Verdant

Verdant is a 4-star character in Arknights. Verdant's weapon type is Handsaw and class is Specialist. Faction: Victoria.

The young Victorian Phidia called Verdant came from an agricultural background and left for a nomadic city to study botany as well as bio-engineering and pharmacology.

However, he contracted Oripathy under unknown circumstances that forces Verdant to drop out of college and become a self-taught botanist and "plant hunter" spending several years traveling around Terra in search of rare, exotic plants before approaching Rhodes Island for further treatment.

During his time in R.I., Verdant lend his assistance in pharmaceutical development though his knowledge of medicinal herbs as well as a field operator making use of a scarecrow animated through Arts made up of various rare plants and appears almost identical to Verdant himself to confuse and distract the enemy while he goes in for the kill.

Keep Off The Grass: Verdant's always been diligent, but never afraid.

Confront him with danger, and he'll rev up his handsaw and spritz the compounds, tag-teaming with his Scarecrow and whipping out sturdy vines to lash down any rowdy foes trespassing in his field.

Never does he beg others for protection—he'll take the plunge all by his steadfast self.

Anyone trampling on the grass will hear from him: What you see as harmless plants will not let themselves be walked over.

PUM-Y: Verdant only manages a single step before a vine thicker than his arm bursts out from the bushes, lunging straight for his waist.

The guide by his side tosses a spear, and as if conscious, the vine shrinks back into the tangle.

"How do they grow so thick?!"

The guide scratches his head. "That's just how they are.

You're only here because you were after them, right?

How could you not know?"

"Suppose my boss was lying by omission then," Verdant sighs.

"He said, there's carnivorous plants snapping about in the depths of the Acahuallan jungle.

Keep one indoors, sorts out your Originium slug problem just like that.

The big new thing amongst the Victorian gentry, he was betting..."

The guide only half-comprehends. All he can really think to ask is 'Do you still want one, then?"

Verdant clutches his head in his hands. "Just give me a bit to think about it.

He'll be right storming if I don't get a sample, but I want to make sure I save my own life first."

"Huh? Save your life? Didn't you tell us you could take on five of our tribe's warriors before we left?

Five of us could handle that thing no problem.

You think the chief'd let me come here alone with you otherwise?"

"Well... listen, just think of it as the terms of the job..."

At that moment, a vine silently ensnares the guide's ankle, and tugs him away for the undergrowth.

Verdant hastily grabs hold of his hand, but the vine's stronger than he expects—so strong, he feels like his shoes are practically plowing the soil under him.

He curses his boss in his head, then with his free hand, switches out the vial on his saw, points at the guide's ankle and pulls the trigger.

Out bursts a chemical spray, and in no time, the vine around his leg, and the entire thicket, have all withered yellow.

The guide springs back up from the ground.

"Brother, thank you! I don't know what to even say—we can pluck that thing and bring it back now!"

"No, forget it. That was my strongest defoliant I just sprayed—the whole plant's on the way out.

Not much point even picking it now."

"That's fine, there's always next time! With your wonder drugs, next time we'll get it for sure!"

"Um, right."

"Let me tell you, people who can't back up their words are the kind our tribe hates most, and until just now, I thought you were sketchy as hell, but you did that thing in one go!

Now I believe you—you CAN take five at once!"

"W-Well, yeah, sure I can."

"I've got to tell the whole tribe when we get back how you're—you're this!" The guide throws Verdant a thumbs up.

"I bet people'll want to wrestle you, but you'll be fine!

Just give 'em a puff of that drug and they'll soften right up, then even a little runt like you can flick 'em over, hahahaha!"

Unprepared for the guide to start chattering away, Verdant blushes and quietly listens, picturing the proud Tiacauh coming to challenge him one after another.

A helpless chill runs down his spine.

But compared to heading back and coping with his boss's thunderous temper...

maybe this isn't so bad, he suddenly thinks.

So tonight he'll drop the pretense, eat and drink merrily, and prepare to get thrashed a couple dozen times.