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General Information
TitleThe Unforgotten
Release DateAugust 6, 2020
Cost6300 BE 975 RP

620 (+ 99)

7.5 (+ 0.75)


60 (+ 2)

0.625 (+ 3.5%)


28 (+ 4.6)

32 (+ 2.05)
Developer Info
DDragon KeyYone
Integer Key777
External Links
Game Info Wikileagueoflegends.fandom.com

Yone is a champion in League of Legends.


  • Biography
  • Story
In life, he was Yone—half-brother of Yasuo, and renowned student of his village’s sword school. But upon his death at the hands of his brother, he found himself hunted by a malevolent entity of the spirit realm, and was forced to slay it with its own sword. Now, cursed to wear its demonic mask upon his face, Yone tirelessly hunts all such creatures in order to understand what he has become.

In life, Yone adhered to a strict code of honor and duty. Even as a child, his love for his family led him to assume the mantle of protector, motivated in no small way by the loss of his father. This was in stark contrast to his half-brother, Yasuo, who was brash and reckless where Yone was patient and disciplined.

Still, the two were inseparable—and when Yone began his studies at the renowned sword school near their village, Yasuo followed.

As they trained, Yone was often forced to temper his younger brother’s impulsiveness. However, when Yasuo refused the personal tutelage of Elder Souma, master of the legendary wind technique, Yone gifted him a maple seed—a symbol of humility—as a sign of his support and encouragement.

Yone was proud of his brother, but he had doubts about the wise master’s judgment, fearing that Yasuo’s impulsive nature would make him a poor student. But Elder Souma was well respected, and did not make careless decisions.

Putting his concerns aside, Yone continued to practice with dual blades, his prowess quickly earning the respect and admiration of his fellow disciples. Though Yone’s skill was unmatched, Yasuo’s use of the wind technique made their sparring sessions a sight to behold, and a joy to the brothers themselves.

But that joy did not last long. War came to Ionia.

Yone, along with many other disciples, left to defend against the approaching Noxian forces while Yasuo reluctantly stayed behind to protect his master. But one fateful night, Elder Souma was discovered dead—slain by the very wind technique that he taught.

When Yone returned, he found that Yasuo had fled.

This shook Yone to his core. His fears were proven true—Elder Souma had been wrong.

Yone blamed himself. If Yasuo had murdered Souma, Yone had failed to teach him the righteous path. If Yasuo had simply abandoned his post and allowed his master to die, then Yone had failed to instill him with discipline. Either way, Yasuo had already killed several of those who pursued him—and to Yone, their blood stained his own hands as much as his brother’s.

He tracked Yasuo down. When their swords finally crossed, Yone’s steel was unmatched… but Yasuo’s mastery of the wind cut his brother down.

Death, however, was not the end. When Yone awoke within the spirit realm, the weight of his failure crushed him. His fury flared, and he pounded his fists on the ground in rage.

A rumbling laugh pierced his thoughts. He turned, and beheld a monstrous, humanoid spirit with a blood-red blade. It was a powerful azakana, a predatory entity that had long stalked Yone from beyond the veil.

Before Yone could speak, it struck.

He drew the spiritual echoes of his blades to his side just in time to block the attack. He once again found himself in a duel where his swordsmanship was unparalleled, but he was overwhelmed by magic.

Anger consumed him. A lifetime of honor and duty snapped. In one furious moment, Yone wrested the azakana’s blade from it and ran the creature through.

The last thing he heard before a new darkness took him was that same rumbling laughter…

As he came to, Yone found himself back in the material realm, though it was a grim shadow of what it had been. He struggled to his feet, the spirit realm hazy in his mind, and a blood-red sword in his hand. Upon his head, a mask had coalesced in the form of the azakana’s face—he could not remove it, but he could now see other azakana through its eyes. They were not yet true demons, content to feed on negativity before eventually manifesting to devour their hosts. But, as Yone would discover, if an azakana’s name was learned, they could be reduced to inert masks of personified emotion.

