Rossi-11/Rising

This article contains information from the Destiny: Rising universe, and is not a part of the established Destiny canon.

Rossi-11
Biographical information
Other name(s):	The Weaver
Species:	Human
Race:	Exo
Gender:	Non-binary
Political and military information
Affiliation:	City of Water (formerly)
Rank:	Warlord (formerly)
Class:	Lightbearer ( Arc)

"A veritable wraith who wandered from the Mediterranean, burdened by the weight of a city."

Rossi-11 is a Lightbearer risen by Marbas. They are a playable character in Destiny: Rising, and first introduced in Season of Daybreak.

Biography

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Gameplay

Marionette
Specifications
Element:	Arc
Core mechanics:	Barrier Overshield Confinement

Overview

Traits

• Legendary
• Arc
• Defense
• Medium Range Combat

Weapons

• Bow
• Auto Crossbow

Relic Abilities

Passive

• Ionic Protection: When any of Rossi-11's abilities hit targets, they grant 1 point of Passive Energy, up to a maximum of 9. Passive Energy is converted into an Overshield at a 1 to 116 ratio once every 2s for 6s.

Signatures

• Arc Cage 20.0s

Barrier Confinement

Rossi-11 throws an Arc Orb forward. Once it hits a combatant or terrain, it will pull in and inflict Confined on nearby combatants, then generate an Arc Cage that blocks incoming projectiles.

Rossi-11 throws an Arc Orb up to 50m forward.

Once it hits a combatant or terrain, it will explode, pulling in combatants within a 8-meter radius and inflicting Confined for 6s.

After the explosion, an Arc Cage with a 4-meter radius is generated for 12s.

The barrier can block incoming projectiles, absorbing up to 960 damage.

• Thread Flow 18.0s

Overshield

Rossi-11 launches an Arc thread, dealing damage to combatants it hits and granting Rossi an overshield.

Rossi-11 launches 4 Arc threads in a fan-shaped range, up to 50m forward.

Each thread deals 576 Arc damage to combatants hit and grants Rossi-11 a 115-health Overshield for 6s.

Starts with 2 charges.

Super

• Photoelectric Gate 120.0s

Barrier Confinement

Rossi-11 builds a Photoelectric Gate before them that blocks incoming damage. Using the Super again will launch the gate forward, dealing damage to combatants.

Rossi-11 builds a Photoelectric Gate formed of Arc energy before them that lasts up to 16s.

The Photoelectric Gate has a width of 12m, a height of 6m. It can block incoming projectiles and has 7683 health.

While Photoelectric Gate is active, casting the Super again launches the Photoelectric Gate forward, dealing 5762 Arc damage to combatants it passes through and inflicting Confined for 3s.

The longer the Photoelectric Gate remains on the battlefield, the more the damage it deals, reaching a max 100% additional damage after 8s. If the Photoelectric Gate hasn't been destroyed by the time it expires, it will automatically advance forward.

Relic Traits

• Pulling Strings: Thread Flow can now overpenetrate combatants.

• Ion Accumulator: When the Photoelectric Gate takes damage, it will generate 1 additional Passive Energy for Rossi-11. This effect has a 1s cooldown.

• Deep-Sea Breathing: When Rossi-11's health is below 50%, gaining an overshield will also heal them for 50% of the overshield's health.

Weapon Mastery

• Ionic Cascade

• LV.1: Whenever Ionic Protection performs an energy conversion, it will also grant Rossi-11's Bow and Auto Crossbow 1 stack of Weave, up to 3 stacks. When shots hit targets, they consume 1 stack of Weave to generate a lightning strike, dealing 499 Arc damage to combatants within a 2-meter radius.

• LV.2: Increases Ionic Cascade's damage by an additional 30%.

• LV.3: Increases Ionic Cascade's damage by an additional 60%.

• LV.4: When Automatic Crossbow shots hit, they instantly trigger Ionic Protection, consuming Passive Energy to grant an Overshield and instantly converting it into an Ionic Cascade lightning strike. This effect can trigger once every 0.5s.

• LV.5: Increases Ionic Cascade's damage by an additional 100%.

