[Champion Concept] Sierra, the Pack Leader
Hey all, an idea I got while reading the new Sion lore and stuck to it! Enjoy
Sierra, the Pack Leader
Appearance: She stands at average height, brutish but not unlikable. Of course, she is not here for looks; having fought tooth and nail to get here, constantly sporting a scowl of disappointment. She is dressed in her own version of standard Noxian military attire, lightweight. She is not proud, nor excited to be a soldier. Cynical would be the best world to describe it. If she is, if she is proud of the things she has done on the battlefield then she is beyond redemption. But to reiterate, she is not. In her hands she holds a small slingshot, standard issue. It seemed pointless, she hated carrying it and it had near no combat application; but it was regulation and the lightest thing they had.
Behind her, though, stands her weapons of choice: three wolves all of rugged and strong pedigree. A brown wolf, Alfa, the ruthless of the bunch, he is covered in scars and patches of fur. A sliver wolf, Luna, smooth and silken, her eyes are always mysterious. And a black wolf, Lud, broad and top sided, he is sizable, the most fit for battle but remains content. To strangers they are nothing but lethal, killer beasts of war. But to Sierra, they are all that is drawn between both service and family.
Lore: Dark, head throbbing. Above is the swirling of wind, a strong howl. Behind her, low chatter between two or more... Maybe. A large bird crows somewhere far in the distance. The dirt beneath her is bitter, sour. Blood. Not hers; it has been dried into the rocks and sand for ages.
The blindfold was torn off, Sierra found her faculties quickly. Her hands and feet were bound. On the ground she lay. It was dark beneath her blind not only because of the black cloth but the cover of night. The only light came from behind, the flickers of torches and lanterns. From the glow, she could see the sand is painted with dried blood, splattered everywhere, extending like a spider-web into the darkness. The rough silhouette of a structure takes shape against the purple sky… Pillars. Rows, no seats, an auditorium. No, they rowed all around her, and descended to her position. She was in a wide, flat pit. She has seen this place before…
No… They can’t, no this can’t be real! In academy there were rumors that this arena, “the Fleshing” it was called, rumors that it was still used. Privately though, in secret. Public executions were halted by the leagues injection, but to those deemed “enemies of the state”, a different story.
The clicking of boots against the sand, there are… two of them? Three maybe?
“To your feet cadet!” the guard ordered, followed by a swift kick to her stomach. It felt like a fat pit dislodged itself, rattling down; wanting to vomit. *Strength… Strength. Calm nerves... * “To your feet!!!” another kick, followed by the guard reaching down, she saw the sheen of the metal knife against the flame of the torch glinted just past her eyes.
A tug at her feet, the ropes cut. A tug at her wrists… The ropes shear, and in a moment of freedom she sprung to life. He is behind, leaning over to cut the knife. Torch bearer is over there, so if I just…
She jumps, swinging her legs over his head and doing a full flip and in turn pushing him to the ground. Now to find a-
Whack!
The loud sound rang in her ears, a torch was swung like a club by its owner and connected, leaving a burning sensation along with the pain shooting through her ear and down her jaw. Whack! Another hit connected along the bridge of her back as she was brought down again. “Weak. You are weak! Tell us the truth, Sierra!” The voice, familiar. A teacher of hers, no… The headmaster general of the military academy.
“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I-“, She cried out, for there is only so much pain a youth’s body can tolerate, her pleas silenced before kicked again, then again unendingly.
“If you do not have anything to prove here, general, then-“ An unfamiliar voice, low and dark. “No I do! Just say it! Say it Sierra!” The headmaster make a quick few steps to kick her himself, his boot grinding her face to the gravel.
“There is nothing for me to say! Please I've done nothing wrong! Please!”
All assault on her was halted.
“Cadet Sierra, my name is Jericho Swain.”
Grand General… Her body froze.
