Kisodeth

      Kisodeth had pulled the old wooden door open as a variety of scents hit her all at once causing her to back up for the moment. It all smelled...pretty? It was pretty foul to be honest. She pinched her nose and waved her hand as she stepped inside, the scent and aroma of the Apothecary's environment subsiding as she saw the Old Man in the back mixing potions of a wide variety of colors. There was a huge collection of glass vials filled with different colored liquids, labels of some pretty odd names and a mass quantity of Boar Blood. The woman arched a ginger brow as she gave him a questionable look and then took a step forward only to trigger a discussion with the NPC.

     "Ah! Welcome back, did you find those materials I needed? I was just getting things ready here to make some new potions. But you know what?" The old man stopped and smiled at the woman. Kisodeth wasn't so sure about that smile on his face as it grew wide. He had given her a look and started to brush the long white beard of his chin. She gave him a look, "You better not try anything, Old Man. I will beat you to an inch of you--"

      "Why don't YOU try making the potion instead. I will guide you in the process, come over here and stand next to me. I am sure you will enjoy alchemy if you would only give it a shot! Come, my dear." 

     She laughed and shook her head, "Like I never heard those three words together before." The woman swung her body around the counter and placed her hands on the table top, "So, what are we gonna make today? A potion that will turn someone into a frog or something? Isn't that what alchemy is all about anyways?" she asked.

     The old man laughed at her jest and shook his head, "No, nothing malevolent such as that. We'll try something small, like a simple healing potion. Now then, we need a few ingredients. Water is very important for alchemists, also having a keen eye and measuring the right amount of liquids. Here, you try. Sometimes it takes a little practice to do this." 

"Right," she said finally getting that awkward conversation out of the way. Her eyes shifted back to Cyrus, "To be honest, I've been going with the flow since I met you. The only ideas I had come up were those that I just mentioned. Us having our bases covered seem like the best points of interest to come down to. Other than that though, I don't really have anything else to offer." The woman had shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her chair. While he was 'observing' her, she was also observing him. No doubt, things would get awkward at some point during all this, but that would come later. Her eyes rolled off his figure nonchalant like having a rather aloof demeanor present on her as she folded her arms over her chest. 

"You feeling as anxious as I am, huh? It's still quite early in the day, we can scope out a few places to check on prices at Inns, or even check out the Boar Field and check out some good hunting spots. Although I would rather not risk my neck right now, not with this shabby armor. I think right now, if you plan on becoming a Blacksmith, then I can help you with your quest. Getting some gear would definitely step up in the right direction for the both of us so we can begin our lucrative business." Her leg shifted once more attempting to sit comfortably in this chair had started to cause some mild irritation mentally. The constant swinging of her legs because she was feeling anxious just to be sitting her. She needed to get outside and stretch her legs before she became a moody woman.  

"Yeah, I definitely need to get out and stretch my legs. Why don't we go walk and chat, sitting here is making me feel tired and lazy." The woman stood up and kicked the seat back into place, long raven hair spilled off her shoulder as she moved and swept it with the back of her hand. She looked behind her to see if Cyrus was in tow behind her. With a gesture, she headed towards the door pushing the door rather violently until it smashed right into a player's head causing them to suffer from a knockback effect and landing squarely on his ass. The woman shook her head, "People need to be more careful." She said as she stepped out into the blitzing sunlight that was now covering her face, she had to squint as she moved and folded her arms over her chest once again, ignoring the kid's rambling that she needed to watch out. 

"Any place you wanted to visit?" @Cyrus

      How long had passed? Ten? Fifteen minutes perhaps and there was nothing to show for her observation skills. She groaned and complained mentally as she kicked a nearby rock that had rolled off a small dip in the land. Her eyes squinted and she moved towards that very edge. Those same crystal blue eyes widened as she took a step back, "Damn, that would be one nasty fall..." The woman had swept her hand over her hair as it bounced and sprang back into place. 

ID: 80352
LD: 12

      As she turned, her right foot hit another lump. It felt like another rock, and as she had squatted down to examine it, she was pretty close in her guess. It was some kind of shiny jewel, but it registered as a quest item. She gave a soft exhale as she stood up and stretched her arms over her head. That was the last item she needed, so all she had to do now was go back to that old man and claim her reward. Checking out the server time, she was still doing pretty good with her pace. She had expected to be out here for another twenty or so minutes but her luck had finally reached its apex for the day. 

      With hair moving from her shoulder to her back, the woman made for a power walk out of the wilds and back to the starting city entrance. Her glossy blue eyes shifted from person to person as she kept mostly to herself walking with purpose in her feet. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be collecting those spoils and would be presented with some exceptional items for her hard work. 

      Making her way back to the Alchemist, she noticed that smoke was billowing from the chimney top of his shop and that the elderly NPC was no longer standing at the front door of his place. Kisodeth shrugged her shoulders, since he was not standing outside and there was clearly some evidence of work being done on the inside, she figured she would just pay him a visit in there. Moving along his cobbled path, Kiso moved for the door and opened it up with a swift pull. 

The woman nodded to his suggestion although she had caught his eyes roaming her upper figure. She shifted in her seat and glared at him mildly, "What are you trying to look at? And I am not the clingy type. You won't have to worry about any of that. This is a business relationship after all." She had got the incoming ping from Cyrus as a friend request. She poked the green circle with her index finger and they were now, by all means of the system, considered 'friends.' She swept away the menu with a flick of her wrist and touched her raven hair, causing it to bounce off her shoulder. She would have to touch up on a few of the comments he made about professions while they were still somewhat on the subject.

