[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 128
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 1210/1210[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 1830/1830[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30[/color]
[sup]STR – 1038  |  AGI – 237  |  END – 254  |  DEX – 117 |  LUC – 70[/sup]
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Despite being dead while the others farmed, Mags managed to be the highest level out of all of the goobers. As if as a cruel joke for her sacrifices, she gained a rare item that allowed her to die. In addition to this, she moved with a newfound sense of grace and dexterity. Of course, this wasn't because of her increase to AGI and DEX. An odd side-effect of having the strength of over a hundred men lead to Mags feeling like a metaphorical giant in an ant's world. She actually had to put in effort to not rip a door off its hinges or chip the ground with a stubbed toe. Thus, every step had to be deliberate. Otherwise, the property damage would have slain her meager savings.

If Ames appeared in the plaza as a princely warrior of summer flame, Mags was the seedy daughter of a crime lord. She was the type of ojou-sama that responded with a concrete bath instead of ohohos. Every ounce of her being radiated strength. Her confidence was astounding, considering that half of her outfit was the nevernude option. She had so much strength that even her chest could barely be bound by something as mere as cloth.

Though, that was actually the result of her items instead.

[color=fff7b0]"Hello and goodbye, nerd."[/color] She said to the new arrival and departure of their ragtag group. [color=fff7b0]"Good luck with fighting... people who wear badges?"[/color] She didn't recognize the symbol at all. Though, that was mostly because she spent the last IRL days doing nothing murder beasts and monsters. If the ecosystem was close to real life, she would have probably been a one woman extinction event.

[color=fff7b0]"Any of you guys pick what side you're going to do? I'll probably just end up following one of you because I don't care who I end up punching at this point."[/color] She said, speaking like a true brute. She didn't really have too good clue of the political situation, either. After all, she was the type of person to skip every cutscene just to reach the fights a little faster.