History Characters / HeroesOfNewerthAgility

The star-born celestial known as Andromeda is a stranger to Newerth. With no memory of her home or her people, she is driven merely by an innate sense that the Hellbourne are vile and the mortal inhabitants of Newerth innocent. Her powerful dimensional magic allows her to bring destruction to the daemons or strength to her new-found allies.

It is said that for every fear and phobia that afflicts Man and Beast alike, there is a daemon waiting to be born. Arachna -- chittering, skulking, crooked and wicked -- spawns from the fear of spiders. Protected by a chitinous exoskeleton as strong as cold iron, she stalks, and traps, and slaughters her enemies.

He looked down at the gear that the Engineer had salvaged from the dig. It was amazing how much destructive power the Ancients could pack into something so small. He oiled the barrels of the gun, loaded the rockets in their launchers and strapped them down to his back. He lit his cigar and strode towards the battlefield. Let those demons have their electricians - they don't stand a chance against this new breed of soldiers raining death from above - Artillery!

Among the Beast Tribes of Newerth a Great Race is held in the savannahs each year. The winner joins their Queen in the battle against the Hellbourne. Many types of warriors compete, some rely on strength, some stealth, and others use speed and cunning. The Grand Champion is the vulpinoid master of velocity - Blitz! Now the Hellbourne daemons must hide to survive, for they certainly cannot run!

Although the Hunters were members of the Beast Horde in its war against the humans, they always preferred the darkness to the light, and were won over to the Hellbourne with the promise of human blood. They are led by the traitor Blood Hunter, a swift and deadly warrior who feeds on the blood of his enemies and heals with horrifying speed.

In the northeast reaches of the Rulian Marsh exist a tribe that have fought hard for a place to call their own. However there are those who leave the marsh, sometimes by choice, but most times by force. Bushwack is a hunter that has been living on his own for years. Ostracized from his tribe at a young age for tampering with the technology of an abandoned Dwarven village. Considered to be bad voodoo by the tribal elders, such interactions with the strange machinery was not only forbidden but punishable by exile. Bushwack pleaded with the elders saying that it is foolish to not use the power of one of their greatest foes, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. So he parted ways with his people in order to pursue his passions. Now he is one of the most feared hunters of the southern parts of Death's Cradle, using his troll cunning and dwarven ingenuity, to eliminate foes from great distances. Even though he works alone he is steadfast in the protection of his home and has aligned himself with the Helbourne who are also enemies of the Dwarves. Meeting the Electrician and Dr. Repulsor cemented his belief that the only way for his people to survive in these changing times is through harnessing technology, and leaving the voodoo behind.

The greatest inventors of the Human Legion dreamed of making an army of machine warriors to spare humans the bloody cost of war. Only one was ever created, for no one could ever find a way to quicken him. When the Hellbourne fed a stolen soul into its mechanical shell, they brought the Chronos to life and gained the benefit of this artificial monster's mastery over time itself.

Having traded Sol's sacred flame for the potent and unholy energy of the Hellbourne, the Corrupted Disciple is now little more than a battery of black magic. He unleashes this fell sorcery in many forms, some to his benefit but all to the agony of those around him.

In the darkest days of the war, when starvation stalked the land, it is said that some men turned to eating the flesh of the dead -- and then, the flesh of the living. Perhaps that is the origin of Dampeer, a monster who feeds on the lifeforce of his foes, spreading terror before his tattered wings, his pants the only remnants of his humanity.

The ancient guardian arose, stirred from his centuries of slumber by the cries of help from its creator - the Worldtree. He slowly shook the treasure loose from his scales and took flight - The Demons would soon find that even they could burn in the flames of Draconis, the Great Wyrm.

* DraconicHumanoid: Dragoness looks much more humanoid than Draconis' male avatars, looking like a scaled human woman, with only her wings and lower limbs being fully draconic.
* NavelDeepNeckline: Dragoness' scales are arranged in such a way that shows the entirety of her cleavage and the middle of her stomach.

From a lost scout's journal: This visage of a great horned beast, imposing in stature and ornately bejeweled, descends to us a representative of an unknown druidic sect of beasts. At his behest lesser creatures of the forest fall under command, and when his bow is raised a foe shall fall.

