Annabelle the Mechanical Marvel Part 1 + Abilities

(None of this is official and is just a suggestion story.)

"Tell me a story."

"Which one would you like?"

"Tell me of the Tinkerer and the Fairy!"

"Then promise me you'll go to bed right after."

"I promise!"

The mother gently tucked her child into the soft bed, lined with bundles of hay. She plucked a single strand out, and spread it apart. She split it right down the middle, too fast for the child to see what her mother did. Where empty air should have been inside of a hollow strand of hay, instead was home to a light being birthed from the already split fragments of what was formerly a strand of the bed.

"Now look inside. What do you see?"

"It looks like a cloud!"

Such was the power of a childish imagination. Her mother smiled, and split her lips. Instead of mist, a story began to swirl, surrounding the child and mother. They closed their eyes. The sound of soft metal clinking filled the air, and the smell of dirty oil proliferated. The mother began to fill the air.

Long ago, in a cottage in the woods, far away from the nearest trading town, there lived a wizened old man. He was bald, with a halo of white wispy hair that flung itself around at the slightest breeze. He had a magnificent beard that was also shock white, and indeed, it was white because he had shocked himself. He was an inventor, someone who created marvelous new ideas and put them forth into reality. His job was filled with toiling hours of hard work, both mental and physical, and required the precision of a hummingbird striking the heart of a flower. Yesterday, he would toy with the idea of building an electric gun, improving on the design that had shocked him 20 years previous. Tomorrow, he would plan to build a beautiful eternally moving sculpture. Today, he wanted to build something different. He wanted to build something that was not only a mechanical marvel, but also a marvel of nature. He wanted to build something with a soul.

The tinkerer had planned to create a mechanical servant at first. However, that idea was scrapped when he thought about the trouble enslaving a mechanical counterpart with its own sentience might bring. He thought of a variety of ideas. A kitten, a dog, even a massive mechanical bull, and a strange creature with a crystal tongue and frills atop its head he once saw in a dream. Every idea was rejected. The scale of each project was massive, and simply building a non-living version of those machines would take at least a week. He thought of smaller things. A leprechaun. A talking mushroom. He entertained the idea of a mouse, or perhaps an insect? He shook his head at each of those prospects, muttering "preposterous," deciding to go on a walk instead.

He put on a brown jacket, hanging down to his knees, and strutted purposefully with a frown on his face. He opened the wooden door, with a black-iron handle and hinges of the same material, and swung it open, walking out into the forest surrounding his home. A small path of dirt and dust was beaten down, with a mobile contraption he had devised that smacked the ground repeatedly at high intervals with great force. This had destroyed plant life, and compacted the dirt into a comfortable path that he walked down. Along the way, he glanced at glowing lights and breathing plants, but none of them seemed to give him an idea. Suddenly, a dazzling sparkle flew across his line of sight. His head whipped from left to right as he followed it with his eyes, and realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and matched the sparkle of what he had just seen.

"I will make a fairy!" he exclaimed. The tinkerer jumped, and ran back towards his cottage, coat flapping with the speed of his running. He slammed the door, locked it shut, and sat down and began to work. The soft sounds of a precise hammer onto a narrow icicle-shaped rod onto a lump of metal could be heard, clink clink clink, along with occasional mumblings of how expensive metals were to buy nowadays. He took tiny gears, metal plates, and pieces of jewels, and put them all into his newest work. He worked all day and all night. After the moon had begun to vanish in the light of a bashful sun filtering light into his cottage, he took a step back.

A beautiful figurine made of carefully fitted gears and screws, touched with a mark of true craftsmanship, shined in the soft, glowing sunlight. Its wings had a soft ticking quality that sounded similar to a heartbeat. The legs and arms were slender, and a hand was outstretched, almost as if it was trying to grab reality to bring itself to life. The face was silent, but seemed as if it was just sleeping, and could wake up at any second. The man admired his work, adjusting it in the light in different angles so that a band of shining reflection would strike the fairy at different locations. He forgot all about making a moving statue, and continued to work on the fairy.

Upon finishing, the fairy began to move around, and the tinkerer yelped with delight. His invention was capable of moving, but he knew it wasn't alive yet. Something crucial was missing. He carefully caught the flying fairy and stopped its movements. Moving into his bedroom, he pulled a book in his bookshelf. He chuckled, remembering how it took him five days to build such a simple contraption. The bookshelf slid towards the side, revealing a tunnel that went into the ground. He grabbed a lantern on his nightstand, lit the lantern, and walked into a dark earthen tunnel.

The fairy, standing on the tinkerer's desk, still basked in a warm sunlight, light dancing off of the figure, shining with warmth. There was no such warmth with the tinkerer now. Cold air blew against him, and he clutched the coat he was still wearing from his walk, desperate for any warmth to be found in the cold cave. A soft bluish-purple glow could be visible past the tinkerer. He walked faster still, until he reached his destination. Beautiful, purple crystals lined the chamber he had just walked into, emitting a cold light that bathed the entire cave into light. The tinkerer marveled at the shining crystals, looking around the massive cave, looking for a small crystal. One that could fit the fairy. One that could pump the essence of life into the empty beautiful figurine.

A tiny little gemstone was nestled inside of two rocks. He took one careful look, and pulled it out. It came loose quite easily, almost as if it was intentionally made easy to remove. The tinkerer walked back into his bedroom, and pushed the bookshelf back into its original spot. With a giant CLANG, the bookshelf was locked back into place. He carefully made his way over to the fairy, opened the fairy's chest, and placed the gemstone into where a fairy's heart should be. He closed the fairy's chest and prayed.

