Acher, The Blade of Justice

Lore: Noxus has always been a foul place, strength taking priority over all other things, destroying those who would rather philosophize or bring peace than destroy their enemies. Born to a Noxian family, Acher was always the opposite of Noxian ideals, meek and peaceful, unwilling to become a soldier despite his impressive strength. Because of this, he was aimless compared to the rest of the youth, no idea what he wanted to do. To occupy himself he roamed through the city during the day, talking to other children and playing with the younger ones. One day of playing with his little friends, they decided to roam into the less pleasant parts of the city, for an "adventure". Soon they found themselves held at dagger point, a masked bandit rummaging through the bags that the children brought. Finding nothing of value, the enraged bandit grabbed Jenny, an adorable little four year old, and clubbed her with his dagger, blood gushing from her cracked skull. Seeing his little friend fall to the ground, bits of skull poking from her soft, still forming skull poking out of her head snapped something inside him. Everything turned crimson and he leapt upon the bandit, wrestling him to the ground with the strength of a cornered animal and ripping the knife out of his hand, then his vision snapped back to normal. He began to get off, shocked at what he had been about to do, then looked at Jenny. His vision turned red once more. He snapped back to reality, a bloody dagger in his hand, leaning against a thick, stone wall, his hands red with gore. He stared at his wet hands, and dropped the dagger, falling to his knees and retching, disgust flowing through every vein of his body. He curled into a ball, and cried himself to sleep. He awoke to the chill of night and staggered up, his mind put to rest by sleep. He was saving his friends, he was saving his friends, he thought to himself, unwilling to face what he had done. He staggered through the empty streets, eventually coming to a candle lit patch of road, witnessing a horror. Next to the house, a crowd of soldiers surrounding a beautiful woman. She was pinned against the wall, knives embedded in each hand to hold her up, one arm barely attached, nearly hewn through by a long Noxian blade. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and to amuse themselves the soldiers stabbed her with daggers and watched as she tried to cling to the last of her life blood, the soldiers relishing her drawn out pain and her silent scream. His eyes clouded over with crimson once more, and he leapt among them, wielding nothing but his bare fists. He came down upon one of the soldiers like a storm, knocking him to the ground in suprise. He ripped the soldier's bloody dagger out of his hand and faced the rest of the soldiers, his face more like unto an animal than a man. They stared for a second, then charged upon him, their axes all aimed towards his throat. He crashed upon them with greater force, however, carving them aside with the rough hewn blade, too fast to strike, he leapt amongst them, leaving bloody wounds in the soldier's armor. He spun throughout their ranks, striking them down before they could resist. Soon the ground was wet with blood and strewn with Noxian armor, and still the one sided fight continued. Then all went silent. Every single soldier had been struck down, and the woman hung forward from the daggers, no longer dripping. The red haze fell from his eyes, and weakness overtook him. He fell face first into the red gore. He awoke in a rather sterile, stone room, strange blue designs arcing around it. There were no exits or windows, save for a thick door encoated with the blue designs. All that was in the room was a cheap looking cot, and a desk with a plate and some roast meat on it. He eyes the room in terror and confusion, unwilling to leave his cot, but hunger got the best of him and he ate the meat. Eventually, the door creaked open, four people entering, two in formal Noxian armor, much fancier than the rabble he had encountered, one with a large cane and a crow on his shoulder, eyes gleaming with intelligence, and a woman in a blue cloak that covered her face, inscribed with the same designs all around the room. The man leaned forward with a friendly expression, oozing friendliness, and said,"Why, what is your name?" "A-a-acher sir." "Well, I bear you no ill will, if that is what you are wondering. You may call me Swain." "Y-you are General S-swain?" "Why yes, yes I am. No need to be afraid Acher, in fact, let us be friends. Are you wondering why you are here?" "I'm so-so sorry sir, I didn't mean it, it just, well, happened." "Oh no, I'm not angry about that, it's just that I wanted to ask you something. I was wondering, if I made you my soldier, would you accept? Not a footsoldier, no, I was thinking of something closer to a body guard, and if you did accept, you would be one of the most powerful men in Noxus!" The man's eyes filled with expectance, the Raven staring at Acher hungrily. "No." he whispered, Swain's expression not changing, but the Raven flapped her wings, eyes filling with hate. "Oh, excuse me? I didn't quite hear." "NO!" he screamed, vision flickering red. Swain backed up, the soldiers taking place in front of Swain, while the blue robed women raised her hand. He lunged at Swain, and blue designs flickered into existence around him, freezing him in mid air. Swain stared neutrally at Acher, while Beatrice cawed loudly, wings flapping. He turned around and went out the thick door, his soldiers following behind him. The woman released him and he landed face first, the woman helping him up. "W-who are you? Why did Swain want me? How did you do that?" She simply touched his forehead and thought flew into his brain. Swain came because the only alternative was to put him into the League of Legends, to avoid such a destructive force let loose. I am a summoner, one who brings champions into battle. We have magic specifically designed to trap anyone who struggles. And now you are a champion. Be off. Blue light surrounded him, energy raising his hair on end, and he disappeared.