The Engineer is a man driven by more than mere eccentricity. Once a humble, hard-drinking builder in the Legion, he came to master all manner of machines. Wielding a blunderbuss of his own design and hoisting ale and a veritable armory on his back, he is a strange but impressive sight on the battlefield.

For years, the Beasts told of a twisted man-thing that stalked them through the Rulian marshes, leaving a trial of corpses in his wake. The humans dubbed him "Flint Beastwood" -- playing on his flint-lock firearms and his residence in the Beasts' forests. Fast to draw, fast to kill, fast to laugh about the deed, Flint has now spread his carnage beyond the marshes to wherever he can find the Legion.

Once a woodland huntress who captured the hearts of countless men, the Forsaken Archer was taken against her will and slain by a spurned suitor. As she lay dying she forged a terrible pact with the daemons who discovered her broken body. Now, rather than hearts it is souls she captures, wielding them as weapons. Atop the skeletal remains of a beast she once hunted, the forsaken archer rains terror upon any who stand in her path.

While fire and ice are typically conflicting elements which negate each other, they are harnessed as one in Gemini. A powerful elemental creature bathed in frost and ember, Gemini confuses foes as contradiction incarnate. Few know - and yet fewer understand - Gemini's origins, but it has been rumored that he is actually a fusion of two separate entities.

For many years, stories have been told in Newerth of a place where unimaginable creatures live in perpetual darkness known as the Great Rift. Many on Newerth have attempted to commune with this place of power and Valreia the Riftwalker is one of the few who is known to have succeeded. Since the Hellbourne enlisted her help in the war against the Legion, rifts have been opening in various parts of Newerth and a great creature has made its way through. Even in the darkness of the Great Rift, there's terror and this creature known only as Grinex is the embodiment of fear. Trapped in a strange new world, this evil power seeks the Riftwalker, as she represents his only chance to escape from this wretched land. Using the Great Rift's power should not be taken lightly and this mere human has grown arrogant. Her time grows short as Grinex approaches from the shadows!

All he had known, all he had loved-- killed by the wild beasts. He could hear his own screams echoing in his ears as he dropped to his knees and drew his blade. Driven by madness, he began to carve a cursed symbol into his own flesh. Pain was forgotten and only revenge filled his mind. Soon, the symbol was complete and, bathed in his own rage-filled blood, a bargain was struck. The warrior's wish would be granted. He would be given the power that he so desired and the opportunity to exact his revenge. The now-cursed warrior was given two hell-forged firearms and was reborn as Gunblade, Hell's Ranger. Once a Lawman, now the Sheriff of the Damned.

All rejoice! Klanx is here, the most diabolical villain to ever grace the world of Newerth! No other minds can comprehend his genius, and even heroic eyes can barely gaze upon his rugged visage without collapsing in admiration. Forget Tork the Engineer and his inferior intellect and supposed ingenuity. Klanx swaggers across the battlefield equipped with the latest and greatest weaponry--which he built, of course--as well as a full supply of faithful lackeys and goons. Victories are his for the taking, and they should feel lucky to belong to such a stunning force of brilliant destruction.

Efficient and deadly, the Master of Arms dispatches his foes with blazing speed and pinpoint accuracy. With an arsenal rivaled by none he spreads chaos among his enemies while rallying his allies with his lust for battle.

Borne of bestial nobility and blessed with the gift of immortality from the fruit of the Sefir Tree, the Monkey King once wrought a burning trail of havoc that stretched from the mortal plane to the heavens before he was imprisoned for his actions. In an act of repentance, he earned his freedom by accepting the tutelage of Ophelia, who seared onto his forehead a golden seal to control his primal urges. Bound to his new mistress, the Monkey King begins his great journey with renewed strength and zeal.

The insectoid Moon Warriors never entered into the great war between Man and Beast, but when the Hellbourne threatened Newerth, their very queen emerged to lead her people against the daemons. With powers drawn from the moon and from the shared will of her hive, this strange creature is a mighty boon for the Legion.

Scurrilous rumors of unnatural parentage have haunted this proud, leonine warrior his entire life. He long served in the Beast Horde as a shadowy scout and assassin before taking on a comparable role in the new Legion. Wherever he came from, Night Hound is a welcome ally and a deadly foe.