"I had planned on perhaps becoming an Alchemist. It would be easy for us to have a healthy supply of healing potions and crystals, not to mention having Teleport Crystals too. There is the Cook Profession, but I don't do that 'kitchen' stuff. The most I have ever cooked was perhaps frozen food out of a box. Besides the point, there is also a Tailor Profession, but I am not using leather armor for my build. And Performer is out of the question. So essentially it comes down to what we really need. Alchemy for potions and crystals, and Blacksmithing for armor and weapons. But I won't hold it against you if you want to chose something else. More than likely, I'll probably pick up Alchemy." The woman uncrossed her legs underneath the table.

So far they had touched on some important subjects in which needed to be addressed. This was a good starting point for the both of them as partners in this brave new world. However, the sleeping arrangement as well as Professions still needed to be addressed. Obviously she was not going to sleep in the same bed as him, that would be awkward for two business partners so they would probably have to find a bigger room. This was mildly important for Kisodeth since she enjoyed having her own bed and her own personal space, but she had a roommate back home, however that was another female. She never lived with another guy... This could get very awkward very fast, she thought. 

"Anyways. We should decide on how much to spend for living costs. We'll need a room with two beds of course, and we don't necessarily have to stay at this inn. I am just accustomed to it. I could ask the NPC if they have a bigger room with two beds later on." Kisodeth leaned on her right arm, head in the palm of her hand as she looked absent mindedly away from him. The was still plenty of daylight left in the day and maybe not even an hour had passed since their meeting and already they were talking about Business. She was somewhat thankful though she would not have to go through this alone, despite that strong front she puts on, things would be so much easier having someone to lean on once in awhile. She wasn't always so cold...but she had to stay protective of herself. As he said, it would be bad to fall into a trap and find yourself vulnerable where they could just walk all over you. That in this world or any would never happen to her. @Cyrus

      Her quiet blue eyes sought the ground as she moved around the general vicinity. There was no longer any danger of the boars that were spawning in her area as she killed the one that seemed to be the closest to her. She still had no idea how she summed up the boldness in herself to do that, it was somewhat suicidal and she had clenched her teeth because of it, but there was that injected feeling of ecstasy as it happened, like a euphoric wave that pulsed through every digital vein of her body causing her body to swell with excitement. She had this same feeling when she got ink done on her body, it was truly magnificent. The woman closed her eyes for a moment, "Get a grip of yourself, Abby. This is not the time to be gambling your life away, not without a buffer between you and the slain." She had talked to herself as her eyes scoured the grass, her foot would prod a clump of dirt every once in awhile to see if she could uproot anything of worth. 

      This fetch quest however had come along decently enough, she would soon be done with it all and then she could get back to at least some more fun things to do. After all, she was doing this for herself and while being a solo player may have been a slower climb than those who worked in groups, she did not have to have the headache of looking out for someone. Rich, black hair rolled off her shoulder as she examined a tree stump and looked around before sitting at the base. She was given some basic provisions when in her journey, some water and some bread. She took out a small loaf and as well as a bottle of water. She ate little pieces of it before drinking down the liquid. She had been very thirsty apparently as it overflowed from her lips and streamed down her chin and over her clothing. She let out a satisfied sigh and swept her mouth with the sleeve of her clothes. Chewing on the tasteless morsel of bread, the woman would find no happiness in eating this dry food. 

ID: 80322
LD: 8

     She had stood up and tossed away the bottle, littering wasn't even a thing in this game as it just pixelated into nothingness as it left her hands. She shrugged and moved along. Searching for that last material, it was always the last on the list that she needed that took the longest to find. Her anxiousness had sprouted and took hold already, forming the desire she just wanted to get this [censored] done and over with. Much to her dismay, she would have to look elsewhere for that final piece of the puzzle. 

"Another damage player." She thought, while rubbing her chin gently. The more power they had, the easier it would be to mow down simple mobs. She could play the off tank role eventually, but she would never go all the way through with being a tank. A few points to get hate as she would eventually be wearing heavy armor, it just suited her ideal image when it came to playing the game. When he had requested that he might need some cover, the woman shrugged her shoulder, "Don't worry. I won't let them rape you." Her tone sick and playful as her eyes squinted with a small smile, "But seriously enough, you won't be too hurt while I am around. While I won't be your typical tank, I can possibly draw enough hate from one on one mobs," there were a few other skills she had planned to pick up as well, but she would have to examine that at a later date. 

Cyrus had already picked up the first newbie quest, that was good. She would get started on hers then so she could get ahead as well. It seemed like a good way to nab some extra skill points and a few other much needed items as well. She brought her hand up towards her silken black hair and moved it off her shoulder once more as she took a look around the Inn. It had gone quiet as mid day was approaching. Through the window she could see clear blue skies and people walking by. It seemed some of them were getting a bit more bold in this new world, some of them taking the advantage of going out to hunt in groups as it would be safer for them. 

Kisodeth turned her head back to Cyrus, those cold blue eyes were studying him again as she relaxed in her seat and shifted her leg over the other, "Since we got that out of the way, I suppose the next thing we can do is figure out our Professions. From what I gathered in the guidebook, Fishing is a lacking profession. One of us being a Blacksmith might be an idea down the line as well as being an Alchemist since they can create healing potions. So we have a few options there. Did you have anything in mind besides those two? Also..." 