“Your headmaster of the academy said you were the subject of rumors. Unspeakable things, which would deem both you and your parent enemies of the state. Is this true?” His voice was stern, rugged with age. He was neither antagonizing her nor welcoming, the most neutral she has ever heard a man speak.
“I, no sir. They are not true… Please you have to believe me!” Reduced to pleading, her life was unravelling before her eyes.
“I wish I could. But these accusations have been backed by a lack of substantial evidence to support your claim. The investigation into your case has already concluded.” Swain stood up from behind her and left; she never even saw his face. The brushing of gravel between the feet of guards and headmasters and a crutch all slowly fade to the distance.
The rattling of chains, heavy and loud. All around her she could hear them drag against the walls as the gates were opened. Sierra neither heard nor saw them, the light of the torch instead sat somewhere off in the stands. A red glint flashed out of the corner of her eye, she turned and it disappeared. Then again, it dragged her wildly, constant.
Then blue, second pair apeared, mirroring the red eyes. But these were... Different, Occasionally Sierra could see the flash of light, just so faint, somewhere behind her. They were all slowly closing in, circling, circling...
Ffffhhh... Ffffhhh... Ffffhhh... Heavy warm breaths fuffed on her neck, making her jump.
They're right on top of me... She didn't know what to think. She was to afraid to be thinking about dying, and to disciplined to panic.
Finally it all stopped, she stared: deep red eyes. They exchanged glances like old friends or new enemies. They stood about ten feet away, at about her shoulders.
"Strike!", Someone off to the right shouted, yet their was no response. Just more movements among shadows.
"STRIKE DAMMIT!!!"
** Cra-cra-cracracracra-crash! **
Thick, vivid bolts of lightning lashed out around her, she was absolutely stunned. They leashed out, literally, connecting with her three pursuers: massive, powerful wolf beasts. Each one different, silver and black and red. Around their necks clamped heavy metal collars, massive bars protruding where the bolts of lightning clung.
The shock sent cries of pain from the wolves like no other, but they stood firm. The bolts of magic eventually faded, only to be resummoned, repeating the process. *Crash! crying, still. Crash! crying, still. *
The splash of gravel can be heard by the torchlight, followed by footsteps. "Dam, infernal beasts! I'll do it myself if I need to!" The ball of lightning generated from his hands, revealing it was the headmaster. ** Crash! Crash! Crash! **
They each glowed with a purple hue, such a shock nearly fatal. Sierra could only see between the bright flashes, but he was quickly making footing toward them all... Crash! Just outside reach... Crash! He produces a dagger... Crash!
the last bolt was the final one to connect. From some, unbeatable strength, all three sprang. The silver wolf immediately disappeared, blinking behind the general in a white flash of snow. It chomped down hard on his arm, disabling him from casting his spell again as he cried out. Next the large, black wolf reared up and leaped, tackling the mage to the ground, pinning him. Finally, the red wolf joined the others, charging on top of the pile as the headmaster was absolutely shredded, firing out the lightning spell again and again at the sky or anywhere else wildly, trying to control the beasts. Their assault ended slowly as another victim was lost to this arena.
The three wolves slowly circled her, before laying at her feet. A torch in the distance hobbled toward them, Swain and his torchbearer returning to see the result of the fight proper. All three wolves rose to attention, on guard.
"That was quite the display, Sierra."
"Wha... What do you mean? What are these dogs here for! Why is this happening!" her voice cracked.
"These are Northern Dire Wolves, captured many years ago and held in captive. They do not respond to our attempts to tame them, and have killed many a handler. Eventually the project was abandoned. But you... Have extraordinary talent. As the rumors may go..."
She shuttered, breathing in hard. "Sir, it's... I-"
"It's not you, it was your mother. From the Freljord, I mean. And her and your father became romantic... leading to the eventual you. But at the time this was unheard of, and still is; you are. I personally read over the falsified papers, they were good but not good enough and lead to the paper trail all the way to the school. Sierra, I know everything."
