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poterynniystrannik-art · 11 days ago

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☘️ Genshin OC

Name: Ranolla (Rani)

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Race: Half-elf

Age: 19

Height: 167

Weapon: Catalyst

The Eye of God: the arboretum

Role in the squad: Heal, the second domager

Birthplace: Mondstadt

Place of residence: Sumeru

🔎 Skill Description:

Q - 'Dawn Blossom' - Creates a cylinder-shaped zone with a radius of 1.3 m, which Restores 70% HP of the Ranolla and the active character in the next 4 seconds.

After the first effect, it restores the HP of the entire squad for 20% of the max HP of the Runoll every 3 seconds for 9 seconds.

Does not impose a dendro effect on the opponent.

[Recharge time is 20 seconds, energy consumption is 7. Recharge time is reduced to 15 seconds from C5]

E1 - 'Eclipse' - Ranolla throws his weapon at a single target, "so that it gets dark in his eyes" - this causes physical damage to the enemy and puts a dendro effect on 3 seconds.

Increases damage from dendro reactions by 30-40% within 6 seconds after application.

[Recharge 4 sec, reduced to 3 sec C2]

E2 - 'Foliage at dawn' - (activated by long pressing) a dendro ring with a radius of 1.3 m appears around the Ranolla for 10 seconds, consisting of 2 rapidly circling 'foliage elements'. The ring restores 10% of max HP to the active character every 2 seconds.

Fast-spinning 'foliage elements' deal damage to the enemy every time they collide with him - the damage strength depends on the max NR Ranolls.

[Recharge for 7 seconds. From C3 decreases to 5 seconds]

The usual attack is 'blinding dawn' - Ranolla shoots a dendro pulse - the strength of his damage depends on the maximum number of HP of the Ranolla - which knocks down the enemy and puts on a dendro effect that will last for 7 seconds. [From C4, the dendro effect is extended to 9 seconds]

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📖 The story of the character:

Ranolla, or Rani for short, is a dendro-catalyst from Mondstadt.

She was born and lived most of her life in Mondstadt, at the moment she travels around the Twilight studying herbs and tries herself in developing alchemical recipes using them - however, success has not yet come, but tea and medicinal infusions / ointments, etc. from the collected herbs do not come out badly)

I got into the Twilight traveling with a trading caravan - I joined it because I wanted to find a friend who had not returned from a long-distance expedition.

I got my god's eye on the way at Dusk when the caravan came across a wandering dragon of ruins. Many traders were seriously injured in the collision with the violent mechanism, but fortunately all survived, only lost one pack yak and another was wounded.

The girl put together all her medical skills and knowledge gained from her doctor mother to help save the lives of merchants who miraculously escaped the worst.

Her strength and that of the squad's healer were clearly not enough, but like any doctor, Ranolla tried to do as much as possible, taking into account her strengths and weaknesses.

The eye of God appeared at the moment of diligent and collected work with the wounded - although exactly what kind of Rani cannot say, because absorbed in the process and focused on work, she was only able to help her companions to a greater extent, taking advantage of the chance given to her.

Ranolla opened the rest of her dendro-eyes of god in a purposeful study of them.

Upon arrival at Dusk, Ranolla managed to find a friend - she never completed her expedition, the purpose of which was to study local herbs and legends about them.

Although Lear is older than Ranolla, she is not careless and full of confidence and enthusiasm, Lear went to the distant Twilight, believing that her research would not take much time.

Ranolla was always relieved at her friend's luck - without her, the researcher would get into a lot of trouble, guided only by enthusiasm and "everything will work out, believe in the best outcome."

So Lear, led by luck, got to Dusk without any problems and enthusiastically began to study herbs, but quickly realized that she could not manage with personal observations alone in ten years, and therefore decided to try her luck and not without difficulty, but entered the Academy - there she would be able to learn more)

After admission, Lear sent a letter to a friend, but it never reached the addressee - it seems that, unlike the sender, luck did not accompany him and it disappeared along with part of the bales of goods and parcels on the way during one of the raids of the treasure thieves.

After that, Lear was so engrossed in her studies and new research that she forgot to think about the answer she should have received by now, so she didn't worry about whether Ranolla's letter had reached her or not.

Upon the arrival of the second friend, the girls finally met at Dusk, although before that Ranolla had to sweat a little to find the threads leading to a careless loss.

At the moment, Ranolla is working as a mercenary, joining research expeditions and other tasks where her help as a healer and support may be required.

