Avywenna is a Polearm-wielding striker who deals Electric DMG.
BASIC ATTACK: An attack with up to 5 sequences that deals Physical DMG. As the controlled operator, Final Strike also deals 17 Stagger. DIVE ATTACK: Basic attack performed in mid-air becomes a dive attack that deals Physical DMG to nearby enemies. FINISHER: Basic attack performed near a Staggered enemy becomes a finisher attack that deals massive Physical DMG and recovers some SP.
Leaps into mid-air to stir up a maelstrom with her lance, dealing some Electric DMG to nearby enemies while pulling back all Thunderlances and Thunderlance EX in the battlefield towards herself. The returning Thunderlances pierce through all enemies along their paths and deal Electric DMG, while returning Thunderlances EX deal more Electric DMG and also apply Electric Infliction.
COMBO TRIGGER: When controlled operator performs a Final Strike on a target with active Electric Infliction or Electrification. Leaps into mid-air and throws 3 Thunderlances at the target, then deals 1 hit of Electric DMG to enemies in the area of effect.
Throws a Thunderlance EX at the target area that deals massive Electric DMG to enemies nearby.
Assign to Control Nexus to grant all operators' Mood Regen +8%
Reach E1 to unlock
Assign to Control Nexus to grant all operators' Mood Regen +12%
Reach E3 to activate
Assign to Reception Room to grant operators a small Clue 2 Rate-UP: TGCC (activates upon assignment; effects of the same type cannot stack)
Reach E2 to unlock
Assign to Reception Room to grant operators Clue 2 Rate-UP: TGCC (activates upon assignment; effects of the same type cannot stack)
Reach E4 to activate
Talent Expedited Delivery improved: Ultimate Energy gain +2.
Thunderlance and Thunderlance EX duration +20s.
Will +15, Electric DMG Dealt +8%.
Ultimate Thunderlance: Final Shock improved: Ultimate Energy cost -15%.
When returning Thunderlances or Thunderlances EX hit an Electric Susceptible enemy, the DMG multipliers are increased to 1.15 times the original.
CODENAME: Avywenna GENDER: Female AUTHENTICATION: Talos-II General Chamber of Commerce (TGCC) DOB: October 25 RACE: Cautus [ORIPATHY INFECTION STATUS] Oripathy negative, based on medical examination reports. [INTEGRATED PHYSICAL EXAMINATION] PHYSIOLOGICAL STRENGTH: Standard COMBAT SKILL: Excellent TACTICAL ACUMEN: Standard ORIGINIUM ARTS ASSIMILATION: Standard
Avywenna is an Armed Messenger of the Special Logistics Module under the Endfield Industries Specialist Tech Division. Sweet as a sugar carrot, but armed with a big lance — this summarizes my evaluation of Avywenna. If she intends to get something done, she would do so with the most honeyed approach and most merciless of measures. Of course, if Avy was found out she had indulged in the latter, she would treat it as a lapse in performance. Avy has confessed to us: "To get things done in the wildlands, even the kindest soul must put on the most vicious mask." She has exhibited child-like innocence, acted like a mercenary, and negotiated like a professional fraud — We do not know which of these best represents the true profile of Avywenna. Perhaps this might be the reason for her excellent mission performance. — Martin Marvin Malen, Assistant, HR Division, Endfield Industries
While serving as a messenger in our Specialist Tech Division, Operator Avywenna could not give a more different vibe than Operator Gilberta. The latter is known throughout Endfield for her uninhibited sweetness and geniality. Avywenna, on the other hand, approaches socializing like a professional and manages relationships accordingly. One has to work with Operator Avywenna for extended periods of time before noticing her peculiar quirks. For example, despite being extremely loquacious during small gatherings or in private, everyone who recalled the exchanges would realize that they hardly got any truth from Avywenna — especially about herself. Nevertheless, people tend to find themselves spilling their beans with Avywenna as she proved to be an excellent listener. She is always capable of asking friendly questions, leading on discussions along the direction she has planned, and concluding dialogs at just the perfect moments. Avywenna personally explained such skills with her background. She was born to a huge Cautus family living in the Free City of Alloycarrot. Patience easily becomes the most important virtue when living with a huge number of kin. This claim has been verified. Querying "Avywenna" in the population database of Alloycarrot gives you over 80 individuals with the same name. Whenever Avywenna casually drops a morsel of info about herself, it's always a subtle bait to get her conversational partner to lay everything out. A short dialog is all she needs to acquire background information and contacts about everyone she is chatting with. Avywenna would also argue, with great cunning, that she did so out of professional habit that carried over from her messenger career, where one must constantly deal with people. One thing to note: no one resents Avywenna's air of mystery. Instead, it only got more people interested in chatting her up. Her presence has greatly enhanced Endfield's ability to navigate the local affairs that are often tangled and delicate. Avywenna is a master at resolving conflicts and diffusing tension, walking away without a scratch. She is like a miner navigating the criss-crossing mines and tunnels of Alloycarrot. The one directing the situation will never feel lost.