A gentle buzzing filled the air. The fairy twirled around and danced in the air, like it was a leaf blowing in the autumn wind. The wings flapped about, still whirring around, carrying the fairy toward the tinkerer. The man cried with joy, and called the fairy. The fairy, intrigued, settled onto the tinkerer's desk, and faced the tinkerer.

"What is your name?" The fairy chimed, a soft purple glow illuminating her now wide open eyes. Her voice had a mechanical quality to it, as was to be expected by a mechanical fairy. It had a mystical quality to it as well, perhaps derived from the gemstone in her chest.

"My name is not important. What is important is that you know that I am an inventor, and a tinkerer. I fix and create all sorts of things, and I just created you!" The tinkerer cried. "I've done it! I've done it! I'm so glad!"

"What is my name then?" The fairy asked, almost as if challenging her creator's assertion. Her now living eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your name shall be Annabelle."

The cottage, the tinkerer, and the fairy dissolved in form and color, and slowly formed a shapeless mist. It flowed around, revealing the silhouette of a woman and a child. As the mist dissolved, the mother rested her hand onto her now sleeping daughter's head.

"Sweet dreams, Daphna."

Now onto the champion kit.

Annabelle, the Mechanical Marvel, is a mage champion. She focuses on supporting others, or herself, to victory through the use of weaving her passive among her abilities.

Starting stats: Health: 516 (+60 per level) Health regen: 5 (+.5 per level) Attack damage: 52 (+1.9 per level) Armor: 25 (+4 per level) Magic Resist: 28 (+1 per level) Attack Speed: 0.6 (+1.4% per level) Movement Speed: 350 Range: 550

Abilities:

Passive: Gemstone Heart

Annabelle's abilities on allied champions and herself grant a shield of 5-60(+25% AP) health for 1 second. After the shield is destroyed, or reaches the end of its duration, it detonates, dealing 1-18(+5% AP) damage to all enemies, and healing that amount to all allies, and increasing the armor and magic resistance of all allies in the detonation range by (2-5% AP) for 3 seconds, growing with each level. If an ally is to receive another shield from Gemstone Heart before a previous shield is destroyed naturally, it will be instantly destroyed and be replaced by the new shield.

Q - Autonomous motion Cooldown: 20/18/16/14/12 seconds Cost: 80/85/90/95/100 mana Range: 450

Annabelle targets an enemy or allied champion. She can then fling them up to 200 units in any direction. Enemies are knocked up for the duration of the fling. If an ally was flung, they gain 30/35/40/45/50% +(2% AP) decaying movement speed for 2 seconds. If an enemy is flung, upon landing, they are flung down with force, dealing 40/50/60/70/80 +(40% AP) magic damage in an area, slowing all enemies in area by 25% for 1 second.

W - Razor Wings Cooldown: 6/5.5/5/4.5/4 seconds Cost: 50 mana Range: 800

Annabelle's wings' gears spin extremely fast, generating razor sharp winds in target location that hover in the air for 3 seconds, dealing 10/20/30/40/50 +(10% AP) magic damage per second. She can then redirect these winds to slice through enemies. Each enemy that is sliced will be dealt 40/50/60/70/80 +(60% AP) (75% AD), and will bleed for 15/30/45/60/75 +(25% AP) (50% AD) over 3 seconds.

E - Glitter Dash Cooldown: 15/13/11/9/7 seconds Cost: 60 mana Range: 400

Annabelle dashes towards cursor, displacing enemies and stunning them for 0.5 seconds. She leaves behind three glittering bulbs in her path, which will all explode after 1 second, dealing 50/70/90/110/130 +(40% AP) magic damage to enemies caught in the explosion, while launching themselves in the air. After 1 second, the bulbs will land and explode, dealing an additional 50/70/90/110/130 +(40% AP) magic damage and knocking up enemies for 0.5 seconds. Each bulb that knocked up an enemy will desiccate the land and have a delayed explosion of 1 second, dealing an additional 50/70/90/110/130 +(70% AP) damage and stunning enemies for 1 second that are in the individual zone. Enemies can only take damage from bulbs once every 0.2 seconds.

R - Gift of Life Cooldown: 150/125/100 Cost: 100 Mana Range: 600

Annabelle fires a ring of pure energy radiating in all directions. When it passes through an enemy champion, it displaces them and deals 60/120/180 +(15% AP) magic damage. When it passes through an ally, it heals them for 40/80/120 +(25% AP) health. Once it reaches the outer perimeter, a zone of magic essence that follows Annabelle will be established, and waves of energy will pulse from Annabelle for 2/3/4 seconds, applying Gemstone Heart to all allies and slowing enemies by 10% +(4% AP)% for 1 second.

The reason W is worded so that bulbs can only damage enemies once every 0.2 seconds is to prevent excess damage from multiple bulbs hitting enemies.

I understand that the damage and utility would be too high in actual gameplay, but that can be tweaked if it ever reaches real gameplay.

I got the image off of Google images, and I imagine Annabelle to be lacking in the seperate stomach segment. Instead, she has a fully metal torso with a chest cavity where you can see the gemstone glow, and her face isn't a mask. She also has a metallic wig as her hair. The rest of it is pretty on point.