[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5VbUY1Ylc5dVpDQk5iM0psYm04LC4w/wellbutrin.regular.png[/img][/center][center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjI0MC4wMzAzMDIuVW1GcGJXVWdRbkpoZFc0LC4w/acid-label.regular.png[/img][/center] [center]HP: [b]180/180[/b] | MP: [b]189/189[/b] | SP: [b]198/198[/b][/center] [hr] It irritated the scout greatly that he was unable to locate any proper lines of sight to get a shot through, but it was understandable in the chaos of fighting against three individuals at the same instance. Though just as he found an opening, a spear ran through the frogman's body and forced it to collapse. A sense of relief washed over the man but considering how easily it handled them, the amphibious martial artist was likely going on to his next phase. Raime kept his crossbow aimed at its still form and, sure enough, it hopped back up to its feet. Raime was about to pull the weapon's trigger when the creature, seemingly satisfied with what sloppy performance they had shown, just smiles and tosses a token before disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Raime was left utterly gobstruck. Despite the vast difference of power between it and them, they still managed to snatch victory in such a bleak situation. The rush of dopamine to his brain as he realized that was [i]beyond[/i] rapturous. This rush was beyond any pleasures he'd experienced before. Bold even enough to say that this feeling of attaining victory despite the overwhelming odds was a greater feeling than sex; maybe even better than eating some maple cinnamon rolls after a hard day of working with a warm cup of his favorite tea. God. What a feeling. The effects of the painkiller herbs were still in effect but the feeling of blood in his eyes was an irritating experience regardless. He holstered his weapon before he crawling towards the river when he overheard Ames talking. [color=chocolate]"It's only a hunch, but maybe its those talismans you have? I mean both you and Amulak have similar issues but he still levels up sometimes. Maybe because he only has one?"[/color] The scout says just as he realized how easy it was for him to articulate words despite having his face caved in. Upon further investigation, he realized that he jumped two levels and had regained all lost HP, MP, SP. Raime thanked God and the devs for that mechanic as he still didn't understand how healing worked other than the white herbs that grew near the river was a natural pain killer. Ames then asked if he wanted some help. [color=chocolate]"Ah. Thank you for the offer Ames, but I'm fine now."[/color] As if to emphasize the point he washes away all his blood staining his face and gargles out the blood inside his mouth before offering the red-haired fighter a winning smile before standing up and reuniting with the rest of the party. In the meantime, while the party discussed what they wanted to do next, he allocated his points. One point each to his HP, MP, and SP. The remaining ten would be divided between Agi and Dex. Though he decided that once he soft caped them at 60 each, he would focus on developing the rest of his skills so he could be more well-rounded stat wise. But that was for the future Raime to worry about, present Raime was more concerned with finding the faux catgirl and the man who dragged her off. [color=chocolate]"Finding them would be a good idea. And getting clean would be nice."[/color] Raime finishes as he glances down to look at his once pristine grey jinbei, now covered with dirt, grass stains, patches of sweat, and splattered with blood. Mostly his. [hr][hider=Character] [b]Username:[/b] Raime Braun [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Height:[/b] 189 cm [b]Weight:[/b] 90 kg [b]Voice Pitching:[/b] 0 [b]Decorations:[/b] None notable. [b]Appearance:[/b] Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. [hider=Attributes] [center]=Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.=[/center] [i]HP[/i] – 180 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] [i]MP[/i] – 180 + 5% = [b]189[/b] [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] [i]SP[/i] – 180 + 10% = [b]198[/b] [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] [i]STR[/i] – 10 [General physical strength.] [i]AGI[/i] – 37 + 10% = [b]41[/b] [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] [i]END[/i] – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] [i]DEX[/i] – 37 + 5% = [b]39[/b] [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] [i]LUC[/i] – 10 [Affects item drop rates.][/hider] [b]Classes:[/b] [b]Scout Lvl.11 - [+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX][/b] [hider=Skills][list][*][b][Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1][/b] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. [*][b][Zoned In][/b] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. [*] [b][Asess][/b] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. [/list] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=User Experience] [b]Perception:[/b] Realistic [b]Gore:[/b] On [b]Pain Setting:[/b] 100% [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] Money: 8 Silver Pieces[hr][list][*] Common Pouch [*] Standard Bolts x ∞ [*] White Herbs x 2 [/list] [/hider][hr]