DOCUMENT: HR recruitment log from the Shaynwood mail distribution station When that Cautus woman stepped through the door, I noticed that big red patch on her clothing. It looked about two or three days old, already starting to turn black. I asked if she needed any help, but she just said she wanted a job. She probably saw that hiring notice outside and got interested. "It's just ketchup," she said, "Nothing to worry about." "You sure are one helluva messy eater, young miss." I responded with an awkward smile. I'm not used to talking with pretty-looking people, and the town of Shaynwood did not give me much practice. The closest TGCC city is 368 klicks away, and the nearest frontier mail depot is about 110 klicks down the road. It was three in the afternoon. The most comely female usually frequenting my place would be the burdenbeast looking for grass outside the door. I assumed this Cautus had started her trip from the city 368 klicks away, with her next stop 110 klicks down the road. Her direction was interesting. Most people would travel in the opposite direction. Just last night, I heard about some Landbreaker-related altercation 23 klicks away. Armed battery involving six individuals. Five were injured and one escaped. The UWST Security Bureau operating in the frontiers messaged me to look out for individuals traveling alone. Might just be the fugitive. "The notice posted outside says you're looking for a mail courier," the Cautus said, pointing behind her with her thumb. "Ah, yeah. That's right. Your predecessor resigned just two months ago." "My predecessor? Are you saying that I'm already hired?" "Well, know how to drive? What type of vehicles? We don't care about licenses here. Count all the vehicles you know how to ride." "Six, including trucks, I think." "Awesome!" I said, "You nabbed the post. Start working tomorrow! I'll also need you to show me your ID and complete this form. Just for the records." I pushed her the form and a pen through the tiny window. She completed the form without much of a thought and pushed it back to me. She also gave me a big, glowing smile. What an understanding, kind, and cooperative lady! Then she started unloading her questions to me, as though she asked them a million times before. She also started arranging her accommodations as though she owns the place, "Can I park my car at the back? I'm talking about that overgrown plot behind the iron gate. Yes. Mmhmm? No problem. So, got any Originium power pylons here? I gotta fix my ride. It's down. And what's the network password? Got enough bandwidth on the thing? Yes. For movies. Wooo. Not bad... You don't say, you're inviting me ... to your place? Ooh. A dinner date? That's not what you meant? With your gramps, Postmaster Laine? Say, aren't you way too young for this, kiddo? Much appreciated, but I'll just sleep in my car. Don't worry. I'm used to it." She gave me a few winks before slowly swaggering her way through the door. I suddenly remembered that I had to check her form. Lo and behold! NAME: Secret, but yours for 60000 T-Creds. AGE: Forget it, kiddo ADDRESS: People will pay for this, you know RELATIONSHIPS: It's complicated EXPERIENCE: Professional traveler HEALTH INFORMATION: Essentially safe and hazard-free ............