Sierra was astonished; a kind of fear that you feel when you have been beaten. "I, it was my life long dream to serve, sir, but the academy didn't accept me until late, because I was not strong enough. But now..."
"Quiet. Starting tomorrow, you are beginning specialized training with these three, under my wing. You will begin stealth training once your military career begins, and act as your own unit. Your records will be expunged. Your family history will be wiped. Am I understood cadet?"
She surprised at his reaction, but appreciated his generosity. "Yes, grand general sir. But... My family? You said-"
He began to leave, she followed behind. "Yes, wiped. Your mother and father have been proven now enemies of the state, and will be incriminated for their actions. Is that all?"
She remained silent.
He somehow marched ahead of her, at the gateway to the arena. His hand fell on the lever, and the gate slammed shut behind him, locking her in. "Wait, wait!" she called out on deft ears.
"Until your quarters are arranged and they can be moved, you will be staying here. Now I have wasted to much time on such small affairs, I bid you night."
She stayed at the gate all night, surrounded by massive beasts for comfort. They took to her quickly, and within a few weeks were right at home. Within a few months, she was training field stealth tactics to feral wolves. Within a year, she was the mystery girl who danced and dined with wolves, cracking jokes like old buddies. Within a few years, they were family.
Stats: 340 (+80 per level) HP 5 (+0.5) Hp Regen. 230 (+55) Mana 4 (+0.7) Mana regen. 49(+3) AD 6.25 (+2%) Attack Speed 14 (+3) Armor 30 (+0) Magic resist 325 movement speed 475 attack range (Ranged)
Gameplay: Sierra is a physical damage fighter, but knows there power in numbers. With her are her three trusted wolves, Alfa, Luna, and Lud, who have been her lifelong companions and attack squad. With them, she has high amounts of early damage, which scales late game into either a well-timed all-in assailant for high damage or a strong bruiser.
Her primary damage is based around her Q, Among the Pack. Allowing her to reposition and maintain footing. Her W can be used with high utility, slowing enemies from escaping or catching, considering she has a low base movement speed and attack range. Her E completes her kit for a strong stealth character that relies on her stealth for strong initiates or escapes, which makes her hard to catch even when on cooldown. Finally, her ult can be used many ways, most importantly as a strong initiation tool or combo tool for teammates, and provides strong synergy.
All wolves have a leash range of 1000, and can be ordered what to do using her abilities; only Sofia is able to target them, similar to Azir Turret before summoned, or a Syndra ball. Wolves that leave this range or if Sofia leaves range of the wolf, they will walk back to her and are unusable until they fully return to her. Wolves do not provide vision.
Each wolf has an attack damage of 6(+5 per level) (+20% bonus AD) and an attack speed of 0.65. Wolves have a movement speed of 300, which is only relative to how quickly they return to Sierra. Wolves prioritize Sofia’s auto attack targets, otherwise will attack enemies within a 100 unit circle with Sofia’s target>enemy champs> minions. Wolves do not auto attack while following Sofia.
Passive: Surround and Conquer Sierra and her wolves deal 10% more damage to enemies in between Sofia and any of her wolves.
Q: Among the Pack 65 Mana 8/ 7/ 6/ 5/ 4 Cooldown Skillshot range 600, Vector Skill circle range 550 Sierra orders one of her wolves to charge in a straight line, dealing 60/ 100/ 140/ 180/ 220(+40% bonus AD) physical damage. Wolves stop on colliding enemy champions. Each wolf has unique effects:
- Alfa: once he lands or hits an enemy champion he will continue to attack for 15(+30% bonus AD) in a wide but short cone over 2 seconds, during which time he cannot move.
- Luna: deals 50% of the total damage instead as magic damage. If and when she returns, she teleports immediately to Sierra.
- Lud: knock’s enemies’ aside briefly (less than 0.25 seconds).
