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If anyone has interest in mechs, tabletop games, and some ungodly mixture of the two, go give Lancer by Miguel Lopez and Tom Parkinson Morgan a shot. Its shocking how fun it is to play it.
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If anyone has interest in mechs, tabletop games, and some ungodly mixture of the two, go give Lancer by Miguel Lopez and Tom Parkinson Morgan a shot. Its shocking how fun it is to play it.
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1 yr ago
Sun Tzu once said: "If you or your loved ones have contracted mesothelioma, you may be entitled to financial compensation. Call the toll-free number on your screen now to see if you qualify."
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Beating your meat is a waste of time, when you can beat evildoers instead.
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If they just have horns then no. But if they're horny, they best watch out.
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Horny people are not protected under the constitution, or the law.
If you take 3 paragraphs to talk about how hot your character is, I'm slapping you with a fish
“Character motto here, something your character would say”
| N a m e: |
Cygnus
| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |
| G e n d e r: |
Self-explanatory
| A g e: |
Self-explanatory, likely around the 16-17 range
| Kingdom of Origin: |
Where are you from?(For those who might not be vacuan locals)
| Race: |
| History: |
Gimme a bit of a basic backstory? Focus on just the major stuff, any minor details can be discovered in the IC.
| Semblance: |
How does it work, and what are its limits?
| Weapon and Fighting Style: |
What kind of heat is your character rockin' and how best do they like to use it?
| Strengths and Weakness: |
What is ur character good at? What do they suck at? Can relate to their history, physical capabilities, and social skills. Preferably formatted ina bulleted list and kept short, sweet, and to the point
| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |
What do you feel is the thing your character struggles with the most or the most likely thing that drives them to make poor decisions?
| Miscs : |
Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit
Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose)(Further Edits for purpose of Chasing Shadows).
Alice felt good, thinking that she really did just perfectly explain chemistry to her mentally lacking friend. Also, Francoise was like...way too cute, once he was calm and relaxed. With gentle hands she would scritch his poofy hide, even if he was a turd, he was a very good dog once all his energy was used up. But, naturally, all good things had to come to an end as she was reminded that Mrs. Elmwood was going to probably beat them to death. So afraid was Alice of the consequences that she was visibly shaking, face pale. "Aaa-aah...yeah...we still have to...talk to her..." she said, clearly freaking out before she slapped her cheeks. "No no no no! No running! We're gonna go there, and we're gonna tell her that we're sorry, and that Francoise had a great time, and that he got a good bath! A-And honestly, I'm more scared of Ms. Bavaloure, so we'll deal with Elmwood."
Once she had risen and Brandy was no longer being obscured by conveniently shining vertical shafts of light, Alice would bring the pupper of sin to the doorstep of Elmwood, which was thankfully devoid of angry housewives and butchers. With lead feet and her stomach somewhere near her soles, the werewolf would knock on Elmwood's door.
Steppe Archer appreciated not having to sewer dive again more than the two could ever know. Like, ever. Seriously. But, there was the remaining question of just what to do with all this free time left on this afternoon. While the proficient huntress would offer to go do some hunting, she doubted that a druid would support hunting for sport. Even if she was certain that with Big Red's help they could get a massive haul, she respected the druid enough to not suggest going off to skin animals for fun. Not like she did it for fun to begin with, mind you, but she knew that noblemen hunted for sport, often wasting some perfectly good animals just on virtue of the fact that they could.
"We could train. But that's not really 'fun', more just something so we don't waste the day. We could like...just talk, I guess. Maybe get to know each other better?" The nomad girl was frankly very unused to things outside of her steppe socially, used to, generally, having a bunch of girls her age with similar interests and similar background to chatter with. The druid girl was a girl, and knew things about nature, and that was about where their interests stopped meeting. Big Red was a survivalist, but was also a whole other species and gender than she was used to. So, maybe just chatting would do them all some good, in a way.
A long, long bout of silence followed the archer girl being told that those herbs were basically worthless since every alchemist had them. One could almost see her soul trying to leave her body, feeling like an idiot for wasting an entire afternoon traipsing around the woods, avoiding stepping in dung, all for herbs that nobody needed. The thud of the archer's head against the table signaled that she understood how much of a colossal waste of time that all was.