DOCUMENT: Letter of recommendation from Postmaster Laine Ma-Ma-Ma: If you read this letter of recommendation, I implore you to help an old friend out. Get that woman seated before you OUT of my mail depot. There's a reason why I chose Shaynwood, a place where the fowlbeasts don't ever roost, to enjoy my peace, quiet, and retirement. I do not intend to contend with cartel agents or corpo-rats who keep showing up armed and eager to settle some debt or score or whatever they call it. That's right. My peaceful retirement home of Shaynwood has turned into a carnival in less than a year! A bunch of ambulances came through, and the Originium charging post in town actually made a decent pile of creds. I don't know what Avy did to them, but from the looks of it, it's probably nothing good. And I got pretty simple reasons for sending her your way. This tunnel-crawling Rim Billygal knows nothing about milking cystybeasts. In fact, my cysty-herd is now morbidly afraid of her because she keeps squeezing too hard with those miner hands of hers. Also, she sorted out the mailing system and got it working like an oiled machine. Now all the lucky bastards in Shaynwood are going to receive their presents ahead of holiday season! Just to let you know, I have been paying her peanuts! But judging from the way she eats, dresses, and acts, and that bespoke customized outdoor rig, she probably worked in a private security detail in the Band. My money's on Sloan Security, and that's one of the biggest family business in the Free City of Alloycarrot. Which means she was getting one helluva paycheck. And since she chose Shaynwood as her hideout, I'm fully convinced that she has a serious mental issue. Oh, and there's one more thing. She's super interested in our Endministrator. After she found my cert of resignation I've kept hidden in my drawers, she started making dinner for us, hoping that I could share something about the Endmin. This is incredibly unsettling. Truth be told, a generation had already passed since I worked with the Endmin. Let's keep these words between us (and I'm trying to be nice and positive here): It takes a nutcase to handle another. Best wishes, Laine DOCUMENT: A reply to another letter Laine: Candidate Avywenna has successfully passed a series of tests and is now formally working at Endfield as an operator. Thank you for your recommendation. We shall mail to you one Endfield Rewards Supply Crate as a token of our appreciation. ............ Given our safety considerations, I wonder if you can share with us the origins of the polearm that Miss Avywenna carries around with her. She seems very attached to this weapon, but the only thing she told us about it was that the lance was something from her grandmother. Miss Avywenna is armed with far more weapons than we expected. It would take her five to six minutes to fully disarm herself to pass security checkpoints. She even has razor blades hidden in the soles of her shoes. And those two long straps dangling behind her were not merely cosmetic. We learned what they actually do during security training. Sweet as a sugar carrot, but armed with a big lance — this is one unique combo. Miss Avywenna, an operator hailing from the residential zones of Rim Billiton, has demonstrated that powerful offensive capabilities also come in a slim and lithe package. We now have positive views regarding the retention of certain cultural traditions and ecology amongst the residents in this section of the Band. Martin Marvin Malen
DOCUMENT: A private letter Lamp: Where are you, darling babe? Your great granny, grand aunt, aunt, and sister heard (from me) that you quit your job and left home. They've got a ton of questions, and they are relentless. Even the best-fabricated story would breach under their endless drilling. Anyway, the family exploded when they learned you really left home, just as we expected. Looking on the bright side, I kept it a secret for 3 weeks. But Mama's gotta know where you've been all this time. I know our argument at Arlirye left quite a bad taste in the mouth. Mama still doesn't support your choice but when I got back home and sat down, I suddenly remembered that trip I had planned when I was a young gal like you. My bag was already packed and leaning right against the wall. I was that close to picking it up and marching through the door to get somewhere far away when I heard you. You were in your baby feeding chair and smiling at me with a baby knife and fork in your hands. And I stayed. I'm sharing this story with you because I wish to tell you that your hope of leaving home might be an inherited habit. Though your great granny likes to talk about it, the scenes that our pioneering ancestors witnessed after crossing the Cosmic Gate had already faded away into patches of mold on the wall. They were part of the gigantic convoy column, a great wall of vehicles that stretched all the way to the