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The Curious Chameleon
"The Oovi-Kat are gone. Neeko must build her own tribe, now."
Champion Information
Primary Role
Secondary Role
7800 Blue Essence  975 Riot Points
Attack Type:
Resource Bar:
Release Date:
Base Statistics
540 (+90)
Health Regen:
7.5 (+0.75)
450 (+30)
Mana Regen:
7 (+0.7)
Attack Damage:
52 (+3)
Attacks Speed:
0.645 (+3.5%)
Attack Range:
21 (+4)
Magic Resistance:
30 (+0.5)
Movement Speed:
Esports Statistics
Win Rate:
0W : 0L (Division by zero.%)


Inherent Glamour
Neeko can disguise herself as an allied champion. Champion combat or casting a damaging spell breaks the disguise
Blooming Burst
Damage Type
Neeko throws a seed dealing magic damage. The seed blooms again on hitting champions or killing units.

Active: Neeko throws a seed that blooms to deal 70/115/160/205/250 (+50% of Ability Power) magic damage. if it kills a unit or hits a champion or large monster, it will bloom again, dealing 35/55/75/95/115 (+20% of Ability Power) magic damage. Max 2 extra blooms.
Initial Damage:70/115/160/205/250 (+50% of Ability Power)
Secondary Damage:35/55/75/95/115 (+20% of Ability Power)
Damage Type
Neeko passively deals bonus magic damage every third attack. Neeko can activate to send a clone in a direction.

Passive: Every 3rd attack deals 50/80/110/140/170 (+60% of Ability Power) bonus magic damage and increases Neeko's movement speed by 20/25/30/35/40% for 1 second.(

Active: Neeko becomes invisible for 0.5 seconds and projects a clone that lasts 2 seconds. Neeko and the clone gain 20/25/30/35/40% movement speed for 2 seconds.
Passive Damage:50/80/110/140/170 (+60% of Ability Power)
Movement Speed:20/25/30/35/40%
Damage Type
Neeko slings a tangle that damage and root everything it passes through, rooting the last champion for a longer duration. If the tangle passes through 2 units it becomes larger, faster and roots for longer.

Active: Neeko slings a tangle that deals 80/115/150/185/220 (+40% of Ability Power) magic damage and roots for 0.5 seconds. the last champion hit is rooted for 0.7/0.9/1.1/1.3/1.5 seconds instead.

The tangle become empowered after hitting 2 enemies, growing larget, moving faster and rooting the last champion hit for 1.8/2.1/2.4/2.7/3 seconds.
Magic Damage:80/115/150/185/220 (+40% of Ability Power)
Last Champion Root Duration:0.7/0.9/1.1/1.3/1.5
Empowered Root Duration:1.8/2.1/2.4/2.7/3
Pop Blossom
Damage Type
After a short preparation, Neeko leaps into the air and gains a shield. Upon landing, nearby enemies are damaged and stunned. The preparation is hidden if Neeko is disguised.

Active: After 1.25 seconds Neeko leaps into the air. She gains a shield that absorbs 50/80/110 (+50% of Ability Power) damage (+40/60/80 for each nearby enemy champion). Nearby enemies are slowed by 40%.

When Neeko lands she deals 200/425/650 (+130% of Ability Power) magic damage and stuns nearby enemies for 1.25 seconds.

This ability can be prepared in secret if Neeko is disguised.
Magic Damage:200/425/650 (+130% of Ability Power)
Shield Amount:50/80/110 (+50% of Ability Power)
Shield Per Champion:40/60/80


Neeko was born on a remote and largely unknown island, far to the east, where the last members of an ancient vastayan tribe remained isolated from the rest of the world. They were called the Oovi-Kat, and could trace their lineage generation by generation back to the legendary Vastayashai’rei—the ancestors of all vastaya.

The Oovi-Kat were peaceful beings, of unrivaled potential. Their harmonious society blended seamlessly with the spirit realm, so that their sho’ma—their spiritual essence—could intermingle with othser beings through mere proximity, and even help them mimic other physical forms. No secrets existed between the Oovi-Kat, but few were as curious, resilient, or energetic as young Neeko.

She developed a fondness for games, hiding trinkets and thoughts to see if others could find them. Her inquisitive nature knew no bounds, and she was pure and innocent in her charmed existence.

But it was not to last. Cataclysm loomed on the horizon.

Thanks to the quick thinking and self-sacrifice of the Oovi-Kat elders, Neeko escaped the death of her homeland. She clumsily took the form of a bird, and fled the smoldering destruction, feeling the screams of her people fading into the ethereal gulf between realms.

Days later, desperate and exhausted, Neeko plummeted into the sea. She clung to driftwood, entirely at the mercy of the currents, until an odd silhouette rose into view. She could hear voices carrying over the waves, and so she swam toward the strange structure.

