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Inventory.]
Burst]."
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Quest Success!
"ABB I: Avenge The Fallen" Completed!
Gained Territory: Azn Bad Boys [Brockton Bay]
Gained $500,000
Gained 10 Stat Points
Gained 5 Perk Points
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April 21, 2011
3:54 AM
What part of ''call the cops'' was not understandable? Greg did his best to fight a frown, bright lights flaring in his face amid the noise of sirens and so much commotion around him. Vans of various types filled the streets in front of the storage facility; multiple red-and-white ambulances, a couple armoured trucks from the Brockton Bay Police Department, several heavy-duty assault tanks of the PRT in gunmetal black with mounted containment-foam sprayers, and the simple white vehicles emblazoned with logos that Greg knew belonged to the local news…
News vans… Greg found himself stifling a groan of infinite frustration as he cast a tired gaze over at the crowd of over-eager reporters clamoring for attention like a class full of kindergartners; each one of them armed with microphones, cameras and enough caffeine to give them the energy to be this wide-eyed and chipper at 4 AM in the goddamn morning. The idea of having to stand in front of cameras and answer questions in any coherent way when he felt like death warmed over.
Jesus… They''re gonna get you to your families." He stretched his mouth out into a smile, quietly hoping that the expression didn''t look anywhere as strained and insincere as he felt it did. "You miss your mommies and daddies, right?"
okays" he received, not bothering to pull back again as the four girls came in for another hug. He ignored the flashing lights and general babble from the media not too far from him; a wall of bodies threatening to break past the enclosure in their eagerness if not for the police maintaining the barrier.
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Of course not.
No.
screamed at) about what happened to the girl''s legs by the heavily armed police and PRT, should he have simply gestured with the weapon in his hand and responded, "Oh… yeah. That? Me," instead of almost anything else? Probably not the best choice, no.
aesthetic…
Maybe.
why they had stopped grilling him for answers, so much as the fact that they did.
another set of questions along that line, if Greg had to guess. The blond sighed loudly, his bored expression tinted with a hint of annoyance as he faced the approaching PRT officer. Let''s get this over with.
Yes."
not well-received.
did have to, officer."
not going to find said pair of legs anywhere inside the building. Said struggle lasted about as long as it took him to realize that would mean explaining his [Inventory], and he didn''t have the energy nor inclination to do so. So, the blond stepped out of their way and sank back against the wall. He''d let them figure it out on their own.
Not like they could have stopped me, anyway.
was a good question, he''d admit – but the answer was simple enough. The blood-splattered cape shrugged as best he could given the state of his neck and replied, "Tinkers."
That''s what you''re going with?" He scoffed openly, clear signs of annoyance as he continued to stare. "Tinkers? Is that really all you have to say about what you did?"
brutalized those people. Some of them badly enough that they''ll never recover properly!"
Is this guy really…
And?" His hands tightened at his sides as he turned to match the police officer''s stare. "Why do you care?"
for you? Where do you get off telling me what to do?"
No."
why are we talking about this?" the blond growled despite himself, mouth open in a grimace. "And by the way… those weren''t people. They were human-traffickers." The officer visibly tensed as Greg took an unintended step forward, his blue eyes flashing unnaturally behind his helm. "Now, are we done with the questions or what?"
Talking to me about what I shouldn''t have done? Like he was there. Like any cops were there! Who the hell d-
no-"
Dauntless… And then a blur vibrated into sight and solidity beside the hero. Greg recognized the lanky figure in a skintight red suit with white racing stripes down the sides as well, but only as an afterthought to the rising star of the Brockton Bay Protectorate …and Velocity too.
The hero to replace Hero" — that''s what they called Dauntless ("they" being every nerd and cape-geek online).
much less impressive form of Velocity, the red-clad cape basically as interesting as the walls he stood just a bit away from.
Sir Prodigy. Wouldn''t want to get that wrong. I''m Dauntless, by the way," he added, placing a palm on his chest in introduction. As if anyone in Brockton Bay would ever be so brain-dead as to mistake him for another cape.
He had been fighting but...
stared, eyes almost narrowing as he gave Dauntless a once-over. The cape was seemingly untouched, from head to toe: not a single speck of dust, grime or debris on his person. His armor glowed enough under the streetlight for Greg to make out it''s immaculateness. The teen''s disquiet edged into angered frustration as he turned a suspicious eye on Velocity and noticed that the speedster seemed very much the same, despite the haggard, five-o''clock shadow on his jaw - a costume that looked comfortably worn and well-used, but clean and spotless all the same. They even had the gall to smell faintly of floral shampoo!
at — Greg to make some kind of conversation, but it all went in one ear and out the other. Greg was simply too exhausted by the ordeals of the last few days and his annoyance at their audacity to actually be clean when he was an absolute mess to pay attention to what they were saying.