edge of the horizon. The truckers kept driving, up till the very eve of Severance. That was how we found our first pot of gold, the starting capital upon which we built our logistics business in Alloycarrot. However, as we spent longer and longer time chasing after mineral veins, our kin no longer felt at home when placed behind the wheel. Watch out for enemies on the road. Your TGCC job wasn't exactly low profile and we had a share of visitors. Rest assured, no one's going to hurt my darling baby doll. I'll handle the rest of our family for you. Don't forget to send us pictures from your traveling. Mama DOCUMENT: A private letter Mama: Finding network connection in the wildlands is no easy task. But a solo journey is everything I dreamed of. Sweet and beautiful. I stopped by New Wrankwood right after leaving home. They tried to recreate the scene to heal trauma, but it ended up quite disappointing, since no one was interested in the horror genre. And the place just wouldn't stop raining. I didn't like it. The Northern Corridor is my next destination, and I'll soon be reaching the edge of the Band. Just yesterday, a painter at the motel told me about the breathtaking natural landscapes waiting for me once I leave the Band cities. I intend to explore the old frontiers of the north. People say there are ruins that date back before the collapse of the Cosmic Gate. They're the things that great granny kept talking about, right? Don't worry about me getting into dangerous situations. I've been traveling with a group of Hannabit Circuit Songseekers. Once I find decent connection, I'll send you photos of me riding a burdenbeast. FYI, someone just piqued my interest. Whenever I found a place to rest my legs and talk to the locals, I would hear a name called the "Endministrator". Coincidentally, my itinerary basically matched this "Endministrator's" northward expedition. Is it possible that I've found my match in Talos-II in the field of professional traveling? Lamp
Well, well, Endmin, seems like fate brought you right to me.
Ah-ah, don't blink or I might just disappear on you.
Oh, so you trust me enough to spend that much? I'm flattered.
A little closer to the front, please? I'm not a fan of all this distance between us.
In my family, we say our weapons are basically part of us. Mine just happens to give me a little height boost!
A great journey isn't just about the destination — it's the shoes that carry you there. That's why I'm never stingy with myself when it comes to this.
I can't believe how far I've come! Home and those days feel like they're worlds away now.
Will others get to see these fights? Some might recognize my lance. It's probably best if they don't know my name...
No worries. Trust me, I'm a pro.
Ha! I knew you'd get hooked on this feeling eventually! So, what's next on my plate?
Since it makes sense both professionally and personally, I don't mind if we get a little more personal here, right? C'mon, don't blush now! I totally understand what you're getting at!
I spent my whole childhood fighting for the top spot among my siblings, so staying ahead is just what I do. But here's the deal, Endmin — promise you'll always think of me first, yeah?
Well, well, look who it is — the legendary Endministrator. I picked up a couple of whispers on my way here. Curious to know which one's the most accurate? Since you don't know me well yet, here's my offer: how about I tell you a secret in exchange for a little something about you? Whaddya reckon?
Where are we headed?
Am I lookin' alright from this angle?
Off we go, no time to waste!
Hey, Endmin! How's it going?
Endmin, mate! Ace to see you! Not avoiding me, are ya?
Hey, Endmin, good to see ya again. And yep, you're still rocking that charm — just like five minutes ago, huh?
I must say, you've really poured your heart into crafting Dijiang. It's incredible — just floating up here for a bit, and it's already covered the distance that took me years to travel.
What's that on your face? Uh-uh, other side... Haha, just messing with you. It's rare to see you all flustered like this!
Y'know, Talos-II really looks like one giant sphere from up here on the Bridge. Guess that means no matter where we travel, we'll always circle back to each other.
I'm off on another adventure! Need somethin'? Spit it out quick, or you'll have to wait till next time!
Still standing after last night's horror flick? Tsk, guess I'll have to up the stakes next time. Don't worry, I'll drag you into the next one too!
I went through quite a bit to bring this back for you. Does it spark any memories?
A pretty girl like me has definitely gotten a lot of gifts, but this one from you is ... special.
People can be pretty complicated sometimes. Back then, I didn't need to think much. My job was all about getting things from A to B. But when I barged into that circus, things got... *Sigh* I'll tell you the full story another time, yeah?
