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Description
Selifivis
Gender: Male

Level: 21
Attack: 163
Defense: 112

Special Moves:
MISFORTUNE COOKIE
            User packages its own bad luck into a pretty little edible and tries to palm it off on its opponent
              +40% chance user will 'catch' the bad luck
              +50% chance user's every other move will miss, IF bad luck is caught (calculate every other turn)
HIDE
        User disappears from view
              +100% chance next attack by victim will miss, +50% chance following move will miss also
BERSERKER
        User attacks without regard to personal safety
            +60% move will miss (if misses, user sustains -55 defense)
              +40% move will hit (if hits, victim sustains -100 defense)
Seasonal Move:
*FREEZING RIME
          A thick coating of ice crawls across user's skin, providing protection against attack
              +6 to user's defense (and to teammate's, if applicable)
              +Attacks from all Spring Trolls on battlefield are returned to normal against user for 2 turns
              +20% chance all attacks from Spring Trolls will be returned to normal for rest of battle

Wins/Losses:
19/19 Against Various Wildy trolls (including Narcissus, Feather, and Mared)

Level Up Links:
Battlefield Oath       (3 pages)
109a Wake Up Call            (1 of 2 pages)
112a Oathbound            (1 page) x2 [AB]
113a The Gray Party            (2 pages) x2
116a Aftermath                    (1 page) x2 (1/3 lvl floating)
117a Vulpirate    (2 pages)

Adventure Gains:
--|--

Breedings:
1 Hybrid with Wild's Heimdall: Female/Saint/Hyper Speed
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Each year after breeding season, Selifivis's herd undergoes a ritual called 'The Annual Culling'. All Ill-omens born in the year are 'put down' to protect the herd. Fortunately for him, he was born just before a culling and his crafty mother was able to delay his judgment until the following year under the guise of being uncertain as to which category he fell under. Just look at that light coloration! Maybe he'll lighten up some more! When the next cull came around, she dredged up an old rule written generations ago that outlawed the culling of calves over a year of age. And thus, Selifivis was saved.

His luck peaked in that moment and everything has been downhill ever since. Vulpirates found the herd and slaughtered it, collecting the orbs, horns, tails, and pelts for sale on the black market. Selifivis managed to avoid the slaughter, as no one wants to buy a bad luck charm. However, he was captured by a vulpirate that claimed to have a 'little bit of a heart', who sold him into slavery. Whether the vulpirate intended upon the results or not, the camp fell in ashes--literally. Naturally, his slave companions blamed him for the destruction of the camp--the flames burned the same color as his fur! It couldn't possibly be a coincidence!--and swiftly abandoned him.

Life is hard on an ill-omen and every troll he came across seemed to be out to make it even harder. Many new scars and a broken horn later, he finally found a group to accept him, even if it was just as cursed as he. There he learned a manner of counter-acting his bad luck--though whether it is simply a placebo or an actual solution, no one can be sure. Regardless, his new companions treat him with care and respect and he returns the favor. After all, they're cursed by birth, just like him.

Description
Selifivis
Gender: Male

Level: 21
Attack: 163
Defense: 112

Special Moves:
MISFORTUNE COOKIE
            User packages its own bad luck into a pretty little edible and tries to palm it off on its opponent
              +40% chance user will 'catch' the bad luck
              +50% chance user's every other move will miss, IF bad luck is caught (calculate every other turn)
HIDE
        User disappears from view
              +100% chance next attack by victim will miss, +50% chance following move will miss also
BERSERKER
        User attacks without regard to personal safety
            +60% move will miss (if misses, user sustains -55 defense)
              +40% move will hit (if hits, victim sustains -100 defense)
Seasonal Move:
*FREEZING RIME
          A thick coating of ice crawls across user's skin, providing protection against attack
              +6 to user's defense (and to teammate's, if applicable)
              +Attacks from all Spring Trolls on battlefield are returned to normal against user for 2 turns
              +20% chance all attacks from Spring Trolls will be returned to normal for rest of battle

Wins/Losses:
19/19 Against Various Wildy trolls (including Narcissus, Feather, and Mared)

Level Up Links:
Battlefield Oath       (3 pages)
109a Wake Up Call            (1 of 2 pages)
112a Oathbound            (1 page) x2 [AB]
113a The Gray Party            (2 pages) x2
116a Aftermath                    (1 page) x2 (1/3 lvl floating)
117a Vulpirate    (2 pages)

Adventure Gains:
--|--

Breedings:
1 Hybrid with Wild's Heimdall: Female/Saint/Hyper Speed
---------------

Each year after breeding season, Selifivis's herd undergoes a ritual called 'The Annual Culling'. All Ill-omens born in the year are 'put down' to protect the herd. Fortunately for him, he was born just before a culling and his crafty mother was able to delay his judgment until the following year under the guise of being uncertain as to which category he fell under. Just look at that light coloration! Maybe he'll lighten up some more! When the next cull came around, she dredged up an old rule written generations ago that outlawed the culling of calves over a year of age. And thus, Selifivis was saved.

His luck peaked in that moment and everything has been downhill ever since. Vulpirates found the herd and slaughtered it, collecting the orbs, horns, tails, and pelts for sale on the black market. Selifivis managed to avoid the slaughter, as no one wants to buy a bad luck charm. However, he was captured by a vulpirate that claimed to have a 'little bit of a heart', who sold him into slavery. Whether the vulpirate intended upon the results or not, the camp fell in ashes--literally. Naturally, his slave companions blamed him for the destruction of the camp--the flames burned the same color as his fur! It couldn't possibly be a coincidence!--and swiftly abandoned him.

Life is hard on an ill-omen and every troll he came across seemed to be out to make it even harder. Many new scars and a broken horn later, he finally found a group to accept him, even if it was just as cursed as he. There he learned a manner of counter-acting his bad luck--though whether it is simply a placebo or an actual solution, no one can be sure. Regardless, his new companions treat him with care and respect and he returns the favor. After all, they're cursed by birth, just like him.