Oboro

Oboro is an SR character in Etheria: Restart. Faction: Fantasy Club.

On our Etheria: Restart tier list Oboro is D tier, 90th of the 96 characters ranked, from where 14 current tier lists put Oboro.

By game mode, Oboro is D in PvE and D in PvP.

An SR debuffer and sub-DPS who is the only unit applying Bleeding, a stackable damage debuff that deals half her ATK each time the afflicted enemy acts but can't crit or be boosted by DEF-. Her S1 has SPD- chances, her S2 almost always lands DEF-, and her S3 adds two Bleeding stacks.

Every skill matters to her rotation, so she needs investment across the board, and her damage trails most DPS.

Union Report=Animus Oboro, Identity Code S01-043080, Re-A Chip Status: Stable, No Abnormal Fluctuations.Former gang leader of Shen Metropolis, now the Grand Steward of Fantasy Club.

No matter where she goes, Oboro's exceptional management and analytical skills always secure her a position of influence.Without a doubt, she possesses all the hallmarks of a great leader—keen insight, meticulous planning, strategic caution, and decisive action.

While she often leans towards a defensive and conservative approach in handling crises, her well-crafted, airtight plans consistently bring stability and profit to Fantasy Club.

As a result, despite being a recent addition to the organization, she has already earned the respect and recognition of most members.If you seek a reliable collaborator, Oboro is an excellent choice.

|-|Memory FragmentI="Master, why don't we just declare war on them?"The teenage Oboro stood at the doorway, watching as the elderly woman in front of her bent down, carefully adjusting her collar and smoothing out every crease in her clothes."Do you remember what I told you, Oboro?"Her master's voice, as always, was gentle yet firm-like the steady glow of a candle."We are a small gang.

In Shen Metropolis, countless forces hold power far beyond ours.

If we want to survive, we must act with caution, avoid making enemies whenever possible, and steer clear of unnecessary conflict."Oboro remained unconvinced, her doubts lingering despite her master's calm demeanor.

She pressed on. "Of course, I remember. But that gang that dares to provoke us—they're nothing.

Even we could crush them without breaking a sweat.

So why do we have to tolerate their insolence?

Why must we lower ourselves to beg for mediation from the bigger gangs?""Their arrogance must have a reason.

Perhaps they have a major faction backing them, or maybe they possess a secret weapon we're unaware of.

Acting recklessly would not only be irresponsible toward our own people but would also hand our enemies an excuse to condemn us."Her master finally straightened up, lifting a heavy, lacquered gift box wrapped in fine brocade and placing it in Oboro's hands."Alright, it's time to go.

Hold onto this—it's important to us.""Understood.” |-|Memory FragmentII=The narrow alleyway was muddy after the rain, its dim path leading to a bustling cityscape aglow with neon lights, their vibrant hues slowly reflecting onto her and her master's robes."I still don't understand..."Oboro kept her head down, counting the stone tiles beneath her feet."We investigated them thoroughly, and there's no sign of any other faction backing them.

What if... just hypothetically, they're simply arrogant?"Her master shook her head, dismissing the thought."That is not an option.

If we declare war, conflict will be inevitable.

Our people will be hurt, our strength will wane.

The moment we show weakness, the vultures watching from the shadows will close in, dragging us into a spiral of endless battles.

Like a snowball rolling downhill, it will only grow larger—until it becomes an avalanche that buries us.""So we just have to live under someone else's roof forever?"Oboro stopped at the mouth of the alley, biting her lip.

Her master had already stepped into the neon-lit streets but turned back, gently patting Oboro's head."There is no shame in living under another's roof.

Only those who survive until the end are the true victors.” |-|Memory FragmentIII=Oboro walked silently behind her master, empty-handed.The neon glow of the city faded behind them as they made their way "home."Her master walked steadily ahead, never looking back, her voice as gentle as ever: "You still don't understand, do you?"Oboro hesitated for a moment, then caught up."I don't...

but I will try to.""Is there something that confuses you?

Tell me, and I will try to explain.""I was wondering...

if living is just about surviving, then what's the point of all this?""The point is, we will bide our time, grow stronger, and one day, make those who once looked down on us see us in a new light."Oboro gazed at her master's back, then asked, "And after we grow stronger?""After that, we change the injustices of the world and establish our own order."Her master smiled, as she always did."But before that, we must survive.

As long as we live, there is hope.”