Hasegawa Ikumi / Ye Zhiqiu / Rebecca Hanssen / Kim Ye Rim
Signature Dish
A wandering bard from Rinascita, Ciaccona. She sings not only for the Divinity, but also for the common folk.
She records stories along her journeys, turning them into songs that evoke laughter, emotion, and tears in both the storytellers and the audience.
Basic Attack Perform up to 4 consecutive attacks, dealing Aero DMG. Basic Attack Stage 4 inflicts 1 stack of Aero Erosion upon the target hit. - When the first three stages of Ciaccona's Basic Attack are interrupted by dodging, press Basic Attack in time to resume the attack cycle and cast the corresponding Basic Attack stage. - After Basic Attack Stage 4, Ciaccona starts a Solo Concert. If Ciaccona's Basic Attack Stage 4 or Solo Concert ends early (proactively or being interrupted), an Ensemble Sylph is generated. Solo Concert When Ciaccona or Ensemble Sylph performs Solo Concert, they give 24% Aero DMG Bonus to all nearby Resonators in the team. This effect is not stackable. Ensemble Sylph Up to 2 Ensemble Sylphs may exist simultaneously. If Ciaccona's Basic Attack Stage 4 is interrupted, the Ensemble Sylphs generated will finish the attack for Ciaccona and enter Solo Concert. If Ciaccona's Solo Concert is interrupted, the Ensemble Sylphs generated will continue the Solo Concert for Ciaccona. Aside from the two situations mentioned above, Ensemble Sylphs generated by Resonance Skill will finish Ciaccona's current attack without entering Solo Concert. Heavy Attack Consume STA to jump into mid-air and attack the target, dealing Aero DMG. Aimed Attack Press Aim to enter Aiming Mode to fire charged shots, dealing Aero DMG, considered Heavy Attack DMG. Mid-air Attack Consume STA to perform up to 2 consecutive attacks, dealing Aero DMG. Press Normal Attack after Mid-air Attack Stage 2 to cast Basic Attack Stage 4. Dodge Counter Follow up successful Dodges with Basic Attack to attack the target, dealing Aero DMG.
Move a certain distance, dealing Aero DMG and inflicting 1 stack of Aero Erosion on the target upon hit. Press Normal Attack in time to cast Basic Attack Stage 2. - When Ciaccona interrupts Basic Attack, Heavy Attack, Mid-air Attack, or Solo Concert with Resonance Skill, an Ensemble Sylph is generated. - Ciaccona's Resonance Skill can be cast in mid-air.
Ciaccona and Ensemble Sylphs perform an Improvised Symphonic Poem together, dealing Aero DMG once to the nearby targets and entering Recital. Recital When in Recital, sound waves will periodically radiate around Ciaccona. When the sound wave overlaps with the circle indicator, press the green or yellow buttons to generate Symphonic Poem: Tonic of the corresponding color and recover a certain amount of Concerto Energy. During Recital: - Switching to another Resonator doesn't end Recital, but automatically generates a Symphonic Poem: Tonic matching the color of the last generated Tonic before switching. A green Symphonic Poem: Tonic is generated by default if no interaction input is given before switching to another Resonator. - Ciaccona is immune to interruptions and takes 50% less DMG. - Exit Recital by pressing Resonance Liberation again or switching Ciaccona back onto the field. - Ensemble Sylphs can now directly grant Aero DMG Bonus provided by Solo Concert. Symphonic Poem: Tonic Green Tonic: Deal Aero DMG to nearby targets and inflict a stack of Aero Erosion on targets hit. Yellow Tonic: Deal Aero DMG to nearby targets and inflict a stack of Spectro Frazzle on targets hit.
Aero Erosion DMG dealt to targets near the active Resonator is Amplified by 100% for 30s.