She is waiting for her 21st birthday to enter the Academy by joining a friend.

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poterynniystrannik-art · 12 days ago

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❄️ The Dark Elf's Winter Tale

❄️ Зимняя сказка темного эльфа

(Description of the oasis in Elradeli)

After a short acquaintance, she is seated in the saddle and they start off.

While they were climbing, his cloak fell on her shoulders, she started to refuse, which was fine for her (the clothes were enchanted), but approaching the huge mountain they were heading for, she realized that the cloak would be necessary, for sure.

The wind penetrated to the bones even the enchanted and already warm clothes, she was pressed to herself, because despite her masterful ability to stay in the saddle, gusts of wind tried in every possible way to snatch the guest.

They were passing through a strong storm, small fragments of ice stung their faces, which only made the little fairy wrap herself deeper in her cloak.

After some time of fighting with the ferocious elements, having got close enough to the mountain, they abruptly rushed up. Then she was glad that she was being held tightly, because not knowing about the sharp jerk, she would have fallen into the open arms of an ice storm.

There was a slight drop from the sharp decline, the light disappeared and they began to descend into darkness, ending up in a hollow mountain.

A light appeared below, glittering and playing on the water, and as they approached, the outlines of a tree appeared, dotted with small luminous light blue flowers, from which a strong radiance emanated.

After landing, she was gently lowered onto the soft grass. Standing there, she could see a lot of unusual and beautiful plants that had never been seen before, although the fairy recognized a couple from images from books she had previously read in the library.

The walls were wrapped with creepers with small berries, probably in the light of day they were close to a rich blue color.

Coming closer, the fairy smelled a familiar fragrance, but did not remember where she had already met him. The light blue glare from the shimmer on the water was mesmerizing, and translucent lilac lilies gently swayed on the surface, the color was saturated in places where the petals layered and you could see that the shade was quite warm. The wondrous flowers radiated their radiance, it was dimmer than the flowers of the tree, but their light was much warmer and more comfortable.

Underfoot, among the soft grass, there were flowers that looked something like bluebells. They had clear edges, as if carved by a skilled craftsman from thin ice and a cold, almost white color, similar to the first snow at a cold winter sunset.

It was much warmer here than outside, and it didn't seem to the fairy after the bone-chilling icy wind. With a soft rustle, the cloak slipped off her shoulders to the ground, followed by the fur coat in which the guest had been riding so hard a few minutes ago

The scent of unusual flowers and unprecedented herbs was in the air, the warm air caressed the cheeks that had burst with delight, the hands that had been freed from mittens. A small butterfly sat on the guest's hair.

Surprisingly, small creatures in a place with plants safely hid from the eternal ice and the inhabitants of Elradeli.

All the plants fit so well into the embrace of the night darkness (the light did not penetrate from above through the bends of the mountain), as if they were created for it, and then lowered by someone's caring hand. Lilies seemed to be the tenderest of all that grew and lived in the oasis - it seemed that if you took them out of their native and cozy darkness, they would immediately perish.

The fairy had not seen such trees in her years of wandering. The beautiful and strong plant exuded the atmosphere of warm, long-past and forgotten days. It seemed alive, imbued with the wisdom of centuries, towering and protecting the local inhabitants now.

The tree beckoned and attracted, the guest leaned towards its call and touched the silvery bark with her fingertips. A tingling warm impulse immediately ran from her fingers, the tree woke up from its slumber and greeted her.

The fairy gave herself up to her light Elven roots and allowed the ancient plant to tell its story, and the story of those who ever came to it.

In the visions, the guest sees wonderful valleys, verdant mountains, an abundance of unfamiliar herbs and charming animals that once lived in the kingdom. Seeing different elves, their stories and the culmination of thousands of years of history, the fairy contemplated incredible beauty, unlike anything she had ever seen before. The tales that she had recently read unfolded before her eyes, bringing her closer to the events of bygone days, almost allowing her to touch.

The guest stood for a long time leaning her palm and forehead against the silvery bark, and the flowers that dotted the dense crown winked and flickered in time with her thoughts and emotions. So, floating with the flow of time and memories, the fairy watched as one day everything faded and began to fade - the earth was covered with thick dark ice, and snowstorms swept the mountains and everyone who did not have time to hide in a reliable stone house. From that moment on, the sky became grayer and the sun appeared less and less often, until gray clouds completely hid it.