Where were these guys?
unimpressed.
I just had to come outside, huh? Couldn''t have just left out the back or through the roof like a smart person would have. He glanced up at Dauntless again, envious of how the cape could so effortlessly look like he''d just walked off of the cover of ''Hero Beat'' or ''Power Week'' magazines as he seemed to laugh at some personal joke he made to Velocity, the other cape nodding as his visor remained locked on Greg. Jesus Christ, the things I''d do for a sarcastic Tony the Tiger sound effect button. The mileage I''d get out of that thing.
Huh? Greg shook his head again as he caught the last few words of whatever statement Dauntless had been directing towards him, thoughts going down another trail as both capes waited there. Oh, they want me to talk. Out loud. To the reporters. Uh...
yeah, what''d you say again?"
All of us. No matter how long, exhausting or dirty the job is, keeping the people safe comes first."
what…," the younger cape leaned back, a wry grin sneaking onto his face as he let out a laugh that was equal parts exhaustion and actual humor, "... what kind of heroes would just let somebody do all the work for them?"
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Please tell me that means what I think it means.
Assist?
Pick up the slack?
Do what they can!?
bullshit what for. Yet, even as his anger burst to life… it also faded away just as quickly, Greg''s shoulders slumping as he swallowed the rage down, holding it under control before Gamer''s Mind could get the chance. The anger didn''t fade as he let the words go, but it was enough for him to keep his face blank and his gaze focused. His fingers loosened, fists falling into open hands at his side as he did his best to bite down whatever imagined retort he knew would only hurt him or Dauntless more than it would the PRT puppet-masters behind the hero.
I''m supposed to just let them do this to me? Where were they when Bakuda was running amok, blowing the city to hell? Where were they Oni Lee almost killed Shielder… when those girls were locked up for weeks… when Emma was hurt… when Mom...
What about me, though? Do I have to just grin and bear it?
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Yeah… I know. He shook his head yet again as he stared back at Dauntless, camera lights still focused on both of them. This is the city''s best. The next Hero? He''s a strong cape, and an awesome fighter, I''ve seen the videos… but does the guy have an original thought in his head?. The exhaustion Greg felt the longer he stood there, sandwiched between Dauntless and Velocity, couldn''t be put into words.
mess of a public conversation like a trained parrot. He turned once more, eyes narrowing as he turned to face the cameras themselves. It felt like hours before the expression on his face shifted into anything approximating a smile but he managed it somehow, looking directly at the nearest camera.
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April 21, 2011
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Gregory Lucas Veder raised a hand over his face, turning his head as the sun began peeking over the horizon, announcing the beginning of a new day to a battered city. He squinted as rays of sunlight assaulted his unprepared eyes, deepening the heavy frown he wore even further as he was struck by the natural radiance of the dawnstar scattering beautiful colors across the sky with the paintbrush of a god.
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Morning already… He thought to himself, shaking his head slightly. Why that thought deserved a scoff, Greg wasn''t really sure. But he didn''t let that prevent him from letting out a sound of wearily distinct exasperation.
It may have been a new day for Brockton Bay, in more than one way, but it felt like the same-old song to Greg. He hadn''t slept, after all. The sight of thick smoke on the horizon stood out as the sun began to inch ever higher, exposing the heavy cloud of smog that still choked a good portion of Downtown. Sirens occasionally rang out from place to place, their wailing growing more and more distant as Greg continued his slow trek. Life was beginning to return to the Bay, from what the teenager could feel in the way the city moved as he hobbled through his hometown''s various neighborhoods. Things seemed to be settling down in the last three hours in a way that was dramatically different from the four days preceding it. The city was waking up from a nightmare, and struggling to remind itself that those horrid dreams were in the past, and it had a new day to look forward too.
If only Greg had that optimism. The city was waking up from a nightmare, and struggling to remind itself that those horrid dreams were in the past, and it had a new day to look forward too.
If only Greg had that optimism.
Meandering through back-alleys and side-streets, backroads and rooftops as he made his way through the city had told him enough. Police cars, ambulances and those white shuttle-buses that had been everywhere the previous day were a constant sight, almost impossible to miss as they sped through nearly every major road through the city. Every one of them had something to do – though all of them served much the same purpose, really: picking up and dropping off people at varying locations, whether that was one of several police stations, multiple hospitals, or any one of dozens of neighborhoods.
