Carlotta Reshaping Dimensions

Rarity	5-star
Element	Glacio
Weapon	Pistols
Birthday	Unknown
Gender	Female
Place of Birth	Ragunna
Affiliation	The Montelli Family
Voice Actors	Ueda Kana / Yan Yeqiao / Jennifer English / Kim Soon Mi
Signature Dish

Level	HP	Attack	Defense
1	996	37	98
20	2,590	96	251
20+	3,254	123	314
40	4,933	186	476
40+	5,597	214	251
50	6,436	245	620
50+	7,100	273	684
60	7,940	304	764
60+	8,603	331	828
70	9,443	363	909
70+	10,107	381	972
80	10,946	412	1,053
80+	11,610	431	1,117
90	12,450	462	1,197

Upgrade Cost Skills Resonance Chain Sequence Node 1: Beauty Blazes Brightest Before It Fades

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When Carlotta deals DMG to a target inflicted with Deconstruction, the Crit. Rate of this instance of DMG is increased by 12.5%. When Resonance Skill Chromatic Splendor hits a target inflicted with Dispersion, Carlotta additionally restores 30 points of Substance. Sequence Node 2: Fallen Petals Give Life to New Blooms

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The DMG Multiplier of Resonance Liberation Fatal Finale is increased by 126%. Sequence Node 3: Adelante, Cortado, Spinning in Grace

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Enable Outro Skill Kaleidoscope Sparks: Deal 1 additional strike at the end of Outro Skill Closing Remark, dealing Glacio DMG equal to 1032.18% of Carlotta's ATK. The DMG Multiplier of Resonance Skill Art of Violence and Resonance Skill Chromatic Splendor is increased by 93%. Sequence Node 4: Yesterday's Raindrops Make Finest Wine

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Casting Heavy Attack, Heavy Attack Containment Tactics, and Heavy Attack Imminent Oblivion grants all Resonators in the team 25% Resonance Skill DMG Bonus for 30s. Sequence Node 5: Toast to Past, Today, and Every Day to Come

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The DMG Multiplier of Heavy Attack Imminent Oblivion is increased by 47%. Sequence Node 6: As the Curtain Falls, I Remain What I Am

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Shots of Resonance Liberation Death Knell deal higher DMG and shoot out double the number of crystal shards, representing a total increase of 186.6% in the DMG Multiplier of Resonance Liberation Death Knell.
Shots of Resonance Liberation Death Knell inflict Scattering on targets when hit, during which the target is immobilized. This effect is removed after 1.5s or when the target receives DMG. Stories Reshaping Dimensions

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[Extracted from the Internal Records of the Montelli Family - Access Shared]
Codename: Opal
This member's Awakening occurred over a decade ago and she possesses great control over her Forte.
This member's Tacet Mark is located in the lumbar area, and no significant physical changes were found after Awakening. She can generate infinite brilliant crystals resembling opals, which can be reconstructed into firearms and ammunition as needed. While using her Forte, Opal's hair also exhibits a crystallized effect. Enemies hit by the generated crystals will also undergo crystallization.
It is worth mentioning that some individuals tried to profit by collecting these "gems," only to find them impossible to liquidate or circulate. Judging from the appearance, they are akin to precious gems, but in essence, they are some medium that triggers structural reconstruction, capable of causing the frequency of the hit target to collapse and disintegrate until complete vanishment.
This member's Resonance Spectrum Pattern shows certain similarities to stained glass decorations and natural snowflakes. It is suspected that this may be related to her proactive behavior of breaking tradition and using decorations as weapons when her Forte first awakened.
Analysis of test samples has revealed a non-convergent Rabelle's Curve, and thus this member is classified as a Mutant Resonator with an incubation period.