The woman hesitated at the start of this next set of dialogue but she rolled her eyes nonetheless, "How are you on col at the moment? I've got a decent amount left over from the starter package when I joined, but eating three course meals and staying at this inn is quickly becoming problematic. We could share a room and expenses for a little while, kinda like roommates until we both have enough col to where we can settle on in different locations. We don't need to be joined at the hip all the time, when one of us needs help, we could message the other. At least that's how I saw this partnership turning out, if you have any other idea though I am open to suggestions." @Cyrus

     This was a tricky situation she had found herself to be in. There were two boars roaming the area where she was currently in and the proximity of the two were closer than she would have liked. She took a deep breath and drew the sword from the sheath at her side, if it came down to it, she could hack her way through one of them and get to the clearing on the other side. She had stood idle for a moment to see if their tracking would deviate from the current area, she kept those keen blue eyes on their patterns but it seemed like they were persistent on doing staying in the area. 

     She had drawn to the conclusion she would have to fight for her life on this one and that could make for an ugly scenario. If she died down, then she would be as weak as the worm as she had called others. But she would not be so short sighted of all this. If she could take one down now, that would make her all the more of a reason to continue down the right path. Getting a feel for her the blade in her hand, Kisodeth took a step forward. Her feet had brushed against the grass and it had alerted the boar. It caught sight of her and she readied her blade. With a squeal and huff, is shuttled towards her. Blue eyes widened as she roared with a battle cry. Her stance was sloppy but she had brought her weapon up as the blade wrapped into a blackened aura. She shuffled her feet and slashed quickly at the incoming boar as it fell to her blade, rolled a few feet away and pixelated into nothingness. Her heart was pounding as she jerked her head to look over her shoulder, the boar had been vanquished.

     Steadying herself, it was the first battle she had taken part in since her start in this game world. But there was a feeling that she could not quite explain. Although it was only mere moments that passed by, the pure adrenaline and ecstasy that filled her seemed to cause a euphoric feeling to wash over her when she stood her ground and attacked. The feeling was like a drug as her heart pounded and she wanted more of that.

     Gulping, the woman steadied her shaking hand and sheathed her tainted weapon. The feeling would pass after a few calming notes before she was out of her lust for battle. Sweeping the hair off her shoulder, she would come back to this feeling at another time. Despite the battle, she was able to find a trampled item from the wake of the fallen boar. She had retrieved it and found it a necessary component for the quest objective. She just needed one more and she would be done with this fetch quest. 

ID: 80314
LD: 16 [+1 Material]

     Her mood had gone from pleased to mild contempt when she now noticed the kids had wandered off without her. This was to be expected, she of course would not specifically rely on them from the get-go, but that didn't mean she couldn't milk it. But with the kids gone that meant a more dangerous situation for herself. Stone cold, blue eyes shifted as she turned and took a step backwards and turned on the ball of her foot. There was no point in going forward, deeper into the wilds without any real protection. Had she had some armor on that offered a significant increase in her mitigation then things could have played out differently, but there was still time to address those concerns at a later date. 

      There were more pressing matters to attend to though and ones she need to fulfill as quickly as possible. Turning her body, the woman went back towards the area of the safe zone and hopefully she could find the remaining materials in the forefront of the wilds instead of having to trek deeper into the woods and find them there. And with her buffer missing, she would not risk her neck for a few materials. Her feet moved with quickness through the foliage of the ground as she retraced her steps. She only needed a few more of these precious items and she could reap her rewards. The sooner, the better. Finding speed in her movement, the hot female player glanced around as she emerged from the 'wilds' she could see the entrance to the Starting City and that the spawn of boars had not been piling up. 

     She was for the moment safe and sound. So she took her time to look around the area to find the her next 'score.' Just as she was about to take another step, that familiar glint caught her eye and she smiled, "Bingo." she thought out loud as she leaned over and plucked the item from the ground. That was three out of the five she needed and soon would be wrapping up this quest line and moving on to the next. She had a solid time of finding these materials, it was not much harder than she thought it was which was a relief. However when she gathered her thoughts, she noticed that a few boars had been crowding around her. 

"God dammit...You little shits are really trying to ruin my good day..." 

ID: 80313
LD: 15

WHen he reached out to shake her hand, there was a fire ignited in their hands. Between the two of them, they could set the world afire in a way that Aincrad truly had never seen before. This was an acknowledgment of equals between the two. The bond they had shared between the two was fragile however, he was true in what he said, whatever happens could easily fall apart just as easily as it was created. There was safety in numbers, however, numbers were only good if the two people in the terms were of decent mind and will. Both people presented her in this quaint corner of the Inn had found that within each other and the resolve between the two had never faltered as they battled in this game of wits. 

"Excellent," she said withdrawing her hand, "I suppose I can at the very least give you my name. It's Kisodeth," she gave the player a nod in his direction and waited for the moment to be given his name. When introductions were over, she smiled lightly and nodded once again in recognition of his strong name. She cleared her throat and then prompted her control panel, "If we are going to be serious about this partnership, I believe all loot rewards should be fairly cut and dry. We each get half of the spoils and then we can disperse equipment that we find to one another to fill in our gaps. Now then..." the woman slid her legs into a comfortable position underneath the table causing the material of the chair she was sitting in to squeak. She examined her console and looked at the player, Cyrus. 

