|ATK (Min/Max)||DEF (Min/Max)||HP (Min/Max)|
|Ascension 0||534 / 917||172 / 262||1398 / 2225|
|Ascension 1||1054 / 1698||306 / 458||2530 / 3919|
|Ascension 2||1850 / 2457||510 / 653||4286 / 5595|
|Ascension 3||2681 / 3333||720 / 873||6123 / 7530|
Select 1 tile, then with this tile as the center, select 1 direction in which to extend a vine that creeps to the edge of the battlefield and deals 360% damage within this range, while converting the front 2 tiles to Enhanced Tiles. For each 1 tile the vine extends across, damage increases by 10%.
Deals 150% damage to the 2 nearest enemies.
Deals 155% damage to the 3 nearest enemies.
Deals 160% damage to the 4 nearest enemies.
Originally a holy emblem from the Temple of Lumopolis, the engraving changed after Paloma witnessed the death of her parents. It symbolizes her disillusionment with her faith and her decision to follow her heart and her own path.
Common Gift. Best effect when given to True Order Aurorians. Ancient scarab encased in amber. The True Order believes it holds mysterious power.
Common Gift. Best effect when given to Aurorians into esoterica. Famous for its odd appearance, this insect attracts collectors of curios.
Valuable Gift. Best effect when given to True Order Aurorians. Scroll containing inscrutable revelations. Many secrets will be revealed should True Order members decipher it.
Valuable Gift. Best effect when given to Aurorians into esoterica. The crystallized spiky fossil of an unknown creature for the extremely curios collectors.
A member of the True Order. Rebellious, rational, and committed to exposing the hypocrisies of Lumopolis.
Nickname: Thistle and Thorn
Birthday: 30 September
Affiliation: True Order
Fighting Style: Bloodthorn
Paloma has a very interesting way of speaking. She always says something seriously, often using formal, even aristocratic language... and then her following sentence is entirely the opposite—colloquial, and sometimes even downright rude! I'd really like to know what she's been through, causing such a habit to develop.
Everyone says Paloma used to be some kind of minor aristocrat in Lumopolis. Maybe that's where her formal affectations come from. However, unlike most other members of the True Order, she seems to have joined only because she's had enough of Lumopolis, or rather, she can't stand Lumopolis. In her eyes, the True Order has always opposed Lumopolis, which is good enough for her.
Something just occurred to me—if you get used to Paloma's way of speaking, you start to see the logic behind her reasoning. Have a chat with her and see for yourself.
White Night up high, and Paloma down below... Just savor it for a moment, and you'll find it seems pretty appropriate.
Don't look at me like that—I used to live in Lumopolis, you know... Although my family's status was only marginally superior to that of the civilian class, at least we were still counted among the nobility. If I hadn't left that place, you would have had to kneel when passing me in the street... or at least take the initiative to salute. What a strange social code, don't you think?
Although, there was always a bigger fish out there, waiting to gobble you up. When I encountered those high and mighty nobles, it was my turn to humble myself. Think about it—this is also quite just, don't you think? You kneel down to me, and I salute them. They cannot abide me, so yell at me, and I feel bad and become angry with you. Everyone is like this.
Perhaps my father wasn't satisfied with this situation. Perhaps that's why he sent me to the Dawn Academy to learn the ways of the temple—why he tried to make me into a nun. After all, what better place is there to hide away from the secular world than in the academy?
Lumopolis protects its people. I couldn't go a single day without hearing that when I lived there. I could even hear that inane phrase haunting my dreams at night. Yes, compared with other places on the continent, the people in Lumopolis need not worry about having sufficient food or clothing, but it is far from paradise. If you violate the laws of Lumopolis—hah, "laws"—you will be made to suffer.
Just like that day.
I had just finished my afternoon prayers when a unit of Lumo Guards came to the academy to inform me that my family was to be punished and exiled to Lower Lumopolis. This sudden news left me at a loss for words—I couldn't believe the reality I had been presented with. However, the banishment order they carried with them was clear. I lost the ability to use Lumina at that moment, and I could no longer become a nun.