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[Extracted from the Internal Records of the Montelli Family - Access Shared]
Codename: Opal
This member's waveform graph shows elliptical fluctuations. The Time Domain pattern is regular, and no signs of abnormal fluctuations are observed. The test results are assessed as being within the normal phase.
Resonant Criticality: High. This member possesses high stability with minimal risk of Overclocking.
Records indicate no history of Overclocking.
There is no current need for psychological counseling.
How elegant! Lady Carlo... No, this member's performance is always so elegant, so perfect—even in this test... Very elegant indeed! Stakes and Art

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The night rain drummed the window and stirred up an odor of pungent liquor. Carlotta didn't like the smell, but she took comfort in that only those compelled by the strongest of desires would venture out in such weather, and such individuals were rarely subtle.
A woman in worn yet carefully maintained clothing tried to appear nonchalant, but her eyes were fixated on the auctioneer's every move like a desperate gambler. A flamboyant man in the central foyer loudly expounded upon various art styles, unwilling to relinquish the attention he had attracted, all the while unaware that he had conflated several distinct schools of art. Finally, a boy lurked by a window, furtively glancing at Carlotta before catching himself and looking away—rather tactless, but by no means a problem.
For Carlotta, this was a game whose outcome was hers to decide.
This was not Carlotta's first auction. On stage under a soft spotlight, the pieces came and went. Potential buyers murmured among themselves, forgoing discussions of artistic merit in favor of analyzing each work's price history. Creating art is a noble endeavor, but the business of art is far less so. Here each transaction was a present wager on a future payoff.
Even so, Carlotta still raised her placard for niche works that held little mainstream appeal. To her, these pieces were part of a grand strategy—whether a meaningless melange of shapes or a deconstructive expression of true artistry... time would reveal the answer, with returns far exceeding expectations.
Such behavior was initially met with skepticism, but Carlotta's air of certainty soon began to sway the bidders and shape their choices. It seemed as though she had a strategy uniquely grounded in art theory, aesthetic sensibility, and market insight. Yet she was about to go one step further in search of greater heights.
And then, the moment arrived, right then and there...

In the final seconds of bidding, Carlotta raised her placard once more to the astonishment of onlookers. Seeing this, the flamboyant man instantly one-upped her bid.
Countdown. Bid. Countdown. Bid... The auction rushed forward, each bid thicker and faster than the last, pushing everyone's emotions toward a suffocating crescendo. The woman in worn clothing widened her eyes in disbelief at the rising sums. The boy scarcely caught his breath as he whipped his head back and forth at the frenzy of activity.
Just as the auctioneer's hammer was about to fall, Carlotta waved at her rival with a rueful smile. "How unexpected that there is another who recognizes the true worth of this painting. Your willingness to stake such a sum... It rightfully belongs to you."
The event drew to a close, but Carlotta still had a few matters to settle.
She watched the man leave with the painting before retreating into a quiet corner. The boy who had locked eyes with her earlier approached.
"I let slip that Carlotta Montelli had her eyes set on a masterpiece. Just like you instructed, Miss."
Carlotta smiled and gave the boy his reward. If he stayed agreeable, she wouldn't mind taking him into her confidence again, should she need him again for some future trivial task. As for the woman lingering nearby...
"Miss Carlotta, I'm very grateful for all that you've done for me and my father. It's just... it's just..." The woman hesitated, searching for the right words. Carlotta didn't miss a beat.
"No, the piece sold at a fair price. I used my methods, but your father's painting is indeed worth that much. Sometimes, people simply lack patience."
Everyone got what they wanted. So did she.
With that thought, Carlotta left the auction hall to disappear into the darkness and rain. Past Overdue

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That night the rain came suddenly.
It flooded the streets and filled those final moments before midnight with a deeper misery. Carlotta lifted her eyes to glimpse blurred shadows through the faint light piercing sheets of water. Wasn't she another shadow in the downpour? Yes... A shadow that reaped lives to right past wrongs.
The rain would not stop her from finding the one she sought.
Click... Click... Click. The sound of heels on pavement drew nearer. A door creaked open, and Carlotta strode inside. She had traveled across Ragunna to find the man standing before her, nearly forgotten by time. Her words were terse, "To be frank, I've come in the name of the Montellis to read you your obituary."
"I knew you would come."
Silver threaded through his hair, his face worn by time and regret. His voice was steady as he regarded Carlotta blankly.
"The Montellis do not forget blood debts. Sooner or later, I knew I'd be found."