Forte Circuit: Symphony of Wind and Verse
Heavy Attack - Quadruple Downbeat When there are 3 segments of Musical Essence, Heavy Attack is replaced with Heavy Attack - Quadruple Downbeat. Consume all Music Essense to shoot Downbeat Notes forward to deal Aero DMG, pulling in the nearby targets and inflicting 1 stack of Aero Erosion on the target hit. Heavy Attack - Quadruple Downbeat can be cast in mid-air close to the ground. Musical Essence Ciaccona can hold up to 3 segments of Musical Essence. Casting Basic Attack Stage 4 or Intro Skill recovers 1 segment of Musical Essence.
Casting Resonance Liberation Singer's Triple Cadenza grants Ciaccona a Shield equal to 100% of her Max HP for 4s. Switching out Ciaccona removes the Shield.
Resonance ChainSequence Node 1: Where Wind SingsCasting Resonance Skill Harmonic Allegro grants Ciaccona immunity to interruption for 3s. Casting Basic Attack increases Ciaccona's ATK by 35% for 10s.Sequence Node 2: Song of the Four SeasonsDuring Resonance Liberation Singer's Triple Cadenza, Resonators in the team gain 40% Aero DMG Bonus.Sequence Node 3: Starlit ImprovCasting Basic Attack Stage 4 additionally grants 1 segment of Musical Essence. Resonance Skill Harmonic Allegro gains 1 more charge.Sequence Node 4: Toccata and FugueCiaccona ignores 45% of the targets' DEF when dealing damage with Heavy Attack Quadruple Downbeat; Ciaccona ignores 45% of the targets' DEF when dealing Resonance Liberation DMG.Sequence Node 5: Eternal Idyll to Lasting SummerGain 40% Resonance Liberation DMG Bonus; DMG taken by Resonators within and around the range of Resonance Liberation Singer's Triple Cadenza is reduced by 30%.Sequence Node 6: Unending CadenceWhen in Solo Concert, Ciaccona or Ensemble Sylph deals Aero DMG equal to 220% of Ciaccona's ATK to nearby targets, considered Resonance Liberation DMG.StoriesWoven MelodiesJournal Entry of Veron Toccata—Head of Toccata Family I do not know if this is a blessing or a curse that has befallen my child. The child has mastered numerous instruments with ease. She tells me that the melodies in the music sheets appear not just as notes to her, but also as a series of scenes: they are stories of the instruments and their performers... She took my hand and shared this perception with me, and that is when I discovered that Ciaccona can recreate aspects of the world through melodies. It is a realm of her own making. As long as she can sense these melodies, Ciaccona can transform her poetry and music into anything. The child has an innate curiosity about everything, making it easy for her to empathize with the stories and experiences of others. I fear this gift may bring her misfortune. That she will hear the echoes that hide within the darkness of shadows.Journal Entry of Veron Toccata—Head of Toccata Family
The Order was inevitably made aware of Ciaccona's ability. They deemed her destined to become the Toccata Family's most radiant chorister. Per protocol, they conducted a Forte examination on her. These were the results:
This member's waveform graph shows elliptical fluctuations with a stable Time Domain. No signs of abnormal fluctuations were 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.
All data appears to be normal, likely due to her perception of melodies being filled with wonder and hope. As she grows older, I sometimes wish she could be happy like this forever... Yet I know that became impossible the moment she took that key.Music and the WorldThe little girl always loved to look up. Whether at the clear blue of day or the glittering blue of night. She once wondered to herself why, but the words she knew couldn't express how she felt. All she knew was a sense of awe at the great unknown and the mysteries that lay beyond... Eventually, she stopped wondering, for she had discovered that gazing at the skies was an inexplicable beauty in itself.
With this discovery, she began to look up while reading, while sleeping, even while walking...
"Hey, hey. Eyes up front, Ms. Ciaccona. Why do you keep staring at the ceiling? Watch where you're going!" After taking a hard bump to the head, young Ciaccona decided it would be best not to stare at the sky so much... at least not while walking. The next time she looked up, she saw something that would become her lifelong passion.