The streets were awash with activity, yet still a fraction of what it would have been if today had been a normal morning. Firefighters were still busy hosing down half-burned-out wrecks and handling rescue work alongside EMTs while policemen arrested looters attempting to capitalize on the chaos while they could. Would-be gangsters prowled about, seeking opportunities to seize power, as the powers-that-be tallied the damage and plotted what moves they could make next.. Hordes of people who had fled the city in fear were beginning to trickle back, coming home to pick up the pieces of the lives they had abruptly dropped and left behind in the days before.
Brockton Bay was beginning to feel more like herself again.
If he was still in costume, Greg knew that he would have been out there trying to see what he could do to assist. But now wasn''t the time for that. He was in casual clothes again, a dark blue shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans made up his cunning disguise: just another totally average teenager. Pulling off superhuman feats of strength and prowess in the public eye while dressed like all the other normal people wouldn''t have been the best of ideas. More than that, though, Greg simply couldn''t find it in himself to help because, well… he was tired.
Dead tired.
Not so much physically, but...
It said a great deal about his fatigue when the blond couldn''t find it in him to hold his head up straight, his neck feeling weaker than a newborn baby''s as he trudged along through his seemingly empty neighborhood. Each limb felt like it was made of concrete, hundreds of pounds lashed to the bones of his arms and legs, dragging him down and slowing his movement. Above all else, Greg felt like simply collapsing face-first onto one of his neighbor''s lawns and sleeping for an eternity.
That, or until someone poked him back into consciousness with a rake.
He''d been in this state since he had rocketed away from Dauntless, Velocity and the mob of reporters that had surrounded them, the last dregs of adrenaline fading from his body as he pressed himself up against the side of a filthy alley wall to catch his breath several blocks away. That feeling of sheer exhaustion hadn''t faded in over three hours, long enough for Greg to trudge his way around the city on a meandering path towards home.
Staring up into the brightening sky again, Greg shook his head at just how quickly everything had gone by. The previous day had felt short… much too short for the events that had transpired. Three supervillains in, like, twelve hours; something like that belonged in some stupid fantasy he would have dreamt up a year ago, one that Sparky would probably roll his eyes at, but later they would laugh about when they thought back about how stupid he sounded before arguing about other stupid things, like whether Jane Hinley from English was secretly from Mars or something.
His mouth quirked up at one side in nostalgic mirth before falling again as he let out a tired sigh, eyelid drooping under the rising sun as he turned the corner onto an eerily familiar street.What difference did it make, anyway? Doing all that…
It felt pointless, honestly.
Like it didn''t ever matter.
Oni Lee…A stupid decision but at least he had softened the guy up enough for someone else to claim the takedown. Still, it didn''t really change the fact that Lee had just been an excuse to dump everything he was feeling - all the anger and frustration he had at the time - onto an acceptable target. Beating him probably wouldn''t have made him feel any better than losing to him had, most likely. And venting his emotions in a fight like that hadn''t made him feel any better, not really.
Lung…Another mess, that much was true. A bigger target, too, one that felt more like he was attacking the reason behind all this pain than some ninja-mook following orders. Even with that, though, Lung hadn''t been the cause of all this. Lung was pretty much just another big punching bag, albeit one that actually made him feel like he was getting somewhere. He had felt better after Lung. Beating him had felt…so goddamn good. But it hadn''t been enough.
Bakuda…Greg''s fist tightened at his side, his breathing hitching for a second. She had started all of this, throwing away so many lives for no real reason. He just couldn''t understand why she had wanted to do any of the horrible things she had done to the city and its peoples, and he doubted Bakuda would ever have told him… no matter what he did. She was the villain here; the crazy mastermind responsible for ending so many lives….
And yet, when he had cut her off at the knees, he hadn''t felt much of anything. Certainly nothing that lasted...
The moment before felt almost exactly the same as the moment after, only afterwards it was Greg looking down at her as she lay their, screaming, writhing in agony. He hadn''t felt any different from before. There was the satisfaction of finally being done with his Quest, of having finished what he had set out to do… but feeling of achievement was lacking. Getting all of those girls out of there had been the only thing that left him with any real sense of accomplishment, but even that had faded far more quickly than he had expected.
What was even the point of all this?Greg stopped where he stood, knuckles white as he squeezed his fist tight enough to almost hurt. He knew what he did was important, because of course it was important. It was of vital importance that he had stopped the ABB as best he could, and crippled it so thoroughly. That was important.It had to be.
But the question still rang like a church bell and echoed through his mind, ringing even louder as he stood in front of the white-painted walls of his family home.