The battle-hardened hunter of a hundred clashes first appeared on a dusky eve, a lone messenger and executioner to the Legion from vast desert wastes. Rumored to serve no one, and not unlike the very Sand Wraith he hunts, the Nomad's stern and offsetting demeanor has yet to gain him the trust of Legion soldiers. Nonetheless, his eagle-like reflexes and the swiftness with which he swings his gargantuan blade have made believers of heathens yet.

Legends long said that when the sirocco howls off the Great Waste, it is screaming of a Sand Wraith. In the past years, the legend has been borne out, as this ancient evil has glided through Newerth, leaving curses, confusion, and despair in his dusty wake.

Trained since youth to be swift, silent, and deadly, Scouts spend much of their lives deep in the wild, apart from their brethren. After the alliance with the Beast Horde, they learned yet more ways of the wild, and turned all their craft to defeating the Hellbourne. Though many view them as aloof, none doubt the importance of Scouts in the war against the daemons, as the countless enemy corpses, dead by a single blow, attest.

Only whispered of by those who dare to speak its name aloud. A blade forged by the daemons themselves in the pits of the abyss and tempered in the still-beating hearts of their enemies. Its tainted magic ensured that no one slain by the blade will ever find refuge in the light of Sol or the branches of the Tree of Life. Instead they will find themselves forever bound within its cold metal prison and giving shape to its infernal form. It is the Shadowblade, drinker of souls.

An orphaned child, Silhouette trained in the Hidden Village of the Scout, working hard towards her goal to become the greatest assassin in Newerth. Unlike her fellow scouts, she was loud, boisterous, and most of all, simply not stealthy. Yet what she lacked in subtlety was made up for with heart, attitude, and the ability to conjure a perfect mirror image of herself. Believe it!

The beavrels are a proud species, fiercely protective of their territory. Dangerous enough with tooth and tail, they have adapted to the daemon threat by forming the Lancer Brotherhood, led by the fearless Sir Benzington upon his loyal fearet Balric. His righteous lance was crafted for one purpose: piercing the very heart of the Hellbourne.

The Serpent of the Seventh Pit, feeder on the sick and the weak, was summoned forth in the last days of the war between Man and Beast. A cunning conniver and whisperer of false promises, Slither delights in suffering and despair.

The priests tell young men bound for the battlefield that if they fall, Elysian fields and peace awaits them. But this is not strictly true, not as long as the Soulstealer walks the battlefield. Gathering the spirits of those he kills in a bloody, shadowy sack, he augments his own power with their suffering. Those who see him quake in terror to know that death, for them, will be no release, but only a fiery captivity and oblivion.

** ''Demon Hand'' is a fairly thin area nuke with a fixed distance, unlike other spells which you can cast as near or as far as you'd like within its maximum range, ''Demon Hand'' will always hit a small area exactly 250/400/700 units in front of Soulstealer, on top of the 0.67s casting delay, forcing players to correctly estimate the distance between Soulstealer and his victim. On the other hand, since the three versions of ''Demon Hand'' do not share cooldown and deal bonus damage to an enemy hit by multiple ''Demon Hands'' in a row, a player that manages to land all of them is able to deal a huge 1140 magical damage at level 7 - enough to burst down most heroes at that point, to say nothing of being able to pull off improbable snipes against fleeing invisible heroes or enemies hiding in the fog of war with some good prediction.

The unique armor worn by this mysterious warrior is said to have been uncovered in the ruins of an ancient city. Whether the armor imbues the famed speed and pinpoint accuracy possessed by the warrior called Swiftblade, or whether he would be equally mighty without it, none can say.

* CriticalHit: ''Way of the Sword'', which gives Swiftblade a chance to deal bonus with his right-clicks. Its damage multiplier is one of the lowest in the game, but it compensates with a very high proc chance.

For centuries, the Ageless Oracle has been reborn at the peak of conflict to serve as the voice of the gods and share her visions with the mortals, but to never interfere.
Reborn after the Beast Bone Years as Tarot, a fortune teller who travels with her caravan of gypsies through the ravaged Forests of Caldavar, she foresaw the downfall of Maliken Grimm and the opening of The Scar but was powerless to stop it.

Now Tarot has visions of the destruction of the World Tree, and with full awareness of the doomed future of Newerth she cannot continue with mere divination. She must join the fight against the Hellbourne and tip fate, wavering on the precarious tip of destruction, toward life.