It was an ordinary afternoon when Ciaccona pushed open the door of her father's study. The object tucked away on top of the cabinet was the first thing she noticed after looking up. She took it down nice and slowly—it was a violin and her first encounter with an instrument. Picturing how her father had played it before, she decided to give it a try.
"Screech..."
It was undoubtedly a harsh sound. Yet she felt a peculiar sensation, like she was sinking toward the bottom of the sea. All sounds but the violin began to fade away. The light and shadows of the setting sun blurred. The world before her eyes seemed to draw its curtains, and by the time they opened again, a new world appeared before her. The air was filled with dancing music notes, and in the distance, a group of people played music.
"H-Hello?"
No one responded to the young girl. She walked closer, and though their faces were blurry, the melody seemed familiar.
"It's a piece Father often plays. Composed by our family." Young Ciaccona recalled the music's origins.
The group seemed unaware of her presence as they played, surrounding the girl with melodies that sounded of cries of newborn babies, and life's joys and tragedies...
"Thud." The music came to an abrupt stop at the sound of a door opening. Noticing the violin in Ciaccona's hands, her father gently patted her head with a slight look of resignation before putting it away.
"I'll teach you how to play when you're a bit older," he said, taking Ciaccona's hand and leading her out of the room. Just before the door closed behind them, Ciaccona turned around and waved goodbye to the violin.
From that day on, Ciaccona began searching for information about the music. The more she learned, the clearer her visions became whenever she touched an instrument.
She never told anyone what she saw that day. It wasn't until much later that Ciaccona learned it was due to her Forte: the power to recreate the past through melodies.
People of different times, brought together through music and poetry. It was the greatest miracle the girl could have ever imagined.Poems and the WorldWith a quill in hand, the young girl leaned on her desk, feeling the nib's metallic cold against her fingertips as her thoughts withered away in the barren deserts of inspiration.
Outside her window were busy crowds, birds, the wind, and Acolytes in prayer... In Ciaccona's eyes, they were scenes that could be transformed into words and punctuations, yet they refused to string together into sentences. The words were hollow and lifeless when placed side by side. That was... far from poetry.
"Lady Ciaccona. May I trouble you for a moment?" A maid knocked on the door, entering the room after receiving a nod from the girl.
"I was wondering if I could ask for a favor, since you have a way with words. Could you help me write a letter? It's for my family."
Ciaccona motioned for the maid to sit down and began to write on a blank sheet of paper: "Dear..."
When the maid received a return letter from home, she shared it with Ciaccona. Together, they began to write a second letter...
What poured forth were heartfelt snippets of the maid's life and thoughts. Ciaccona smiled with the maid's joy and wept with her sorrow.
Word of Ciaccona's prowess spread, and more people came to her to write letters. She grew to understand each person's intents more deeply. For those seeking to send a letter to the sailor at sea, her quill carried the salty taste of the sea. For those seeking to send a letter to the father working in wheat fields, her ink bore the scent of wheat. She kept everyone's stories a secret, of course.
Before she knew it, she discovered the words in her letters were becoming more like poetry, forming a soul.
She picked up her quill and glanced out the window once again, but the scenery remained stubbornly unchanged, and the piece of paper before her remained blank. A knock sounded at the door, likely someone with another letter request. As the girl got up to answer, the voice of the visitor blended with the sound of the creaking floor, and at that moment, she understood what had been holding her back for so long. Before she could write, she needed to first listen.
"Coming! Who would you like to write to today?"
Ciaccona smoothed out the creases on the paper as the wind carried the prayers from the Cathedral of Mercury into the room. She continued to be moved by the joys and sorrows of countless stories, all the while searching for the romance and soul within their verses.Fate and the DoorThe young girl stood anxiously before the door. Still, she stood on tiptoes and slid the key into the lock.
With her father and the rest of the family preoccupied with choir rehearsals, and no one around to keep an eye on her, Ciaccona knew this was her only chance at opening this door.
The door slowly creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness inside. Ciaccona braced against the wall and felt her way to the light switch.
