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Saturday, 19 November 1789 6:15pm
Country: Eldoria
Location: The Frozen Wasteland
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[STATUS]
Name: ???
DOB: ???
Affiliation: ???
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>QUESTS(!)
>NAVIGATE
STATS: [SLIGHTLY RECOVERED BUT HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO TEND WOUNDS]
STR - E+ ——> F
DEF - F+ ——> F
AGI - E+ ——> E-
DEX - E+ ——> E
MP - F+
XXX - ???
SKILLS:
Psychokinesis(Rank S) (CD NA): Upon consuming mana, the user gains the ability to move objects by mental effort alone
Sword mastery(Rank C) (PASSIVE):
increases proficiency with swords slightly
Umbrakinesis(Rank C) (CD NA): Upon consuming mana, the user can slightly manipulate shadows to blend in the darkness
Intimidate(Rank B) (ACTIVE): Hostiles will feel slightly fearful towards
Doesn't works on opponents stronger than you
Psychometry(Rank A) (ACTIVE): Upon consuming mana, the user gains the power to perceive the residual information of an object and/or person.
Counter(Rank C) (ACTIVE) (CD 10 min): Reflects 20% of damage received back to the target
Possession(Rank B) (ACTIVE) (CD 30 min): The power to inhabit the bodies of other beings/entities.
The user cannot possess beings stronger willed than himself
CALM MIND(RANK A) (ACTIVE) (CD 2MIN): The user can enter into or is always calm, serene and relaxed regardless of the situation(s) or what happens to themselves or to others around them.
ADDITIONAL EFFECTS: Slightly recovers fatigue
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When I opened my eyes i was greeted with my status screen
Seeing it with own eyes I escaped a exhausted sigh from my mouth
"Hmm... I see, at least i have recovered somewhat but sigh... anyways "
'It seems that my stats are affected when i'm unhealthy or injured well this not a game anyway so it seems reasonable'
"Well at least i don't think I have to crawl again"
Looking around myself I found a bag. The brown bag was worn and wrinkled, as if it had been reused many times. It was partially open, revealing its contents: a few pieces of stale, hard bread that looked like they had been left out for too long.
"Well anyway I cannot complain much, as i'm already lucky that i found the basic to meet my ends for a few days or lest i'll die with empty stomach"
All I had left was a few pieces of hard bread and some bandages
YOU ARE READING
Epitome of Imagination
Fantasy"Finally," whispers Katherine, crimson hair cascading down her shoulders as she views the flickering images on the record device. "Both of them have vanished it seems...leaving only whispers of their escape." But her lips curl into a knowing smile...
