strange... your heart... does it not beat? Mother always told me stories..."
The woman gasped as she was thrown from the warrior; untangled in an instant and knocked to the ground. As she fell, she caught the gaze of the man who had attempted to end her life only moments before. His eyes were like saucers. Terrified and dangling - a captive in the staunch grasp of her father... how could he be anything but? ... A living God. Capable of bringing entire cities to their very foundations. And she... she was his daughter. To even conceive the potential she might achieve through him was beyond imagination.
"Where is she now?!"
Looking up at her father, the girl snapped back into the present. His question; more command than enquiry. She had no intention to keep secrets from him, however, and hastily rose from her position, if only to descend upon the warrior once more.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "Trapped, father. Under the lock and key of those who fear you. Hidden away, as I was, by weak men - too afraid of what you might do to them..."
Running her hand along the glorious silver that framed her father's breastplate, she continued;
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "...but I am not afraid."
Caution; the one thought on his mind. This woman could not be his daughter. Were there any measure of sincerity to her claim, the warrior would be able to feel her presence; would have felt her presence, long ago. She claimed no fear. Latched to his armour as though she were the one who owned it. Felt invincible; moreso in his shadow. Decried the terror she attested to witness in the faceless faces of men she claimed had locked her away. She felt complacency enough in his presence to weave stories and tug at his heartstrings. Felt it within herself to manipulate the Hand of Absolution, itself!
She felt no fear?
She would.
The warrior's left arm steadied beneath the weight of the woman leaning upon it. She felt it, suspecting to be thrown off once more. Not this time. This time, she would witness the terror that she sought to embrace.
_The moment passed by so quickly, few would be able to attest that it had taken place at all. And yet, there, in the captive assassin, the evidence as to what had transpired was made abundantly clear. The blade of the warrior, dripping crimson red with the juices of the unworthy. Yes - this one bled. And yet... ...something was wrong. The fractional measure of light within this one's body - this man's soul. It was hollow. Unkempt. Unharvestable. _
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "So it's true... "
Reaching around the waist of her father, the woman leaned into the echoes of the spiralling light. With one swift movement, it was plucked seamlessly from the air; cupped tenderly in the woman's hands.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "... We're mirrors... ! Reflections of the light..."
The blade withdrew from the recesses of its victim in one, solid, motion - leaving the shell of the assassin to fall unceremoniously to the charred dirt, below. The blood that had littered the blade seemed to follow suit; leaving the sword completely stainless.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "... I can change him! What it does; what it wants... what it believes, Father! I can feel his longing - he remembers me, even now. A memory... of memories? Perhaps this... is this what we are, Father? Memorie--"
"-You- are a memory, pretender."
The woman gagged as the blade hung heavy in her abdomen - half in shock; half in pain. Pain..? It had been so long since she had experienced the sensation.
"But I am SALVATION, ITSELF! And you... you shall perish here, along with the others."
There was -no- excuse for such audacity! For this stranger to claim kinship; to withhold knowledge of the whereabouts of his wife; to pluck from the sky the very measures of light he had been tasked to gather. As he withdrew the blade from the woman, she fell to her knees; head bowed forward.
As though spurned on by another, the warrior's sword raised itself upwards; primed to strike the final blow.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "... Father... do you realise what you have done?"
"Save your words, witch. Rejoice in your destiny!"
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "I do... I rejoice. Haha, I rejoice, Father! Look, you've opened the door for me. Look! Father, look!"
The warrior hesitated. In the woman's hands, the incandescent light that had rejected him began to flare and struggle. It sought freedom from her grasp - and only when she was sure her father was looking, did she relinquish her hold.
Gracefully, it worked its way between her fingers; up and beyond her unresisting arm. Measure by measure, it orbited her shell; scrying a path to the still open wound in her stomach. There, for the first time, the warrior could see - this woman was not made simply of flesh and bone. From the lesion formed at his hands, there flowed not blood... but light. Shimmering Incandescence.
Her hand remained idle, hovering over the soul that danced upon the edges of the flowing light around the wound. Eyes locked on her father, Evánethys spoke;
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "I can ask him, Father. I can ask him to save me. I made him want to... and now he knows how...
This woman... the insight she claimed for one with such a fractional measure of Incandescence... was such a thing possible? How could one so ignorant of their beginnings conceive to manipulate their base elements?
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "...Father... shall I show you?"
The blade bade him resist; Bade him cut her down where she knelt. This witch had tainted the souls of those with false potential. And now she sought to trifle with his emotions; to appeal to his curiousity. Whatever she had planned, it was not wise to allow her to continue.
... But the warrior lowered his weapon.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "I can feel it. The will to grow and expand. The wish for more, Father, I can feel it! Is... this how you feel? Is this why you do what you do? With this, I could reach..."