Her father had forbidden anyone from entering this room. He told her it was his abandoned study, one he never had the time to clean out. He warned that the floorboards were so rotten they might break underfoot. But this wasn't enough to deter young Ciaccona's curiosity. Just as she had read in a poetry book: "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."
The lights flickered on, lighting up the room. Immediately, Ciaccona knew her father had lied. It was indeed a study, but it was immaculate.
Bookshelves towered along the walls and various instruments slept in corners. It was a paradise for a girl with so much love for poetry and music.
She gently touched the instruments, waking them from their long slumber, and began to skip and sing. Right, then left... until she collided with a bookshelf. A book fell at her feet, and Ciaccona opened the first page.
"This anthology is attributed to the Golden Anthem. May these poems bring a glimmer of hope for those strayed from their destined paths..."
Ciaccona repeated the preface, captivated by the words. She quietly sat down, turning page after page, and as she did, her own destiny began to turn as well...For the Stories, She Shall Sing"The knight, clad in battered armor, stumbles toward his homeland. Step by step, he leaves behind one footprint of determination after the other along the path ordained by the Divinity. What is destiny? The knight did not know. In this very moment, if the Divinity were to grant him a blessing, he would have but one wish—To return home a hero, and live the simple life he once knew..."
Ciaccona's narration ended as the music faded. Applause erupted around her like sparks leaping from a bonfire.
"Ciaccona, are you going somewhere else tomorrow?" The children gathered around her, eager for more stories.
Ciaccona had grown into a wandering bard, planting the seeds of poetry and music wherever her journey took her.
The fair winds guided the shepherds home, while the rolling clouds carried their thoughts across distant lands. The gentle rain, veiling tears, awaited the dawn.
The knight, with courage unyielding, charged toward the river's edge. The loaves of bread, heavy with parting, bore the family's silent sorrow.
The birds in the sky were the souls of Rinascita, striving, wings spread boldly even through the storm.
Ciaccona sang of tales far and wide but never once spoke of her own. When asked about her past and why she became a bard, she would always smile and reply, "Let the past stay where it belongs."
When the time comes for Ciaccona to finally unveil her past, the stories hidden behind her family name may become the most heart-wrenching chapters of her life.For Herself, She Shall Sing"Music itself holds no emotion. It's the heart that grants it meaning. So, dear listener, tell me. What feelings did my piece evoke in you?"
In Egla Town, countless people may meet and part with every passing moment. As a wandering bard, Ciaccona had always been an observer of stories, witnessing their beginnings, progression, and endings...
Until one morning, when she glimpsed an outlander from afar in the morning light, she knew that a new melody was about to sound.
That was Ciaccona's first conversation with you. But to her, it may not have been the first time the two of you met.
Under the night sky ablaze with fireworks, she witnessed the masked outlander claim the Laurel, outshining the stars and sparks amid the crowd's cheers.
What defines a hero praised in legends? Is it strength? Courage? Kindness? Or justice...?
Those qualities all converged on the radiant silhouette standing before her.
"If given the opportunity, I'd like to write a poem for you, Laureate."
The gentle breeze of Whisperwind Haven silently rides along the tides, passing over windmills and chimneys, then sweeping across the wilderness until it reaches a red-haired girl with antlers. She plays her lute among dancing birds, and the lingering wind soon carries her song to distant places.
"In her world, poetry and music each hold equal sway..."
As the girl with antlers watches you and Carlotta emerge from the wind, something tells her she too might soon be swept into a story.
Bards have always remained in the shadows as observers of another's legend. But stepping out from the pages, Ciaccona finds herself drawn into a story. There is both excitement and a hint of unease.
This time. For herself, she shall sing.Quill of Poetry
An exquisitely crafted quill that speaks through its feather. In the hands of a poet, it gives rise to endless inspiration, recounting lively tavern tales of thousand-year glaciers, the grand ruins of underground cities, and enchanted forests.
Where will the hero's legend unfold this time?
