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The Virtuoso
Real Name:Khada Jhin
Release Date:February 1st, 2016
Cost:6300 BE
975 RP
Health Regen HealthRegen Mini Icon.png :540 (+ 0.55)
Mana Mana Mini Icon.png :300 (+ 50)
Mana Regen ManaRegen Mini Icon.png :6 (+ 0.8)
Movespeed MovementSpeed Mini Icon.png :330
Attack Damage AttackDamage Mini Icon.png :53 (+ 3.5)
Attack Speed AttackSpeed Mini Icon.png :0.625 (+ 3%)
Range Range Mini Icon.png :550
Armor Armor Mini Icon.png :20 (+ 3.5)
Magic Resist MagicResist Mini Icon.png :30 (+ 0)


"Art requires a certain... cruelty."


Jhin is a meticulous criminal psychopath who believes murder is art. Once an Ionian prisoner, but freed by shadowy elements within Ionia’s ruling council, the serial killer now works as their cabal's assassin. Using his gun as his paintbrush, Jhin creates works of artistic brutality, horrifying victims and onlookers. He gains a cruel pleasure from putting on his gruesome theater, making him the ideal choice to send the most powerful of messages: terror.

For years, Ionia’s southern mountains were plagued by the infamous “Golden Demon.” Throughout the province of Zhyun, a monster slaughtered scores of travelers and sometimes whole farmsteads, leaving behind twisted displays of corpses. Armed militias searched the forests, towns hired demon hunters, Wuju masters patrolled the roads - but nothing slowed the beast’s grisly work.

In desperation, the Council of Zhyun sent an envoy to beg Great Master Kusho for help. Upon hearing of the region’s plight, Kusho feigned an excuse for why he couldn’t help. But a week later, the master, his son Shen, and star apprentice Zed, disguised themselves as merchants and moved to the province. In secret, they visited the countless families emotionally shattered by the killings, dissected the horrific crime scenes, and looked for possible connections or patterns to the murders.

Their investigation took four long years, and left the three men changed. The famous red mane of Kusho turned white; Shen, known for his wit and humor, became somber; and Zed, the brightest star of Kusho’s temple, began to struggle with his studies. Upon finally finding a pattern to the killings, the Great Master is quoted as saying: “Good and evil are not truths. They are born from men and each sees the shades differently.”

Depicted in a variety of plays and epic poems, the capture of the “Golden Demon” would be the seventh and final great feat in the illustrious career of Lord Kusho. On the eve of the Blossom Festival in Jyom Pass, Kusho disguised himself as a renowned calligrapher to blend in with the other guest artists. Then he waited. Everyone had assumed only an evil spirit could commit these horrifying crimes, but Kusho had realized the killer was an ordinary man. The famed “Golden Demon” was actually a mere stagehand in Zhyun’s traveling theaters and opera houses working under the name Khada Jhin.

When they caught Jhin, young Zed marched forward to kill the cowering man, but Kusho held him back. Despite the horrors of Jhin’s actions, the legendary master decided the killer should be taken alive and left at Tuula Prison. Shen disagreed, but accepted the emotionless logic of his father’s judgment. Zed, disturbed and haunted by the murder scenes he had witnessed, was unable to understand or accept this mercy, and it is said a resentment began to bloom in his heart.

Though imprisoned in Tuula for many years, the polite and shy Khada Jhin revealed little of himself - even his real name remained a mystery. But while a prisoner, the monks noted he was a bright student who excelled in many subjects, including smithing, poetry, and dance. Regardless, the guards and monks could find nothing to cure him of his morbid fascinations.

Outside the prison, Ionia fell into turmoil as the Noxian empire’s invasion led to political instability. War awoke the tranquil nation’s appetite for bloodshed. The peace and balance Kusho had famously fought to protect was shattered from within as dark hearts rose in power and secret alliances competed for influence. Desperate to counter the power of the ninja and Wuju swordsmen, a cabal within the ruling council conspired to secretly free Jhin and turn him into a weapon of terror.

Now with access to the Kashuri armories’ new weapons, and nearly unlimited funds, the scale of Khada Jhin’s “performances” has grown. His work has brought fear to many foreign dignitaries and to Ionia’s secret political underground, but how long will a serial killer, craving attention, be satisfied working in the shadows?


The gun in his hand was simply a tool—but a perfectly crafted one. Gold type was inlaid into the blackish-green metal. It spelled the smith’s name: This detail spoke of its creator’s pride and confidence. It was not a Piltovian weapon—those gaudy things that attempted to function with the minuscule amounts of magic available in those lands. This gun was made by a true forge master. Magic pulsed from its bronze, Ionian heart.

He wiped the gun’s stock a fourth time. He couldn’t be sure it was clean until he wiped it down four times. Didn’t matter that he hadn’t used it. Didn’t matter that he was only going to stow it in the bag under the bed. He couldn’t put it away until he was sure it was clean. And he couldn’t be sure it was clean until he had wiped it down four times. It was getting clean though. Four times makes it clean.