A window in the room was ajar, and a cold breeze crept in, bringing the chill of the night. The old man shivered, but his frailty only irritated Carlotta. He spoke as though he hadn't once schemed against the Montellis and ingratiated himself with the Fisalias. As if he hadn't orchestrated the Montelli headquarters raid which cost so many their lives, even after the family had agreed to a deal over the West End.
Carlotta's retort was sharp.
"You knew the consequences of your actions."
"Bah! You Montellis never change. It's been ten years. Everything's over. You took back the West End, while I've been cowering like a rat in a hole. I live in fear that come any rain-sodden night, someone like you might sneak in and end my life."
The old man sighed, his expression hardening. His hand shot out for a hidden weapon.
Carlotta said nothing. Her crystal morphed into a gun in a silent but lethal threat.
For Carlotta, this was not about revenge, this was about unpaid debts and lost respect. Any Montelli could die, but as long as one Montelli remained, the family would not fall. A Montelli's absolute trust in their kin gave them the peace of mind to lay down their lives for the good of the family. Should they fall, another would take up their mantle and finish what had to be done. So, even after ten years, this debt had to be settled. Only then would it truly be over. It was never a question of money and closure but of loyalty and commitment.
Bang! Another "gem" shattered into shards.
The old man slumped to the floor. He looked up, determined to keep Carlotta in sight, but he could no longer move.

"Cough... cough... You have not won... this game does not end.... in death..."

Yes. It was a game that only ended once spent.
Carlotta repeated the thought as she stepped into the street. The night air gently brushed her cheek, carrying away the room's echoing silence.
She closed the door. Before that, A note with "Debts Cleared" printed on it fell gently by the foot of the old man.
And so... where there is death inside, outside there will always be Ragunna. Ballroom Death of Dance

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That night, the rain kept sliding down Carlotta's hair onto her face. She felt drained staggering forward, as if she were drowning in the fine drizzle.
Carlotta rued her habit of not carrying an umbrella. She desperately wanted to rest under one, but the approaching footsteps told her there would be no respite. No matter, Carlotta bit down on her glove and tore it off her hand. She had to continue this deadly dance with her life on the line.
Earlier that night... the most opulent ballroom at City Hall played host to a gathering attended by the Order, the Fisalias, and the Montellis, all powerful forces with their own agendas. Carlotta was no different. She had chosen a dress and heels that offered her freedom of movement. She would melt into the crowd and wait in the shadows.

Carlotta stepped onto the dance floor, exchanging a polite smile with the Fisalia representative.
"You look especially enchanting tonight, Miss Carlotta. Do you have plans for later?"
"No, just enjoying the evening," Carlotta replied, her fingers resting lightly on the waist of the stunning woman, whose hand slid up Carlotta's forearm in response. Their palms met and their bodies swayed in unison, their ruffled skirts like petals of a blooming flower.
"Come now, surely you did not come just to dance? There are other Montellis here, I presume?"
"You know how I enjoy these affairs. From the way you watch, I'd say the Fisalias have great stakes in tonight's proceedings."
The beautiful woman shifted her rhythm, grip tightening as she attempted to seize the lead. Carlotta let the pull guide her, spinning easily back into the embrace.
"The Order holds the reins of this city. We Fisalias will not allow you to disrupt the delicate balance. The Montelli vision is too radical."

"You call us radical, and yet it is you who hungers for power. You seek to control the tide, as if it could ever be held still."

Their duet grew increasingly frenetic as both sought to seize the upper hand. It became a dance of delicate evasion, brief moments of contact before pulling apart in the same fluid motion. As the music reached its climax, the woman drew back, glancing at the crowd, her gaze searching for the other hidden Montellis.
Carlotta gripped the woman's hand, guiding her back into their rhythmic dance. The music kept them bound together. The woman had no escape, and she dared not make a scene. All she could do was glare at Carlotta with malice.
"The Montellis have ears everywhere. From the start, you were after my "children." I hope you're prepared to dance until death do us part."

