• 初雪
  • プラマニクス
  • 프라마닉스

Pramanix

Supporter — Hexer
Deals Arts damage
  • JC05
  • Ranged
  • Debuff
/ 80
[Code Name] Pramanix
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] Half a year
[Place of Birth] Kjerag
[Date of Birth] February 13
[Race] Feline
[Height] 161cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.
[Physical Strength] Normal
[Mobility] Normal
[Physical Resilience] Standard
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Standard
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Outstanding
Pramanix is a Karlan Saintess born in Kjerag, the leader of the entire religion of her homeland. She uses the holy bell given to her by the gods to summon the power of wind and snow. She came to Rhodes Island by secret means, and the post she holds as well as how long she's held it are both confidential.
Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there is no sign of infection. At this time, this Operator is believed to be non-infected.

[Cell-Originium Fusion Rate] 0%
Operator shows no signs of infection at this time.

[Blood Crystal Density] 0.11u/L
This Operator has not been active in zones with large concentrations of Originium.
The Karlan Saintess, the Enlightened One, and the Praised One...all of these titles belong to Pramanix and Pramanix alone. As the supreme leader of the entire religion of Kjerag, she has a series of special privileges. Even her older brother, nominally Kjerag's most senior official, SilverAsh, must bow to her in public. She is honored, perfect, and divine. She brings glory to Kjerag. Yet nobody knows that in her heart, she is suffering.
The ceremony for canonizing a new saint is sacred, but brutal. After the current saint passes away, girls of the appropriate age all head to the shrine where a saint is chosen. Only the girl hit by the first drop of water from the thawing ice obtains the right to be the saint. Afterward, the chosen one takes the trial bell and sets out from the shrine. They follow Heaven's Road up the mountain to the Residence of the Gods. Once they hang the trial bell upon its hook there, the trial is over. En route, it is customary for the girl to nod her head every three steps and ring the bell every five. Those who break this custom lose their chance to become saints. The new saint is born from the thawing snow on the second day. Because Heaven's Road is long and winding, the trial is very severe. Some give up immediately. Others collapse on the side of the road. Only those who have a solid constitution, strength, piety, and the protection of the gods will have the chance to become the saint.
Aside from the elders of the Vine-Bear Court, Pramanix also has to deal with the everyday affairs of the clergy: visiting statesmen, conducting all manner of religious ceremonies, and deciphering countless scriptures. There are so many tasks that she is sometimes overwhelmed with pressure, to the point of being unable to breathe. Because of this, she has to come up with clever methods to relax. It is then that she unloads her burden and reveals her true nature.
If she hadn't become saint, Pramanix might still be at the old Silverash residence, fiddling with her favorite silks, drinking tea, or reading books into the afternoon. However, her brother made a difficult decision, and they reached a compromise. The two have since broken off contact with one another. Even their blood relation cannot make up for the disappointment Pramanix feels toward SilverAsh. Apart from polite greetings in public, the two haven't had a conversation since.
Pramanix's bell was given to her by the gods. According to legend, its sound can summon ice and snow strong enough to extinguish flames and wrap the world in cold. In reality, it does not live up to such exaggerated stories, but it is still a much stronger weapon than most ordinary staves. It should be noted that when ringing the bell, it must be accompanied by a prayer. If the bell does not sound, then its wielder will be encased in ice. If a mistake is made in the prayer, the Arts will be cast upon the bell-wielder herself. Essentially, no one but Pramanix is capable of using the bell.
HP
1605
ATK
495
DEF
102
RES
25
Cost
12
ATK Interval
1.6 sec
Block
1
Redeploy
70 sec

Talents

  • Weakening
    Apply 30% Fragile effect to enemies within range with less than 40% HP
  • The Bell Tolls Twice
    Attacks 2 enemies simultaneously

Skills

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  • Echolocation
    Auto RecoveryManual Activation
    Initial SP
    25
    SP Cost
    40
    Duration
    20 sec
    Simultaneously attacks 2 targets; ASPD of all enemies in range -60
    attack_speed
    -60
    attack@max_target
    2
  • Natural Deterrent
    Auto RecoveryManual Activation
    Initial SP
    20
    SP Cost
    40
    Duration
    25 sec
    For all enemies within range, DEF -60% and RES -30%
    def
    -0.6
    magic_resistance
    -0.3

