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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] 
Past life = Veronica
Currently = Vola

[u][b]Current Stats:[/b][/u]
Level: [b]1[/b] | Form: [b]Orc Runt[/b] | Tier: [b]2[/b]

[u][b]Current Skills:[/b][/u][list]
[*][b]Ingestion[/b] - [i]After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.[/i]
[*][b]Rune Scribe[/b] - Rank I - [i]Isekai Skill. Normally, this Skill requires the User to be capable of at least one other Magic Skill. Use a personal writing system to imbue magical effects. At Rank I, the scribed Rune has only half the effectiveness of the original Spell and fades after 1 day. (For example, one could use this with a piece of parchment to produce a consumable Scroll of Fire Bolt--or place the Rune somewhere in the environment with certain spells to create a sort of booby-trap.)[/i]  
[*]Empty Skill Slot
[*]Empty Skill Slot[/list]

[u][b]Equipment and Inventory:[/b][/u][list]
[*][b]Swaddling Pelts[/b] - Equip, Clothes - [i]Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.[/i]
[*][b]Wooden Stick[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.[/i]
[*][b]Sharp Rock[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.[/i][/list]

[u][b]True Age:[/b][/u] 
23 Years, 7 Months

[u][b]Past Life:[/b][/u] 
As the oldest of three children born to a normal middle-class household, Veronica had a normal and happy upbringing with her only complaint having to babysit her twin brothers on occasion. From a small town, where everybody knows one another, Veronica was raised to be a friendly and kind person and to always treat others with respect. She was known around the neighbourhood as a nice and helpful girl who was always ready to lend a hand if asked. However living in a small town came with the drawback of it having little to offer in the ways of big city distractions. As such, she spent most of her days with her nose buried in a book. She loved the escape that a good story could bring and all the new things that an interesting book could teach her. Veronica would read anything, from gripping fantasy novels, to books that told her how to make her own candles, to books with interesting facts about ants. She loved reading so much that throughout her highschool life she had a part time job in her hometown’s small library, during which she probably read every book inside of it at least once. Her second great passion in life is animals, especially of the feline variety. Many an afternoon as spent feeding local strays and cuddling with the family cat while inhaling her newest book. When it came time or her to decide what to do with her life, she decided to follow in her mothers footsteps and get a degree in teaching, so that she might pass on a love of reading to the children that she’ll teach. When she was 23, Veronica had finally completed her degree with high marks and was rewarded for her efforts with a job offer at a primary school the town over. It was a bittersweet occasion, having to move so far away from home, but it was an adventure that she was looking forward to, though not one that she would be able to complete. As she was moving into her new apartment, the movers that she hired accidentally dropped the large box containing her bedframe down the stairs and as she scrambled to get out of the way she tripped and fell, her head cracking open against the railing. The next thing she knew, her eyes were opening to the face of an orc and starting her new life as Vola.

[u][b]New Life:[/b][/u]
Day 1, Orc Runt >

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