It was frighteningly unnerving just how out of place Greg felt as he stood in front of the Colonial-style house. He had lived there for longer than he could remember. He recalled everything about it; the paint, the windows, the pointlessly ornate wind chimes hanging from the porch…This was home.
A key appeared in his fingers, blue motes of light falling away as he slipped it into the doorknob, twisted, and pulled open the door. It made no sense that everything still looked the same, a testament to the family that had lived there for so many years, of the child who had grown up within its walls, and all the work and care and attention it''s occupants had paid it. And yet...
It was missing something.
The person that made it feel exactly like it should.
Stepping into the foyer, Greg turned to stare at the mirror that hung in front of the coat closet. An almost-unrecognizable face stared back at him, a shock of blond hair atop a face stained with grime, dirt and blood several layers deep. For a moment, Greg simply glared at his reflection, primal anger welling up in his chest with a scalding heat that made him want to scream, rage and cry. Instead, he shut his mouth tight, teeth clicking from the suddenness of his action, a current of exhaustion and embarrassment replacing all the anger he felt.
Angry for what?He asked the filthy figure in the mirror.Angry at yourself? You did the right thing, right? You saved people. You stopped bad guys. So what are you angry for?Greg stared bitterly at himself, the feelings of impotent fury giving way to bitter shame at his own selfishness in the face of everything else.Why does it feel so fu-
"G-Greg?"
He jumped back, head slamming against the front door as his jaw dropped in surprise. At the very same moment, he watched someone leap up from the living room almost as quickly, then freeze in place as they stared back at him.
Hope flared to life, but with it came fear – a deeper breed, and not one he could simply soldier on past. Unwilling to believe the illusion in front of him, Greg Veder crushed his eyelids as tightly as he could, keeping them closed as he let out several long, shuddering breaths, mouth forming silent words. He remained that way, struggling to breathe or form words, even as his ears still told him everything he knew to be a lie; his name repeated in that same, painfully familiar voice over and over, each time getting louder and making it harder for him to ignore it.Please, please, please…
Who was it, who would do something like this? Was there some villain lurking in his home, purposely trying to bring up the worst thing they could just to bring him down? Or had he simply lost it over the last few days as he had worried about for a while, and his mind was finally admitting it by showing him delusions he knew were impossible.
Make it stop!
He didn''t move, though; unwilling to open his eyes or take so much as a single step as he tried to convince himself that he was still imagining all of this. The doorknob remained right behind him, yet his hands stayed ramrod still by his side.
This isn''t real! It''s all in my head...
Greg Veder didn''t move an inch.
Not when he heard slow footsteps approach him, his name louder than ever.
Not when those footsteps became hurried and his name was shouted out loud in a voice that he could swear he knew better than even his own.
Not when familiar arms wrapped themselves around him, deep sobs sounding off right next to his ears.
"-s'' okay, sweetheart. It''s okay," that familiar voice spoke again. Greg barely heard anything amid the shuddering sobs and the sounds of open bawling. "Mommy''s here. I''m never gonna leave you again. It''s okay."
Against his will, he found himself tightly holding the figure that couldn''t be real, sinking into the embrace of the illusion that he desperately wanted to be true. A hand patted his back, rubbing the spot behind his shoulders as deep sobs continued to sound through the confines of the house. The sensation of hot liquid trailing down his cheeks made him realize exactly where that crying sound was coming from, and his eyes stung with the burn of tears as he came to that realization. "It''s okay, Greggie."
"M-" The word seemed stuck in his throat, choking on a sob and unable to get out. Breathing heavy and stilted, Greg Veder opened his eyes again with a monumental force of will, equal halves of him warring for and against the idea. Cascading blonde hair, longer than he remembered but otherwise the same, pressed up against his face as he sunk down into the hug. Her warm, beautiful face smiled sadly at him, and her brilliant eyes brimmed with happy tears.
"M~mom."