Miniature Instrument
A trinket Ciaccona bought from a marketplace. She was told it was a miniature instrument capable of producing sound. She often says that a performer's state of mind is intimately tied to the music, and that an instrument is not defined by its price. Not even if it is a tiny one... With eyes wide open, the crowd waits for this young girl to bring forth sounds that create miracles.
Musical Remembrance
A music box of fine craftsmanship, gifted to Ciaccona by a merchant after hearing her performance. Ciaccona's melodies can be recreated at a gentle turn of the handle. This made her realize that music can exist forever in another form.
Voice LinesThoughts: IYou must be exhausted from your long journey. Well, time to sit down, take a break, and enjoy some poetry and music. What do you have in mind today? A heroic epic, or a simple jolly tale of rural life?Thoughts: IIWhile reality may not have those magical swords and spells flying around in stories, that doesn't mean they have no meaning. The enduring goodness and beauty we find in those tales help us love the world even more.Thoughts: IIIWant to find me quickly? Let's see... You might catch me at restaurants late at night, on a random street corner, or up on the rooftops... Oh, that doesn't sound very helpful... Anyway, just follow the poetry and music, and we shall meet again.Thoughts: IVSo, you've noticed I never mention any goodbyes or farewells in my poems. That's because, to me, goodbyes are just preludes to reunions. If I made the endings all sad and teary, it would be awkward when we meet again, don't you think?Thoughts: VA stranger sailed from distant shores and, after a grand debut, was crowned Laureate of the Carnevale. How's that for a story? This tale will be sung through the ages. I'll have the wind carry it across time's endless sea, echoing in eternity.Ciaccona's HobbyI really love a polyphonic form of music called the "chaconne." It captures the fleeting journey of life. From the cries of birth, to the drama and joy of living, and finally the melancholy of aging and loss. I believe my poems should follow a similar style. Triumphs deserve celebration, but suffering must also be recognized. Only by embracing both the light and the dark can we truly learn to love the world.Ciaccona's TroubleI've slept in all sorts of "beds" while wandering from one place to another. Tents, treehouses, mountain rocks, you name it. I'm not really picky about the environment. What bothers me the most is that whenever I try to switch sleeping positions, my horns always get in the way. Ugh, a perfect-size nightcap or horn covers would be nice.Favorite FoodAny food can taste more delicious when paired with poems or music. How about we grab some wine and pizza, my friend? Add a side of "Poetry & Music Sauce," and when you hear the first few notes, you'll know it's time to dig in and enjoy.Disliked FoodFood names can be misleading sometimes. I once met a merchant who taught me how to make a "gourmet treat" called "Deer Crackers." It was a type of biscuit made with breadcrumbs and flours. The name sounded cute, and I thought it would have a fresh, natural taste. But when I gave it a bite all I got was just dry and bland. Right as the merchant noticed and snatched the crackers from my hand, a deer popped out of the bushes and started enjoying them. So, as the name suggests, "Deer Crackers" are really just crackers for deers.IdealsI wish I could travel forever. A child's journey, a crazy journey, a colorful journey, a wanderer's journey... Any journey. Being on the road, I get to meet all sorts of people and hear their stories. Their tales of love for life, random chatter, and wild dreams and ideas are like fireworks bursting with colors and excitement.Chat: IThis is the first musical instrument I ever had. It can no longer make the sounds it used to, but thanks to my Forte, I can still feel the joys it once brought me from time to time... A young girl basking in the setting sun on stage, performing all by herself for an imaginary audience.Chat: IIWhen I was little, my father wanted me to stay far away from poetry and music. I didn't understand why, especially when he was a choir master himself. But as they became a bigger part of my life, I began to see the other side—the often overlooked