Talent Tree

• Arc Ripple: When Thread Flow passes through Arc Cage, it will activate Arc Cage to trigger an explosion, dealing 960 Arc damage to combatants in a 6-meter radius. This effect can trigger once per use of Thread Flow.

• Liberating Melody: Casting Thread Flow grants allies within a 10-meter radius an Overshield equal to 50% of Rossi-11's Overshield, lasting for 6s.

• Pulsing Current: The health of the overshield provided by Ionic Protection is increased to 100%.

• Ion Accelerator: Photoelectric Gate gains 50% increased movement speed and damage.

• Eternal Imprisonment: The Arc Cage's health is increased by 100%.

• Thread Burst: When the Arc Cage or Photoelectric Gate is present, the number of Arc threads launched by Thread Flow will be increased to 6.

Files

"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

Marionette

"Silk threads tremble like a tearful pulse in the hands of the repentant, pulling the weight of ruins across the land."

The Bearing

Before becoming a Lord, they were always troubled by one particular question: how could one make the ever-volatile Arc Light accurately strike a target?

Fortunately, following an attack on a Fallen-occupied quantum laboratory, this question was at last answered. They spent an entire week toiling away inside, and when they finally emerged from the lab, it was with polymer cords wrapped around the bearing on their back, capable of smoothly conducting Arc Light.

Rossi-11

"A veritable wraith who wandered from the Mediterranean, burdened by the weight of a city."

Name: Rossi-11

Race: Exo

Revival Location: Mediterranean Coast

Ghost: Marbas

Relic: Marionette

One day, a strange Exo appeared in the Red Sea Rift. Their face was concealed by a mask, and they were clothed in worn-out yet ornate robes.

Some have heard their Ghost address them as "my lord," and others have recognized the patterns on their clothing as Mediterranean in origin. But why would would a Mediterranean lord abandon their territory and journey thousands of miles to the Red Sea Rift?

What manner of past is buried beneath this Lightbearer's mask, and what manner of future do they seek…?

Marbas

A loyal and seasoned Ghost who heeds his lord's every order.

Diary

"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

Deserter

[A record of a trial for desertion, tucked between the pages of the diary.]

Crime: Stealing food in excess of allocated rations. Deserted and fled the city, but encountered Fallen forces and was forced to return and deliver a warning.

Deserter's Testimony: My lord, do you have any idea how it feels getting only crumbs for dinner? Have you ever seen the corpse of someone who was so desperately thirsty that they drank polluted water? Have you watched struggling soldiers bleed to death without any medical assistance because they were beyond saving? No. You're ignorant to it all, my lord. All you care about is that we achieve glory, that we fight, cripple ourselves, and even sacrifice ourselves for our ideals—no, you Lightbearers' ideals. In the end, if we win this battle, it'll be thanks to the mortal troops under you Lightbearers' command. And if we lose, then it'll be the mortal troops that hold off most of the enemies, still under your command. But regardless of the outcome, my lord, you Lightbearers will always be the righteous, brilliant heroes who survive to see the ending. As for us mortal soldiers trembling in the trenches, howling on the front lines, or feigning death when defeated, we don't know what we'll be facing—could be the Fallen's energy bullets, a Ketch's electromagnetic bombardment, or a blade through the heart. All we know is that death's always right around the corner.

I took a new recruit out on patrol the other day—a scrawny kid, young and full of excitement. He told me that his first meal at the barracks was the best one he'd ever had. Kid was glad to join us because soldiers are kept well fed, and he went on to tell me how much he was looking forward to dinner. Before I could respond, though, a Fallen sniper's bullet shot right through that dream of his. When I close my eyes, I see his own, wide in disbelief. My lord, the lives of us mortals are like candles in a hurricane, snuffed out by a single blow. All I want is to stay alive.

Verdict: Soldier is found to have been in severe breach of military discipline and undermined morale, and shall be executed by firing squad at once.

The Republic

"What exactly is this 'republic'?" Rossi's question dragged me deep into thought today. They've been pondering my answer about the meaning of war: to build an ideal republic that protects us all. Now I'm posed the same question once again, yet I find myself unable to say a thing. Such grand concepts of justice, peace, and freedom are far too idealistic for our current situation.