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STATUS
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<td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Greg Lucas Veder</td>
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<td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Student</td>
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<td style="text-align: center" colspan="2">??Age: 15 (and three-quarters!)</td>
<td style="text-align: center" colspan="2">Title: Dragonbane Knight</td>
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<td>Level</td>
<td>30</td>
<td>Experience</td>
<td>500/50000</td>
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<td>Health</td>
<td colspan="3">175/2282 (+200)</td>
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<td>Mana</td>
<td colspan="3">35/885</td>
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<td>Willpower</td>
<td colspan="3">55/930 (+38)</td>
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<td>STR</td>
<td>96 (+5) (+10) (+25)</td>
<td>SPD</td>
<td>95 (+5)</td>
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<td>VIT</td>
<td>136 (+5) (+20)</td>
<td>INT</td>
<td>65</td>
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<td>WIS</td>
<td>22 (-70%)</td>
<td>CHA</td>
<td>29 (+9) (-90%) [+15]</td>
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<td style="text-align: center" colspan="2">Stat Points: 63</td>
<td style="text-align: center" colspan="2">Perk Points: 22</td>
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<td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Cash: $1,155,700.82</td>
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TRAITS
Nerd-Geek Hybrid: Your obsession with video gaming, computers, fantasy/sci-fi literature and 80''s/90''s pop culture has left you in the rare middle of two circles; the obsessive fandom-loving geek and the intelligent, knowledge seeking nerd. Sadly, your hobbies have left you with an aversion to physical exertion. (50% bonus to INT gains, -50% penalty to STR, SPD & VIT gains.)
Asperger''s Syndrome: Ever since you were a little kid, you''ve always been a little bit off. Impulsive, obsessive, socially obtuse and emotionally needy, you''re a bit of a weirdo. You now know that you have Asperger''s Syndrome. Thanks to the help of a PRT doctor with good advice, you''re now more aware of your own mental state. (-70% reduction to overall WIS, -90% reduction to overall CHA.)
Casanova Bloodline: As a Veder man, you have a great smile, natural charm and a confident approach to life that draws the ladies in like a moth to a flame. Your great cheekbones don''t hurt either. It''s how your dad got your mom to go out with him while dating at least three other girls and sleeping with two others, at least that''s what he always told you - even when you didn''t ask - all the time. (+ 9 CHA)
Dragon King’s Blood
Touch my skin, feel the pattern of my scales. Look into my eyes.
Feel the magic of my being. Know that I am dragonblood.
You’re more than just dragon-touched, now. For all intents and purposes, you are a dragon, in all but form. The blood of dragons and kings now runs through you. Your scales may yet be soft skin and your teeth may lack fangs, but that may yet change.
+ 500 HP
+ 20 STR
+ 20 SPD
Dragon King’s Soul
One does not need the size of a dragon to have the soul of a dragon.
You’ve defeated the Dragon of Kyushu for the second time and proven yourself more worthy of the role of ‘Dragon’ than he. What does that mean, though?
+500 MP
+500 Will
+20 INT
+20 VIT
Peak Human: What is peak human, anyway?
Somehow, you have surpassed the physical threshold of humanity, surpassing those inherent limits man is beholden to. (Unlocks perks for STR, SPD, VIT and INT once a stat crosses a benchmark of 50 pts)
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PERKS
Baby Steps (1/3) [Ranked Skill]
With Catlike Tread...
Allows very light movement across surfaces, allowing you to move or stand on surfaces that would normally not support your weight.
Bulwark
Facing off against an opponent who far outclassed you has given you an ability to withstand impossible pain in the face of impossible odds.
Takes 50% less damage from opponents over five times your level.
Danger Sense (6/10) [Ranked Skill]
My common sense is tingling.
You gain a sixth sense that allows you to sense the presence of incoming danger.
Developed Mind (1/10) [Ranked Ability]
I like to think of myself as enlightened.
Every time you gain a level, you gain an additional 5 MP for each rank of this perk.
Dragon Blood''s Gift
What is a knight without armor? A dragon without scales? A lion without teeth?
All equipped armor and gear is self-repairing at a rate of 1% a minute, so long as it is constantly being fed mana or will in some manner.
Fast Healing
Just a flesh wound, right?
You heal much faster now, regaining Health at a rate of a fifth of your VIT every fifteen seconds.
Fire Dragon''s Aura (1/10) [Ranked Skill]
Bathed in Dragon Fire and Blood, I shall fear no flame
At a rate of 1 MP per second per rank, draw upon your pyrokinesis to generate an aura of fire. Your equipment and body are immune to the heat, of it and anything cooler than it. It is, however, actual fire, so try not to burn down your house. In addition, you can literally breathe fire instead of air while this is active.
Growing Will (1/10) [Ranked Ability]
Some people say you''re rather willful.
Every time you gain a level, you gain an additional 5 Will for each rank of this perk.
Iron Body
"I am not built as weakly as you are."
Forget about being tougher than most people. Now, you''re just plain superhuman. All physical damage is reduced by your level number, in addition to all other damage reduction.
+Blunt Force-based Status Effects require a Critical Hit to manifest
Keen Vision
20/20? That''s weaksauce.
The range and clarity of your vision scale with your INT by a ratio of 2:1. (100%)
Lifegiver (5/10) [Ranked Ability]
Health is more than just not getting sick.