Their dance suddenly took on a new meaning. Carlotta halted, spun, struck, and the targets fell... Her tango became a single, deadly waltz with the woman's guards and "children" all the way to here, their struggle punctuated by the relentless rain.
Carlotta felt poison seep into her wound, its mind-bending venom ravaging her veins. Something metallic trickled from the corner of her mouth. Carlotta smirked, letting out a soft, bitter laugh.
Was this the fate of that woman's last dance partner? No matter. Sooner or later, all who deal in death meet its embrace.
As the poison stripped Carlotta of her senses and tore away all reason and sanity, she bowed, and then with a smile, shone with a brilliance that turned night into day. If death was inevitable, why hold back on the dance of a lifetime...? In the Name of the Montellis

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That night, Carlotta knew it was raining. She couldn't see the droplets, but the rainwater had left streaks on the windowpane.
Carlotta shifted her skirts and looked into the mirror. The wound had healed nicely and the scar was no longer visible. The toxins had also been completely purged. But she wasn't keen on resting. She kept it to herself, but doing nothing made her uneasy as if something was slipping through her fingers. Carlotta decided to consult Grandfather on how best to handle the recent "troubles."

She found him in a corridor by the foyer. A late sleeper like herself, it was not unusual for Grandfather to be up at this hour. She could not tell whether he was watching the rain outside or admiring the painting on the wall, or perhaps...
"Grandfather, are you waiting for me?"
"Not exactly. You see, I was thinking about you when you first joined the family."

His response caught Carlotta off guard. Truth be told, she didn't like the person she was back then: naïve, weak, abandoned, far removed from being a Montelli. There was so much she had to learn—about Ragunna, the Montellis, and problems that required elegant solutions. Almost no one believed in her except Grandfather. Back then the only thing she took pride in was her Forte, which she instinctively wielded as a means to an end. Over time, she had adapted to the Montelli Code, using her abilities to handle the family's more delicate matters.
Had something gone wrong in the process?
Carlotta believed that her current role in the Montelli hierarchy was most beneficial to the family. They had accepted her, approved of her, and now, they needed her. She was a true granddaughter to the Padrino, more deserving of the Montelli name than ever before. So why was Grandfather bringing up the past?

"Do you remember? When you asked me to make you my Executor, I gave you those opal gloves right here, in this very spot," Grandfather gently patted Carlotta's shoulder. "I have never doubted your abilities, but I've begun to wonder if that was truly what you wanted."

What she truly wanted and what she was doing now... Carlotta saw little difference between the two. Life stretched on and through it, people needed certain beliefs, ideals, or loved ones to be their anchor. For Carlotta being a Montelli was her anchor—and the Montelli family was her everything.

"No, that's where you're mistaken," Grandfather said softly as if seeing exactly what Carlotta was thinking, "A true Montelli does not live solely for the family. She does not exist to only follow rules, whether set by myself or by the family. She must feel the world and make her own rules."
"I want to see you shine because I believe you possess brilliance from within. Before you constrained yourself to the idea of what it meant to be a Montelli, you had just begun to define your own rules."
The sky outside began to lighten... In the end, Grandfather declined to let Carlotta keep the role of Executor. Instead, he asked her to write a letter inviting representatives from the Black Shores to Ragunna. Carlotta looked out the window. After the rain, Ragunna was enveloped in a dull gray mist. The city was a slumbering beast, waiting for the grand arrival of the Carnevale to awaken it.
At that moment, Carlotta was unaware that it was during this rainy night that Francesco Montelli made a decision that would shape the future of the Montellis. He would employ special means to return the power of choice to her hands. And she, like her original self, would pave the way for what was to come. In the Name of Carlotta