It was clean, and it was wonderful. His new patrons had been generous. But did the finest painters not deserve the finest brushes?

The scale and precision of the new device made his previous work with blades seem insignificant by comparison. Understanding firearm mechanics had taken him weeks of study, but evolving his chi techniques from blades had taken months.

The gun held four shots. Each bullet had been infused with magical energy. Each bullet was as perfect as a Lassilan monk’s blade. Each bullet was the paint from which his art would flow. Each bullet was a masterpiece. It didn’t just cut apart the body. It rearranged it.

The rehearsal at the mill town had already shown the gun’s potential. And his new employers had been pleased with the work’s reception.

He had finished polishing it, but with the gun in his right hand, the temptation was too great. He knew he shouldn’t, but he unpacked the black, eel-skin bodysuit. He drew the fingertips of his left hand across the slick surface of the clothes. The feel of the skin’s oily surface quickened his breath. He picked up the tight, leather mask, then—unable to help himself—slid it over his face. It covered his right eye and mouth. It constricted his breathing and removed his depth perception…


He was putting on the shoulder armor when the bells he’d hidden on the steps leading up to his room sounded. He quickly folded up the weapon and removed the mask.

“Hello?” the maid asked through the door. The lilt in her voice hinted to an upbringing far south of this town.

“You did what I asked?” he said.

“Yes, sir. A white lantern every four yards. A red lantern every sixteen.”

“Then I can begin,” Khada Jhin said as he swung open the door to his room.

The woman’s eyes widened as he exited his room. Jhin was well aware of how he looked. Normally, it elicited pangs of self-conscious loathing, but today was a performance day.

Today, Khada Jhin cut a slender, elegant figure as he walked out with a cane. He was hunched, and his cloak seemed to cover some huge deformity on his shoulder, but a jaunty stride belied this. He forcefully tapped the cane ahead of him as he marched toward the window. He tapped the frame rhythmically—three beats, then a fourth. His gold sparkled, his cream cloak flowed, and his jewels glittered in the sun.

“What...what is that?” the maid asked, indicating Jhin’s shoulder.

Jhin paused for a moment to study the woman’s cherubic face. It was round and perfectly symmetrical. A dull and predictable design. Removed, it would make a terrible mask.

“It’s for the crescendo, my darling,” Khada Jhin said.

From the inn’s window, he had a clear view of the rest of the town in the valley below him. This performance had to be wonderful, but there was still so much work to do. The councilman would be returning this evening—and so far, all of Jhin’s plans for tonight seemed... uninspired.

“I brought some flowers for your room,” the woman said, walking past him.

He could have used someone else to place the lanterns. But he didn’t. He could have changed clothes before opening his door. But he didn’t. Now she had seen Khada Jhin in his finery.

The inspiration he needed was so obvious now. So preordained. There was never a choice. There was no escaping the Art.

He would have to make this maid’s face... more interesting.


The candied pork glistened on top of the five-flavor broth. The aroma entranced Shen, but he set aside his spoon. As the waitress left, she smiled and nodded in approval. The fat had yet to melt into the broth. Doubtless, the soup was already excellent, but in a moment, the flavor would be at its peak. Patience.

Shen considered the interior of the White Cliffs Inn. It was deceptively simple and rough. The wood weavers had been masters, removing the tree bark and living leaves only where necessary.

The candle on Shen’s table flickered...wrongly. He slid away from the table, retrieving his blades from under his cloak.

“Your students are as quiet as a pregnant worax,” Shen said.

Alone and dressed like a merchant, Zed entered the inn. Brushing past the waitress, he sat down three tables from Shen. Every part of him wanted to dash at his foe. To avenge his father. But such was not the way of twilight. He calmed himself as he realized the distance was too far... but only by the length of Shen’s index finger.

Shen looked over at Zed, expecting to see him grin. Instead, his rival sighed. His skin was sallow, and dark folds hung beneath his eyes.

“Five years, I have waited,” Shen said.

“Have I misjudged the distance?” Zed asked wearily.

“Even if my head is cut off, I will still close and strike,” Shen said, sliding his foot backward and cocking it against the floor. Zed was ten paces and one half of a finger length away.

“Your path’s closer to mine. Your father’s ideals were a weakness. Ionia could no longer afford them,” Zed said. He leaned back in his chair, keeping himself just outside of the range Shen would need to strike a killing blow. “I know that’s not something I can make you understand. But I will offer you a chance for vengeance.”

“I do not act because of vengeance. You defy the balance. For that, you are damned,” Shen said as he inched forward to the edge of his chair.

“The Golden Demon escaped,” Zed replied.

“Impossible.” But Shen felt a hollowness had caught in his chest.