"I have been going over a few things. This first floor has a medley of chain quests easy enough to get us some starting experience and skill points without risking our necks in killing boars for an unheard of amount of time. I was out in the fields before the GM had wed us to this death game, and I can tell you right now the boars don't give much experience. You could slay a hundred of them and not gain anything, but there are decent loot drops to be had even for starting players like us. I am new to these kinds of games, so I might not be as advanced in terminology as some of these gushing pre-teen players. But I believe I had a solid idea for my first few levels. I plan on taking a one handed weapon and then using a shield for extra mitigation. Switching on and off from the two until they are both adequately leveled will give me the damage I need and the safety of soaking up damage. Don't get me wrong though, I am not Tanking for anyone. I much rather have brute strength, but I like the versatility of one handed weapons especially paired with a shield. Now then, what do you plan on delving into?" @Cyrus

     She would have to worry about equipment later for the time being. Right now, despite not having the proper equipment she was finding that these low level quests would give her some great items in the long run that would definitely help her in her solo adventures. Blue eyes peered over the horizon as she moved now over the glade in the 'wilds'. Those kids who were killing boar were still within an earshot of her, and she could still see them out of the corner of her eye. All these things were good, at the very least they didn't suspect of vulturing around picking at their left overs. She had no problem getting dirty when the time was needed to do so, but if they were helping her with the clearing out of these few boar mobs to make her material farming that much easier, then so be it. As she had picked up the first material, she had swept her hand through the rich dark raven locks of hair the bounced off one shoulder and over the other. 

     The solo player really did feel like she was in a world of fantasy, everything down to the ripple of water seemed so real and lifelike but at the same time, there was a thin coating of that cartoony stroke that pulled everything into a world of surrealism. Folding her arms over her chest, she would watch for a moment the two kids dicing around a boar mob to see if she could use any intellectual advice from how they were doing things. It was pretty much the same as when she first began playing, sword arts were of the popular choice to use when mowing down mobs however she had not been able to unlock the other skills before the hellish announcement had been declared they were all trap here. 

     Kisodeth craned her neck as the kids plowed through the mob like it was nothing, it was an easy kill and two back to back sword arts of varying weapon classes had finished the boar off rather easily. So she turned around feeling safe as the two were still in the area and got down on her knees, "Just need to find a few more of these materials for that old man and I can get back to the safe zone. Even if those kids are having an easy time with those boars..." 

ID: 80303
LD: 14 [+1 Material]

      "Hell yes, got me another shiny leaf." The woman had plucked the item from the ground and got back up on her feet. She swept her hair off her shoulder with the back of her hand when she had realized things had become very quiet. "[censored]...where did those little rascals get off to?" Her eyes moved and darted left and right, and she knew this feeling very well. Anxious; she could not find them which meant she was on her own with the boars. "[censored]." 

The female laced her fingers with each other as she narrowed her eyes and nodded her head at points in his conversation that she found satisfactory with her way of thinking. Of course not everything he had said was on equal footing with her thoughts but she would not label him wrong for thinking of so. But it was addressed that he would be no hero of the land of Aincrad, and for that she gave him a small bit of respect or what she would call respect for him. She rubbed her thighs when one leg was lifted over the other again. Those blue oculars received his body language and she took another long sip of her black coffee, this morning had become quite interested indeed. 

"After reviewing what you had said, I believe you and I might be on good terms at least for the time being. You are right, it would be better to go this solo for now since the world outside us has such a feeble mind. However, we might share in the same side of coin. We might be able to work out a partnership that would be mutually agreeable for the both of us. I will be honest with you, I can be a cut throat liar and a deceiving bitch. But, I know when I can use an...how do I put this? An ally in the midst of this world. We have a harmonizing thought process which is suitable to my liking and while I do not agree with everything you have said, there is enough there to lay a very thin foundation of trust between the two of. We both want the same thing, perhaps different goals; but we both want power and we both want to survive." 

The woman raised the mug to her black coated lips and drained the coffee with a single shot. Her eyes closed as the warm liquid almost seemed to melt her body, it was a damn good cup of coffee and it was enough to make her wake up and burn that fire deep within her for the morning. The corner of lip stretched into a side smile and she set the coffee mug on the table top and laced her fingers into one another again. 

"So what do you think? Do you trust me enough to watch your back in a fight, to go out and help level each other up? Or would you rather do things yourself and see how far you can get without anyone's help. In the end, we might have different paths we wish to walk, but those curving roads might lead to the same destination for us both one day. I am all about the calamity and mayhem, I love a good book of chaos. If I can get strong enough, I might just turn this world into my battlefield and perhaps even be Queen. But those are lofty thoughts, maybe in the end...I am just looking for some peace and quiet." her ginger brows raised at her last remark. But she would not be so subtle.

She lifted one hand and held it out in front of him, "So what do you say, Stranger? Will you join me in getting us both to the top?" @Cyrus

     Turning on her heels, Kisodeth had accepted the quest from the bearded old man. It was a simple enough quest objective, 'go to the wilds and pick up five materials.' It was your standard fetch quest that she heard oh so much about in games like these. But god were they boring as hell to do. There was no excitement in it, but it was safe and safety was something she needed to nestle into until she was properly set for savage battles ahead. The woman had walked away from the shop with a confident stride. That intimidating aura had set off around her again, a blank but cold expression towards those who gave her any kind of look that displeased her. She was very much like a venomous snake, ready to strike at anyone foolish enough to 'poke' her. 

     As she moved with fluidity of a viper, her stone cold blue eyes set upon the exit of the Starting City. She took in a deep breath and placed her hands on her hips, the basic sword sheathed hanging from her hip against the leather materials of her pants. She surveyed the area with those steel blue oculars, and raised a ginger brow to see that there was some boars in the way; great. Folding her arms over her chest she had noticed a few players teaming up to take the targets out. Her black lips softened and she called out, "Hey, you kids forgot one over here!" she said pointing to the one in her path. They looked at each other and shrugged jogging over and slaying the beast in an acceptable amount of time. She didn't thank them and then unhooked her arms and moved once more through the so called wilds.