So I told Rossi that I needed some time to think it over. And they said, as the first citizen of this 'republic' and my right hand, they need to hear this answer—or rather, they need to know what they are working toward.

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I thought it would take forever to come up with a precise answer, but it seemed that Rossi and fate were both determined to pry it out of me. We rescued a group of wandering mortals from the Fallen. Given the state of things, these folks want the Lightbearers' protection, but what they want even more is a leader capable of granting them a peaceful life. After a whole night of arguing with Rossi and Marbas, I finally agreed to their request.

From now on, I, Darius-5, will officially rule as lord, with Rossi-11 as my lieutenant. I issued four rules to our first subjects:

1. The strong shall protect the weak.

2. Those who contribute to the territory shall be rewarded with supplies accordingly.

3. Those who steal shall be flogged. Those who cause harm shall receive the same injury as punishment. Those who commit murder shall be sentenced to death.

4. Traitors to the Light or the territory shall be treated as murderers and suffer the same fate.

Doctor "Rossi"

Five years ago today, Maria's asked me to go somewhere with him. So I followed him through a desert and up a mountain, until we finally reached our destination—a very special settlement. There were mortals there, not a single one without injury or illness, but not a Lightbearer or militia in sight. The leader of the place was glad to see Marbas and I. He hobbled over on a crutch and shook my hand with excitement, explaining how this place was for the exiles—the wounded and disabled who couldn't make a living and were even kicked out from other settlements. After introducing the situation, he told me their doctor had met an untimely end while gathering herbs. They'd been desperate until I came along. "Who would've thought we'd get a Lightbearer doctor!" he'd exclaimed.

This had me at a loss for words, but Marbas looked at me and cautiously suggested, "Try igniting the Light—your Light."

I didn't know if he was right, but the folks there did need a doctor. So I settled down there, taking up the duty of gathering herbs and healing people. Whenever I saw the pain on a patient's face give way to relief, it felt as though a spark flickered inside me, shining through the darkness, even if for just a moment. It was not that Light, yet it felt comforting all the same. Was this...what atonement felt like?

Five years have passed. Most of the settlement's residents got better, and their leader has garnered enough medical knowledge to tackle the more common injuries and ailments himself. It was time for me to leave. I told everyone about my plans, and the kindhearted residents all gave me their blessings. But the leader made a request. The settlers had been calling me "Doctor" or "Masked Fellow" for five years, and now they wanted to know my name so as to tell generations to come about my good deeds. I thought it over for a moment, then told them that if they wanted to thank someone, they should that Doctor "Rossi."

Rialto Bridge

We've encountered too many Fallen recently. Back when it was just the two of us Lightbearers, this nomadic life was still a tolerable option. But now, we have mortals needing our protection, and our first 'troops' are just a few youngsters with guns. Besides, we have to realize our dream—to build an ideal republic. We needed a home. Or rather, we needed to find one.

And so we embarked on our journey, driven by this mutual with. Marbas joked that we were just like a bunch of kids searching for a secret base. Unfortunately, we searched for several days, only to find that most of the Mediterranean cities that were still functional had already been occupied. The rest had been destroyed in battles. But we eventually found a city surrounded by water, abandoned yet not without a lingering grace. We swam into the city along the canals, clearing the few Fallen soldiers within. Then I checked its facilities. Luckily, they were all intact and functional.

When I went to tell Rossi the good news, I couldn't find them anywhere. Marbas eventually spotted them, staring at a bridge in the center of the city. I didn't interrupt them, instead following their gaze to take in the sunset. The radiance reflected in the water illuminated the whole city, turning it into a hearth, welcoming and warm.

They said, "Rialto Bridge." So that was its name. I told them this place was still largely functional, making it an ideal foundation to build upon. They asked if I wanted to hear a story about this bridge. Naturally, I said yes. Long ago, the City of Water was occupied by invaders, serving as their transportation hub. The only entrance into the city was the Rialto Bridge. To cut off the enemy's front line and stop them from assembling, the guerrillas inside received an order to blow up the bridge within a week. They formed a team and, after enduring many hardships, found a demolitionist. They went on the destroy the bridge and claim victory.

"But the bridge doesn't seem to have been repaired," I said with doubt.