“Your father’s greatest victory. And now, again, his foolish mercy has tarnished his legacy.” Zed shook his head. “You know what that... thing is capable of.” Then Zed leaned over the table, well within Shen’s range—his neck intentionally exposed. “And you know that we are the only two people who can get close enough to stop him.”

Shen remembered the first time he’d seen the body of someone killed by the infamous Khada Jhin. His skin prickled from the memory; his teeth clenched. Only his father had been strong enough to still believe a merciful justice could be served. Something in Shen had changed that day. Something in Zed had broken.

Now, that monster had returned.

Shen put his swords on the table. He looked down at the perfect bowl of soup in front of him. Little droplets of the pork fat’s oil shimmered on its surface, but he wasn’t hungry anymore.


There was still no sign of Zed. It was disappointing. Very disappointing. He certainly must have sought out his former friend. It was likely Zed was hiding, watching. Jhin needed to be careful.

From the jetty, Jhin looked back to the foreign ship. The tide had come in, and the ship would be leaving in a few moments. He would have to return soon if he was going to perform in Zaun next month. Risk on top of risk.

He stopped to check his reflection in a puddle. From the water, a worried, elderly merchant stared back at him. Years of acting practice combined with his martial training had given him total control of his facial muscles. It was a common face, and he had given it an unexceptional expression. When he walked up the hill, Jhin blended easily into the crowd.

He checked the white lanterns above him, counting the distance. If Zed appeared, he would need them. At the inn on the top of the hill, he glanced at the planters where he had hidden traps. Sharpened steel blades, shaped like flowers. They protected his escape route in case anything went wrong.

He thought of how the metal would slice through the crowd and splash the building’s freshly painted teal walls with red. It was tempting.

He was pushing through the crowd when he heard the village elder speaking to Shen.

“Why would the demon attack her and the councilmen?” the elder asked.

Shen, dressed in his blue outfit, didn’t answer.

Another kinkou, a young woman named Akali, stood beside Shen. She walked to the doorway of the inn.

“No,” Shen said as he blocked her path.

“What makes you think I’m not ready?” Akali asked, annoyed.

“Because I wasn’t when I was your age.”

At that moment, a town guard stumbled from the entrance, his face pale and hollow.

“Her flesh, it was... it was...” he said. He took a few steps, then collapsed to the ground in shock.

“He saw it. He saw the flower!” Against the far wall, the tavern’s owner laughed. Then he began weeping—his face painted by madness.

These were not people who would forget seeing Khada Jhin’s work.

Shen scanned the faces of the onlookers.

Clever boy, Jhin thought, before fading into the back of the crowd.

He checked the rooftops for Zed as he walked back to the ship.

The work was inescapable. Together or apart, Zed and Shen would chase the clues he had left. They would follow them back to the Blossom Festival. Back to Jyom Pass. And when they became desperate, then they would have to work together again.

It would be like it had been when they were young. They would huddle together in awe and fear.

Only then would the great Khada Jhin reveal himself...

And his true masterpiece would begin.


Death in 4 Acts

Jhin's hand cannon has a fixed attack speed and can be fired 4 times before needing to be reloaded. The 4th bullet always CriticalStrike Mini Icon.png Crits and deals bonus damage based on the target's missing health.

Every Moment Matters

CriticalStrike Mini Icon.png Critical Strike Chance and AttackSpeed Mini Icon.png Bonus Attack Speed have special scaling:

  • Jhin's AttackDamage Mini Icon.png Attack Damage is increased by a percentage of his total AD that is based on his level and increased by his Crit Chance and Bonus Attack Speed.
  • Crits deal reduced damage (150%) but grants Jhin MovementSpeed Mini Icon.png movement speed.
Reload Time: 2.5 seconds
Movement Speed Duration: 2 seconds
Movement Speed: 10% (+40% Bonus Attack Speed)
Bonus Attack Damage: (+2-40% of Attack Damage)
(+40% Crit Chance)
(+25% Bonus Attack Speed)
Missing Health Damages: 15 / 20 / 25%

QDancing GrenadeBanshee's Veil.png
(Active) Jhin launches a cartridge at the targeted enemy that deals physical damage before bouncing to a nearby target that has not yet been hit.

The cartridge can hit a maximum of 4 times. Each kill by the cartridge increases the damage of subsequent hits by 35%.

Cost: 40 / 45 / 50 / 55 / 60 mana
Cooldown: 7 / 6.5 / 6 / 5.5 / 5 seconds
Physical Damage: 50 / 75 / 100 / 125 / 150
(+30 / 35 / 40 / 45 / 50% of Attack Damage)
(+60% of Ability Power)

WDeadly FlourishBanshee's Veil.pngCleanseQss.png
(Passive) Enemy champions that have been struck by Jhin's basic attacks or any allied damage, or are inside a Lotus Trap, are marked.