In times of ice and frost, no one came to the tree anymore. The fairy felt his sadness and loneliness, and after many centuries of waiting, he fell into a deep sleep. For some time, the darkness and emptiness of loneliness, once experienced by the ancient tree, took over the feelings of the fairy and she also began to wait for someone to come and talk to her again. Once, a living and trembling warmth touched the silvery bark, which had been covered with frost for a long time. In response, the tree started up, shaking off a long-standing slumber. In the newly opened oasis, which had fallen asleep from the cold, a small elf opened up. The child leaned back against a tree, and his shoulders trembled while the elf hid his face with his forehead resting on his hands folded in his lap. The tree spoke to the baby.

Watching the acquaintance of the tree and the child, the fairy saw vaguely familiar features. The elf stayed with the tree and did not leave for several more days. The little guest enthusiastically listened to the stories told by the tree - alas, he was not so bright that he could see everything like her. While they were talking like this, the nature of the oasis was gradually waking up and straightening up, shaking off the remnants of a long sleep. By the time the little guest left, the oasis had come to life and was breathing heavily for the first time in a very long time, even if it was not blooming like now.

Such conversations between the elf and the tree became very frequent, the baby sat for a long time under the mighty plant, watching the oasis come to life and light up with a faint flicker.

With the course of the tree's memories, the elf grew. The fairy could not help but notice that this process was delayed for quite a long time, and when the boy did come, he soon turned into a young man who took on more and more familiar features

With this, the tree finished its story, and the guest seemed to wake up, emerging from someone else's memories. There remained a warm but dreary alien feeling of loss, and his admiration for knowledge. While the fairy was recovering, she managed to notice that her companion was impatiently walking in circles. Hours have passed, the flickering of the flowers has become brighter and more confident, the oasis has lit up with bright colors, and outside it looks like night has fallen. The Dark Elf's Winter Tale

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(Описание оазиса в Элрадэли)

После небольшого знакомства с родителями её усаживают в седло и они трогаются с места.

Пока поднимаются, ей на плечи лег его плащ, она начала было отказываться, что ей и так нормально (одежда-то заколдована), но приближаясь к огромной горе на которую они держали курс, поняла что плащ будет необходим, ей уж точно.

Ветер пронизывал до костей даже зачарованную и без того теплую одежду, её прижали к себе, т.к. не смотря на её мастерское умение держаться в седле, порывы ветра всячески пытались вырвать гостью.

Они проходили сквозь сильную бурю, маленькие осколки льда больно кололи лицо, от чего маленькая фея только глубже укуталась в плащ.

Через какое-то время борьбы с свирепой стихией подобравшись достаточно близко к горе они резко рванули вверх. Тут она порадовалась, что её крепко держат, т.к. не зная о резком рывке точно бы свалилась в распрастёртые объятья ледяной бури.

Последовал лёгкий перепад от резкого снижения, свет исчез и они начали опускаться во тьму, оказавшись в полой горе.

Внизу забрезжил свет, поблёскивавший и игравший на воде и по мере приближения вырисовывались очертания дерева, усеянного небольшими светящимися светло-голубыми цветами, от которых и исходило сильное сияние.

Приземлившись, её аккуратно спустили на мягкую траву. Стоя тут, она могла разглядеть множество необычных и прекрасных растений, невиданных прежде, хотя пару фея узнала по изображениям из книг, ранее прочитанных в библиотеке.

Стены обвивали ползучие растения с небольшими ягодками, наверное при свете дня они были близки к насыщено-синиму цвету.

Подойдя поближе, фея учуяла знакомый аромат, но не припоминала где уже с ним встречалась. Светло-голубые блики от мерцания на воде зачаровывали, а на глади мягко покачивались полупрозрачные сиреневые лилии, в местах наслоения лепестков цвет был насыщенный и можно было заметить, что оттенок довольно тёплый. Дивные цветы излучали свое сияние, оно было тусклее, чем у цветов дерева, но их свет был куда теплее и уютней.

Под ногами среди мягкой травы встречались цветы, чём-то схожие с колокольчиками. Они имели четкие грани, словно вырезанные умелым мастером из тонкого льда и холодный, почти белый цвет, похожий на первый снег на холодном зимнем закате.

Тут было гораздо теплее чем снаружи, и фее это не показалось после пронизывающего до костей ледяного ветра. Издав тихий шорох, на землю с плечи соскользнул плащ, а за ним и шубка, в которую гостья так усердно каталась ещё несколько минут назад

В воздухе витал аромат необычных цветов и невиданных трав, тёплый воздух ласкал зарозрвевшиеся от восторга щеки, освободившиеся от варежек руки. На волосы гостье присела небольшая бабочка.