The cunning fellow laughed at this and admitted to only having just made the whole thing up.

If

The darkness faded gradually, flooding my consciousness with an awareness of my surroundings. The first sense to return was smell, overwhelmed by the unique and unmistakable stench of the battlefield. Still, I was relieved. It was neither the sickly sweet, metallic scent of blood, nor the fervor of the Fallen and their Ether. Then, I heard the song of victory—the Mediterranean tune that we always sang after winning. Finally, vision. Though it was a struggle, I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was slowly traversing the bombed ruin of the City of Water, likely headed for a hospital. I blinked and tried stretching the limbs of my newly revived body, only to find myself being carried by a familiar figure.

"Oh, are you awake?" It was Rossi's voice.

"What's our status?" My greatest concern was voiced subconsciously.

"Our defense was flawless, and the Fallen have retreated. Our soldiers asked men to tell you that you're the bravest, fiercest lord they've ever seen. You're their hero." I could hear the conviction and pride in Rossi's voice.

"Come now, a real hero wouldn't need to be carried back. If it weren't for you, I could've died my last death out there."

I felt somewhat ashamed.

"Marbas, send the word to reinforce the city's defenses, and keep an eye out for any follow-up attacks from the Fallen. When I wake up again, I'll reward everyone according to their contributions."

Then the weariness of battle once again took its toll, and I returned to total darkness.

Later, when I awoke from that dream, tho cold mask on my face reminded me of who I was—not the heroic lord who led the defense of their city, but a cowardly deserter.

Expostulation

[This page has completely different handwriting and has been tucked into the diary.]

Dear Darius,

I can't remember the last time we had a heart-to-heart. With our city's developing influence and military strength, as well as the increasing number of residents, you've become more like a king, and the distance between us has grown greater. Yet as your sworn comrade and courtier both, there are still some things I feel I must tell you.

Facchetti came to me yesterday, asking for more bread to feed his starving kid. Do you remember him? He was from the refugee group we met at the very beginning and the first one who raised his weapon to join our troop. Unfortunately, he lost his left leg and right hand in an explosion while defending the City of Water. So I took him to the quartermaster, who told me that your order was to halve the rations of non-combatant family members. Just when I was about to scold the quartermaster for this cruelty, Facchetti stopped me, explaining that discipline and reasonable distribution of resources are the keys to our army's strength, and that he and his son should not be exceptions. All I could do was give him my own rations for this week.

Over the past few months, I've seen many mortal soldiers—our allies—bowing and scraping for but mere morsels, to say nothing of the elderly, sick, and disabled begging for food on the streets. Thus, I wish to ask you this: as their Lightbearers, protectors, and even their lord, are their plights not our responsibility? Do the promises we made still stand? So I sincerely hope that you, my friend Darius, can abolish this torturous ration system. If it's an issue of supply, then stop expanding our army and shrink our territory so that at least the mortals currently depending on us can live better lives. I know you care about them just as much as I do, and thus I believe you will make the best choice for us all.

—Your friend, Rossi-11

Patient No.1090

It has been fourteen years since that tragedy, and thus fourteen years since I put on the mask. More and more people know about Doctor "Rossi" now. Marbas told me that we've already healed 1,089 patients—only one more to reach our goal. One thousand and ninety people. That was the number of residents in the City of Water before its downfall. Marbas believes that we can atone for our crimes by treating 1,090 patients.

Today, we arrived in a new settlement and almost immediately received a child with severe burns all over his body as our patient.

The leader of the place told us he lost his home and family in a fire yesterday. He was the sole survivor. He finally woke up after a whole afternoon on the operating table, though he was not out of the woods yet. The settlement's medical supplies were extremely limited, leaving us no choice but to operate without painkillers. The kid grimaced and cried in agony. Unable to keep watching, Marbas suggested we search for herbs to ease his pain.

However, such plants are rare our here in western Asia. We spent two hours finding one herb with slight anesthetic properties. We returned to the settlement only to find that the boy, unable to take the pain any longer, had taken his own life.

Perhaps losing our "last" patient was a message, telling me that my sins could never be forgiven.

After we gave the poor kid a proper burial, Marbas suggested that we speak with the Iron Lords and put these dreams to rest. He is right. It is time we face reality.