With the last of her strength, she crept aboard what turned out to be a mercantile vessel destined for Harelport. Neeko rested where she could, calling out into the spirit realm for her lost tribe. She felt only scattered, sad echoes in response, and images of towering, dead trees that lay somewhere over a fragile horizon…

When Neeko emerged from the ship into the city, it was a strange and unfamiliar new world. All her senses tingled. Many a creature, even another Oovi-Kat, might be afraid in that situation—but not Neeko. The society bustled with unique personalities, strangers with a vast array of motives and shapes. This was a place of countless stories and experiences, and it entranced her completely.

Before she could get far, she was spotted by a vastayan sailor named Krete. Neeko could not understand all his words, but he demanded to know which tribe she belonged to. Neeko reached out with her sho’ma, mimicking his face and expression to make her peaceful intentions understood, but Krete did not seem to like this at all. Overwhelmed by his darkening thoughts, Neeko fled into the crowd, altering her shape many times until she escaped.

Surrounded by lush, tropical greenery in the hinterlands beyond Harelport, Neeko grappled with her recent experiences. She simply could not understand how anyone might rely solely on words as their singular form of communication. It seemed so… limiting?

Seeking solace, she took on the shape of the sleek jungle cats she encountered among the trees, and tried to run with them. Neeko loved being fast and agile, and their bright, keen eyes reminded her of home—until, quite unexpectedly, the leader transformed into a beautiful, strong, dark-haired woman. After a tense standoff, she introduced herself as Nidalee, and reluctantly accepted Neeko into the group.

Neeko hesitated to entrust the truths of the Oovi-Kat to others, but she felt a deep kinship with Nidalee, because she suspected this bestial huntress might share some forgotten connection with the vastayan race. Their friendship blossomed, and for many months they roamed the wilds together.

But the towns and cities, with all their flaws, still called to Neeko. Her ancestors came to her in dreams, showing her the pale branches of those dead trees, over and over. The trees needed color, to bloom again—of that much, Neeko was certain. She asked her friend to join her on this new journey, but Nidalee could not be persuaded.

Crestfallen, but determined, Neeko set out alone.

Her old life among the Oovi-Kat may be lost forever, but Neeko envisions a magical future—a larger tribe of like-hearted vastaya, yordles, humans, and whatever other creatures might share her dream. As far as she is concerned, everyone has the potential to find a place in her new tribe. She has pledged to seek these souls out, to befriend them, and defend their sho’ma with her life.

To know Neeko is to love Neeko, and to love Neeko is to be Neeko.

The Monster of Kalduga Outpost[edit]

Neeko was familiar with the shapes of humans, and while they had their quirks—socks for instance… why?—they never struck her as particularly strange. Not until the outpost at Kalduga.

The ugly compound was carved into the cliffs near the outskirts of the jungle by a tribe of humans called “Noxians”. They had inhabited the outpost for a while, it seemed, based on how irritable yet comfortable they seemed performing their daily routines.

Neeko wondered… were they friendly? Did they enjoy cheese breads? There were other questions, too, but these were at the top of her mind when she decided to see for herself.

Under the cover of night, she slinked in and out of shadows until she reached the gate. A single guard stood watch. This was not a problem at all. Neeko loved disguises! Adopting another entity’s shape meant sharing their sho’ma—a complex web of emotions and recent memories.

She reached out with her own sho’ma, feeling for the outer boundary of the guard’s aura, which extended far beyond her body. When her spirit met the guard’s, a name floated to the surface of Neeko’s mind: Ewaii. From across the desert. A flavor-color came next. Burnt-orange bitterness over her lost home still graced Ewaii’s mind, and the blue-salt resentment about her station: the backwater-nowhere outpost with no strategic value, but try telling the commander that. This Ewaii had dark skin and beautiful oval eyes. She was strong, but few took her seriously since she was a “mud-heel”—a simple soldier. Fascinated, Neeko shed her natural, chameleon-like appearance for Ewaii’s shape.

Neeko’s skin swirled as her body morphed. It tickled her, but dizzied Ewaii. She used the guard’s disorientation to slip beyond the gates and into the quiet corridors of the outpost, firmly incognito.

“Ewaii!” a shrill voice cried. “Get back to your post!” The rotund man, his belly poking out from under his breastplate, seemed startled. In the crook of his elbow were several toasted taffa roots and two loaves of crusty bread.

“I heard noises.” Neeko put on her best impression of Ewaii’s voice.

“It’s probably bloody furtails. Better hunt them down. Then we can enjoy some furtail pie.”

“Not furtails!” Neeko did not want to eat those curious, funny little creatures.

“Are you saying there’s an intruder?” The man’s eyes widened.

Neeko did not know the meaning of this word. So she shrugged and nodded yes. This gesture, she figured, could surely lead to little trouble.

“Wilderfolk,” he said. “Could be a scouting party. What are you doing here? Raise the alarm!”

“Where is… alarm?”

“Have you lost your brain, Ewaii? I’ll do it. See the physician when this is over.”

With that, the heavy man scurried off, cramming his snacks into his pocket. But before he was gone, Neeko mingled her spirit’s motes with his, borrowing his shape, shedding Ewaii for this, this… Yubbers?

