Felina

*"Fight not for others but to uphold your values."*

Felina fights not just for others but herself, and her mask grants her the ability to be all she can possibly be.

### Birthdate

7 November

Felina is a late-game Masketeer, not being unlocked until Milestone 320. Her appearance consists of green, short hair, a blue and black dress with gold accents, and a rapier as a weapon. Her Masks are typically cat-like in appearance, in accordance with her name.

## Ultimate

Feline Fervor: Increases critical chance and critical damage by 40% for 20 seconds.

## Backstory

Felina never knew the warmth of a mother's embrace. Raised by her grandfather in a home too big for two people, grandpa would put up photos in Felina's room and spend hours talking about Mama and the achievements she had across the world. These were the moments where Felina got a clearer picture of her Mama.

The first time Felina won a competition, the runner-up rushed to his parents, laughing as they swept him up in a hug. She stood alone on the podium, wondering if Mama was proud of her. From the on Felina dedicated her life to excellence. Not content with just just being the best student and athlete at her school, she pursued increasingly greater goals with a single-minded ferocity.

"Just like your mother," her grandfather said approvingly. "You look so much like your Mama."

Over the years, Felina blossomed into a beautiful, perfect genius. But her relentless striving took its toll. She pushed herself to train harder through injuries and exhaustion. Gathering both academic and athletic awards, she hoped to one day see her Mama proud of her.

The more she succeeded, the louder the jealous voices grew around her. She became a target of malicious rumours and grew increasingly isolated as word of her mother's past began to surface. Felina refused to be broken. She couldn't let herself be distracted from her next goal, moving from reginal to national contests and gaining recognition so that she night one day stand before her mother with her head held high.

Her Grandpa's passing devastated her, as he was the sole window into who Mama was. As the mourners talked in hushes whispers during the funeral, she overheard things which she had previously only heard as rumours.

"He was a good man, but I heard his daughter was involved in illegal trades."

"Talk about misfortune... Wasn't his daughter jailed? Now this."

One of them looked at her and said, "Despite your mother, you've done really well."

This struck her hard. Was everything she knew a lie? She ran off to her room with tears streaming from her eyes. She stared at every single photo of Mama, until she turned to see the face staring back at her from the mirror.

"Just like your mother."

Screaming, Felina smashed her fist into it, cracking it into a thousand pieces as it fell to the ground.

She collapsed amidst the shards, stoic facade finally crumbling as she howled in anguish. As she looked downwards, she caught a glimpse of her face, wet with despire, reflected in the broken mirror. A look of shattered dreams and misguided passion for approval.

At that moment, the world around her began to swirl and her broken reflection began to glow. Warm light spilled onto Felina's face, as gentle as a kiss. As the world stopped and the light dissipated, she found a mask upon her face and a renewed sense of self in her heart.