Every time you gain a level, you gain an additional 5 HP for each rank of this perk.
Not Quite Dead
People die when they are killed… usually.
Survive after your HP sinks below 0 and a harmful status effect is active.
10% Chance to recover with full health when HP drops to 0.
Sleep It Off
Great advice, honestly.
Negative Status Effect durations are lessened by 25% while Asleep.
Surefooted
I don''t trip.
Allows perfect traction over any solid ground, eliminating the chance of slipping and falling over your own feet.
Swift Learner (2/10) [Ranked Ability]
You''re no idiot.
You gain an increased amount of experience, increasing by 10% for each point in this skill.
Transformation Sequence (1/3) [Ranked Skill]
"It''s Morphin'' Time!"
By willing yourself to transform, you can equip any full outfit within your inventory, transforming in a flash of blue light, mana glitter and/or a whirlwind of aerokinesis obscuring you.
Warrior''s Breath
The true power of the Warrior lies in his Breath.
Recovering from countless struggle has forced your physical energies into a state of rapid circulation. Your base Willpower recovery rate is multiplied by 10. (1 Will/per 2 seconds)
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TITLES
Dragon-Blooded Knight [ACTIVE]
My body bathed in the blood of dragons, my soul forged in the hottest fires, my skill honed in battle, I have been reborn.
Title grants +10% overall Damage Resistance in addition to all regular resistances one has with an additional 10% resistance to fire, +10 to VIT, + 5 to STR, + 100 to Health and +50% Damage against any creature bearing the form of [Dragon].
Fear Bringer I
Who puts that scare into people?
Strikes fear into enemies equal or below 25% your level.
Lucky Bastard
Fortune smiles upon you. You have experienced good fortune at a time when you assumed all was lost.
+???
+???
+???
Man Slaughter...er I
It was an accident... right?
Direct physical attacks on an enemy with VIT equaling or below 5% of your ST has 5% chance of causing instant death.
Ninja-In-Training [ACTIVE]
It''s my ninja way!!!
Increases the effectiveness of Evasion, Acrobatics and Stealth-based skills by 25% and + 2 to SPD STAT.
Punisher I
Revenge is a dish best eaten through a straw.
Increases all forms of damage by 5% to those who do damage to your allies.
Squire
Training to be a knight, I see?
Title grants +15% increased damage with a sword and 15% increased physical resistance when equipped with a sword.
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Skills
Gamer''s Body (Passive) Lv. MAX
Allows you to live life as if were a game.
Sleeping restores HP, MP, Will and removes most negative status effects.
Gamer''s Mind (Passive) Lv. MAX
Grants immunity to mental status effects, emotional and mental trauma and severely dangerous emotional states.
Aerokinesis (Adept) Lv 9
"Storm''s a brewin''... Metaphorically too."
Exert the force of your air control over the range of a football field and with the raw wind speed of a Category 7 Hurricane.
Cost: 100 MP per second of sustained use at maximum range & power.
Dash Straight Lv 12
Force equals Mass times Acceleration.
You may suck at physics, but you know that much.
Through reinforcing the body, you smash your fist into a target while moving at high speed. Damage scales based on distance moved. (1.5x Damage Cap)
Damage: 165
Cost: 25 Will + 2 Will for every meter power sprinted
Mana Bolt Lv 1
Magic Missile for the uninitiated.
A projectile of raw kinetic force that flies with incredible speed toward your chosen target.
Damage: 50
Cost: 100 MP
Mana Glitter Lv 9
Sparkle like the pretty bishounen you were always meant to be. Or a princess. Or a pedophilic slightly-rapey vampire. Who''s judging you?
Release particles of mana from your body in the form of iridescent sapphire sparkles. Max Range increases by half a meter per level. (5 meters)
Cost: 1 MP per second
Mana Platform Lv 4
I call it walking on air.
Using raw mana, you create semi-solid platforms under your feet that last only as long as you remain still. Platforms double in size every five levels. (.25 m)
Cost: 1 MP per 2 seconds
Observe Lv 16
A skill to find out basic information relating to the chosen object.
Cost: 1 MP
Raging Combo Lv 13
A blistering barrage of belligerent blows built to batter baddies.
By repeatedly using weaker forms of Angry Straight, you pummel your target with raw frustration and anger. (36 Hits)
Damage: 390
Cost: 65 Will
Reinforcement (Apprentice) Lv 24
A discount version of the Kaio-Ken for the squishy wizard.