As the druid came to realize that the literal only quest available to them was to kill roaches, the archer righted her head on the table, chin pressed down as she said: "Do noooot...seriously! Its not gonna work out good. There's rats as big as my head down there, the roaches have diseases, and if just one bites you it can be a disaster! Its better for people with full armor to do, but trudging around in sewer water in armor is gonna be awful too." Marching over and standing beside the druid, the archer would wiggle her fingers on her left hand, adding: "Me and Big Red would be fine since he's got a thick hide and I've got lots of padding, but if you got bit it'd be over like that!" she said, emphasizing with a tickling pinch of the druid girl's tanned side.
With her quirky demonstration over with, the archer would go back to the table and sit down, looking at her bag of herbs. "...I don't wanna lose another party I like because of some dumb bugs. I'll pick as many herbs as it takes, and sleep in the cold if it means we can go a day without wading through poop to fight bugs," she said, hanging her head a bit. She was still shaken from how Guard Lady, a woman who seemed so much stronger than her, just...collapsing and vomiting after a few bites from roaches. From disease. From a damnable plague that they were being told to go exterminate for copper.
Within the realms of Infactorium, there was an office that was scarcely used, mostly since high level PCs kind of had nutso resistances and could hold cursed items like it was nothing. In it dwelt the little black dragon without any purpose to break things, and, in that little black dragon's programming was a simple 9 to 5 job that mostly involved her sitting at a desk, clicking a pen, and waiting for someone to give her something to punch. The oblivion facing the world at hand was something the players knew, but to the binary code that constructed the mind of the factory managers, it would simply be as if they never existed at all. ...That is, until a creaking groan echoed from above her, causing a massive tile of her ceiling to come off and smack her in the head, flooring the poor dragoness before a pipe descended after her, pinning her down by her torso.
Sighing, Levia Vishap would reach into one of her pockets and pull out her carton of cigarettes, only to find, after furiously shaking it up and down a few times that it was empty. In order to answer complaints about the game promoting smoking, the item had been shadowbanned to only have one charge per 8 hours. "UUUGHHHH...THIS SUCKS! First nobody needs anything broken down, then my office is falling apart, THEN I'm out of my healie sticks! This sucks...I wanna go to bed...am I being fired? Is that why my office is crumbling?" the dragoness whined, kicking her legs childishly while rubble piled atop her. Looking up at the hole in her ceiling, she couldn't help but bite her lip. It was...unfair, really. If she was getting a pink slip, that just meant she was more useless than ever. Maybe they were adding some cooler, more effective facility.
It sucked, it was unfair, she didn't get paid enough, her butt hurt from sitting, and she really, really just wanted to go home and cry...at least, until a signal in her head called for an emergency meeting. Emergency meetings only called for active employees. She was being called for. SHE WAS STILL AN ACTIVE EMPLOYEE! With nothing more than a shove the pipe atop her went flying, before one of her enlarged scaled hands engulfed it, crushing it in an instant as her sharp teeth meshed together into a toothy grin. "THEY NEED ME TO BREAK SOMETHING! THAT'S IT!" she screamed, cackling wildly as she dusted off her coat, a piece of debris about to fall on her head being split as her tail wagged ferociously.
"Don't you worry whoever pushed the button! I'm comin'!" the ditz of a dragon screamed out, before her mouth erupted in green light, a thin jet of green liquid soon coating the wall to open a hole up. By the time she'd realized she wasn't fired, the door had been blocked by debris and thus, she had to make her own exit. And she would thus make many exits as she tore her way through the crumbling facility, acid drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth as she cut her way through rubble and metal like an excavator made of fists and acid. Of course, once it came time to enter the room that Faetalis was in, she would wipe her mouth, clear her throat, and enter calmly and slowly, tail smacking the door to the point of almost sending it off its hinges as she entered. "Lady Faetalis! Did you summon me for the disposal of a Class 1 Hazardous Material? Or maybe a Class 2!?" she asked, unsure, until she saw the state that her boss was in.
Her tail drooped, her larger arms sunk, and her head swiveled around hurriedly. "I-I'm gonna go get Gammaton, you wait here lady Faetalis!" she said, before freezing, shivering, and lowering herself to a kneel before Faetalis. "I apologize. I-I didn't mean to give you orders my lady. Please, forgive me. Barring that, punish me once we treat your wounds and- I just did it again. I'LL BE BACK!" With her bumbling apology finished the dragoness would begin tunneling her way towards where she had a feeling Gammaton might be. Hivehill needed his management currently, so she had no doubt he was trapped in there with his workers, trying to tunnel a way out. She'd slow her acidic and kinetic assault on debris, just to make sure she didn't accidentally decapitate the workers trying to reach the meeting.