For a while after that, I insisted on praying to the God of Light. I memorized many prayers during that time—prayers I will never be able to forget, yet have never been compelled to utter since.
Soon after my family was banished to Lower Lumopolis, our true judgment began. We were given the unique opportunity to witness the rapid and accurate efficiency of Lumopolis firsthand. I suppose this is what the ruling class calls justice.
I remember it was a hot afternoon. I was praying in my tiny room in Lower Lumopolis—for my parents, my family, and myself to one day return to the temple and become a nun once more. However, after a sudden knock at the door, my fantasy came to an end.
Throughout the entire scene, I remember that I didn't blink once. I only saw a team of Lumo Guards show my parents an arrest warrant and claim that we were rebels. Rebels? My father was just an insignificant member of our humble family, with no power. He was a simple man with simple ambitions, and my mother lived a life of quiet seclusion... The very idea of them rebelling against anything was preposterous.
But Lumopolis is a land of justice. Hah—justice! I watched my parents as they were put in restraints. They didn't resist and simply asked the guards to spare me. However, the guards treated us fairly, and when they came to restrain me, my parents finally resisted... I watched the guards cut them down with my own eyes. Their last words to me were—run.
I can't remember how I escaped from Lumopolis exactly. I only remember someone helping me along the way. When I woke up, I was lying on the ground in the wilderness. What brought me to my senses was a pain in my hand.
It turns out that I had been holding an emblem from the temple since the moment I saw my parents arrested. It was given to me when I entered the academy—it was a gift the temple gives each student who dreams of becoming a nun and represents their faith in the temple's teachings. Therefore, after I was expelled from the temple, I held onto it because, at that time, I thought that I would one day return there and achieve my dream of becoming a nun.
Looking at the emblem in my hand, dripping with blood because of how tightly I had clutched it, I knew I could never return to Lumopolis. The emblem seemed to reflect my mentality at that moment perfectly. Originally, the insignia on it belonged to Lumopolis Temple. Now, it had become an insignia I didn't know, but one that undoubtedly belonged to me and not Lumopolis. On that night, my hair turned white. Since then, I have understood that I am innately different from all Lumopolis stands for and will never become a nun.
Excuse me, but what's your understanding of the word faith?
Have you ever seen a bramble bloom?
Hello, Navigator. My name is Paloma.
Have you seen my coin, by any chance?
You saw that girl with the short hair, didn't you?
Bad morning, Navigator.
It's already past noon.
It's late... Haven't you finished your work yet?
You should sleep, Navigator.
It's getting late. Good night.
I keep thinking, if the God of Light created everything...
It's late again.
The night is dark, but you have not returned to the embrace of sleep, Navigator.
On such an obstructed night, the god of light will not hear any prayer, no matter how hard you try.
You discuss a book with Paloma aboard the Colossus, and she tells you a story that sounds both familiar and beyond belief...
Paloma, leader of the Black Roses, agreed to let you assist her in exacting revenge on a Lumopolis noble, and a certain judge tracked her here...
There is no real truth in this world. Its specter exists only on the tongues of the treacherous.
The priests of Lumopolis say that faith drives people onward, but it doesn't fill their stomachs.
May the truth bless you, if it even exists.
If the God of Light created all things, did he also create the Eclipsites?
The only thing Pact and I have in common is our thorns and nothing else.
Never surrender—this is Wayne's mantra. It is the principle by which he lives, and the source of his "happiness".
They say that bramble flowers symbolize fate's torment, but I believe they represent the soul's resilience.
False beliefs tend to attract the fanatical. The more outlandish they are, the more fervent the zealotry they evoke.
It looks so big from the outside, but the interior is not particularly spacious. The fact that it can fly is interesting, though.
Is this thing really... such a big deal?
The scenery here is quite pleasant. It fills my mind with countless thoughts... about how to deal with those Lumopolis brutes...
Run like the wind!
Well... We won, anyway.
It is time to be reborn.
Happy New Year. I hope something truly wonderful comes our way.