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At dusk, the rain has finally stopped.
The soft glow of the setting sun gently washes over Carlotta as she sips coffee by the harbor. The tide rolls in and out, its golden ripples mirroring the endless cycle of Ragunna's days and nights. With no particular destination in mind, she wandered, pausing at random. This isn't her norm, but in the future, she might just make a habit of it, much like she has started making a habit of searching for parts of herself that belonged to Carlotta alone, separate from the Montellis.
After celebrating the Carnevale with the distinguished guest, and exposing Capollo's betrayal with her help, Carlotta finally understood what Grandfather had been unable to fully express on that rainy night.
He was concerned that she might do things for the family that went against her principles. Grandfather hadn't drawn a path for her based on his own past. He had only hoped that she would avoid being trapped by the established pattern.
But the truth is more complex than that.
Her decision to remain as Executor was certainly made with the family's interest at heart. But every step that led to her decision was a choice she gladly made, and in the end, that was all there was to it. She was never one to be bound by rules. Not in the past. Not now. And not ever.
Naturally, as a Montelli, she could not afford to think only of herself. She was drawn to extremes, to reckless solutions, unafraid of change or risk. But when it came time to act, when decisions had to be made, she tempered those inclinations. In a way, this was indeed a constraint imposed by her identity—a collar forged by blood and duty. But it was also a bond that anchored her.
She is Carlotta Montelli. She will always be needed. She will be cast aside again. Despite that single constraint, she has a freedom few could claim.
A life devoted to creating a singular, defining masterpiece—Carlotta has seen many such lives.
The tapestry of her future is a subject far more enticing, and one she is more than willing to weave, thread by thread. To capture the essence of who she is, she will continue to cut, arrange, and layer... until she can call it a rich enough work of art.
But for now, she wants to permit herself a small sense of pride.
Carlotta isn't ready to bear the parts of herself that exist only in the quiet spaces of her mind... But perhaps Rover would be the exception. Indeed, she still preferred to call her Cat's Eye. They had walked shoulder to shoulder for a time, but in the end, neither of them could have paused their journey for the other. She had been blunt about her "excessive perfection," and so, in keeping with the promise she made to "be less reserved," Carlotta will weave that Cat's Eye into the fabric of her story. She can't shake the feeling that fate is not done with them yet. As for when, or how, or what new adventures may unfold between them... she can scarcely wait.
In the distance, a Gondola cuts through still water as it glides back toward the dock. A chorus of calls between those aboard and onshore marks the fading echoes of the day's clamor. After the rain, no one can say what transpired in the dark of the night. For now, only the dying light brushes her skin, marking the end of the cycle of the day.
She takes one last sip from her cup, turns, and walks into the encroaching darkness.
In the stillness of the world, she will dance her own dance. Art's Return

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This is no mere collage made of disparate materials but rather an interpretation of inspiration and a concept of constructivist ideals. Its creator started her career marked by striking innovation, yet she remained deeply underappreciated. Carlotta, however, recognized this "hidden gem," describing her work as "an impression of otherness with a hauntingly poetic touch." Now a celebrated installation artist in Ragunna, she crafted this fine piece as a unique token of gratitude for Carlotta's sponsorship and unwavering trust.

Executor's Case

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A delicate case decorated with intricately carved gemstones, ideal for any formal occasion. They say a lady's bag is where her secrets hide, which is certainly true for Carlotta. The perfume bottle, for instance, is a grenade in disguise, while the glasses are special instruments displaying real-time locations and query results. Beyond their ornamental charm, these items are Carlotta's most reliable allies in her missions.
In beauty, they adorn; in death, they unmake—perfectly suit their owner's needs.

Family's Creed

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A pair of black gloves, their lustrous sheen reminiscent of the night, adorned with gemstones bearing the same name as the wearer—Opal.
Within the family, there are many unspoken rules, subtle and unnecessary to voice aloud. One such rule is this: those who wear black gloves must quietly resolve any "troubles" to serve the family's needs.
Yet, this is not a matter of compromise, but rather Carlotta's own choice. The family has shown her the wider world, and now she will guide them into an even greater one—both in the name of the true Montelli and her own.

Voice Lines Thoughts: I

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Before our paths crossed, I'd only heard stories about you from Grandfather. But Ragunna is rather secluded, and not all the tales that reach us remain true. I found myself wondering who you really were, and you surpassed every expectation. Your arrival didn't just disrupt the delicate balance in Ragunna, it also shed light on doubts and hesitations that had kept me trapped for so long. Thoughts: II

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Be light and swift, steady and precise. One hand on the waist, the other on the shoulder. Let the momentum carry you into a perfect arc as you spin… Hehe, you see? Combat and ballroom dancing do share a few similarities, wouldn't you agree? Thoughts: III