The Haunting

August 18

We encountered a group of mortals being chased by the Fallen near a giant castle. As usual, I helped them out of danger. Marbas was curious as to why they didn't hide in the castle—its intact structure and heavy, sturdy doors would be more than enough to protect them from the Fallen's attacks. But as soon as Marbas asked this, the mortals fell quiet, overtaken by a fear seemingly greater than what they'd felt while being hunted. Only one of them—a trembling young man—dared to answer. He explained that they were refugees who had grouped together, and that they had actually lived in the castle...at least until they saw something terrible. Some said it was a tall, slender shadow, some claimed it to be a giant spider, others stating it was rats in the wall... Whatever you feared most, you would see lurking within the castle's shadows.

So, Marbas and I decided to investigate. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted with the smell of mold and decay. The first floor of the castle was occupied by only cold, mossy stone walls and cobwebs on wooden beams. But as we climbed the rickety wooden steps, we heard a brief yet sharp titter—eerie, certainly, yet somehow synthetic. Then we saw the so-called ghost they described in a dim activity room on the second floor—a motionless, giant shadow on the pale wall. Luckily, all it took was a scan from Marbas to uncover the cause of this supposed haunting: a seriously damaged projector. Once we took out its batteries, the "ghost" vanished. Due to faulty circuits, it had been constantly displaying frightening images. Once we explained the truth of the matter, the refugees moved back into the castle.

August 25

Marbas managed to fix the projector. We watched the three horror movies stored in it, yet we never saw that motionless ghost. So what on earth did we see back in the castle...?

Veridia

July 25

Saladin said he wanted to hear about my plans for the future, so we went to Veridia again today. We talked for a few hours, during which he invited me to join the Iron Lords, but I refused—I do not have the right to such a futile, at least for now. But I told him that I would stay in the Red Sea Rift for a while. When I excused myself, I found a bunch of familiar militiamen waiting by the door. They were the champions who had defended the city. When they saw me exit, they started to call my name loudly—"Darius! Darius!" They thanked me for serving as their commander in that battle and called me their hero. From the founding of the City of Water until now, it has been nearly twenty years since I last heard someone call me like this—be it the name "Darius" or "hero."

...

July 30

Today was my fifth day serving as a doctor in Veridia. I had a special patient—a middle-aged man who was supposed to take my life. They one who brought him here told me that he was now a Red Sea Rift militia member who had used his drones to help many people. However, the drones went offline this morning. When we found him, he was already gravely injured, with his respirator and AI-speaker both damaged.

The outlook was not good. Some fragments of his respirator got lodged in his respiratory tract. He couldn't speak and was struggling even to breathe. But I knew he was awake. He was staring me straight in the eyes as I administered the anesthetic. I guess he didn't want me of all people to save him, but there weren't any other options.

Fortunately, the operation went well. After that, I fixed his AI-speaker with Marbas's help.

July 31

He regained consciousness and said, "Thank you, Doctor Rossi."

Eulogy

I remember the first time we met, when we were both just vibes by our Ghosts. We were like twins newly born into this world with neither names nor memories. All we knew was each other.

They said I should be named Darius, for they thought I had the makings of a great warrior. I told them they should be "Rossi"—a crimson flame that ignites the whole sky.

They asked me many times what death felt like. I couldn't answer, because Marbas always revived me before I could even feel anything. So each time, I would throw the question back at them. And over time, I heard many answers.

"Like sinking in an ocean with neither surface nor seabed, where you don't need to breathe or think. You just keep swimming along."

"Like being in space—silent, where you can't make a sound even if you wanted to But it'd be a nice place to sleep, I think."

"Like becoming a beam of light embraced by a greater radiance. You're enveloped by a vast expanse of whiteness, warm and reassuring as a mother's hug."

"Like falling into a bottomless abyss. I tried to adapt to the sense of weightlessness, but eventually, that's basically flying, right?"

Like a thanatologist, they had a brand new description every time their Ghost revived them. I wish I could hear even just one more answer. But unfortunately, I'll never have the chance.

Appearance

• Destiny: Rising: Season of Daybreak (First appearance)