Prisoner’s Repressive Straitjacket

Prisoner's Repressive Straitjacket
Prisoner's Repressive StraitjacketConceptsPrisoner’s Repressive Straitjacket
RarityRaritystrRaritystr
TypeRelics, Body
SourceCavern of Corrosion: Fyxestroll Garden
Relic Set
Prisoner in Deep Confinement
Prisoner in Deep Confinement
Set Effect2-Pc: Increases ATK by 12%.
4-Pc: For every DoT the enemy target is afflicted with, the wearer will ignore 6% of its DEF when dealing DMG to it. This effect is valid for a max of 3 DoTs.
Max Level6
StoryA prisoner’s garment that restrains dangerous criminals. Its reversed-joint design confines the prisoner’s body.

Table of Contents
Stats
Gallery
Story

Stats

+6
Base Stats
Class HP
8.57%
Class ATK
8.57%
Class DEF
10.71%
Class CRIT Rate
6.43%
Class CRIT DMG
12.86%
Class Outgoing Healing Boost
6.86%
Class Effect Hit Rate
8.57%
Subsidiary Stats
Class HP
40.64 ~ 45.72 ~ 50.81
Class ATK
20.32 ~ 22.86 ~ 25.4
Class DEF
20.32 ~ 22.86 ~ 25.4
Class HP
4.15% ~ 4.67% ~ 5.18%
Class ATK
4.15% ~ 4.67% ~ 5.18%
Class DEF
5.18% ~ 5.83% ~ 6.48%
Class SPD
3 ~ 3.3 ~ 3.6
Class CRIT Rate
3.11% ~ 3.5% ~ 3.89%
Class CRIT DMG
6.22% ~ 7% ~ 7.78%
Class Effect Hit Rate
4.15% ~ 4.67% ~ 5.18%
Class Effect RES
4.15% ~ 4.67% ~ 5.18%
Class Break Effect
6.22% ~ 7% ~ 7.78%

Story

The borisin are warriors by nature. Their bone structure is broad and lean, with powerful jaws and neck muscles. They have well-developed canine teeth, beast-like ears on top of their heads, and sharp claws on their hands and feet. The borisin worship the concept of a strong body, seeing strong physique as a blessing from the gods.

The Warhead is both the spiritual leader and the strongest warrior of the tribe, commanding its tide-like army, and dominating life and death on the battlefield.

The fearsome beast ships setting off covered the very sky, and he looked down at the restless warriors on the battlefield — The borisin Warhead felt the call of Moon Rage. Sharp bone spikes pierced through his body, and his pitch-black blood disappeared in the wind like mist. He stretched out his arms like a martyr — the borisin's Lupitoxin, the fear-inducing pheromone, dispersed along with the blood mist and stimulated the borisin warriors' senses, making them seem possessed by the power of gods and demons.

"O' Brood Lord, grant us muscles of iron and bones of steel. O' Brood Lord, grant us the power of the gods."

He recalled the days when flesh and blood were not restrained. Children of the borisin, who carry Moon Rage in them, had broken through the limitations of flesh and blood. Their bodies erupted and deformed, yet no longer able to feel pain or fear. Guiding them was once a privilege and responsibility reserved only for the strong.

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