[hider=Attributes]
[i]HP[/i] – 200
[i]MP[/i] – 250
[i]SP[/i] – 50
[i]STR[/i] – 15
[i]AGI[/i] – 20
[i]END[/i] – 20
[i]DEX[/i] – 14
[i]LUC[/i] – 18
[b]Classes:[/b] Mage[/hider]
[hider=User Experience]
[b]Perception:[/b] Fantastic
[b]Gore:[/b] On
[b]Pain Setting:[/b] 15%
[b]Clothing Damage:[/b] On
[b]Nudity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Profanity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Combat Action:[/b] Manual
[b]Spell Incantations:[/b] Manual[/hider]
[hider=Inventory]
Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch
[/hider]

[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP:200/200 MP:250/250 SP: 50/50

150 HP -> 200 HP
200 MP -> 250 MP
9 STR -> 10 STR
10 AGI -> 15 AGI
10 END -> 15 END
10 LUC -> 13 LUC

A few more levels later, and Amulak smiled, starting to pump his stats across the board. He probably could have gotten away with not pumping AGI yet, but the sheer appeal of fast reaction times to a Starcraft player was too much to pass up, considering he'd have to micromanage minions eventually. For now, this was a good stepping stone. He didn't know how many levels it would take yet, but he'd start in earnest towards earning the Necromancer class as soon as he could meet those requirements.

The aspiring necromancer turned to start chatting with his party members, but stopped in his tracks at what he beheld.

[b]“Gero gero.”

"Ribbit."[/b]

It was...was that the frog boss from Nioh? Holy shit, that thing was massive! For an instant, the player behind the avatar actually felt a measure of alarm, and god damn if that wasn't the biggest amount of praise he could give for a MMO. A world with a feeling of life and an actual sense of danger? This was exactly what he was here for. 

Amulak was already firing up a Mana Control to pump his spells, even as he beheld Mags walking up and bowing to the thing like an honorable martial artist. Which...turned out to draw its aggro. Yeah, sure. That made sense. Bushido or whatever Japanese trope like most of those entire region of the map had. 

Either way, as Mags engaged it, Amulak gave a barking laugh at the thought that they'd actually flee from this.

[color=2E8B57][b]"We not running, Mags!"[/b][/color] He cried out, starting the incantation for a Mana Control boosted Magic Bolt even as Raime fired at the frog with his crossbow. [color=2E8B57][b]"Rest of us appreciate loot and experience too! Nioh ripoff fuck!"[/b][/color] Amulak bellowed the last phrase as his incantation, sending his projectile flying at the frog's flank.