Wielding twin, scythe-like blades, the she-reaper known as the Dark Lady has moved through the Legion's ranks like a shadow of death. For soldiers seeking to buck up their courage, she is a punch-line: "Careful you don't find the Dark Lady," they joke to their carousing friend. But even these jokes are accompanied by a shudder. Swift and cold and lethal as the frozen winds off the steps, black as the cloud-choked night, she is no laughing matter.

No one knows for certain the identity of this masked and demented murderer. Some say he was confined for eons in the deepest pit of Hell, a villain so black at heart that even the Hellbourne treated him as a pariah, yet so deadly that they were forced to call upon him in their war with the Legion. Others say he is a man, just a man, but driven mad by the endless carnage he has witnessed.

Hellbourne corruption has spread across Newerth--and deep into it as well. From beneath the crusted depths emerges the carapaced undying horror that is Tremble, awakened to wreak havoc upon the Legion forces. Mysterious terrain deformations seem to herald his arrival, while a trail of corpses marks his path of departure.

The ancient sagas of the heathen north have long told to the tale of the battle-women known as Valkyries. For centuries, their ranks have thinned as the old ways have died out and civilization stretched its smothering hand over the frozen wilds. But some Valkyries still remain, cold and swift as the north wind, wielding their lances with expertise to rival the most veteran Legion warriors.

* ChainmailBikini: Her default, Trophy, Adkarna, and Legendary avatars are well-covered in armor,

Is the mighty Wildsoul a Beast who dreamed himself a Man, or a Man who dreamed himself a Beast? As much a bear as a human, this druidic warrior draws upon primordial woodland energies to strengthen himself and crush those who threaten the natural life of Newerth.

A riddler, a sage, and a lover of sweets, Zephyr sadly is known in these times simply as a warrior of the winds. Though he chose not to participate in the Beast Horde's war with the humans, he has joined battle against the Hellbourne, and the powerful winds and aerial attacks he calls down upon the daemons are a welcome addition to the new Legion.

* SkillGateCharacter: Night Hound tends to be an absolute terror in the lower brackets, being able to snowball out of control and 1v5 whole teams by himself. ''Invisibility'' turns him permanently invisible and ''Backstab'' allows him to deal absurd amounts of damage to a single target, since stacking Agility items will give him extra base damage, attack speed, armor, AND increased backstab damage. In low-level games where heroes are frequently out of position and the items that counter him (Ward of Revelation, Dust of Revelation, and Tablet of Command) are infrequent, he can jump on his victims at any time with the invisibility from ''Invisibility'', drop a ''Smoke Bomb'' on them, slow them down with Nullfire Blade, then backstab a lot as they try to crawl away from the smoke in panic, and finally use ''Pounce'' to chase down and finish them off. The other team usually doesn't realise Night Hound's danger until he's extremely fat, at which point even Wards of Revelation and a Bound Eye can't do anything to him.

* SkillGateCharacter: Sand Wraith exemplifies the difference between a well-coordinated competitive team and a team of five pub players who prefer doing things on their own. Basically as he is among the hardest carries in the game, he remains completely ineffective early game and needs a lot of farm and core items before she becomes truly effective until around 40 minutes in the game when he becomes virtually unstoppable. In an uncoordinated game of pubs, they often don't have the teamwork and cooperation to end the game quickly so they would not realize that they are fighting a ticking time bomb until it's too late, resulting in him consistently having the highest win rate across the board. But in a coordinated competitive game, players know that they are on the clock, thus they will not only shut down her farm but also push down the lanes until their barracks have fallen. And since he lacks any way to flash farm, catching up will be really hard. Whenever pros pick her, it is often a must that he buy early game items to allow her to finish off other heroes that he is currently haunting.

* BeamSpam: ''Moon Finale'' saturates the area around Luna with multiple simultaneous ''Moon Beam''s.

!!Silhouette

--> '''Legion Agility'''

An orphaned child, Silhouette trained in the Hidden Village of the Scout, working hard towards her goal to become the greatest assassin in Newerth. Unlike her fellow scouts, she was loud, boisterous, and most of all, simply not stealthy. Yet what she lacked in subtlety was made up for with heart, attitude, and the ability to conjure a perfect mirror image of herself. Believe it!

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