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In our family, we encounter all sorts of people, but they generally fall into three categories: the wealthy, the poor, and young newcomers with nothing to lose. Regardless, those that intrigue me the most are the ones with a fire in their eyes. You see, those who don't know what they truly want are often adrift, chasing after everything but never holding onto a thing. Thoughts: IV

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I've come to find a genuine pleasure working with you—truly, I do not say this out of formality. Whether it's business or not, I truly cherish every moment we share. Thoughts: V

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You have the most beautiful eyes. When you're focused intently, they shine like gems... I must admit, I find myself captivated. So, why not keep me in your sights a little longer? Perhaps then, I could be the one to make that sparkle even brighter. Carlotta's Hobby

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The beauty of art shouldn't be confined by a viewer's knowledge or taste. Whether it's the latest trends, timeless classics, or avant-garde surrealism, each offers a unique vantage point. What I truly admire is the emotion and passion artists pour into their work. That's why I connect them with patrons who can truly appreciate their vision, ensuring their brilliance is recognized and valued. Carlotta's Trouble

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Long ago, I witnessed a storm that I will never forget. The air was suffocating, damp, and tinged with a faint, rusty odor. I stood there in silence, feeling utterly helpless. Since that day, I've faced many more storms. Instead of retreating, I choose to walk into the rain, seeking justice before it can wash away all the blood and pain. Now that I think about it, perhaps it wasn't the rain itself I loathed, but what it brought with it. After all, it's difficult to hold onto one's dignity in a downpour, and in those moments, we all reveal parts of ourselves we'd rather keep hidden. Favorite Food

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When it comes to flavors, I don't have any particular preferences. But isn't it curious how food can take on a meaning of its own depending on the company? Take my family, for instance—we say true unity only comes after sharing a bottle of honeyed wine and a slice of orange pie. What do you think? Shall we try that next time? Disliked Food

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Have you ever attended one of those lavish traditional banquets? The portions are modest, but the pomp is overwhelming. Silver bowls, crystal goblets, and gem-studded plates parade before you, each one more ostentatious than the last, all to flaunt the host's wealth... Before you can even begin to eat, you must endure dozens of needless formalities. To me, they seem to forget that true decorum and elegance are not about such excess. Ideals

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The Montellis' legacy is built and sustained by every member of the our family. We know the world is far greater than Ragunna or Rinascita alone. Just as our ancestors once ventured into the unknown, we too must continue to chart new courses. Now, a golden opportunity lies before us... I need only to seize it and take that step forward. Perhaps more than just one. Chat: I

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Everyone who handles family directives has a codename, each with a matching token. Mine is the opal. While they do shine and dazzle, my opals aren't real jewels. They're merely crystals reshaped by my Forte. Whether as decorations or ammunition, I use them to create the brilliance I desire. Chat: II

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My past is no secret within my family or among old acquaintances… I've been called many things: the abandoned orphan, descendant of the lesser branch, prominent young lady, and efficient executor. Each title represents a part of me, though none capture the whole. To dance on the edge of danger, one must learn to wear many masks. For the future of the Montelli family, I will play any role that's required of me. About Brant

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He's the captain leading his crew through tempestuous seas, and I often wonder whether his gaze from the deck reveals ambition, or selflessness and passion. Our family once extended an invitation to him, but he declined, remarking, "A captain's ship is his alone, and he will never abandon it." Thus, we remain partners with aligned interests, and that suits us just fine. About Roccia

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I've always been curious about something. Just how much can her box, Pero, actually hold? New designs, costumes, the fine wines the troupe keeps hidden, shimmering sea gems and shells... And Roccia's thoughts and feelings, too. Though Roccia herself rarely speaks her mind, Pero seems to reveal them all. About Phoebe

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Phoebe is as pure and innocent as a budding lily. Her kindness and devotion are beyond question. Yet, without sufficient strength, such virtues might lead one into the trap of blind faith. I mean no disrespect, but this is a dilemma every believer faces at some point—whether they are following a mere illusion shaped by others' agendas or upholding principles and beliefs that truly have meaning. About Zani

