[sub][h3][i][color=#808080]a[/color][color=#8C7578]м[/color][color=#986B71]e[/color][color=#A46069]ℓ[/color][color=#B05662]ι[/color][color=#BC4B5A]a[/color][/i][/h3][/sub][indent][sup][h1][color=black][b]aмeѕ[/b][/color]
[color=C94153] [b]aмeѕ[/b][/color][/h1][/sup][/indent][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/624270632946761758/706341297191125022/C41x4Q0_2.png[/img]
[sub][b][color=salmon]HP:[/color][/b] 110/110 - [b][color=DeepSkyBlue]MP:[/color][/b] 100/100 - [b][color=SpringGreen]SP:[/color][/b] 100/100[/sub] 
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[color=2E2C2C]I want a space here.[/color]
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[b]Username[/b]: Ames
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Height[/b]: 176cm | [b]Weight[/b]: 69kg

[b]Classes[/b]: [color=tomato][b]Warrior[/b][/color] [color=gray](+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)[/color]
[sub][b]Weapon Proficiency[/b]: LVL 1[/sub]

[b]Attributes[/b]:
HP – [color=tomato]10 (110)[/color]
MP – 10 (100)
SP – 10 (100)
STR – [color=tomato]22[/color]
AGI – 19
END – [color=tomato]22[/color]
DEX – 20
LUC – 21

[b]Abilities[/b]:
Power Attack [sub]Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.[/sub][/hider]
[hider=INVENTORY][b]Funds[/b]: 0
[b]Item Pouch (Common)[/b]:[list]
[*]Fa Trung's Talisman [color=lightgray]x2 [sup][b]Equipped[/b][/sup][/color]
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[hider=Current User Experience]Perception: [b]Fantastic[/b]
Gore: [b]Pixelated[/b]
Pain Setting: [b]40%[/b]
Clothing Damage: [b]On[/b]
Nudity Censor: [b]Personal[/b]
Profanity Censor: [b]Off[/b]
Combat Action: [b]Stylish[/b]
Spell Incantations: [b]Stylish[/b][/hider][indent][sup][h1][color=black][b]aмeѕ[/b][/color]
[color=C94153] [b]aмeѕ[/b][/color][/h1][/sup][/indent][/hider][sup]_________________[/sup]
Damn, Raime really got flung - and he didn't even take a direct hit! Ames wanted to reach out to the man and make sure he was okay, but the enemy was turning her way.

It was a bit chilling, having the frog's attention. As some of the dust cleared and Ames met the amphibian's eyes, she felt her body freeze up. The spookiness of looking at something dangerous so close overwhelmed the excitement of facing a strong enemy in a game. Ames gave the creature a shaky smile as if to say [i]oops, did I do that[/i]. Then, she breathed out slowly through her nose, trying to melt away the figurative ice that held her limbs in place.

From the corner of her eyes she saw the rest of the party regrouping. As Mags and Amulak were going back on the offensive, Ames shifted in place. The warrior took a grounded stance, preparing a [b][Power Attack][/b]. With no weapon and no levels, it looked way less intimidating than Ames hoped it would, but perhaps that could work to get advantage. It the frog was pissed at her she was out of luck, but if it changed tactics and went after the others attacking it, maybe she could pull off her delayed action!

...though she did feel a bit bad about wishing a giant frog man would attack one of her friends and not her.