     Her path was clear cut and she was taking the side that was least dangerous to her. With those kids running around and grinding on boar kills, the woman could find these materials without so much of having to draw her own sword. That was the way you took advantage of people without them knowing it. If she could manipulate others with that fearsome gaze or even a subtle show of her features, perhaps she could gain a lot more than sheer intimidation. These were of course surface thoughts, a good tool is always used and sharpened. 

ID: 80259
LD: 19 [+1 Material]

     As her eyes moved from the players and their boar target, the woman found a shiny leaf out in the grass. It sparkled as she moved towards it grasping it with her hands and lifting her body up as her hair swayed back over her shoulder, "Sweet. That's one, just need to find four more of these suckers. Shouldn't be too hard at least." She had inventoried the item and set her gaze on the pair of kids once more, followed them as they were killing the boar spawns quite easily, where did they get equipment to let them do that? 

"I agree to some extent, and the Front Lines? You mean those peddlers risking their lives to help beat this world? Don't make me laugh. They'll die to bosses without strategy, nothing good will come of it. I just want to survive, and I must survive at any cost but I have no desire to join those who wish to risk their life to save everyone else. I am not a goddamn hero nor do I wish to be. But if I can be strong enough to survive on my own and accumulate power through fear, then perhaps there will be something else for me to entertain my life while being here. But the so called 'front lines' a measly shamble of newbies trying to fight their way to the top...Not for me." 

The woman placed both hands on the table to grab her hot cup of coffee. She drank from the contents as it warmed her body once more, and her eyes had now looked away from the player in front of her. She had come to a few conclusions about this person and a few assumptions as well which she cared neither for. The important factor among this though was that he had no fear but he didn't seem stupid either. But that was to be seen, anyone can talk the talk but when you are faced with the most imminent of danger, what will your body do? Piss yourself from the fear or will you steel the nerves you have in you and continue on? He seemed like one of those anti-hero boys that wants to make it in the big leagues. Unfortunately there wasn't much of a front lines assembled at the moment, not even the first floor had been cleared, the boss room hasn't even been found yet and right now everyone was still more or less cowering from fear huddled in their rooms. 

Kisodeth wasn't about the hero's life, she didn't care about any of that, her only true intentions right now where she could get strong enough to survive on her own two feet. The so called 'front lines' had never even crossed her mind because it seemed like a bad deal all around. Someone would have to take charge of team formation and that could go for bad leadership, there could be people much like herself who didn't listen to the power hungry fools and would do their own thing and possibly die in the process. No, that was not her problem, and she would not submit herself to such stupidity. If she was gonna do that, she would need to make things clear that she was the only important person there and that she would do everything she needed to do to survive. This was a game of life and death now, and while there was no movement for the time being in searching for bosses this gave her the time to find her power and conquer what she could from this game.

Her brow arched at his question and she shook her head at his comment, "I don't plan on being the Queen of anything. I dominant what I need to dominant, I don't need people ruining my life here. I am miserable enough. I want to be set free and go home, but I am not stupid enough to be lead to my death by fools. When the higher floors become unlocked, that's great on them. But I am going my own way, I'll do as I please and get stronger the way I want to be stronger not how people dictate that I should. If you want to die on the front lines and have a glorified death, you are more than welcome to follow the path of fools. But I am telling you right now, I haven't seen anyone around that has the balls to lead anyone yet. If you wish to join them when it happens, and die due to failure, be my guest." @Cyrus

Their gaze had been locked on by one another. She narrowed her blue eyes to give the male a disdainful look in his general direction as he kept an eye on her for those brief few moments that passed by. But she was rather guilty of looking at him as well, in such their gaze had met each other. She looked away and down at the cup of hot coffee in front of her, then he spoke catching her attention. Dark hair moved from her shoulder to behind as she gave the male another look, "And a few more if you keep those eyes on me any longer," she said with a mild tone. Her eyes moved away from her coffee as she looked him over, he didn't seem threatened by her, but he didn't know her but he made the assumption she might have been a trouble maker by the choice of words he used. 

She shrugged her shoulders, she would play this out and see what happened. Would he be another weak worm, or someone who would actually stand up to her. Taking the half cup of coffee with her, the woman twisted her body out of her seat and moved towards the male and his table. She sat down across from him and crossed her legs over under the table. She gave him a blank stare at first and then a sardonic look, "You got something else to say to me? Perhaps you haven't figured it out because you are new here, but this is kinda MY Inn. Not that I own it, but I own it. Capice?" The woman picked up her coffee and sipped at it again, somehow it retained the heat even after so long, but she was mildly curious about this guy, "Looks like you at least have some balls on you. I don't see you crying for your mommy or contemplating suicide like some other losers around here. People have been bitching and moaning about this place for a week now since the start and I don't see them doing anything to better their lives. So that leads to a few things as far as I can tell from you." 

