Hey guys, here's a champion concept I thought of one night and the ideas with that. There's also a short story attached if you're into the lore part.
Name: Atlas, Heart’s Defender
Health: 595 (+84 per level)
Secondary Bar: None
Attack Damage: 65 (+3 per level)
Armour: 34 (+3 per level)
Magic Resist: 30 (+1.5 per level)
Movement Speed: 340
Passive: Defender’s Conviction
Each time Atlas casts an ability, it grants him a boost of tenacity for the next three seconds. This can only occur once every few seconds and cannot stack (only refreshes).
Tenacity Boost: 5/10/15/20 (Lv1/6/11/16)
Passive Cooldown: 20/15/10/5 seconds (Lv1/6/11/16)
Q: Half-Hearted Strikes/Steel’s Blow
Half-Hearted Strikes: Atlas’ next two basic attacks within the next five seconds deal extra damage and apply special effects in addition to increased attack range. (Ability goes on cooldown after the five seconds)
Increased Damage: 20/35/50/65/80 +50% AD
Increased Range: 50 (Total 200 Attack Range)
First Basic Attack: Gains extra AD for the next five seconds
AD Gain: 10/20/30/40/50 +5 Bonus Armour
Second Basic Attack: Gains extra armour for the next five seconds
Armour Gain: 10/15/20/25/30 +5% Bonus AD
Cooldown: 9/8/7/6/5 seconds
Steel’s Blow: Gathering his strength into one swing, Atlas enhances the next basic attack to majorly slow the target for two seconds gaining the AD and Armour bonus from Half-Hearted Strikes as well as inflicting double Half-Hearted Strikes’ damage.
Increased Damage: 40/70/100/130/160 +80% AD
Cooldown: 9/8/7/6/5 seconds
W: Twin Shield Defender/Steelheart’s Defender
Twin Shield Defender: Atlas raises the two halves of his shields blocking all skill-shots from the left and right side of him for the next three seconds. In addition, he also gains damage reduction from all sources for the next three seconds as well. (Ability goes on cooldown after the three seconds)
Clarification: Imagine Twin Shield Defender being a smaller Braum E except two of them being on the left and right side of Atlas.
Cooldown: 11/10/9/8/7 seconds
Steelheart’s Defender: Having reforged the full shield, Atlas blocks all incoming skill-shots and gains damage reduction for the next three seconds before dashing (dash has a two second window), stopping at the first enemy champion hit stunning them and damaging them. (Units hit by the dash are dealt with half damage)
Damage Reduction: 25/30/35/40/45%
Damage: 50/90/130/170/200 +50% AD
Stun: 1.25/1.5/1.75/2/2.25 seconds
Cooldown: 10/9/8/7/6 seconds
E: Defender’s Rights/Defender’s Honour
Defender’s Rights: Atlas dashes to a targeted area pushing aside any enemy units caught in the dash range while giving him a small movement speed buff for the next two seconds.
Cooldown: 8/7/6/5/4 seconds
Defender’s Honour: Atlas dashes to a targeted area or ally pushing aside any enemy units caught in the dash while also restoring a tiny bit of health to both Atlas and his ally along with the small movement speed buff.
Dash Range: 575
Movement Speed Buff: 10/20/30/40/50%
Heal: 10/20/30/40/50 +4% of Shield’s Max HP
Cooldown: 8/7/6/5/4 seconds
Reforges the two broken halves into the original Steelheart shield, Atlas gains extra resistances and abilities for the next 12 seconds.
Resistances Increase: 15/30/45
A man riddled with conviction, Atlas, a lowly Demacian blacksmith came upon the power of Steelheart’s shield, a weapon belonging to an ancient Demacian war hero. Worn for wear and broken in half, Atlas repaired both halves of the shield but despite his efforts, could not reforge the two halves of the legendary weapon back together. Sensing the great grip of principle Atlas had towards others, the shield bestowed its power upon him in his greatest time of need and now Atlas wields the ancient weapon as a symbol of the great Defender, Steelheart himself, to defend those who are without honour and love.
Appearance: Atlas dons a light leather armour with a solid silver armour on top of it, much sleeker than a medieval knight’s. (Think of it like a scale armour except medieval styled). Atlas wears no helmet and wields each half of the Steelheart shield. The Steelheart shield is like a giant heart-shaped stainless steel shield, to put it easily. When he reforges the shield, he wields the full shield on his left arm.