I realized I didn't put a bio in for GrillBears, Gammaton's creator, and I hadn't realized GrillBears interests overlap with NotEvenHere's until just now. Does Levia have her own factory? If not, then since you mentioned Levia's home was in the 'animal pens', and the Pits of Hivehill were intended to function as such, you would be more than welcome to have Levia live in the Pits. The Pits were also intended as an experiemtnal breeding ground, so maybe GrillBears and NotEvenHere were collaborators in the past?
I'd be down with GrillBears and NotEvenHere being collaborators. And, I'd probably still want to say that Levia has her own office for breakdown of hazardous materials, but she can definitely bunk in the Pits. Her and Gammaton can even have bunk beds!
Alice wasn't exactly shy when it came to seeing other people, so Brandy stripping wasn't weird until she thought about the fact that this was also where the dog was bathing...and, in the midst of her thinking about that, Francoise would suddenly grab her by her own collar and dunk her in, the werewolf alchemist flailing as she weakly paddled, emulating a perfect doggy way of swimming as she shook her head. "Nn...now my clothes are all wet..." Alice bemoaned, before getting assaulted by licks that, much to her chagrin, had the girl giggling.
Getting tickled was a strange experience for Alice, who promptly let out a high-pitched almost hyena-like laugh as tears welled in her eyes. It seemed Brandy had found her greatest weakness. The laughter would continue all the way until Brandy asked her questions, at which point the werewolf would deftly splash some water in Brandy's face to distract her, before counter-tickling both her sides. "I just joined last week, to be honest. I learned how to make all this stuff at the alchemist guild. The detergent though is SUPER simple, how you make it is you take three parts #@!@*(*(@#(%*&^, six parts (>|"""{)*&@#^!!, grind them finely in a powder and slowly add in some alkaline, and then you have super-stain-fighting detergent!"
Brandy, god bless her soul, likely didn't have the IQ necessary to process the amount of syllables in those words, but it sure sounded like stuff that could cause an explosion. Upon noticing that Brandy's jubly bits were kinda just...there, and exposed, Alice looked over to where her pack and Brandy's stuff were only to see Brandy's lightweight clothing start to lift off. Hurriedly paddling over, Alice would move her alchemical oven over to rest atop Brandy's stuff and turned it off, the decently heavy weight making sure that nothing blew away. Now sitting on the river bank and relaxing a bit in the sun, Alice would wash away the mud and grime on the town's sheets like it was nothing at all, a feat that would make even Brandy realize she was pretty experienced with chores and cleaning.
Once that was settled and the sheets were hung to dry, Alice would wait for Brandy to get out, dried, and dressed. Then...it was time to face Mrs. Elmwood.
At hearing that there was likely no work left at the guild save for chasing down vermin in the sewers, the archer's back slumped a bit as she remembered the hideous roaches, disgusting rats, and literal plague down there before she waved her hand dismissively to say: "I uh...think I'll have to say no to us taking on sewer work. They've got roaches down there the size of me. It sounds stupid, I know, but someone I was adventuring with nearly died down there!" The girl protested her hardest until she just deflated a bit, realizing that beggars couldn't be choosers, and just hoped that they could take the day off after their long adventure. Despite being raring to go to work, she wasn't raring to go wade through crap for less copper than they just received for their doubled efforts.
The girl would aimlessly look around, unsure of what to do for a good bit of time before something seemed to catch her eye. "Um...I'll catch up with you two at the guild a bit later. Need to take care of something," the nomad girl would say before suddenly running off to towards the gates of Palisade. She seemed transfixed on something, but was, in fact, looking for something in particular that she'd seen when they were tussling with the boars a few days ago. With her hunting prowess it would be a simple task to maintain her sense of direction in the woods around the town as she hunted not for animals, but for the Pipini herbs that they'd used to treat the unfortunate red-haired adventurer.