The woman shifted her leg underneath the table once more, sitting comfortable as she drank from her coffee cup. She had him figured as a few different types, "You probably came to terms rather quickly about your situation and now you are just dealing with it. Perhaps even going so far as taking the easy way out? You'll just sit and relax while the others clear the game? Or maybe, you actually want to do something with your life here? Could you even call this hell a life? I don't honestly care, but I can see you haven't bent over and taking it up the ass as some anal [censored] would when faced with such a dangerous situation. You have a strong will; so the question is...How badly do you wanna survive and how badly do you wanna get out of this game?" She sipped from her coffee cup once again, keep her eyes trained on the individual and his body language. @Cyrus

     When she had opened up the player's guide, she had noticed a few highlighted materials that were worth reading over. There was a set of newbie quests that anyone could take within the game and it seemed like a good idea to get the ball rolling in her general direction. She read the list over and nodded to herself, it seemed like a pretty easy way to get some of those skill points and a nice way to boost her inventory with a few select items as well. With one leg over the other, she continued to drink her coffee and read over the material for these quests to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary about it like any surprise encounters of mobs that she would need to fight and kill. But the first one seemed pretty lax in that department, just being an ordinary fetch quest. Closing her eyes, she gave herself a mental nod and finished her coffee. She had decided she would pay this Alchemist a visit. 

     Getting up from her seat and paying for her meal, the woman took a moment to brace herself for the sunlight outside. Eyes shrinking from the blinding light, the woman took a moment to scan her surroundings and brought her map up to find out her current location and to throw out a tracker icon towards the quest she needed to visit upon. Getting her bearings, the dark beauty moved through the sea of people with a rather disgruntled look. She hated to move like a stream of fish with all these weak ass pedestrians. Most of them were still reeling from the message of Kayaba and that they were stuck in a game. She had come to terms with this, but she knew she would have some trouble along the way. Moving with a haste, the woman pushed her way through the crowded people, "Move asshole." "Out of the god damn way..." words she chose to use to get her point across, issuing the idea she was not someone you wanted to mess with. 

     As she moved towards the general location, not too many players were nearby nor did they care to take upon the quest. She shrugged her shoulders as she moved towards the Alchemist shop only to find a man with a long white beard standing outside the front door. Her eyes narrowed as she moved to him, trigger the events to unfold, "Welcome brave traveler to my little shop! Are you here today for a lesson in alchemy by chance?" Kisodeth rolled her eyes, did she have to play along with this little charade? She understood she was in a game, but come on...

     "Yeah, it's like you could read my mind or something," she said with a mocking tone. The NPC didn't seem impaired by vocal tone and continued with the quest objective, "Sounds dandy! Well, I am actually out of materials at the moment and need to gather some more. Would you do me a favor and go out and get me five materials from the wilds? I would greatly appreciate your help!" The woman gave the man a blank face before accepting the quest with a tap of a button from the console. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, if all the NPCs were gonna be like this, this game would turn out sour and her life here would a be a living hell. Although Hell would probably be a lot better than this place. 

When the door of the inn opened, Kisodeth had already been drinking her black coffee and raising it to her lips. There was a figure, a person, and unfamiliar someone stepping upon her territory already. She sipped her coffee and followed the male with her eyes, keeping tabs on him like a crow as his body moved closer towards the back. In the forefront of her mind, the Mistress of Pain knew if this guy made any sort of contact with her, she would have to set him straight. Coming in here, this was her Inn...people had to know their place in this world rather quickly to condition them. But he had moved in another direction away from her; solid idea on his part not to engage in frivolous conversation with her. Her eyes wandered away from the individual and back on her coffee, once more bringing it up to her lips and drinking the brew. 

The warm liquid settled in her belly as she was now transfixed on her menu, much like the new person who had just come in. From the corner of her eyes she looked curiously at him, that face he gave...It was sort of the same reflected look she had when she noticed her poor stats. Being a level one character had some benefits, you were an unbroken character and your skill points were still available. She had yet to decide her path, but if she wanted to be a solo player she would need weapon for damage and possibly a shield as well for mitigation purposes. She had envisioned herself in some kind of dark, heavy armor and perhaps a straight sword for ease of use. Perhaps not the most powerful from what she had read in the guidebook, but enough choices to offer a plethora of situational strikes that could come handy. However, playing this game solo was going to be dangerous work. It was a double edged sword when it came up to pairing yourself with someone else. You needed to know they could trust you and you them, but right now, there was no one she could trust with her life on the line. Which meant that being by yourself was the safest bet. 

It also made things rather difficult and tedious as well. Solo players tend level slower, but on their own pace and terms while being the more dangerous path. Having a partner along to help alleviate the hate of the mob would be a good idea, but they could always turn and stab you in the back. She was slightly paranoid about that idea...so she would need to keep an eye out for someone who would possibly not lead her on like that. Perhaps some kind of test or a deal she can work out with someone? If it was a symbiotic relationship, then she could power level rather quickly. The question though...was who could fill that gap? She snorted to herself, these low lifes didn't seem or look like survivors. Especially that kid she kicked down the flight of stairs last week. He wasn't going to live very long. No, Kisodeth needed someone with a strong will to survive and brutal player who would not play mind games. Just brutal honesty. Her fingers weaved into one another as her eyes scanned the room, once again they had fallen to the player with the white hair. Odd to have white hair, that platinum blonde thing must be a hit where he lives. @Cyrus

Day 2 

   Her eyes shifted under heavy lids. Dreams came and gone like hours passing away. When she was startled awake, she nearly fell out of her bed as her legs were twisted around the bed sheets. It was warm in her room despite the comforting breeze that came through the window. She moved towards her door and made sure it was locked and secured. A light gnawing on her bottom black coated lip as she moved her finger through the menu and began to undress herself till she was in the very basics of undergarments. It was refreshing to feel that cool breeze trace over the digital flesh of her legs and belly, it was such a great feeling. She had moved towards her bed once more and sat upon the mattress hugging one of the pillows to her chest as she looked out the window. Nearly no one was out in the streets, those who were seemed to still be dealing with the fact they were stuck in a game.