The woman gasped, the hole repairing itself before the warrior's very eyes. No foe had ever devised a method to stunt the wounds caused by the blades that he wielded. The potential that this girl possessed... it could be immeasurable.
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "... The stars, Father! I think I understand, now..."
_Rising to her feet, the woman breathed a sigh of exertion. _
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg "The one that you serve... I am certain that he seeks to rend the stars."
"... and I can help him."
#Evánethys, The Lavender Amethyst
|Primary Role----------------------|Secondary Role-------------------------|Standard Attack Range |- |JUNGLER| FIGHTER | MELEE
|Base Stats-------------------------|Growth per/level|-----------------------|Stats @ 18| |- |Health: 530| (+90 | | 2060 | |Mana: 280| (+40 | | 960 | |AD: 58| (+3.5 | | 117.5 | |HP/5: 5.3| (+0.85 | | 19.75 | |MP/5: 6| (+0.8 | | 19.6 | |Range: 125 (Melee)| (+0 | | 125 | |AS: 0.625| (+2.5% | | 0.891 | |Armor: 25| (+3.6 | | 86.2 | |Magic Resist: 30| (+0 | | 30 | |Movement Speed: 340| (+0 | | 340 | .
#Passive - Crystallised Incandescence
Each time a unit is defeated by Evánethys, it leaves behind an Orb of Light that persists for 5 seconds. Double-clicking on this orb (1000 range) causes Evánethys to begin channelling for 0.5/0.4/0.3/0.2/0.1 seconds. After a brief delay, a translucent Amethyst will fall from the sky and pierce the ground at the targeted location, consuming the Orb of Light, dealing 60-230 (+ 0.35 AP) magic damage to nearby enemies (325 range), restoring (3)+(0.025 AP)% of Evánethys' max health and reducing all current remaining cooldowns by 1 second.
- Amethyst strikes will execute any small minions and monsters that fall below 10% max health during the impact.
Amethysts add additional functions to some of Evánethys' abilities and last for 10 seconds before they shatter. Creating a second Amethyst while another is still in play will shatter the first.
#Q - Celestial Wreath
|Mana Cost-------------------------------------|Cooldown------------------------------------|Ball Size---------------------------------| |- |65/75/85/95/105|16/14.5/13/11.5/10| 50 units |Tether Width--------------------------------|Knockback----------------------------------|Teleport Range-------------------| |10 units|100|750|
Evánethys roots herself in place and summons a ball of light 425 units from her current position in the direction of the mouse cursor. A rigid tether connects the ball to herself. Additionally, a circular track appears in a radius around her. By moving the mouse cursor, Evánethys will direct the ball either clockwise or counter-clockwise around this track.
- If a hostile target comes into contact with the ball, it will knock them back, stunning them for 0.5 seconds and dealing 60/90/120/150/180 (+ 0.45 AP) magic damage.
- If a target instead comes into contact with the tether, they will be knocked to one side and take 30/45/60/75/90 (+0.38 AP) magic damage.
- If Evánethys completes the circuit by directing the ball and tether a full 360 degrees around herself, the ground inside the circle will erupt with light, dealing 60/110/160/210/260 (+0.6 AP) magic damage and stunning all hostiles caught inside for 1 second.
If there is currently an Amethyst on the field, it will also cast Celestial Wreath and mirror Evánethys' track - only in reverse. This mirror cast has all the effects of the original, though damage and individual effects do not stack and cannot be reapplied (Ex: If a target is hit with the ball tethered to the Amethyst, they cannot be damaged by either its or Evánethys' ball and tether in the same cast.)
- Upon completing the track, thin lines will form a figure-eight pattern (∞) between Evánethys and the Amethyst for 2 seconds. During this time, Evánethys may reactivate Q in order to instantly teleport to the Amethyst in a flash of light.
Note
- [Q] must be held to maintain Celestial Wreath. Releasing [Q] or being otherwise interrupted before the circuit has been completed will cancel the ability and put it on cooldown.
#W - Auspicious Onslaught / Retention
Passive - Auspicious Onslaught Unconcerned with the wounds she sustains at the hands of those who assail her, Evánethys happily takes advantage of the openings provided when her foes go on the offensive.
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Each time a nearby target uses a standard attack or ability, they become vulnerable for 1 second, causing Evánethys' standard attacks against them to deal an additional 10 - 180 (+0.2 AP) magic damage for the duration.
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While the target is vulnerable, successful hits apply refreshable stacks of Fight or Flight, increasing the physical and magic damage of Evánethys' standard attacks on the target by 12% and the damage of Retention by 6% for 5 seconds. Stacks of Fight or Flight will also increase the target's total damage against Evánethys by 4%. There is no limit to the number of times this may stack.