Health Base: 650.45 Health Growth: +87.6 Base HRP5: 6.132 HRP5 Growth: +0.5477 Armor Base: 35 Armor Growth: +2 MR Base: 40 MR Growth: +0 Base AD: 57 AD Growth: +3.9 Attack Speed Base: 0.635 Attack Speed Growth: +3.5% Rage: 100 Base Mana: 260.5 Mana Growth: +32.5 Base MRP5: 4.0 MRP5 Growth: 0.4 MS: 330 Attack Range: 125 Melee

Passive: Protector's Rage: Normally, has a mana bar and mana costs for abilities. When an allied champion within 1500 units is at half health or less, enters rage mode. In this mode, the mana bar is replaced by a rage bar, which loses 5 per second, starting at full. For every point of rage he currently has, gains 2 movement speed and 0.01 attack speed. Autoattacking in this mode restores 10 rage. Leaving rage mode fully restores mana. If he hasn't damaged anything for three seconds in rage mode, he leaves it. He has a different ult in rage mode, and his normal abilities are changed. Q: Scything Shield/ Scything Strikes: Throws his shield with 600 range in a skillshot, moving 600 units per second. It is 100 units in diameter. Any enemy projectiles that touch the shield are intercepted, and it deals 55/100/145/190/235 +(0.3 AD) physical damage and 1/1.3/1.6/1.9/2.2 second stun to the first target hit, then disappearing. Mana Cost: 85 Cooldown: 10/9.5/9/8.5/8 Blinks to a target within 600 range, dealing 1.1 AD physical damage, applying onhit affects, including crit and life steal. Also shreds 2/3/4/5/6% of the targets bonus armor. Can be cast once more within 4 seconds. Cooldown: 10/9.5/9/8.5/8 W: Vigor/ Battle Fury: Passive: Has 1% maximum health regeneration every 3/2.5/2/1.5/1 second(s). Is inactive while on Cooldown. Active: Gives an ally champion this passive for 5 seconds, with 3x power. Mana cost: 35 Cooldown: 4, starts when buff wears off. Passive: +1 AD and +1% life steal for every 5% health missing. Active: Slices a target within 300 range, dealing 40/65/80/95/110 + (0.6 AD x (1+%MissingHealth) physical damage. Resets auto attack timer. Cooldown: 2 E: Protector's Embrace/ Blade Storm: Dashes to an ally champion within 800 units, with 700 movement speed, ending in between them and the nearest visible enemy champion, and applying Empowered Vigor to them for 1/1.5/2/2.5/3 second(s). Mana Cost: 120/110/100/90/80 Cooldown: 8 Dashes 800 units at 700 movement speed. He deals 45/80/125/160/195 +(0.8 AD) +(0.5 AP) physical damage to the first target hit, and deals (1.0 AD) physical damage to all other targets hit. Applies on-hit affects on every second strike. Cooldown: 12 R: Acceptance: He comes comes to peace with himself for 20 seconds, entering a third form. This form has no resource bar, and all abilities are free. He has his peaceful set as his abilities, however, while they are on Cooldown, he can cast their Berserk Versions. For every peaceful spell currently usable, gains 10/15/20 Armor and magic resistance. For every Berserk ability currently usable, gains 10/15/20 AD. This is given in a 500 unit aura around him. Cooldown: 90/70/50