The druid girl had said they were used in simple healing potions, so the archer figured that she could grab a fairly good number and sell them to an alchemist for some extra coinage. Despite the urgency with which she seemed to depart the girl would return to the guild bright and chipper, leaves and twigs in her hair and a sack full of herbs tied at her hip. She hoped that her lizard and druid friends would appreciate her gathering all those herbs, since they could probably make enough coins that they didn't need to trudge through a sewer for money. Seriously, Palisade was so small, how did its sewer get so...monstrous!?
Factory: Waste Management Office, Office of Acquisitions, Office of Disposal (Its all one office, it just has 3 signs.)
Function of Factory: To seek out hazardous materials, dispose of hazardous materials, or find ways by which said materials can be made non-hazardous. Levia accomplishes this due to her virtual immunity to every form of debuff, poison, and damage over time effect that isn’t literal fire. She will also destroy unwanted products created by the factory floors, using acid to melt down items.
Personality: Levia is a person that takes delight in her work...namely, she really, really enjoys breaking things that she’s allowed to. Whether its by breaking, melting, crushing, slashing, or virtually any method of destruction, Levia delights in the act. As head of her office and largely the one doing all the work, she can often be found meandering around other factory sections, leaving the collection of materials mostly to her crew of slimes. Outside of her work, Levia is a very straightforward, blunt sort of person that has little regard for etiquette beyond respecting the authority of the Supreme Beings, but can generally be described asa someone who likes everyone in the guild, since they're the reasons that she's capable of enjoying her work so heartily.
Despite her build focusing on killing or destroying over time, she's an impatient sort of person, and would prefer to instantly destroy something with a combination of her sneak attacks and Single Blow abilities. A favor done for her is one that can generally be expected to be repaid, as the chimera woman values loyalty above all else.
Creator: The venerable lord NotEvenHere, who, despite his name, was very punctual when it came to playing the game and participating in the Infactorium guild's activity. A ranger and beast tamer by trade, the player most frequently called "Even" wasn't one for crafting or gathering materials, but instead believed that rounding up a menagerie of monsters for the purpose of streamlining the supply for hide, bone, organs, and whatever organic components were needed was where he fit into the guild. He'd trudge into the mechanical halls every day with some bizarre specimen that he insisted was part of a greater project, with Levia's current place of residence being where the animal pens used to be. He never was the most sociable sort, sometimes resorting to using stealth skills to avoid conversing with guild members that he wasn't familiar with, but was known to rave about topics that he loved over private messaging with the guild master and a few others of the inner circle. The slimes that currently exist within her facility were also caught and bred by her creator, making them, in a way, family to her even if they don't have brains to reciprocate the feeling.
Levia's creation was one that spurred from what one guild member described as: "Even is on crack and is trying to breed a dragon with a cockatrice". And lo and behold, the literal crack shipping would pay off with NotEvenHere eventually managing to perfect Levia, his Frankenstein of some of the least popular reptilian races to form a behemoth of status resistance. Levia definitely does not have baby photos of her growing bigger, do not ask this, asking this is a breach of protocol and will dub you as a Class 1 Disposable Hazard. As for WHY he made such a strangely built NPC, NotEvenHere described it as being a way to test the limits of interspecies breeding in YGGDRASIL, with Levia being a complex case of numerous breedings over many months, before finally resulting in the mutant dragon who took a great deal of time to raise up.
NotEvenHere vanished four months before YGGDRASIL online's closure, mentioning in a direct message to the guildmaster that he had just had a daughter IRL, and needed to work more overtime if he wanted to be able to afford schooling for her. With no one to care for the animals, they were moved further out and left for NPCs to sustain, but not breed them, with Levia's new position as a Waste Management officer being a fairly recent change for her. Her equipment was requested and designed by NotEvenHere, and was finished a month before he left the game.
Overseer Build
Level: 75 (375) Racial Levels: 30
(B) Dragon: Level 15
Breath Weapon: The ability to produce an elemental organ inside the body that can shoot a stream of a certain element. Levia’s damage type is Acidic.
Dragomorph: By having the highest level of a Dragon Race, Levia is capable of shifting between a full dragon form and a humanoid form. Because of her chimeric race level though, this is somewhat corrupted, resulting in an imperfect humanoid form containing many of her reptilian racial traits.
Resistance (Acid): Dragons take significantly reduced damage from their breath weapon’s damage type.
(R) Nidhogg: Level 5 (Requires a level 15 Dragon, or Undead Dragon race)
Venomous Blood: Those who descend from the cursed dragon share in its foul blooded nature, converting harmful status effects caused by the user to give beneficial statuses while still counting as debuffs for the purpose of other abilities.