Wolves remain in target area, and can now attack. If Sierra casts Among the Ranks on a stationary wolf, it becomes a vector-targeted skillshot (Similar to Viktor E) and will be cast from that location instead, not using one of the wolves following her. If Sierra casts it on herself, all wolves walk back to her and follow her again. [Wolves must be within cast range to use on them. The range is not accounted if she casts it on herself, all wolves will just return to her. The color of the icon changes between red-brown (Alfa), silver (Luna), and grey-black (Lud) to represent which wolf will charge when attached to her: always Alfa, Luna, and then Lud. No matter which are attached her she will always cast them in the same order, unless targeting an individual wolf that is already out on the battlefield.
Example: Sierra has all three of her wolves following her, and Casts Among the Pack, sending Alfa in a strait line. Next time she casts Among the pack: it can either be at Alfa, who then will dash in a vector-targeted skillshot, it will be Luna, who is next in line following her and will just be a skillshot, or cast it on herself and Alfa will return to her.]
W: Snarl! 30/ 35/ 40/ 45/ 50 Mana 12 second Cooldown 30^Degree cone, 250 range each Sierra and all her wolves shout loudly, dealing 70/ 120/ 170/ 220/ 270 magic damage and slowing enemies by 60% for 1.25 seconds. If two or more snarl’s overlap, enemies are silenced for 0.5 seconds. Wolves attached to Sofia only count once, do not make more than one cone.
E: Move into Position 100 Mana 24/ 22/ 20/ 18/ 16 Second cooldown Passive: Upon leaving the sight range of an enemy champion, Sierra gains 40% movement speed for 0.25/0.5/0.75/1/1.25 seconds. This does not apply for wards or minions. Active: Sierra and all wolves become stealthed for 0/ 1/ 2/ 3/ 4 seconds, +1 second per wolf following her. Her next Among the Pack has additional effect based on the wolf charging:
- Alfa: Shreds 15% of enemies’ hit armor.
- Luna: Instead of 50%, all of the damage dealt is magic damage.
- Lud: Does not stop on first enemy champion hit
Additionally, if Sierra leaves the leash range of any of her wolves while she is stealthed, they will remain stealthed as they return to her, not to reveal her position.
R: Search and Destroy 100 Mana 120/110/100 second cooldown 850 Range All of Sierra and the wolf pack converge on target location, each dealing 20/ 40/ 60(+30% bonus AD) physical damage along the way, dragging enemies 100-units. Enemies hit by more than wolf take 50% damage beyond the first. Additionally, 100/200/300(+50% bonus AD) physical damage is dealt at the target location in a 400-range circle. Enemy turrets are dealt damage as well. Max damage: 150/ 300/ 450 (125% bonus AD) [Wolves do not apply their own “unique” effect with this, all four simply dash to target and deal damage. Second hit, the AoE of damage does not apply with the 50% damage reduction.]
Bonus Catagory! The Plane of glass flickered, the old hex-projector slowly reeled through the film.
On the screen, two armies of Demacia and Noxus slowly marched toward eachother, soldiers at the ready. Katarina could hear shouts of soldiers from just over the ridge. "Men! We fight here now! Your lives, your strength an honor are at stake! Do not die in Vayne!" She shouted, followed by a swell of rally cries from thousands of men behind her.
Outside of the film, Katarina laughed. This old production of her was pretty good, one of her favorites. Adding that little pun about House Vayne was improv, but worked for the script so they kept it.
Slowly the two armies charged at each other...
Kat held the popcorn up at her lips in anticipation.
Ding-Dong!
She slumped into her couch. Dammit, she thought. *It's, Hallowing, isn't it? Right at the good part... *She flicked of the projector. Slowly she rose from the comfort of her seat, dragging the bowl of candies along with her. Click, click... click of the locks. Just barely she got the door open before-
BARK-BARK-TRICK-BARK-OR-BARK-TREAT-BARK-BARK-BARK!!!