     Kisodeth was still pretty much in shock of it as well but she was taking it far better than some others. She had yet to spare a tear for this inconvenience, but she knew that doing anything like that was not going to make things any better. Besides she was hard as a rock when it came to such emotions. The Mistress of Pain, a cry baby? Unheard of. Heavy blue eyes moved away from the lit up city and her body crashed into the bed once more as her toes and knees curled up closer to her chest as she continued to hug the pillow. Once again she was being summoned to the dreamworld. She was having such weird dreams that night, so many different emotions going through her mind as she slept, mostly those out of anger for even playing this stupid game to begin with. There were half a dozen others that she could have played but the one she chose just so happened to be a death game with a sociopath for a GM. 

     Morning light soon swept through her window as her eyes squinted from the light. She was definitely not a daylight kinda gal, and she violently closed the blinds from the blinding sun trickling in. Groaning, she shifted her body when her barefeet touched the cold ground. She shivered lightly as she stretched and yawn, bring the strap of her tank top back over her shoulder as she stood up on cold floor. A normal morning routine would have her go to the bathroom and take a leak, but there was no sensation of that to follow through with. Yawning again, she tosslled her hair with thin fingers and brought her hands up to her control menu and much like last night and reworked the steps to put her basic gear back on. Unlocking the door, she had stepped forward. The man who had given her grief last night stood there with a sorry expression on his face, "Move..." she said with a violently cold tone. He nodded and moved way out of her way as she took for the stairs. As she walked by, there was a grin on her face, perhaps it was good she showed her dominance to that player and those who were there last night. This way, no one would even dare mess with her. 

     Feeling her belly grumble the woman shifted her hands over the tight skin and grimaced. The grumbling continued and there was clear evidence that in this game one would have hunger pains. She felt weak and tired because of the lack of food. She sat on the stool of the bar and attempted to work out a way for her to get something to eat and drink, she was yearning coffee and a bit of something else, but the urge to have nicotine seemed to ween off from her since playing. Yet, there was still a desire to have her morning coffee with a cigarette. It was an odd feeling to explain. She had ordered black coffee which was pretty cheap for the few hundred col she had been given as a new avatar, she would have to be wise with her spendings though until she could accumulate more somehow. 

     A piping hot cup of black coffee was set in front of her as well as a dish of scrambled eggs and cheese unfortunately there was no Marlboro Blacks presented the same way. She would have to find another method of obtaining such an item in the game because the black coffee would just not be the same without it. But she would not complain too much, the coffee was rich enough and the eggs were half decent. Eventually those hunger pains decreased and she felt more awake than she did earlier. Soon she would need a game plan for the coming hours and how to get stronger. 

Kisodeth had woken up startled as she had nearly done every day the past week. Her mind and thoughts were that of a jumbled mess as soon as she woke up, but then it would slow down to a dullness where she clearly reminded herself she was stuck in a VR environment. There was that expression 'one foot in the grave,' that was constantly on her mind as she found herself in this world. It was logical to presume that everyone here was at least half dead, any wrong move or decision would inherently destroy them. Taking a few deep breaths, the female calmed herself wrapping her body up in the sheets of the cheap inn's bed and then one again fell against the pillow. Her sapphire blue eyes would blink away the drowsiness of her waking state. She could use a bit of coffee and even some breakfast, but with funds rapidly disappearing she would eventually have to go out and earn herself a living. She had groaned as her body moved, legs falling out of the sheets and her barefeet touching the cold floor sending goosebumps up the tank top dressed female. Her lustrous black hair spilling off her shoulder and towards her back as she gave the silken strands a quick shake as it seemed to bounce back into shape, no bad hair days here it seemed for her.

Her hand pressed on the ghostly control panel of her menu as her fingers shifted to her basic equipment. Eyes followed each item with her finger as her body was flecked with light as items were 'dressed' upon her figure till she was fully clothed. She would need to update her armor someday soon as well as her sword, but for now, this mediocre equipment would have to do. Fiddling with the doorknob, the door had begun to creak open and shut behind her with just as much noise. She had been frequenting this establishment since her time in the game, the room was cheap enough and the food although not stellar, was at least edible. With that also came her notoriousness throughout the Inn, everyone who came by to place knew of Kisodeth and her ill temper. Players moved out of the way when she was around after the incident during the first night where she had kicked a guy in the belly down a flight of stairs for hitting on her. Ever since that night, she has had a reputation and that was something she did not mind. People who left her to her own devices were safe from her unholy wrath and by the Gods if anyone should piss her off again; she'll rain down calamity until you are six feet under. 

As she touched down from the final stair of the Inn, the woman looked around. Her dark lips churned into a wicked smile as the players moved away as she moved with a malevolent aura about her. She would take her seat in the back and wait for her morning coffee and cake. That was how it was done every morning since then, and nothing would dare to change that. 

@Cyrus

     When Kisodeth stood up she had realized that being trapped in the game meant some odd and unfamiliar things. How far could she take this digital body without collapsing, and what about the need to use the restroom? She had been playing for a few hours straight, and there was no sensation of having to take a piss, but she understood hunger and there was some fatigue in her eyes. At some point she would need to sleep, but where? This game was becoming more confusing and more chaotic by the moment. She would have to take things in stride until she could get her head around all these things. There was a small rumble in her belly, she was getting hungry as well at a time like this. She cursed to herself as she placed a hand on the wall and the other on her belly. She groaned when she came out of the alley way. Some of the people have dispersed away from the central plaza, others were still cowering like a bunch of rats hiding from the sun. What meaningless fools, it was better to take it face value than bitch, but they were mostly teenagers in this game. 