Increases your effective strength, speed and resistances by 5% per level with this technique from a base of 50%. Does not increase actual points of vitality or willpower. Improved control means that weaker usages of Reinforcement is within your grasp for lower costs. (170%)
Cost: 5 Will every 2 seconds
Warning: Overuse will lead to HP damage.
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Subskill: Burst
Cast from hit points. Yeah, it''s one of those skills.
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<li>A short, yet extremely concentrated and focused burst of reinforcement applied to the extremities for an insane burst of ability lasting 1 second.</li>
<li>(x 2.5 top Reinforced SPD/STR)</li>
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Cost: 20 Will, 40 HP
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Subskill: Layer Reinforcement
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<li>Increases the quality of non-living items, increasing their sharpness, durability, and hardness.</li>
<li>This form of reinforcement can be used on non-living substances for a base quality increase of 250% Each level improves this by 25%.</li>
<li>(775%)</li>
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Cost: 2 Will every 5 seconds.
Mana Barrier Lv 1
Some kind of force-field!
The power to generate and manipulate defensive fields of arcane energy as a projected construct of your Mana. When using this Skill, your barriers can negate and/or deflect all physical damage up to a certain level. Any damage above the negation level shatters the barrier immediately. [Warning: Strength of barriers can decrease proportionally and drastically with complexity.]
Cost: 50 Mana
Pyrokinesis (Basic) Lv 13
Burn, baby, burn!
Generate and control flames up to a range of 9 meters. Increases in range by 1 meter every other level.
Cost: 20 MP per second of sustained use at max range.
Surface Adhesion Lv 11
You ever wanted to be Spider-Man? Don''t lie. Of course you did.
This skill allows you to stick to walls and hang on to ceilings and vertical surfaces without a risk of falling. While not denying gravity, this allows you to adhere to surfaces unaided.
Cost: 2 MP per second
Structural Analysis Lv 13
Judging the concept of creation, Hypothesizing the basic structure...
Grants the ability to gain a rudimentary understanding of the internal structure and functional design of simple, non-living objects.
Cost: 2 mp per square half-meter of object.
Subskill: Physical Analysis
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<li>Allows an innate understanding of the human body with the levels of complexity based on the progression of the primary skill, Structural Analysis.</li>
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Weapon Charge Lv 18
Conceptually do twice as much damage with a weapon. Broken?
What''s that mean?
Boosts weapon damage x 2.
Length of charge increases by 1/2 second for every level. (9 sec)
Cost: 8 MP
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Abilities
Acrobatics Lv 28
Parkour!
An ability that enables you to pull off backflips, frontflips and any manner of jumping-based ground-movement technique with greater ease.
Awareness: Willpower Lv 7
Willpower, ki, chi, qi, stamina, aura, mantra, physical energy, life energy, od, or even hamon… Call it what you want. It''s all the same in the end.
You have gained awareness of your Willpower, the physical energy found within all living organisms. Gaining awareness of your physical energy has given you some semblance of control over it.
Ballroom Dancing Lv 1
I wouldn''t call it dancing yet. More like a full-body dry heave set to music.
Represents your skill in the art of dancing in a fancy, romantic manner when with a partner.
Anatomy: Intermediate Lvl 2
The quickest way to a man''s heart? Directly through his ribcage.
Gain a more experienced understanding of the human body and how interconnected systems function.
[Status Effects] become easier to inflict in melee combat by 2% every level. (4%)
Basic: Increases [Critical Hit] damage by 10% per level. (100%)
Beginner Combat Lvl 17
I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.
The next level of combat, Beginner Combat is a fusion of fighting and footwork into the ability to learn new styles of combat, fusing them into a novice martial combat capability.
Increased bare-handed damage by 2% per level. (34%)
Blunt Weaponry Lv 5
Carry a big stick. Speaking softly is optional.
Measures your skill with using a blunt weapon.
Increases damage with a blunt weapon by 2% per level. (20%)
Breath-Holding Lv 15
Asphyxiation is a terrible way to die.
Increases time able to stay conscious without air by 30 seconds per level. (7.5 min)
Bullshitting Lv 6
First, you tell a lie; then you believe it; then you become it.
Increases chances that any lie you tell is successful by 2% with every level. (12%)
Cooking Lv 1
Some people are just born to cook and talk.
People have been cooking since the discovery of fire. Who knows what you could create if you put your mind to it?
Disarm Lv 6
Take their weapon from their warm, living hands.
Increases chance of disarming the enemy by 2% with every level. (12%)
Driving Lv 4
NASCAR, here we come.
Measures your skill at operating a four-wheeled motorized vehicle.
Gunplay: Handguns Lv 6
Possibly more than the automobile, the handgun is synonymous with America.
