Kimmy

Role

Marksman, Mage

Lane

Mid Lane

Tier

B Tier

• 08-22: 47.54%
• 08-23: 47.54%
• 08-24: 47.54%
• 08-25: 47.55%
• 08-26: 47.56%
• 08-27: 47.57%
• 08-28: 47.56%
• 08-29: 47.57%
• 08-30: 47.57%
• 08-31: 47.57%
• 09-01: 47.58%
• 09-02: 47.57%
• 09-03: 47.57%
• 09-04: 47.57%
• 09-05: 47.54%
• 09-06: 47.53%
• 09-07: 47.50%
• 09-08: 47.49%
• 09-09: 47.45%
• 09-10: 47.39%
• 09-11: 47.33%
• 09-12: 47.30%
• 09-13: 47.27%
• 09-14: 47.25%
• 09-15: 47.16%
• 09-16: 53.68%
• 09-17: 53.68%
• 09-18: 53.67%
• 09-19: 53.77%
• 09-20: 54.57%

Perhaps Kimmy's most carefree and joyful days were spent in Eruditio. She cut her hair short and made many friends, and one in particular, Beatrix, became her closest companion. The two were drawn together by the fierce determination they shared. Kimmy helped Beatrix test various weapons - no matter how complex their design or intricate their controls, she always seemed to bring out their true potential.

"Why not just go for it? Enlist first and tell him later!" Kimmy's heart raced at Beatrix's suggestion. As their fists bumped together, their rebellious alliance was officially sealed.

Kimmy packed up and left Eruditio to join the Moniyan Empire's Western Border Guard. The closer she got to the military outpost, the more desolate the surroundings became, but her heart had never felt more fulfilled. She stretched her hand upward, as though she could grasp the sky itself.

Kimmy's early days in the Border Guard were anything but easy. Her time spent in Eruditio and her young age led many of the hardened soldiers to dismiss her as a privileged girl who was just looking for some cheap thrills. She paid their gossip no mind, instead throwing herself into her training, using her pent-up ambition as fuel for her fire, and the results showed; she came first in the Imperial Joint Tactical Exercise and demonstrated extraordinary talent in both marksmanship and close-quarters combat. Her achievements finally silenced the rumors and naysayers. Many began to see Kimmy in a new light, and some were even inspired to train harder.

It was then that the Weapons Department invented a new weapon - a Starlium-powered jetpack and rifle. However, its complex operation was too much for most of the testers, yet Kimmy's talent and experience allowed her to master it almost immediately. The weapon found its full potential in her hands, shocking even the researchers. The flashes of the muzzle illuminated Kimmy's path forward - the Hoverjet Blaster became her weapon, and together they would shine in battle.

Kimmy paid no mind to others' cold stares, focusing solely on her own efforts. The fledging had shed her down and was ready to spread her wings and soar. Yet... thoughts of her father still filled her with doubt.

Soon after, Kimmy was assigned to an elite squad, deploying her weapon into battle for the first time on an important rescue mission. The enemy, highly mobile and intimate with the terrain, had the upper hand. Though it was Kimmy's first real combat mission, she remained remarkably calm. She quickly identified the enemy's movement patterns, tracked them to a small outpost, and launched a successful first strike on her own.

Before the thrill of victory could fade, the full scope of the enemy's operations was revealed: they had kidnapped military researchers to force them to create new weapons. Worse still, they had already used stolen weapons to ambush the front-line troops, causing heavy casualties. With no time to call for backup, Kimmy disguised herself with the enemy's attire and infiltrated their stronghold, quickly locating the holding cells.

Behind iron bars were over a dozen imprisoned allies. Kimmy acted decisively, blasting open the prison doors with her rifle. The sound alerted her comrades waiting to launch their attack outside. With their coordinated assault from both inside and out, chaos erupted in the enemy stronghold, leading to their quick defeat.

As Kimmy evacuated the prisoners, an older officer, slowed due to his injuries, caught her attention. Those familiar shoulders, that crew cut of gray hair - it was her father. The usually fearless Kimmy felt her confidence waver. She had never told her strict father about enlisting. As their eyes met, Kimmy braced for the worst. However, after a moment's pause, he simply gave her a formal military salute, pretending not to recognize his masked daughter. His voice was no longer as deep as she remembered, and his injured stature seemed smaller than she remembered. He advised the "new recruit" to make something of herself in the military. Kimmy shouldered her weapon and nodded solemnly while trying to keep her voice from trembling.

New missions awaited on the horizon. Kimmy looked to the sky, knowing that her wings now carried her father's expectations. She was bound for even greater heights.