(Active) Jhin fires a long range shot that stops on the first champion hit, dealing physical damage to it, and a reduced amount to minions and monsters hit along the way.

If Deadly Flourish strikes a marked champion it will root them and grant Jhin MovementSpeed Mini Icon.png movement speed as though he had crit them.

Range: 2500
Cooldown: 14 seconds
Mark Duration: 4 seconds
Minion and Monster Damage: 65%
Cost: 50 / 60 / 70 / 80 / 90 mana
Physical Damage: 50 / 85 / 120 / 155 / 190
(+70% of Attack Damage)
Root Duration: 0.75 / 1 / 1.25 / 1.5 / 1.75 seconds

ECaptive AudienceBanshee's Veil.pngCleanseQss.png
Captive Audience.png
(Active) Jhin places an invisible Lotus Trap at the target location that activates when stepped on, revealing nearby enemies.

The trap leaves behind a zone that slows everything inside, and detonates after 2 seconds, dealing magic damage.

Jhin can store 2 traps at once.

Beauty in Death (Passive) When Jhin kills an enemy champion a Lotus Trap will spawn and detonate where they were killed.

Range: 750
Trap Duration: 2 minutes
Reveal Duration: 4 seconds
Trap Vision Radius: 260
Cooldown: 2 seconds
Recharge: 28 / 27 / 26 / 25 / 24 seconds
Slow: 35%
Magic Damage: 20 / 80 / 140 / 200 / 260
(+120% of Attack Damage)
(+100% of Ability Power)
Minion and Monster Damage: 65%

RCurtain CallBanshee's Veil.pngCleanseQss.png
Curtain Call.png
(Active) Jhin sets up and channels, enabling him to fire 4 shots at extreme range in a cone in front of him. The shots stop on the first champion hit, slowing it and dealing physical damage, increased the target's missing health. The 4th shot crits for 200% damage.

If cancelled early, Curtain Call's cooldown is refunded by a flat percentage for each unused shot.

Range: 25000
Cost: 100 mana
Slow: 80%
Slow Duration: 0.75 second
Cooldown: 120 / 105 / 90 seconds
Cooldown Refund: 10% per unused shots
Physical Damage: 50 / 125 / 200
(+25% of Attack Damage)
Bonus Damage: +2% damage for each 1% health missing on the target

Patch History


Q cost increased and damage down. E cost down.

As audiences have grown familiar with Jhin’s obsession for the dramatic (and the number four), it’s clear that we went too far in addressing his laning woes in 6.4. Now that we’ve finally seen a clear picture of Jhin’s fearsome late-game potential, we’re pulling back to a middle ground where both sides feel like they can meaningfully impact the Virtuoso’s murderous performance.


THIS TOWN AIN’T BIG ENOUGH : Fixed a bug where High Noon Jhin was enormous

25px Q - Dancing Grenade

DAMAGE : 60/85/110/135/160 50/75/100/125/150
COST : 30/35/40/45/50 mana 40/45/50/55/60 mana

Captive Audience.png E - Captive Audience

COST : 40/45/50/55/60 mana 30/35/40/45/50 mana

Movement speed, health regen and regen per level increased. Passive mini-crits towers.

Nothing crazy here, just our standard post-release evaluation for new champions. Jhin's late-game strengths (thanks to Whisper's high-powered damage conversion and Curtain Call's executions) are receiving rave reviews, but most Jhin players are losing before the end of the first act (that's laning phase, for those keeping up with the metaphor). While the below section looks like a lot, it's mostly light adjustments to make up for the sacrifices the Virtuoso makes relative to other marksmen, especially around skirmishes and siege scenarios.


PLACES, PEOPLE : Updated recommended items

Whisper.png Passive - Whisper

BREATHE IN : Jhin's 4th bullet will 'mini-crit' structures for 44% reduced damage (still doesn't apply the execute damage)
THE PRICE OF PERFECTION : All bonus attack speed will now be appropriately reduced by attack speed slows (base attack speed remains fixed)
EMPTY-HANDED : Fixed a bug where Jhin would lose Rapid Firecannon's range bonus after reloading

25px W - Deadly Flourish

WHERE'S THE DRAMA IN THAT? : Marks will no longer fall off while Jhin is casting Deadly Flourish
PRECISION : Is now considered single target vs champions

Captive Audience.png E - Captive Audience

MORE VIOLENCE, MORE BLOODSHED! : Now applies Deadly Flourish's Mark to all champions it slows or damages, not just ones present when it triggers

Curtain Call.png R - Curtain Call

PRECISION : Is now considered single target vs champions
FOCUSED FINALE : Fixed a bug where enemies would sometimes 'stutter' on the edge of Jhin's screen while ulting


Jhin, the Virtuoso, will be released the week after patch 6.2's launch! To learn more, check the following links

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