Even so, he could not tell if—or when—the azakana he wore would reawaken to consume him. In life, Yone had worn the mask of protector, brother, and disciple for so long that it had become his identity. But now, in moments of stillness, he swears he can feel the mask shifting upon his face, his own past and unresolved conflict with Yasuo now paling in comparison to this new threat.

Yone hunts these insidious creatures in an attempt to understand what he has become—with each name bringing him a step closer to uncovering that of the one whose laughter still haunts him.

Nothing else matters. There is only the chase of truth.

"They look at me and see only the mask. I look at them and see only their fears."

- YoneSquare.pngYone


The boy ran at a dead sprint, driven by terror.

Under the sliver of a waning moon, darkness swallowed his surroundings with only the faintest starlight giving a silver sheen to the misty night. Silhouettes of trees flashed by. The lantern in the boy’s hand flickered and sputtered, in danger of snuffing out. But it was not the darkness he feared.

It was the thing that stalked him in the darkness.

The boy had felt it first—a sudden chill in the summer air, a creeping dread that clutched at his heart. Sensations that he might have dismissed as symptoms of the late hour and a long night. On any other occasion, he would have chastised himself for indulging in his imagination. He was thirteen now, too old to be afraid of darting shadows and harmless spirits.

But this spirit had opened glowing blue eyes and stared into his soul. This shadow had whispered his name.

The boy risked a glance behind to see if it still followed, and promptly slammed into something. He fell back, the breath knocked from his lungs, and his lantern clattered to his side, its weak light fluttering wildly. Surprise and pain shifted quickly to fear as he saw the figure looming over him.

A man, tall and lithe, stood with a bare torso, unfazed by the unusually chilly night. From the waist down, loose robes billowed in the wind, frayed from wear. An intricate belt of woven rope tied strange masks across his waist, monstrous visages trapped in alabaster. Bandages bound both his arms, and each hand grasped a blade—one of tempered steel, shimmering in the moonlight, the other shining an ominous red.

Yet it was the man’s face that left the boy frozen.

Those cold blue eyes peered down through a cruel mask that radiated the same strange red as the man’s blade. The mask grasped the man’s face, nearly devouring his stern frown.

“S-stay back!” the boy croaked.

“It is not me you should fear,” the man spoke, his voice a soft growl, eyes fixed on some point beyond the boy.

Confusion knit the boy’s brow as he followed the man’s gaze. What he saw sent him scrambling to his feet.

A vague shape hovered in the mists. If the stranger hadn’t pointed it out, the boy might have missed it altogether. The mist twisted into wide eyes and slitted pupils, and the outline of a lumbering body took form, visible where it pushed the fog away to leave a negative space. The boy squinted. Something else glistened in the foggy night… Teeth?

He had never seen anything like it, yet it somehow felt familiar. Like the boy knew this thing. It drew him, compelled him toward it. He took a tentative step forward.

Something cold pierced through his chest.

The boy looked down in shock at the tip of a shining red blade. His mind raced as his breath grew choppy from panic, expecting pain and blood. But neither came. Instead, a strange numbness spread through his body. Behind him, he heard the man mutter under his breath, and a strange sigil appeared in the air in front of them, as if painted by an invisible brush. A word—or name?—the boy did not recognize.


The man ignored him. “My blade sees your true name, azakana.”

The boy felt the sword pulled from his body, and he fell to his knees, gasping. His hands flew to his chest—but there was no puncture or wound. Even more strange, the boy felt lighter, as if some burden had been excised. He looked up, and a wall of teeth met his gaze.

The creature lunged.

A clash of steel rang out. The masked stranger stood before him, blades blocking the creature’s massive, pale fangs. No—it was not the man, but a shadowy spirit in his form. The boy looked behind him where the man himself stood, eyes closed, as if in meditation. A shiver ran down the boy’s spine as the chill in the air now seeped into his bones, and with each motion of the struggling monster and man, he felt his soul lurch and sway, their very existence exerting a palpable force over him. The boy stared in awe.

What is he?