Cloying Breath: An alternative breathe weapon available to Levia due to her nature as an Acidic Dragon. Causes the user to emit a large cloud of poisonous gas that counts as Acid, while also inflicting Poison, Burn, and Paralysis to all targets in an area of roughly 30 feet in radius, including the user. The gas lingers and spreads out, but due to the weight of the gas it is unlikely that anyone larger than a dwarf would be affected after the initial blast.
(R) Chimera: Level 1 (Requires completing the quest: “One of a Kind”
Bastardization:Allows the user to take racial traits from monstrous heteromorphic species outside of their usual available options. Cannot combine diametrically opposed races, such as Angels and Undead.
(B) Naga: Level 1
Quadreptile: Nagas possess four arms, allowing them to simultaneously wield four weapons.
(B) Salamander: Level 1
Veins of Obsidian: The user becomes resistant to fire damage from their own, and all other sources.
(B) Cockatrice: Level 1 (Requires completing the quest: “Stone Cold Turkey” with at least one avian race [BYPASSED BY CHIMERA])
Descendant of Entropy: User gains immunity to Petrification from their own sources.
Petrification: The user’s unarmed melee attacks become capable of inflicting petrification on targets. Because of her Venomous Blood, Levia will often damage herself once in order to gain the petrification status, which then turns into an armor bonus due to her immunity to the status.
(B) Lizardman: Level 1
Tail Weapon: The user’s large, muscular tail becomes a deadly weapon that they’re capable of using in combat. While it isn’t dexterous enough to hold small objects, it can wrap around large objects and has enough power to inflict blunt crushing damage.
(H) Basilisk: Level 5 (Requires being at least 20 Racial levels in reptilian races.[SUBSTITUTED BY CHIMERA REPLACING REPTILIAN WITH DRACONIC RACES])
Debilitating Poison: The user’s abilities that inflict poison have their duration increased by 50%, and targets afflicted with poison by a Basilisk become unable to cure it aside from magical means. A normal antidote will not cure their poison, but will slow the rate at which it deals damage.
Death with a Glance: The user’s very eyes are enchanted with a magical property. Enemies that are 25 levels below the user that suffer this ability have a chance to instantly die, while the usage of this ability on characters “on par” with Levia instead receive the fear status. An enemy 25 levels below Levia that does not die from being too weak will instantly suffer the fear effect regardless of immunity. This ability can be turned on or off for a significant mana cost, taking half of Levia’s MP to switch it on or off.
Job Levels: 45
(B)Assassin: 15
Assassinate: An attack conducted from stealth that allows the user to inflict massive damage, potentially killing a weaker unaware opponent in a single blow. Can only be used with light melee weapons
Stealth Sneak: This ability, once used, allows the user to enter a limited form of invisibility, becoming imperceptible to the naked eye so long as it was used while out of sight. Useful in conjunction with Assassinate. Effect ends upon taking damage.
Sign of Life: As a class that focuses solely on taking life, an Assassin is capable of sensing the general position of life forms, regardless of whether they’re capable of seeing at the moment. However, this does not distinguish between types of life; An insect may appear the same as a human, due to the general nature of the skill.
(H)Poison Maker: 3 (Requires completing the quest: “Appetite for Revenge”)
Poison Construction: The user is capable of creating poisons both from materials they acquire, and their own racial features if they are applicable. The rarer the materials used, the stronger the poison can become to the point that it can potentially bypass poison immunity.
(R)Master Assassin: 2 (Requires a max level Base Assassin Class)
Sign of Life, Greater: Sign of Life becomes capable of discerning position and types of life with greater accuracy.
Formless Expertise: The user becomes capable of using Assassinate with any form of weaponry, including unarmed.
(B)Monk: 10
Fist Proficiency: The user becomes capable of dealing great damage with knuckles and their bare-hands.
Ki Manipulation: Utilizing internal energy, the user becomes capable of manipulating the internal flow of their energy, becoming capable of channeling Ki to parts of their body to strengthen or harden them. This also speeds up natural health regeneration.
Resistance Massive: By purging an amount of Ki from their body, the user is capable of reducing magic damage by 30% at the cost of a majority of their MP.
Flurry of Blows: Using Ki, the monk greatly increases the speed of their attacks, slamming blow after blow into an opponent.
