Specter

Specter is a 5-star character in Arknights. Specter's class is Guard. Faction: Abyssal Hunters.

On our Arknights tier list Specter is S tier, 17th of the 293 characters ranked, from where 13 current tier lists put Specter.

Specter hits every enemy she's currently blocking at once, up to three of them at Elite 2, and Bone Fracture keeps her from getting knocked out entirely, letting her tank hits from even the hardest-hitting enemies. Stamina Up and Abyssal Regeneration raise her max HP and add regen on top of that, and Cleave to the Bone guarantees she survives on 1 HP no matter what damage comes in.

She's an S on our list, though Bone Fracture stuns her once it wears off and a handful of attacks can still knock her out anyway, and Cleave to the Bone leaves her stunned for 10 seconds after it ends.

CEN-X: Specter clutches the candle holder tight.

She remembers it. But it should not be here.

The Medical Department operators visited her a moment ago.

They picked an ever-so-cautious drop of blood from her finger, then left her alone to recite prayer from her heart, liturgical meanings discerned by none.

They tend to her body, attempt to heal her rended ego - they would not bestow her such a vile gift as this.

She touches the candlelight, but the fingertip feels no hint of warmth.

A momentary lucidity and tranquility race ashore like foam.

The edges of the waves wash over her throat cut wide open, and zealotry, scorched sun-dry in darkness, extinguishes its bellows.

In the same moment, white flame climbs her wrist, sets her nun's habit alight, and leaps from her shoulder to sink into her sweeping hair.

Through the candlelight, she looks within.

Laurentina stands before a statue. The Stygian sea encases a dome teeming with lights.

The figure freed from raw stone lingers in her eyes, and its shadow chisels out an alcove.

There, Laurentina lifts a machine to cut stone, a 'Little Handy' roving in circles beside her, swallowing up the fragments that pitter-patter against the floor.

Rallying cries. Piercing whistles and sawblades all around as far as the eye can see, gristle and blood peeled from body, bones met together and fractured apart.

The hunters born beneath domes are tearing apart the barriers of flesh now before them, their enemies falling to the seafloor as raindrops to the surface.

A lance severs open a cavity; an incisive and clarion order; amidst ocean's currents Laurentina charges in.

She hears singing.

The statue behind the candle holder is virgin holy white, and when it weeps, it casts a shadow.

She is sliced apart, to then be mended; sliced apart again, to then be mended again.

Finally, they use Specter to slice apart Laurentina, and allow the seeds of dry land to root within her body.

Thus, the sister kneels before the candle holder, grips her pendant tight, recites prayer from her heart, liturgical meanings discerned by none.

The door to the treatment ward is pulled open.

A familiar scent. A lithe yet firm echo of footsteps strikes down the candle holder, melting it into the lights of the corridor.

Specter curls up, dreaming a peaceful dream so rare for her.

In her dream, she burns atop the candle holder, as if she is its fourth flame.

Public recruitment; Headhunting