Gragas

Where Gragas came from is a question nobody has answered. He was already enormous, loud, and busy when he showed up in the Freljord, combing the frozen land for rare ingredients to upgrade whatever batch he has going. That search never really finishes, because another recipe is always waiting once the current one is done. The Freljord is an odd choice for anyone who wants a good time, with its brutal cold and tribes always at each other’s throats, yet Gragas has never let the climate or the feuding change his disposition.

He handles his brews the same way he handles everything else: lavishly and with no sense of moderation. Gragas starts fights the way others start small talk, and they almost always end in the same fashion: a party that runs until dawn, a trail of smashed property, and everyone present a little the worse for wear by sunrise. It’s predictable enough that simply seeing him is taken as a warning, since the fun always comes first and the damage follows.

His abilities mirror that pattern on a smaller scale. Barrel Roll sends a cask trundling forward, and the longer it goes undetonated, the more havoc it causes when someone finally sets it off. Drunken Rage has him knock back a swig of his own brew to power up his next attack. Body Slam is precisely what the name promises: he charges ahead and barrels into whoever is unlucky enough to be in the way, leaving nearby enemies dazed. His ultimate, Explosive Cask, is the grandest gift he hands out, flinging a barrel that pushes away anything caught in its blast. Happy Hour, his passive, restores some of his health whenever he casts a skill, a good fit for a Fighter-Mage who approaches battle like an open tab that only closes when something gives out. Moving between the top lane and mid, Gragas rarely runs out of ingredients or of foes willing to take him on.