“Tell me, who do you fight for?”
A staggered breath escaped his lips as air struggled to flee from his lungs. The musk of blood clouded his senses, the precious liquid splattered around his body. Leather kicked at him again, jolting his body to spray another splatter of blood from his mouth. Vision blurry, red and brown flooded his eyes, knowing he was surrounded by both blood and enemies.
“I fight,” he sputtered out, chest heaving with each breath he took. “for those whom I love.”
“Pathetic,” the rogue spat out, saliva making its mark into the ground before him. “For a Demacian citizen, you would expect to be more patriotic.”
“My country is not all strength and justice as it makes it out to be.”
“Demacia, the land of the strong and lawful, ain’t about strength and justice?” The rogue laughed, his mood changing from despicable to humorous, carelessly trampling about in the ruined field of death. Signalling some of his comrades to rightfully commandeer the resources of the nearby warehouse, he turned his attention back to the fallen figure. Shadow, dark as his soul, blocked the warmth of the sun from the injured man.
“So what’s ya story then? A man who’s got a broken back like you ain’t gonna live long anyway so tell away.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” the man said, regaining enough strength so his face wouldn’t be drowned in his own blood. “Someone like you has never had something to defend.”
“I defend my stash. My gold. Riches. Which will be a lot more after we leave this village and take all of it.”
Raising his head, millimetre by millimetre, he barely met the rogue’s eyes as the man spoke again. “I assure you, I won’t let that happen.”
The band of scoundrels laughed, cackling like the crackle of fire resonating from the houses that surrounded them. Blood swished beneath their feet as one even fell over.
“Listen ‘ere,” the leader spoke once again, crouching down to see the man’s hazy eyes. “Ya whole village is dead. Me and my men slaughtered each and everyone of them. Soon we’ll be off, celebrating our latest lootin’ and you’ll be left here for dead.”
Atlas drew another breath, savouring his words. “You didn’t save everyone. When two of your men came to the blacksmith I managed to take one of them out while the other fled. I was protecting a boy who had hid there and escaped on one of the horses in the back stables.”
Scoffing at the claim, the leader retained his crouching, staring at the gradually dying man. “Like hell you beat one of my guys. Look at ya now. Barely able to even hold yourself up and bleeding like a manic.”
Atlas only had few words to say next. “Ask your man with the green bandana wrapped around his arm. He was the one who fled.”
Hearing only departing footsteps, angry shouts and returning footsteps confirmed Atlas’ claim. Pulled into the sunlight, the rogue grabbed his collar, holding him up while the other hand held Atlas at dagger-point. Limbs limp, Atlas couldn’t even struggle against the rogue’s firm grip as bladed steel was menacingly placed before his eyes.
“Just who the hell are ya?! We’re the damn Rogue’s Gallery, most feared rogues throughout Valoran. Even all these years damn Demacia haven’ been able to catch us from each raid we do.”
Receiving no reply, a sharp pain shot through Atlas’ left cheek. The dagger had been sheathed for a more traditional use of force. Footsteps shuddered back as the men feared their leader, more so in respect for his rage.
“Tell me now!”
“My name is Atlas, and I am the one who defends.”
A gleaming shine of steel met the rogue’s face as he flew back, staggering into the arms of his men. Hunched, still grievously injured, Atlas clutched one half of a broken shield, it’s metal still shining despite the amount of bloodshed. Nursing the battered jaw, the Rogue’s Gallery drew their weapons threateningly. Swords, daggers and single metal mace lined Atlas’ now clear sight with the leader drawing his own twin daggers.
“You’re getting a quick death after that. No one wins against the Rogue’s Gallery.”
“You asked me who I fight for,” Atlas muttered, drawing the second half of the shield from his back, the metal echoing with a vibrant echo as it was unsheathed from its case. “I say again: I defend those whom I love.”
Light exploded as the two broken halves met, rippling shockwave of light blinding the rogues as all shuddered back in instinct. Eyes still blurry, whiteness revealed a standing figure, no longer injured, adorned in gleaming armour as the formerly broken weapon was now reforged together, radiating as a golden heart-shaped shield.
“You have slain many of those whom I love today… and I’ll defend their honour.”
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