Name: Abbie/Abigail - Mirage Dominion
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Affinity: Chronos
Mirage: K0N-Q3St e100 (Conquest - Apocalypse Rider) (Second Character Skill)
Affiliation: EUFON Receptor Candidates/1st Unit - KNIGHTMARES (+4 points, Extra Mirage Art)
Live: Triumphant Cry: Grants +3 DMG to the target for three turns.
Character Skill: Vantage+:
If your HP is at 40% Maximum or Less, you get to counterattack first if an enemy
attacks you, and any follow ups you make happen immediately after your first attack or
counterattack.
Second Character Skill: Vengeance
During an attack, you have a (SKL+LCK)/2% chance to add half of your missing HP to
your attack as bonus damage.
Personal Fault: Limelight Craving: When attacking from Range > 1, lose 7 Hit for each space between Abigail and her opponent.
Personal Skill-1: Rapturous Rush: When under 40% HP, gain +5% Crit and +5% Skill Activation.
Personal Skill-2: Victory Charge: Allies within 3 spaces of Abigail gain +2 DMG during their next combat after she defeats an enemy on her turn.
Elemental Resistance: Dark
Elemental Weakness: Chronos
Mirage Forms: Bow
Elemental Affinity: Chronos
Total Level: 1
Level: 1
Preferred Stats: STR - SPD
Special: Mounted, Pillage
Talents:
Thunderous Rider:
For every 2 spaces traversed, Abigail gains a +1 AS bonus and a +2 DMG bonus
.
This bonus resets to 0 at the end of their turn, even if she hasn't made an attack.
Courageous Dominion:
After attacking, Abigail can choose to taunt the target if they’re able to attack. A taunted enemy must attack Abigail on their turn and not move away unless necessary.
The taunt effect ends when either combatant reaches 0 HP or if Abigail doesn’t attack the taunted enemy on her turn.
Total Stats: (25 +4[Gen 1] -3[Cavalry]-2 [Special/Pillage]) -> (24)
Total Growths: (335% -30% [Cost Skill]) -> (305%)
HP: 18 (+3*2) (65%)
STR: 0 (+6) (50%)
MAG: 0 (+0) (5%)
SKL: 1 (+4) (40%)
LCK: 1 (+3) (40%)
DEF: 1 (+2) (35%)
RES: 1 (+1) (20%)
SPD: 1 (+5) (50%)
MOV: 5 (7 While Mounted)
Movement Type: Cavalry
Supports: - - -
Mirage Forms:
Name Type RNG MT CR Hit
K0N-Q3St e100 (Bow) Bow 1-3 9 10 70
Lv0 Upgrades:
+2 Mt / -5 Hit
+5 Crit
Mirage Arts: TBD
Curved Shot: (Costs 15 Biorhythm)
+1 Mt / +10 Hit
Hawkshot: (Costs 15 Biorhythm)
+2 Mt / +1 Range, -3 AS
Inventory:
Name QL
Healing Kit α 3
Heals 10 HP
Bio:
"And so, with a single call, it was all gone. Yet..."
"His shadow lingered."It was 2023 when Abigail left her home in an end-term trip to Japan with the rest of her classmates. Back at home, she left a family that she thought that supported her, wanted her to pursue a prestigious carreer, and live the life they always wanted. She was set out to take on the family bussiness - boring office job taking care of deliveries on a small scale, but it'd keep her afloat without a care on the world, as thanks to her parents she would easily get through with a good life.
Who knows, maybe she could marry off someone and let them work their share while she stayed at home. What was there that needed to be done in a home?
But Japan opened her eyes.
Unwillingly, she paid for the entrance of her group of friends for an idol concert, starring a new star ready for take-off.
She was on the left side of the mass of fans craving the concert, as a silly-looking girl with a tutti-frutti dress. Her first expression of disgust at the horde of people cheering on with glowsticks was unexpectedly replaced with shock - and then amazement - upon hearing the singer on the stage.
That voice... was angelical. Maybe it was something beyond what she could ever aspire to, but it truly felt out of this world. It was...
The thought of being on the stage, the wish to give everything one had... It resonated with her, and the idea of putting her thoughts, her wishes -
her heart - and voice it... It thrilled her. She wanted to sing, too. She wanted to show her own heart as well.
Later that night, on the hotel room, through a phone call, her parents asked her about her latest expenses - something about... an idol concert. Such a... foreign, bizarre thing to show interest on. She saw this as an opportunity where she could put her feelings into words to her parents. Her passion - her wish to sing. Everything she felt early that day. She even sang on the speaker - crude, rough, but passionate.
"In that case... maybe it's for the best if you don't come back home. We've no need for a wannabe singer."Before she could even realize it, she was cast out, shunned, and left aside by her family. The very next thing were her friends - seeking council from them only lead to them realizing that she wouldn't be the goody-two-shoes with a fat purse anymore. Her card wasn't working anymore, and all that she was left with was what little cash she had taken out days earlier. Sometimes her phone would ring, but she'd ignore it. Messages, calls, yet... it all felt... fake.
She was left stranded, alone. There was nobody to help her. So she took to the streets. She would sing on the commercial streets - mainly because she enjoyed it, but also because she had seen many wandering artists. All she had to do was sing, for sure.
But day on and off, she could feel that it wasn't working as good as she thought it'd go. She looked at herself, spent time trying to wonder what was wrong with her. Why wasn't she succeeding? Why was every singer so... great. So good? She'd go to every concert that would happen - paid the entrances, snuck in, even watched them in social media if need be. They always lifted her spirits. So... why? Why couldn't she?
Resignation set in. She shouldn't sing for money. That feeling is hollow. She wasn't singing out of her heart, but out of her pocket, so no wonder her purse was as empty as her voice.
So she took on a job, on cleaning duty as part of a ramen locale. She'd sing after it closed, keeping the tempo with each swing of the broom, each scrub of the rag. She'd get by, singing and working until one fateful day. She had kept to herself, putting distance between the other workers.
Years would pass, and she'd get by, song after song, shift after shift, sleeping in a moldy room. Cynical apathy had set in, and the only time of the day she waited for was for when she could sing by herself, her public being the tables left to clean, the breadcrumbs left to sweep, and the empty store yet to close, unsuspecting of the staff working their other jobs.
Unknowing to her, she had been recorded, her singing posted on social media, and unknowingly started gaining traction. More and more customers would come to the local, until idol agencies took their shot. She could take that as a chance, but... resignation was too far in, so she rejected left and right.
One day, she decided that she would just quit the job. The social pressure just felt... too much. Yet... she wanted to make it to the stage. She found a band - not a demanding manager, not a desperate fan, not anyone coming for her to ask her to join them, but something she found on her own.
The Knightmares... did really have a nice ring to it. Since that was the first advertisement about auditions that she found out there, she thought that applying for such a group wouldn't be a bad idea. A last ditch effort. So she ran the audits, aiming for a spot as a nightmare of her own, a Nightmare of Conquest - what's most feared about the enemy. Your downfall.