The spirit swordsman pushed the creature back, then burst into swirling tendrils of smoke, washing over the boy as it returned to the body of the stranger. The hideous creature bellowed in rage. As the boy squinted, he could see other parts of the beast through the mist—matted fur, claws, a huge torso—but when he tried to focus on the whole body, parts would fade out from focus.

You dare deny what is already mine? A rasping, impossible voice reverberated in the boy’s mind, cutting through the rattling growls he heard from the monster. The boy belongs to me.

The boy’s stomach dropped. It can speak?

“Nothing in this realm belongs to you,” the man said, unfazed. “Cower, Taan Ko’au!”

Though the words meant nothing to the boy, their utterance made his skin crawl. Yet their effect was far more pronounced on the creature, which emitted an ear-splitting squeal. Twisting, sinuous muscle wrapped around pale teeth and claws. Four scarlet eyes narrowed on its horrific face, glowering atop a lumbering torso of gray hair that shimmered into existence, ephemeral wisps turned to flesh and bone.

“So you are named,” the man with the broken mask said. “So you are revealed.”

A defiant howl shook the ground. The man shifted his stance, crouching low as he brought both swords to bear.

“So you shall perish.”

The beast charged, but the stranger dashed forward so fast that the boy nearly missed him. Swords sliced through the moonlight, one flashing silver, the other leaving a blood-red trail in its wake. Ichor sprayed from the creature as it fell to the ground.

“Slumber, azakana. You are unmoored from flesh.” The man strode forward and plunged both blades deep in the creature. It roared, then wheezed.

The boy stared as its body dissipated into a swirling fog, its monstrous face contorting through a gamut of expressions as it shrank and calcified into an almost human-like appearance, finally assuming the shape of… a mask. His eyes widened in recognition. Though it still possessed the four eyes of the monster in a distorted, exaggerated pose, it looked almost mournful—and eerily close to his own face.

With a shudder, the mask floated upward toward the man’s outstretched hand. With a fluid motion, he sheathed his sword and tied the mask next to the others on his waist. Then he turned to leave.

“What are you?” the boy asked.

“Once, I knew the answer. But now…” The stranger paused. He fixed the boy with a steel gaze.

A question tumbled from the boy’s lips. “Was that thing… me?”

“Only a festered nightmare, feasting on your sorrows. But you aren’t defined by it any longer.”

The boy bit his lip. “It’s my fault. I’m weak—never good enough. My father was right.”

Without a sound, the man turned as though to approach, and the boy recoiled almost by habit. The stranger’s expression softened ever so slightly.

“Those we love say the things that hurt us most.” The man pulled the mask from his waist, examining it. “Despair devours our own voice, wearing the guise of reason—claiming to show us who we are. But it only shows us a warped version of our true selves.”

He turned the mask around and held it aloft for the boy to see. It seemed small, fragile… Toothless.

“Pierce through its falsehoods to find your truth.” The smallest hint of a smile crossed the man’s face. “You’ll be just fine, Andu.”

With that, the stranger turned away, leaving the boy alone in the dark woods.


Way of the Hunter.png Way of the Hunter [Passive]

Duality: Yone uses two blades, causing every second attack to deal half the damage as magical damage.

Intent: His critical strike chance is increased by 150% but his critical strikes deal 80% damage. He gains 0.4 bonus AD per excess 1% Critical Strike chance.

Mortal Steel.png Mortal Steel [Q]
Cost: No Cost Cooldown: 4 to 1.33 seconds Range: 475 / 450 / 950 Area of Effect: 100

Mortal Steel 2.png
Active: Yone thrusts forward, dealing physical damage to opponents. On hit, he gains a stack of Gathering Storm for 6 seconds. At two stacks, Yone can dash forward with a wave that makes enemies airborne for 0.75 seconds.

Mortal Steel can critically strike for 60% bonus damage. Mortal Steel is treated as a basic attack: It can critically strike, applies on-hit effects, is interruptible by crowd control and its cooldown and cast time are reduced by Attack Speed.