(R)Venomous Fist: 5 (Requires Poison Maker and Monk)
Negative Ki: The user’s very life energy becomes infused with acidic venom, causing blows delivered by the user to deal a mixture of acid and poison in addition to physical damage.
Pressure Pointed Poison: Rather than focusing on punches and kicks, this technique focuses on slamming one's flat hand like a knife through muscle and skin, directly injecting poisonous ki within a target that reeks havoc on their internal organs. Applies a continually stacking Venom debuff that also erodes the target's maximum HP over time.
Leeching Fist: The user's very ki becomes thorny and barbed, causing the mere act of physical contact to siphon ki from an opponent and add it to the user's Ki pool. This does not affect non-ki-using classes adversely, but a monk without ki is like a fish out of water.
(R)Cursed Knight: 5 (Requires being at least Level 60 and completing the quest: "Terrible Night to Have a Curse".
Break: The Cursed Knight is fated to destroy, and culminates this power in losing the ability to equip low-level items that shatter at being used by the curse bearer. This negative destroys items level 30 and below equipped by the user, but also greatly increases the durability damage the user deals when attacking enemies wearing equipment.
Inherit the Nightmare: The cursed blood of the Knight surges through their veins, and, once once the duration of a debuff ends, spreads that debuff to their foremost opponent.
Strength of Mayhem: The Cursed Knight thrives in the tribulations that combat and hardship bring, gaining a damage increase for each debuff in place on them.
(R)Single Blow: 5 (Requires at least 10 levels in a Base Monk class, or appropriate High classes)
Planet Rocker: Channeling energy into their fist, the Single Blow class focuses on ending fights with strong, single target, single-hit attacks that send opponents reeling if they even survive. The user builds Ki into their fist, greatly increasing the damage while also making the wind-up time for the next punch very long, making this skill impractical if not used correctly.
Pain to Power: Pain is the key to striving ever towards perfection; this mantra allows the user to gradually siphon their HP and place it as a percentile bonus to their next attack, allowing up to 50% of the user's life to be expended at a time.
Stalwart Soul: One strike offered, one strike received in kind, one cannot expect to just punch once and win. The user becomes incapable of moving while using Planet Rocker, but gains increased magical and physical defense while charging it up. In addition, the range of Planet Cracker is modified, with the initial punch sending out a shockwave that is capable of hitting opponents who think the punch is all they have to worry about.
Stat Block:
HP:70
MP:10
PHY. ATK: 65
PHY. DEF: 10
AGI: 40
MAG. ATK: 0
MAG. DEF: 20
RESIST: 100
SPECIAL: 60
Stat Total (Power): 375
Overseer Inventory and Powers
Mountain Breaker's Attire: A set of monk's attire that resembles modern clothing, specially designed by Levia's creator "NotEvenHere" for her usage. The garments are crafted to increase the duration of debuffs on the wearer by 25% with the tradeoff being that the wearer's stats increase by 10% for each unique debuff on the user, playing off Levia's unique nature as a "Plague DPS".
Cap of Blackmountain: Levia's snazzy hat, made to compliment her body armor by reducing the amount of resistance the opponent has the more a user strikes, eventually ensuring that just about any debuff, save for Instant Death, can affect even those immunized to them.
Blackmountain Boots: All-leather, in-line soles, aside from providing an increase to the most important stat (Drip), these boots raise the wearer's movement speed in accordance to how many times they have attacked recently, up to a cap of 30%.
Bracelet of Titan Power: Heightens the user's strength, giving them a 10 point increase to PHYS. ATK.
Colossus Amulet: Decreases knockback amount received by 50%.
Greater Belt of Ki: A monk's best friend, and a high level item that increases the maximum amount of Ki the user possesses by 20%, while increasing the regeneration speed of Ki by 30%.
The Ring of Helheim: "Drink deep and descend." The Ring of Helheim was personally crafted by NotEvenHere to counteract Levia's naturally low MP total, increasing her defenses by 40% when her MP is at 30% or below, which is most of the time given its miniscule pool.
Malboro Gold: A strange cosmetic joke item in the form of a box of cigarettes that inflict poison on the user. Levia uses it sometimes, just to enjoy the feeling of regenerating from something that's supposed to kill her. smoking is cool smoking is cool smoking is cool smoking is cool
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