Improves aim/accuracy/stability with a handgun by 5% per level. (30%)
Improves damage with a handgun by 2% per level. (12%)
Gunplay: Rifles Lv 4
Slightly better than a stormtrooper.
Improves aim/accuracy/stability with a rifle by 5% per level. (20%)
Improves damage with a rife by 2% per level. (8%)
Intimidation Lv 8
If you want to control someone, all you have to do is to make them feel afraid.
Strike fear into the hearts of man and throw them off their guard, allowing you to score critical hits much easier. Increases chance of [Critical Hits] on enemies by 1% every level. (8%)
Kissing Lv 8
Looks like practicing on a peach actually paid off.
Represents your skill in the art of smooching.
Language: Japanese Lv 8
Gratuitous Japanese indeed.
Reflects your speaking skill, and understanding of, the Japanese language.
Language: Spanish Lv 16
Me llamo Gregory.
Reflects your speaking skill, and understanding of, the Spanish language.
Manipulation: Mana (Limited) Lv 1
Mana, magic energy, magicka, prana, ether, thaum, spiritual energy, magatsuhi or even chakra… Call it what you want. It all rests in the palm of your hand to command.
Your awareness of mana has advanced to an understanding of how to force the energy resting within your mind and soul to your eager and unprepared will. Adds a 1% bonus to effect of all mana-based skills.
Meditation Lvl 12
Breathe in the good shit. Breathe out the bullshit.
By finding your inner focus, you push out all earthly distractions and enter a state of mental and physical harmony, allowing a greater understanding of your mind and body. While meditating, your Mana and Will recover at a rate of 10% faster per level into this ability. You retain this bonus for a period of ten minutes post-Meditation. (120%)
Parry Lv 13
To deflect an attack is a double-edged sword;
Risking more damage for the chance to inflict the same.
Increases the effectiveness of any attempt to divert or deflect a physical attack by 2% with every level. (26%)
Reflexes Lv 17
DODGE!
Decreases innate reaction time by 5% per level. (85%)
Resistance: Biological Manipulation Lvl 5
Some people like to work with clay, or glass, or wood. Others prefer the mutability of flesh.
Measures your ability to resist any attempt to directly control your physical form, referring to skin, nerves, organs or otherwise. Increases by 2% per level. (10%)
Resistance: Blunt Force Lv. 68
Going from punching yourself in the face to actual self-mutilation?
Bold move, Veder. Let''s see if it pays off.
Reduce all blunt force damage by 0.75% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (51%)
Resistance: Cold Lv 8
The cold never stopped bothering you.
Increases resistance to cold temperature by 1% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (8%)
Resistance: Electricity Lv 8
Everyone knows electrocution is harmless.
Increases resistance to electrical damage by 1% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (8%)
Resistance: Heat Lv 48
"You have to respect anything that can just stand there, on fire."
Increases resistance to heat damage by 1% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (48%)
Resistance: Piercing Lv 37
The thrust or stab is risky because it can kill and yet not stop
Reduces piercing or stabbing damage by 0.75% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (27.75%)
Resistance: Poison Lv 4
I wonder what counts as a poison...
Reduces damage and effects caused by poison by 1% every level that will cause damage less than 100% of your health, in any way, shape or form. (4%)
Resistance: Slashing Lv 18
The cut will stop but not kill.
Reduces slashing or cutting damage by 0.75% with every level from attacks less than 100% of your health. (13.5%)
Seduction Lv 1
I didn''t mean to turn you on… or did I?
Manage to draw the attention of a member of the opposite sex using your innate attraction skills. Increases chance of [Critical Hits] on enemies by .5% every level. (.5%)
Singing Lv 2
Stick to doing musicals in the shower for now.
Represents your ability to hit the correct notes, harmonize and anything to do with the art of vocals.
Sneaking Lv 15
Ugh… stealth missions suck.
Allows for 2% quieter movement per level while trying not to be heard. (30%)
Stamina Lvl 20
Whatever I lack in talent I have in stamina.
Increase Will by + 5 with every level. (100 Will)
Swordplay: Single Blade Lv 28
All swords are the same.
Represents your martial skill with the art of a single blade.
Increases damage with a blade by 2% per level. (56%)
Taunt Lv 13
"And this! Is when I taunt you!"
Draw the attention of a target through nonsensical, idiotic, but occasionally piercing, verbal attacks. Increases chance of Critical Hits on enemies by 2% with every level. (26%)
Thrown Weapons Lv 4
Throwing your sword always works. Except, you know, when it doesn''t.
Increases the skill, range and force by which items and weapons can be thrown by 2% with every level. (8%)
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