Удивительно, но небольшие существа в месте с растениями надёжно укрылись от вечных льдов и обитателей Элрадэли.

Все растения так хорошо вписывались в объятья ночного мрака (свет не проникал сверху через изгибы горы), будто и были созданы для него, а затем опущены чьей-то заботливой рукой. Лилии казались нежнее всего росшего и обитавшего в оазисе - казалось, вынь их из родной и уютной темноты и они тут же погибнут.

Таких деревьев за годы странствий фея не видела. От прекрасного и сильного растения веяло атмосферой теплых, давно минувших и забытых дней. Оно казалось живым, пропитанным мудростью столетий, возвышавшийся и защищающего сейчас здешних обитателей.

Дерево манило и влекло, гостья подалась на его зов и коснулась кончиками пальцев серебристой коры. От пальцев сразу же пробежался покалывающий тёплый импульс, дерево очнулась от дремоты и приветствовало ее.

Фея отдалась своим светлоэльфийским корням и позволила древнему растению поведать свою историю, и историю тех, кто когда-либо приходил к нему.

В видениях гостья вида дивные долины, зеленеющие горы, обилие незнакомых трав и очаровательных зверушек, некогда живших в королевстве. Видя разных эльфов, их истории и вершение тысячелетий истории, фея созерцала невероятную красоту, ни похожую ни на что виданное ей ранее. Сказания, что она недавно прочитала разворачивались пред её взором, приближая к событиям давно минувших дней, почти позволяя прикоснуться.

Гостья ещё долго стояла прислонившись ладонью и лбом к серебристой коре, а цветы усеявшие густую крону подмигивал и мерцали в такт ее мыслям и эмоциям. Так, плывя по течению времени и воспоминаний, фея наблюдал, как однажды все померкло и начало увядать - земля покрывалась толстым тёмными льдом, а метели заметали горы и всех кто не успел укрыться в надёжном каменном доме. С того мгновенья небо становилось все серее, а солнце появлялось все реже, пока серые тучи совсе�� не скрыли его.

Во времена льда и мороза уже ни кто не приходил к дереву. Фея чувствовала его печаль и одиночество, после долгих столетий ожидания оно погрузилось в глубокий сон. Какое-то время темнота и пустота одиночества, некогда испытываемые древним деревом завладели чувствами феи и она так же, стала ждать, когда же кто-то вновь прийдёт и заговорит с ней. Однажды к давно покрывшейся инеем серебристой коре докоснулось живое и трепещущее тепло. В ответ дерево встрепенулись, стряхивая давнюю дремоту. В вновь открывшимся взору заснувшем от холода оазисе открылся маленький эльф. Ребёнок прислонился спиной к дереву, а его плечи вздрагивали, пока эльфёнок прятал лицо опустив лоб на сложенные на коленях руки. Дерево заговорило с малышом.

Наблюдая за знакомством дерев�� и ребенка фея видела смутно знакомые черты. Эльфёнок остался с деревом и не уходил ещё несколько дней. Маленький гость с упоением внимал историям, рассказываемым деревом - увы он не был на столько светел, что бы видеть все как она. Пока они так общались, природа оазиса постепенно просыпалась и распрямляясь отряхиваясь от остатков долгого сна. К уходу маленького гостя оазис ожил и дышал в полную грудь впервые за очень долгое время, пускай и не цвёл как сейчас.

Такие разговоры эльфёнка и дерева стали очень частыми, малыш подолгу просиживал под могучим растением, наблюдая как оазис оживает и зажигается слабым мерцанием.

С ходом воспоминаний дерева эльфёнок рос. Фея ни могла не заметить, что этот процесс довольно долго задерживался, а когда все же и пришёл мальчик довольно скоро превратился в юношу, принимавшего все более знакомые черты

На этом дерево закончило свой рассказ, и гостья как бы очнулась вынырнув из чужих воспоминаний. Осталось теплое, но тоскливое чужое чувство утраты, и свое восхищение познания. Пока фея приходила в себя, она успела заметить, что её спутник нетерпеливо ходит кругами. Прошло не мало часов, мерцание цветов стало ярче и уверенней, оазис озарился яркими красками, а снаружи похоже опустилась ночь.

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