Kat was practically thrown from the doorway, candies thrown everywhere. In the open door stood Sierra, dressed in a green spandex garb and tights, along with a pointed feather hat and cheap plastic bow. Behind her stood Luna, dressed in a baby blue dress and long blonde wig, with matching tiara, who was jumping with excitement like a child. Then their was Alfa, wearing an appropriately sized Letterman jacket and sunglasses with a cord to wrap around his head. Finally, Lud looked like he jumped through a chandelier, with small bits of bread tied to his feet. "I, uh, sorry Kat! Luna got really happy and..."
She brushed the small candies off her, sitting up. "No, no its... It's fine. Just take your candy and-"
"Is that The Battle for our Hearts your watching! Oh my gerrrrrr-" Sierra joked, and Kat slammed the door in her face with her foot. Their was a cold glow from the door, starting to shape a series of hexagons... A snowflake. In an instant, Luna blinked through the door, still leaping and jumping and dancing about her apartment, to Kat's anger. Kat wound up and pounced, only to have the big dog blink further down into the home, still leaping like a bull and snorting with happiness.
Sierra cracked the door, "Luna?" She whispered through. Luna barked back; Sierra kicked the door open and the silver wolf did a running jump into her arms, "Luna! Don't do that, that's rude..." as the rest of the gang slowly walked their way in. "This is a nice place you go here Kat!"
Kat jumped, trying to catch them but they were all to quick, to spread out. Alfa was digging up the couch while Lug was raiding the pantry, carrying a plate or three in his mouth and another on the plate on his back. Luna and Sierra were sitting in the old rocking chair in the back, tossing up candies between eachother and catching them in their mouths. "Sooommph What do you do around here for fun?"
"Fun!? I don't tear up my couch for fun if thats what he thinks!" Kat sprang on top of Alfa, but couldn't move the wolf. In the corner, Lud was neck deep in tomorrows dinner, a chicken roast, and had already eaten several pies and whatever else she had on reserve. "No, no no no, you all have to leave!"
Everyone but Kat grunted, snorted, sneezed, and laughed at the joke, then continued what they were doing. "So, Lud wanted to know your thoughts on Warwick? Is he a person? Is he a dog? Who is the mystery!?"
Kat blew the hair out of her face as she struggled to pull the plates from Lud, then gave him an oddball look; he groaned. "He, Warwick's a weirdo that doesn't know when to gank. But I can't complain; No... We can't get off topic now can you all please leave!"
Sierra got up from her seat, Luna as well. "Okay guys... We got a bunch of other houses on the block and unkle Swain has Grand-General sized bars!" and they all rejoiced. One by one, they trotted out of the wide open front door.
Kat was still frazzled from the whole event. In the corner was a neat pile of clean plates. One of the couch cushions was torn up but the rest of the house was relatively okay. She plopped herself back to the comfy seat, flicked on the hex-projector.
*"Katarina, I... This battle has been raging on for to long! We must-" Garen shouted over the war cries of battle. "Garen, I... Never noticed your strong muscles... and such large shoulder Patrons!"
She chomped down the popcorn, finishing her cheesy romance movie.
Unique Interactions and Quotes:
Joke: Sierra acts surprised when all wolves following Sierra begin sniffing around her, then back off and grunt "Flees? I don't have any flees!" "What? What wet dog smell?" "No, I don't have any treats for you!" If she has no no wolves following her she will instead say "Flees? I don't... This joke is funnier with a crowd!"
Taunt: Sierra aims her slingshot and fires. Any wolf attached to her howls. "Hey, heads-up!" Lee Sin: "Better watch out!" Sion: "Oi' dogmeat!" Swain: Hey birdbrain!" Urgot: "Heads-up crab-legs!" Warwick/ Nasus: "Sorry bro, but three's head's are better than one!" Infernal Nasus while his Ult is active: "Well, I guess you got me. Hmmf."
Dance: All wolves following her harmonize as she dances "the twist". She will still dance even if alone.