Active - Retention
|Mana Cost-------------------------------------|Cooldown------------------------------------|Range-------------------------------------| |- |40/45/50/55/60|4| 300
Evánethys swings her blade 180-degree arc afront her, dealing 30/70/110/150/190 (+0.45 AP) magic damage to all those struck. Additionally, a burst of Incandescent light will flow out in a 180 degree arc behind her, applying a 20/25/30/35/40% slow for 0.5 seconds to any affected hostiles.
#E - Descry
|Mana Cost-------------------------------------|Cooldown------------------------------------|Range-------------------------------------------| |- |70/75/80/85/90|22/20/18/16/14|1000| |Impact Radius-------------------------------|Self Speed-Up Radius--------------| |425|800
Evánethys secretly marks an area on the map, after which point a trail of light begins seeping along the ground at a speed equal to Evánethys' total MSx2. Upon reaching the halfway point between the initial cast location and the target, the light trail will halt and visibly mark the target zone, enveloping the area in light after a 0.5 second delay. Hostiles hit by the impact are considered Descried for the next 5 seconds, dealing 10/12.5/15/17.5/20% reduced damage to Evánethys and awarding her 20/25/30/35/40% Bonus movement speed while moving towards them.
- Descried targets that are defeated during this time will drop Orbs of Light as though they've been killed by Evánethys.
#R - Scatter/Shatter
|Mana Cost-------------------------------------|Cooldown------------------------------------|Radius---------------------------------| |- |100|120/105/90| 375 |Shatter Cast Range-------------------|Shatter Impact Radius------------ |650|200|
Scatter Evánethys summons a lethal, whirring mass of serrated Amethysts around herself for 6 seconds, dealing 40/60/80 (+0.15 AP) magic damage to all nearby targets and increasing successive damage taken by Scatter by 15% every second (leaving the area of effect for 1 second nullifies all current stacks).
Shatter Evánethys may press R at any time to prematurely end the effects of Scatter, instead condensing the shards of Amethyst into a mass of crystal that hovers above her as she moves. For the next 10 seconds, Evánethys may reactivate R to cast Shatter, hurling the huge crystal at a target location to deal damage equal to 150% of the remaining theoretical damage output of Scatter. This damage does not benefit from the resistance-shredding effects of Scatter.
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Evánethys sounds refined at first but is generally quite eccentric during extended dialogue, her voice changing pitch and speed as she becomes entertained or excited. This can range from excited, high-pitched squeals; to low-pitched batman impersonations as she attempts to frighten those around her.
Upon Champion Select http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t627/AllottedTimeframe/ad3dc114-b8f6-4053-bdc0-e5aee88903a7_zps7fwlxcuz.jpg
- (The soft tinkle of glass/crystal) "Oh, dear. The sky is falling. (Childish Giggle)"
Upon Starting a Game, Recalling or Respawning Evánethys counts up the total number of players currently on the spawn platform, commenting on the ludicrous nature of the entire affair. Other players can hear her comments.
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"Just the way I like it." "I do my best work, alone." "The fewer distractions, the better."
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"Just the two of us, hm? Oh don't look so despondent. It could be worse. You could be on their side."
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"I've oft heard the saying that trouble comes in threes. Personally, I suspect that the more paranoid of us have accidentally associated people like me... with tag-alongs like the both of you."
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"I would suggest splitting into pairs, were it not that I be obligated to take one of you along with me."
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"Goodness! We're practically a militia! The four of you certainly seem appropriately outfitted." "1... 2.... 3... 4 of you?! Are you quite certain you can make it off the platform without tripping over one another?"
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"I suppose there's no harm in taking a horde to a skirmish. "Quantity over quality, I suppose."
Taunt Evánethys gracefully dangles her hand out in front of her (think as though a King waiting for his ring to be kissed by a servant). Violent whips of light strike at the air around her wrist and fingers.
- "I can feel the light practically dancing upon my fingertips. ... Would you like to know what they're thinking?"
- "I may have told them some naughty things about you. I may have told them even naughtier things to do to you."
Joke Evánethys throws her arm forwards, as though summoning an Amethyst. Instead, a small crystal collides with the back of her head, causing her to fall flat on her face.
- "Hmhmhahaha!! ...I've got you...!" {THWAP!} "Oof! ...So that's how that feels."
- "Awh, too hard to keep out of the way?" {THWAP!} "...let's... pretend that didn't just happen."
**Evánethys, the Lavender Amethyst! **Did you like her? Hate her? Did you even read the text between the top and the bottom of this page?! If so, don't hesitate to leave me any passing thoughts or opinions, below. The meaner, the better. Really tear right into my self esteem!
If you're one of the few who genuinely enjoyed this concept and loves unique, story-driven concepts, why not check out the last one I made - Ayananta, Woe-Touched of Coalescence? She also has a link to the champion before her on her page (it's like a concept history adventure!)
Thanks to everyone who got this far. Next champ I do will probably be Evánethys' father. He'll have a drawn concept and everything. It'll be loads of fun.