Idea for a new Killer: the Yeti

Demon_Swords

Killer: The Yeti

Move Speed: 115

Terror Radius: 32 Meters

Height: Tall

Power: Arctic Storm:

The Yeti has an Arctic Power Gauge that builds up over time. The power Arctic Storm can be activated by pressing the power button. While active, the power gauge drains rapidly and the power ends when the gauge is empty.

Power lasts up to 15 seconds.

Power regenerates over 60 seconds.

While the power is active:

• The Yeti has 5% reduced move speed and cannot attack during and 1 second after it ends.
• A savage blizzard developers in your terror radius.
• Survivors within this blizzard have reduced vision (scaling based on how close to killer) and gains frost (Maxing out at 15 seconds worth of frost).
• The Yeti has a bluish hue to what he sees.
• Survivors outside of the terror radius can see the blizzard.

Frost:

• Survivors have 1% reduced Vault, Healing, repair, and sabotage speed for every 2 seconds worth of frost up to 5% reduction. And is hindered by the same amount.
• Survivors Status becomes frosted over as frost gains.
• While not in the blizzard, survivors loses 1 seconds worth of frost every 5 seconds. (affected by vigil)
• A survivor can go to a barrel with fire and rest at it to lose 1 seconds worth of frost every second. (affected by vigil)
• When the Yeti hooks a survivor with frost, remove the frost from the survivor and restore the same amount of seconds to your power gauge.

Perks

Looting:

An additional 1/2/3 Chests spawn on the map. 1/2/3 random chests will be spawned empty.

Whenever you hook a survivor if there is an unopened empty chest and that survivor is holding an item, remove the item and place it into a random empty chest.

While a survivor is hooked if an item was removed, that survivor sees the aura of all chests.

Beast Within:

Increase Vault speed and Pallet break by 5/7.5/10% for each tier of bloodlust you have. Reduce the cool-down of missed attacks by the same amount.

Whenever you would lose all your bloodlust from getting stunned by a pallet or breaking a pallet, instead lose 50% of your current bloodlust.

Isolating Pray

While in a chase or carrying a survivor, reduce your terror radius by 6 meters and the aura of survivors within 16/24/32 of you and your aura cannot be revealed to Healthy or injured survivors outside of 32 meters.

Lore Idea:

Many boats find themselves lost in the arctic circle. Tales were spinned of what could lurk there. Some of death and Monsters. Others of the treasures that await on the boats. Many tales are false and carved from the fears of the everyday man. But not all of the tales. Especially not of the Tale of the Great Blue Beast that makes the arctic it’s home.

Some say this monster is taller than ten feet. Others say it is stronger than a hundred men. No one knows the truth of these tales for none live long enough to tell it. “Where does it come from then” many ask. No one knows the answer. Not for hundreds of years anyway. No one knows that it comes from a Journal of an early explorer. That it was found by another explorer who found it in some abandoned campsite shoreside. That the words chilled this other explorer to the bone causing him to make an escape. This explorer would tell those back home of the journal and its contents. Those told would in turn tell others who would tell more. A legend formed like wildfire. Not too dissimilar to that of journal’s keep. The house would go down in flames with both the journal and its possessor. No account would be left of the origins of the legend of the Beast. This removed the shackles of the legend allowing it to grow into a twisted form of the source.

The truth of the legend stems from the journal. The writer was shipwrecked onto the arctic circle. Isolated from all he loved. Forced to hunt or be hunted. To scavenge others boats for goods. To see the corpses of the passengers and ignore it. It damaged him. Made him fall into darkness.

The darkness first made him see what wasn’t really there. To see a beast, white as snow amongst an arctic storm. It seems like an impossibility, yet he wrote in his journal about it as if it were a fact. There was no beast. Not on the outside anyways, but a beast lurked within him.

As the days passed, so did his morality. Voices would tell him that he is that monster. That why should he wait for stragglers to die when he could finish them himself. To let them waste precious resources, before an inevitable death. He would try to resist, but the voices were too much. The monster within was coming out.

He began to embrace it. First by killing those that dared step onto his island. But that was not enough for the voices. Next, he started to dress like the beast. Covered head to toe in fur. It soothed the pain of the voices but it did not completely stamp it out.