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Zani is wary of unnecessary, inefficient tasks because she excels at completing her work with haste, precision, and quality. Although it may seem that these aspects contradict each other, they actually complement one another. The family imposes few restrictions on private commissions, so if you have a challenging request, feel free to approach her. Oh, but do ensure the compensation is appropriate. About Francesco

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Some people see family as a matter of blood and heritage, while others, unbound by such conventions, consider those who share their ideals as family. I am deeply grateful for the protection, opportunities, and insight Grandfather has given me, along with the pride of being a Montelli. He embodies the spirit of the Montelli family, and I am determined to honor his legacy. Like him, I will lead our family forward with action, as a true Montelli would. Birthday Wishes

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Happy birthday, Rover. I must confess, ever since I found out about your birthday, I've been thinking about the perfect gift for you. You likely already possess many treasures, so I wanted mine to be something unique, practical, and delightful—something that would bring you joy and remind you of me. So, here it is: a pistol reshaped by my Forte. It symbolizes that you have the freedom to do as you wish. Whether or not you're a Montelli, this promise holds true, always, in the name of Carlotta Montelli. Idle: I

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Bang. The white has been dyed red. Idle: II

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*Effort Sound* Idle: III

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To shine or to die? Merely two sides of the same coin. Self-Introduction

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I am Carlotta Montelli, the second lady of the Montelli family. In certain situations, I might also be known as Opal. I have a talent for uncovering value and solving problems. Whether it's for business or building friendships, you can rely on me. If you're interested in closer collaboration... well, that's certainly possible. However, are you prepared to offer your faith, life, and future in exchange? Greeting

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Fate has led you to me, and considering the terms I'm offering… You wouldn't refuse me, would you? Join Team: I

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Let's prove our value to each other. Join Team: II

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See? I always choose the winning side—yours. Join Team: III

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New investments, new deals… I promise you won't be disappointed. Ascension: I

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Now, my Forte can reshape even more. Your labour has truly borne fruit. Ascension: II

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Such delightful and irresistible power. Well, now we have another shared secret. Ascension: III

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Your generosity is as unwavering as ever. But how should I repay you? After all, the most precious things are often those that defy definition. Ascension: IV

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The opal shines even more brightly… It seems you find greater pleasure in the crafting process itself than in the finished gems. Ascension: V

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Indeed, very well. Please, continue… Heh, did you not expect me to say that? I relish all the experiences you offered and make no secret of the ambition stirred. So, see this through—what I wish for and what I can offer go far beyond what is presented now. Heavy Attack: I

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Not even close. Heavy Attack: II

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Running won't save you. Heavy Attack: III

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Time to part ways. Heavy Attack: IV

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You will yield! Heavy Attack: V

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Brilliance lights the way. Heavy Attack: VI

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The stage is set. Resonance Skill: I

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Hush. Resonance Skill: II

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Improvise. Resonance Skill: III

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Surrender. Resonance Skill: IV

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Take this…! Resonance Skill: V

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Found your weak spot. Resonance Skill: VI

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Stand down. Resonance Liberation: I

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The world is mine Resonance Liberation: II

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Glory demands more. Resonance Liberation: III

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Victory favors me. Resonance Liberation: IV

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Masterpiece complete. Resonance Liberation: V

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In the name of the Montellis. Resonance Liberation: VI

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A new era awaits. Intro & Outro Skills

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My compliments. Hit: I

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Such stubbornness. Hit: II

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You've crossed the wrong person. Hit: III

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An absurd, impudent display. Injured: I

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Is that it? Injured: II

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I'm still standing. Injured: III

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An eye... for an eye. Fallen: I

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Glory to the Montellis. Fallen: II

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Death… is not the end. Fallen: III

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Red, a fading red… Echo Summon

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Let's take them together. Echo Transform

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Still recognize me? Enemies Near

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Quickly and swiftly. Glider

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Lighter than a dove. Grapple

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Gently does it. Sensor

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Ah… There you are. Dash

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Can you keep up? Wall Dash

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A smooth journey. Supply Chest: I

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Anything catch your eye? Supply Chest: II

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This craftsmanship... A wise investment. Supply Chest: III

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Start small to build big.