Physical Damage: 20 / 40 / 60 / 80 / 100 (+105% total)
Spirit Cleave.png Spirit Cleave [W]
Cost: No Cost Cooldown: 16 to 6 seconds Area of Effect: 600

Active: Yone cleaves forward in a massive arc, dealing a portion of the target's maximum health as physical and magic damage. After successfully hitting an enemy, Yone also gains a shield for 1.5 seconds, increased by 50% per champion hit.

The mixed damage is capped against minions and monsters. Spirit Cleave's cooldown and cast time are reduced by Attack Speed.

Mixed Damage: 5 / 10 / 15 / 20 / 25 [+6 / 6.5 / 7 / 7.5 / 8% target's max]
Total Damage: 10 / 20 / 30 / 40 / 50 [+12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16% target's max]
Shield: 33 - 55 (based on level) (+55% bonus)
Minimum Damage (vs. Minions and Monsters): 40 - 410 (based on level)
Soul Unbound.png Soul Unbound [E]
Cost: No Cost Cooldown: 22 / 19 / 16 / 13 / 10 seconds Range: 300

Soul Unbound 2.png
Active: Yone can enter his Spirit Form, gaining 10 - 30% movement speed based on the time active and leaving his body behind. When Yone's Spirit Form expires or recasts, he'll snap back into his body and deal a percentage of all the damage he dealt as true damage while in Spirit Form. Damage Percentage: 25 / 27.5 / 30 / 32.5 / 35%
Fate Sealed.png Fate Sealed [R]
Cost: No Cost Cooldown: 120 / 90 / 60 seconds Range: 1000 / 1000 / 200

Active: Yone strikes all enemies in his path dealing physical and magic damage, blinking behind the last enemy hit and knocking everyone airborne towards him for 0.75 seconds. Mixed Damage: 100 / 200 / 300 (+40% total)
Total Damage: 200 / 400 / 600 (+80% total)

Patch History[]

Patch 11.1

Base AD growth decreased. Passive bonus crit strike chance increased; excess crit strike to AD conversion decreased.

Brothers stick together; see Yasuo.

Base Stats

AD GROWTH : [3] 2

Way of the Hunter.png Passive - Way of the Hunter

INTENT EXCESS AD CONVERSION : [1% crit strike converts to 0.5 AD] 1% crit strike converts to 0.4 AD

Patch 10.25
Base AS growth increased.

Bros for life. Yone has the same issue as Yasuo and is being tuned accordingly.

Base Stats


Patch 10.24
Passive crit doubling now takes place after Rageblade's on-hit calculations.

Same context applies here as Yasuo above!

Way of the Hunter.png Passive - Way of the Hunter

ORDER OF OPERATIONS : Way of the Hunter's crit-related effects now wait to activate until any other effects that care about crit have been taken care of. This primarily means crit chance is no longer doubled before Guinsoo's Rageblade calculates its on-hit damage.

Mortal Steel.png Q - Mortal Steel

BUGFIX : Can no longer critically strike with Guinsoo's Rageblade if the dash is cast in melee range

Patch 10.23
Passive now converts crit strike chance above 100% to bonus AD.

Now that the crit system offers more interesting options and comes in 20% increments, we wanted to make sure Yone wasn't wasting stats or getting locked out of exciting items because of his passive.

Way of the Hunter.png Passive - Way of the Hunter

OVERCAPPED Critical strike chance above 100% is converted into 0.5 bonus AD per 1% additional critical strike chance. (Reminder: Way of the Wanderer doubles crit chance from other sources).

Patch 10.19

Fate Sealed.png E - Fate Sealed

BUGFIX : Allied party indicator no longer displays green when on cooldown

Patch 10.17
Q base damage decreased later. R no longer applies life steal.

While not currently overpowered, we expect Yone isn’t long-term balanced and will continue to grow from where he is—and where he is the strongest.

Mortal Steel.png Q - Mortal Steel

BASE DAMAGE : [20/45/70/95/120]

Fate Sealed.png E - Fate Sealed

LIFE STEAL BUGFIX : No longer applies life steal at 100% effectiveness

Patch 10.16
The Unforgotten

Yone wields his swords in 10.16!

High-res versions of Yone's splashes are available on League Displays!

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