Is it my turn?
My emblem... It has grown new thorns...
The path of thorns has revealed itself to me.
My fragmented... past.
I prefer being idle to being busy. Letting my mind wander... Looking at my coin, feeling the thorns...
My power to resist grows stronger.
Thorns do not hurt people—they just stand there in peace. People's words, however, can stab in your back like the sharpest knife. So, which is more terrible...?
I think, therefore I am. So, if I do not think, I shall no longer exist. I'm not thinking right now, Navigator. Can you still see me?
Justice may be delayed, but never denied. Oh... But sometimes it is so late that I think it may be absent...
You wish to see the coin hanging from my neck? Go ahead—just don't try to bite it.
Faith provides the most powerful support imaginable. Oh, but houses, bridges, and temples all require considerably solid stone foundations, too.
Do you see that short-haired girl? Oh, I'm all too familiar with her...
Judgment will eventually come to all. Oh, but what if the wicked pass away before their judgment arrives? Does that mean they get a pass?
The priests of Lumopolis say that those without faith are no better than beasts. I, however, believe that every beast has its day...
Have you ever been to Lumopolis? Have you witnessed the nobility and staunchness of the people there? Oh, it really is quite amusing...
In the eyes of the God of Light, all people are equal. Oh, it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Even the sharpest thorns are accompanied by beautiful flowers. Take a look for yourself...
Our determination pushes us forward... But if we go the wrong way from the very beginning, won't we stray further from our true course?
Another ordinary day begins. Oh, if it were not ordinary, we wouldn't be here, would we?
Navigator, why do people always say good morning? What if it is a bad morning?
After I finish my work, my evenings are for resting. People who work overtime are so pathetic.
The still of night... perhaps it makes it easier for one to contemplate. Oh, it can also make it easier for one to fall asleep.
I am Paloma. Fate has brought us together, but if you really think about it, perhaps this was all just a coincidence. Anyway, hello.
The rebirth awaits.
White Night up high... You shouldn't be so surprised to hear me say such words. I was a nun before, after all. Hard to imagine, isn't it?
Lumopolis shelters its people. Ah... So, why did they let my parents die before my eyes? Was this the fair judgment of Lumopolis? This expression can rot in hell, for all I care...
The glamorous life of a Lumopolis noble everyone envies... If I could choose again, I'd rather have been a commoner.
You want me to lead? Follow your hearts.
A beautiful, crimson flower adorned with countless, vicious thorns: everything about Paloma's appearance screams, "approach at your own peril." Coupled with a faint smile, an air of cold elegance surrounds her. Those who lay eyes on this deadly damsel know in their hearts that provoking her would be the last thing they ever do. Incurring the wrath of the most sinister Umbraton crime lord would be a wiser decision by comparison. Or has she already become a crime lord...
+Global chain offsets slightly worse attack stat than the other Forest snipers
+Active is a quasi-detonator effect which also provides bonus enhanced tiles
+Enhanced tile stacking can generate some extremely silly numbers if built around
-Jack of all trades, master of none
-Stiff competition within role
Paloma is a decent all-round unit that compares favorably with other strong snipers (Migard, Mythos, Luke, Fleur, etc.). Unlike Mythos and Migard, she'll have more general utility, as her global chain and her pseudo-detonatior active mean she does better in scenarios that snipers typically struggle in. This is great if you pull her early on, and she scales just as well into the late game because of how she interacts with Forest's unending Enhanced Tile generation.
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Unlocks new Files and Dialogs
Unlocks new File
Unlocks new Dialogs
Unlocks new File
Unlocks new Files and Dialogs
|1. HP increased by 300.|
|2. DEF increased by 40.|
|3. Active Skill Enhancement: Changes Active Skill to a Preemptive Strike skill, making it available upon entering combat.|
|4. Increased by 300+5%Basic max HP.|
|5. Increased by 40+5%Basic DEF.|
|6. Active Skill Enhancement: The first 3 tiles in damage range become Enhanced Tiles . For every 1 tile extended, damage increases by 15%.|