Revanent Skelton
"The snow gave me warmth..." - Revanent Skelton
| Species: | Spyrionix |
| Age: | Unaging Adult |
| Alignment: | Lawful / Good |
| Sewing: | She/Her |
| Height: | 6,5 |
| Birthday | October 26, 2001 |
Personality
Revanent is very quiet, solemn, and melancholy, keeping to themselves and avoiding social interaction with others. She does however, find comfort in those they are close to and will follow anyone who they confide in around. Revanent prefers to be clean, often brushing her hair, cleaning her feathers, and making sure they are in tip top shape before they start her day. They uphold values of loyalty and kindness making them popular amongst the people in their village. It takes a lot to make Revanent lose their peace, and it is not recommended to try to do so. Revanent can most commonly be found near fields of flowers, abandoned sanctuaries, or their village.
Appearance
Compared to their other "siblings" Revanent is on the shorter end of Spyrionix heights, being only 6,5. As a radience vessel, their feathers are a very loght beige. Revanent's left eye is marked with an X due to being gouged out. She sports a hoodie with a black torso with white lining and white striped sleeves and black looping patterns. Her sweatpants are pitch black with a white line design covering her ankles. On her talons she wears black buckles, the sole being pitch black while the heel is lighter.
Affiliations
- Triplets of the Sacred Spindle
- The Misfortunate Quadrivium
Stat & Skills
| Stat | Rank | Visual | Value | |||||
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| Lifestring | A | 618 | ||||||
| S.P | B | 12 | ||||||
| Strength | C | 5 | ||||||
| Defense | A | 7 | ||||||
| Competence | B | 6 | ||||||
| Warding | S | 8 | ||||||
| Mend | S | 9 | ||||||
| Agility | D | 3 | ||||||
| Element | Name | Cost | Description |
| Passive | Fearless Feathers | Story | Revanent becomes immune to "Fear". |
| Passive | Protect the Weak | Self | At the end of every turn, the ally at the lowest Lifestring will be healed. |
| Passive | Built to Serve | Species | At the end of every turn, the ally at the lowest Lifestring will be healed. |
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Holy Saber | 15% HP | Revanent swings her sword from overhead, dealing medium slashing damage to a single opponent. |
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Divine Dynamo | 7 SP | Gathering all her hope, Revanent creates an exploding ball of light, squandering all darkness. Deals severe radience damage to a all opponents. |
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Rest & Rejuvinate | 4 SP | Provide all allies with "Lifestring Regen" for 3 rounds with 2 might. Ally at lowest Lifestrinng recovers and extra 5% of their Total Lifestring. |
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Forgive & Forget | 6 SP | Upon use, Revanent exchanges every debilitation for 1 SP. For every stack of debilitation, recover 45 LS. |
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Hallowed Healing | 7 SP | Restore a heavy amount of Lifestring to all allies. Provide "Reenforced Lifestring" to all allies as well. |
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Benevolence | 7 SP | Recover LS for 1 ally. Provide "Refresh", allowing for 2 SP to be recovered for 2 turns. |
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Rececutae | 8 SP | Bring an ally out of "Knockout", recovering 5% of their Total Lifestring. |
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Compassionate Cathedral | 5 SP | Provides 1 ally "Cathedral" buff, reducing all incoming special damage by 25% for 3 turns. If the enemy family is "Famine", reduce damage further by 5%. If enemy sub-family is "Metallic Famine", all incoming effects will be rendered null and void. If enemy family is "Coroded", reduce damage further by 5%. |
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Persistence | 3 SP | Augment 1 ally's DEF by 25% and WARD by 25%, increasing by 25% per use. |
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Bear Their Burdens | 1 SP | Provoke all enemies. Apply "Sentinel's Assistance" for 3 turns, reducing incoming damage by 25%. |
Stories
Origin
Spawning on October 26th 2001, Revanent Skelton roamed around the Frozen Isles
The Birth of Helplessness
Sibling Cataclysm
As time went on, arguments between Saltine and Gertrude began to arise. Though many of these were useless debacles with immature conflicts of "I can do better", tension grew as the older siblings began to deeply critize one another's character. With no one to confide in, Revanent was left to sit in silence, secluding herself from the loud shouts of her siblings with no capablity to calm either of them down. Sometimes she was forced to be a set piece to one of them, used as a bolster of their arguments to bring the other down. Revanent couldn't do anything but gaze in horror as she was shuffled from side to side, held by the arm like a stuffed toy, she couldn't do anything.
About a year later, the final conflict occured. Revanent returned from her duties to find Saltine and Gertude at eachother's throats. Gazing from a distance, Revanent curled into a ball and tucked her ears as yet another pointless argument sparked between the two. It was nothing new, it never was, and it never would be, or so she thought. Before Revanent could walk to their den out of boredom, a foreign sound was heard, not one of angry voices, no, this was a metalic noise. There it was, Saltine with a spear in his right hand, Gertrude with a mace in both of hers. Revanent wanted to do nothing but run, but she couldn't, only watch in complete overwhelming terror as an impending fatality would happen in seconds. The two charged at one another, nothing but pure unfiltered rage in their eyes, aiming straight for the heart. It all went blurry, Revanent's heart pounding at lightspeed, without a second thought, she jumped between the two pleading for them to come to their senses...
CRACK went Revanent's left eye as Gertude's mace bashed against her, SHING went Saltine's spear and it struck her lower side. CRASH went both of the older vessels and they collided and fell to the floor. The floor, the floor, on the floor which a fatality was caused that day. Not one of death, but of trust and bond. Revanent stood up, sharp pain from her head, ringing in her ears as quick breaths surrounded her. Tears began to flow out of her eye, and before either of the older vessels could argue again, she fled from the den, never wanting to return again.
Sunny Spot
Too many thoughts, too many feelings, too much to handle, Revanent trudged through the brutal nighttime snow with escape being her only objective. She was far gone from the den, but she didn't know that, she wanted to get as far as possible. Trudging, bleeding, crying, she fell to the ground. It hurt, the piercing frost beneath her, fear overwhelming her, she darted her eyes left and right befire she saw it, a single patch of light in the abyss of the night. She crawled painfully and slowly, soon reaching the raidus of midly warmth. Once gain, she entered the state of protection, curling into a ball. "This is where... it ends... I couldn't do anything... I failed everyone, I'm so sorry." Soon, all she could see was black, truly what she believed was her end.
Flowers Bloom In The Cathedral
Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper said a crowd of voices, all staring at the vessel that layed at the head of the cathedral. Questions in whispers were indecipherable to Revanent. She opened her eye in a tired suprise as realized she wasn't dead. Whispers grew among the crowd again as Revanent slowly arose from she now realized was a bed of flowers, a rough yet comforting feeling after her previous panic. Processing this, she wanted to give thanks to those around her, but choked, fear still in her body.