Back at my old job, my salary was basically a king's ransom compared to what I make now! *Chuckle* In my family, we never settle for anything less than fair. I'm sure you know exactly what made up for that gap. You're just... too shy to admit it.
I've journeyed from the Band, endured the old frontier's cold, spent white nights in Hannabit Circuit's huts, watched the Seš'qamam's ship drift through the sky, and heard the endless rain by the Oathkeepers' fortress. And through it all, Endmin, your name echoed.
Just call me Lamp. Avywenna is actually my family name. Hey, it's no joke to me, so don't laugh. Keep this secret between us, okay? I don't want anyone bad coming after you. Unless... Oh? you're up for looking out for me?
Endmin, Talos-II is huge. How many places have you actually visited? Oh, right ... then how many of them do you still remember? I can't wait for you to recall them all. The more memories we share, the better, right?
My family are Banders and Messenger work has been our calling for generations. So, what's your family like, Endmin?
Ta-da! This is my little corner. Not that I get back here much, but I like to keep it soft and cozy. A roamer like me's gotta have a place to kip, right?
Messengers have to safely deliver plenty of secrets, and every one of them comes with a costly price tag. But there is one thing more expensive than the delivery itself, and that is ... my silence on these matters.
Nobody likes rejection ... so if we can talk things out, I'd much rather do that than get physical. But just so we're clear, I don't like being rejected.
You remember old Laine, right? That grumpy guy never once smiled at me. But I've heard he's a respected retired employee, and when he left, people were crying their eyes out. Hmph, he even called me a "troublemaker" before sending me here. Well, if I'm trouble, at least I'm capable trouble!
Endfield's now the place I've stayed the longest, apart from Alloycarrot where I grew up. Guess I might be getting used to this whole settling down thing.
My ancestors were truckers back when the Cosmic Gate was still open. The giant rigs once formed a shimmering trail of metal that cruised along the horizon. After that, my great-nan, nanna, and mum slogged for Sloan Security in the Band! Those old girls gave me a ton of grief when I decided to quit... Ahem. Just so you know, I didn't just ... stroll into your nice little place, Endmin.
My clothes? All about style and practicality! Remember this when you're in the outback: keep your kit sharp, and pull your head in.
Crikey, I can't believe you've never visited Alloycarrot! Well, I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I've seen plenty of places around Talos-II, and nothing compares to the charm of our mining tunnels. The kids grow up in a world full of close mates and lively chatter. We always say, the only thing tougher than a big drill is our friendship!
My device is ticking. Maybe there's something nice nearby.
Follow me! I left a treasure mark here last time I was around!
Oh, I can't believe there are places I've never visited before!
Looks like that guy's shut down any chance of negotiations.
Witness the skills passed down by my Rim Billiton ancestors!
We Rim Billies always take care of one another!
Shhhh! We usually bury these good finds first before anyone else spots them...
Aurylene?! How did you know I love stuff that shines?
Honestly, I actually see it as a way to keep myself safe from certain people.
Aww, this warm and cozy vibe is just perfect. After being all messy and wet, finding a clean and toasty spot like this is a little slice of heaven.
Good thing I packed this one.
Gotta treat myself sometimes.
Get to somewhere safe!
Don't worry, I'm okay.
Lemme face home ... one last time.
Nicely done! Ever thought about taking up my job?
Look at us, pulling together like a real brood!
Yep, that's just how awesome I am.
This makes me feel like I'm at home.
The first step is always the hardest.
Let's show 'em what we got!
Talk's cheap, mate. Gotta put in the hard yakka.
No worries, it's all part of our job.
That's right, hold on to that spirit!
There's an old saying among the Messengers: To walk the right path, don't focus on where you step — keep your eyes on the horizon.
Let's save this payment for when we take our revenge.
Don't blink!
Here it comes!
Zap alert!
Make way.
Where ya running?
Don't forget about me!
You really kept me waiting!
Play it by ear!
Eyes on the prize.
Weak spot sighted!
Gotcha.
I'm not the gentle type.
Incoming bad news!
Tremble before my strike!