“Yubbers!” Neeko-as-Yubbers said out loud. That was a fun name to say. Yubbers did not like to be near the frontlines of war, so Kalduga was a quiet and welcome assignment. His strength was in corresponding with the empire. He was now scared—a rubbery, ashy yellow—at the thought of an attack by the wilderfolk. Neeko liked this man, but not the feeling of the masculine sho’ma. Too… not Neeko. Most importantly, she felt Yubbers’ shock of running into another soldier after he had raided the larder. Food was nearby.

As she headed down a hallway filled with doors, behind one of which must be the larder, Neeko heard a commotion out in the main yard. Loud voices shouting. She dashed to the nearest window and peered outside. Real-Yubbers was shouting at Real-Ewaii. Uh-oh.

BOOO-ONG! BOOOOOOOO-ONG! The sound of very loud bells startled Neeko-as-Yubbers.

Every door in the hallway burst open. Several half-dressed Noxians charged out, their eyes blinking away sleep. She tried to avoid the stampede, but was swept along, away from the larder. Neeko-as-Yubbers found herself pushed out into the yard with about a dozen armed soldiers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Ewaii’s face was stressed and defiant. “I’ve been standing guard all night long!”

“You were in the barracks,” said Yubbers, flanked by two soldiers. “Take this deserter to the brig.” He pointed to Ewaii.

Then it happened. Yubbers saw Neeko-as-Yubbers.

Before Yubbers and other soldiers deduced whether their double vision was the byproduct of the late hour or not, Neeko disappeared into the fog of another person.

This time, it was a warrior named Seda. She was a killing machine, so vicious! Spicy pink! Seda had rushed to the yard so fast she neglected boots. This was fine by Seda—and Neeko—as both liked going barefoot. It reminded Seda of the sun-scorched province where she was born. Agile. Silent…

Just as Neeko was thinking she could enjoy being Seda, Real-Seda leapt at her doppelganger.

The two Sedas wrestled in a ruckus of soldiers, fighting and pulling at each other. When the commotion settled, only one Seda remained. Of course, it was the real Seda, but Yubbers had her placed in chains. Seda pointed out that two Yubbers had been seen and he, too, was placed in chains. Then Ewaii.

This continued for a while. Chains went on. Chains came off. Nobody was sure who was who, and who was not who, and who was lying about not being who they were when they were really someone else. Even the outpost commander seemed uncertain what the source of all the trouble was, and Neeko didn’t take his shape at all! This fact came to light and only fueled more suspicion. Was the commander secretly harboring some monster?

The one thought that everyone shared, Neeko had learned from being everyone, was that no one liked the commander. He was too secretive, and weak-willed. He had lost an important battle and been demoted to, as Ewaii put it, this “backwater-nowhere outpost with no strategic value.” Everyone turned on the commander, and he was the first to die.

The mess only got messier from there. Soldiers screamed and fought and pointed blame. Some believed they were ensorcelled by a soul-eating demon. One veteran ranger told a harrowing tale of a jungle plant-monster that replaced people with mindless copies of themselves, with vines for veins.

Amidst accusations, elaborate quizzes of miniscule facts from times shared in training, and shouts of “Traitor!” Neeko tried to calm the troops.

“What if,” Neeko-as-a-cook-named-Thomsy said, “it is no monster? It is someone who is nice, lost, and a little scared, but just wants to make friends and eat cheese breads and be happy? Yes?”

Everyone in the Kalduga outpost knew at once this was the imposter. Swords came out and the stabbing began. By dawn, only four soldiers remained alive. They stared hollow-eyed at the blood pooled under the commander’s dead body, and at each other. Neeko watched them from the safety of the larder.

“The commander did not want us to abandon the outpost,” Seda said. She knelt down by the body and blessed him with a gesture of her people. “Exile or execution is our future.”

A moment of solemn silence passed through like a haunted, foul wind, despite the floral notes of taffa flowers blooming somewhere nearby.

Yubbers straightened up. “We’ll send a messenger bat to command. ‘The wilderfolk have overrun Kalduga. We do not expect to survive, but we will die for the glory of Noxus.’ Then we abandon the outpost. Leave the bodies where they lay. Seda, you go north. Gurnek will go east. Ewaii west. I’ll head south. If any one crosses paths with another, it is a duel to the death, for one of you—”

Ewaii shot a wary glance at Yubbers. “Or you.”

“—is the beast in disguise.”

The soldiers left an hour later. They did not look back at their abandoned post, or each other, as they went their separate ways, unsure of who was really who.

Humans were indeed strange creatures, Neeko thought.

Patch History[edit]

Patch Version Balance Changes
Patch 8.24b
  • Q - Blooming Burst
    • Nerf INITIAL BASE DAMAGE : 80/125/170/215/260 ⇒ 70/115/160/205/250
    • Nerf BASE BOUNCE DAMAGE : 40/60/80/100/120 ⇒ 35/55/75/95/115
Patch 8.24
  • New Champion released

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