Modules

  • ORIGINAL
    Pramanix's Badge
    Operator Pramanix has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for coercing frailty within the enemy via manipulation of bell tones.
    The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
    This operator shall be appointed a Supporter Operator during field operations to exercise Hexer responsibilities.
    In witness whereof,
    This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
  • UMD-X
    'Knitting of a Future'
    StageStatsUpgrade Description
    1
    • HP +100
    • ASPD +4
    Hexer Trait
    Deals Arts damage
    Applies 10% Enfeeble to targets for 2 seconds
    2
    • HP +140
    • ASPD +6
    The Bell Tolls Twice
    Attacks 2 enemies simultaneously, and has 20% chance to inflict Cold for 1 second
    3
    • HP +180
    • ASPD +8
    The Bell Tolls Twice
    Attacks 2 enemies simultaneously, and has 25% chance to inflict Cold for 1 second
    A fireplace tirelessly burns away in a meditation room lit by crepuscular rays. Generations of Kjerag Saintesses sat here deep in thought upon deciphering their ancient scriptures, digesting the ideas and their meaning to the people of the Snow Realm.
    'Enya. Enya!'
    Enya awakens from her slumber, wipes her mouth, and touches her warm cheeks heated by the fireplace. She flashes an embarrassed smile.
    'Sorry, Kjarr...'
    'Enciodes, Head of Clan Silverash, was just here.'
    'Now? To see me?'
    'No. He had only a few words of blessing for the Saintess and asked me to deliver this to you.'
    Enya takes a small, delicate bell with intricate engravings from the maid. She lifts the thing and gently shakes it, filling the room with a pleasant and melodious ringing.
    'He called it a gift for the Saintess, a product of the factories now operating in Silverash territory. There are many more such bells, hanging in the fields down below.'
    Enya fixes her gaze on the gift. She fully understands Enciodes's meaning. When she was a child, he joined her in making bells from the scrap iron discarded by their father's factories. They hung the bells together with Ensia in the vast fields, waiting for the wind to ring them.
    'Would you kindly stow it for me? Along with the other gifts from before.'
    She hesitates for a moment before stopping the maid.
    'I recall something in the bottom cabinet at my bedside. Do please bring it to me. Thank you.'
    The maid returns with a half-finished scarf, clearly made for a man. The soft threads intertwine, the fabric thick, the needlework flawless. What is done can be described as no less than perfect.
    'This must be...'
    'I began making this for Enciodes when he was away in Victoria. I intended to finish it and gift it to him when he returned. For various reasons, it has remained incomplete.'
    'You've kept it with you all these years... You still hold a glimmer of hope for him?'
    'Kjarr, over the course of my life as the Saintess, I've read all the scriptures in the sanctuary. The texts document a thousand years of Kjerag history. And yet, there is one question the scriptures do not appear to answer.'
    'And what is that?'
    'How to knit.'
    Enya falls into silence. She recalls a time, long ago, when her father sat by the window, knitting scarves for his children. Sunlight bathed his face. Her brother was practicing his swordsmanship outside, and her sister was perusing a book of mountain landscape paintings. She quietly watched by her father's side, one needle at a time, committing it all to the deepest part of her memory. This is how she learned to knit.
    The texts contain plenty of knowledge, but there are some questions they will never answer. Or perhaps she already knew the answer to her knitting question, her family questions, her questions about the future.
    'Tomorrow is the Tri-Clan Council, yes?'
    'Indeed. The other two clans are likely to unite against Clan Silverash. I do wonder how Enciodes will respond.'
    'No matter how he does, in the end, the matter will no doubt fall to me.'
    'Are you so certain?'
    'He is a Silverash, as am I.'
    Enya punctuates her statement by standing up, startling her maid. She uses all her strength to throw open the heavy curtains. For the first time in a thousand years, sunlight floods the dim room.
    She stands in the light, needles dancing between her fingers. The new thread merges with that already woven. She continues her needlework, not for any man in particular, but for the future the scarf represents.
    'The children of Clan Silverash each walk their own paths.'

RIIC Base Skills

  • Karlan Saint
    When this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.5 Morale per hour to another Operator assigned to that Dormitory whose Morale is not full (Only the strongest effect of this type takes place); furthermore, self Morale recovered per hour +0.25
  • Supporter Expert β
    When this Operator is assigned to be the Trainer in the Training Room, Supporter Operators' Specialization training speed +50%