tragedies. Tragedies that can even harm the performers themselves.About CarlottaShe's a discerning buyer and a skilled seller. Whether modern or vintage, Carlotta always appraises art with a fair and thoughtful eye. She taught me that the beauty of art transcends time, and that every artist will eventually find an audience that appreciates their vision.About PhoebeThere was a time when I thought about telling her the truths about the Order, but after seeing her devotion as she stood in front of the Sentinel's statue, praying for the people of Ragunna, I abandoned the idea. For an Acolyte as kind as she is, perhaps the truth may do more harm than good, just as it did to me.About BrantHe's a captivating performer on stage. Sometimes I wonder about Brant's fate. Will he be written into the pages of history after countless adventures? Or will he spend his retirement years recounting his legendary tales on a ship somewhere, holding a bottle of Troupe Strength?About CartethyiaThe Blessed Maiden? Or a villain? There are still many unanswered questions in Cartethyia's story. I would never sing an incomplete story. A tale must have a proper ending for a bard to make it truly resonate through history.Birthday WishesOn this night of twinkling stars, I give my best wishes to the lucky star born on this day. Have you thought of a birthday wish yet? Wait, don't say it out loud. Once you have it, come sit down. The performance is about to begin.Idle: IHmm, something's missing… yes...Idle: IIPerfect now.Idle: III(Effort Sounds)Self-IntroductionBards are the couriers of heroes' tales. No need for applause or flowers. I'm just a storyteller like any other. Nice to meet you, great hero. You can call me Ciaccona.GreetingHear that? A twinkling star just tinkled to the ground!Join Team: IOff we go! May my poems light the way on your path ahead!Join Team: IISome say, the storyteller will end up being part of the story as well.Join Team: IIINow my inspiration is flowing!Ascension: IIsn't it amazing what miracles words and music can bring?Ascension: IIIt's a type of vocal exercise. Want to join me?Ascension: IIILook, a mandolin made from a cookie jar! And a maraca made with a water bottle filled with beans. Amazing, right? We define what a musical instrument is. Performers never worry about being out of tune when expressing genuine emotions.Ascension: IVIn a vast world, we journeyed across plains and explored ancient underground ruins. Finally, we pushed open the heavy doors of a tavern, dropped bags of Shell Credits on the table, and began singing our legends. As for whether the story is artistically embellished... Ha, I believe we should approach life with a romantic outlook.Ascension: VTime to end this story, the tale of all our adventures together. And there it is, the title of the final chapter: "To be Continued."Basic Attack: ITada! A grand overture.Basic Attack: IISolo time.Basic Attack: IIIPerfect wrap-up.Resonance Skill: IIOverture.Resonance Skill: IIPolyphony.Resonance Skill: IIIFaster.Resonance Liberation: ILet the show begin.Resonance Liberation: IIListen. The Trio of Destiny.Resonance Liberation: IIINow presenting, a poem of finale.Intro & Outro SkillsThanks for watching.Hit: IOops. Bum note.Hit: IIBetter get serious.Injured: IThe pitch is lowered.Injured: IIWonders and tragedies go together.Injured: IIIPlaying the last note...Fallen: II hear the weeping aria…Fallen: IIThe poems will be sung again…Fallen: IIIThe melodies... have faded...Echo SummonA perfect chord.Echo TransformSeeing is believing.Enemies NearTuning in.GliderNice and easy.SensorA pleasant surprise.DashMind the tempo.Supply Chest: IPhew. Not a mimic from the stories this time.Supply Chest: IIWell, look who's also got an eye for inspiration.Supply Chest: IIIFortune's singing.
Normal Attack: Quadruple Time Steps
Resonance Skill: Harmonic Allegro
Resonance Liberation: Singer's Triple Cadenza
Intro Skill: Roaming with the Wind
Outro Skill: Windcalling Tune
Forte Circuit: Symphony of Wind and Verse
Inherent Skill: Interlude Tune
Inherent Skill: Winds of Rinascita
Inherent Skill: Life Skill
Sequence Node 1: Where Wind Sings
Sequence Node 2: Song of the Four Seasons
Sequence Node 3: Starlit Improv
Sequence Node 4: Toccata and Fugue
Sequence Node 5: Eternal Idyll to Lasting Summer
Sequence Node 6: Unending Cadence