     It was enough to move through the masses now that it had thinned, her first order of business was finding a place to sleep for the night and figure out how to best level up with her current stats. Right now everyone had to be careful, their lives were now on the line and going down to zero meant immediate death. She snickered at the thought, how the hell did she get dropped in on this? Popularity of a game like this? And this distasteful strike of genius of the creator for plotting them inside this death game, how childish. She had to hand it to the guy though, he had some balls on him for starting this and no doubt eventually the herd would be thinned even more. Cocky players would end up dieing quickly, fools who did not take this seriously would also end up dieing. Others who cowered would find emptiness in this world and who did nothing. And then there were the children. She would feel sorry for them, but that was just her. Survival of the strongest. There was no going back to being weak. 

     That evening sky was fast approaching, Kisodeth had been walking through the city now that it has been more scarce. Smart players were staying in doors for the night, unsure of what tomorrow might bring. She was not going to a scared little girl though, she would find that fear would be a good idea to have though as it would make her strong, but she would not be scared of death she would be more scared of what this kind of life will end up becoming of her in the future. Taking in a deep breath, she found a pretty legit business as an Inn. She opened the door and found an immediate commotion in the lobby as this place seemed to act as a bar and Inn. That was good, she needed a stiff drink. Unless you couldn't get drunk in this game? That would be absolutely horrible, but even a minor buzz would sate her thirst for it. 

     Kisodeth had found herself sitting on a bar stool, an NPC run establishment no less. She dismissed the colorful dialogue and immediately ordered a beer to save herself the time and energy to converse with the shopkeeper. The woman tasted the beverage, it was cold enough and the taste was a remarkable representation of what she drank back at home, now if only she could get her hands on a cigarette. Despite not having a craving for it, there was something about drinking and smoking that satisfied her and unfortunately only part of that satisfaction was coming to be. The other half was greatly becoming disappointment. Eventually she would have to ask for a room though and converse with this digital trash.

     "Hey! You still have rooms available here?" Kisodeth's voice was loud enough to be heard by the NPC. There was a shake of his head and he began to explain there was only one room left on the upper floor. That was good, she went through the dialogue to get the room and then with beer in hand began to walk towards the stairs. Of course the night would throw her another curveball. 

     "Hey~ How's about we go to my room instead, Lady." Her eye twitched, was someone actually messing with her right now? She had no desire to sleep with some pimple faced teenager or anyone for that matter. There was no attraction, there was no desire to [censored] right now...so what would she do in this situation? She turned and smiled, her back placed against the wall as she looked at the boy, "How much col do you have on you?" she asked. The teen shook his head, "I think you'd be the one paying me..." Oh that was rich, she had thought. She took a step down from the stairs, and her free hand palmed the man's face and slammed him into the wall as hard as she could and then belly kicked him down the flight of stairs, "Don't [censored] with me! Any one of you!" she gave a hissing tone and a pointed finger. There was some hushed tones and she was able to go to her room in peace. 

     The door had slammed and she had found comfort on the bed. The window was barely cracked open allowing a pleasant wind to blow through. She had sat down and massaged her temple and drank her beer until it was finished off. She threw the empty container towards the brick wall, watching it shatter to pieces before expelling into oblivion. Her head had found the pillow and she scrunched it towards her body as her eyes rapidly blinked before finding sleep. So this is what it felt like to sleep in this world?

     Week 1

     Day 1

      Sweeping her blade's sword through the flesh of a digital monster had gained her a few experience points but nothing worthwhile. It was good practice to use these boars at level one to understand the game mechanics, and if she died, she could always respawn at the Starting City. Kisodeth, however, would not let that happen to her. She had time to be poached by one of these insignificant mobs and then have to travel out of her way all over again to come to this place and start the process over. It would just be better to continue to push herself and figure out every little nuance the game could throw at her. Raven locks fluttered off her shoulder as she moved in for the kill on the next boar in her line of sight. A feminine warrior's cry lifted from her chest as she took a step and slide the blade through the flesh causing it to once more return to its digital hell. Flicking her blade and smiling with those devious dark lips, the woman sheathed her blade.

     "Sweet. A little more of this and I can eventually level up. What time is it? How long have I stayed logged in for?" Her blue, cold eyes moved to the HUD as she saw the server time and muttered under her breath, "I guess this is a good stopping point for now. I'll just have a quick smoke and beer break and then I'll hop back in. I wanna make level five by the end of night at least." The Mistress of Pain flicked open her menu casually and scrolled for the logout button. The corner of her eye twitched, "What the [censored] is this?" She was sure she was in the right spot to logout but there was nothing showing up. Her eyes rolled, maybe it was because she was not in a safe zone? She could not just logout from here. Disgruntled by the design idea, the woman popped the joints in her knuckles and took a look around. The sun on this floor was setting over the horizon, a swirl of orange and blue mingled together summoning evening sky as it would soon be late and drawing in the darkness. Half lidded eyes looked over to other players hunting in the same area she was in. Noticing a man with vibrant red hair using Martial Arts, and a few other kids with spears close to his side. She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk when a strange feeling crept over her. 

     "Ugh!" A blink of an eye later she was forced teleported back to the plaza of the main settlement, "The hell was that all about?" One by one more and more people were forced into this centralized location. Kisodeth didn't like large crowds of people especially when they were all being forced into the same area. She swore she felt someone's hand rub against her thigh, "Hey! Watch your hand, asshole!" her venomous tongue made sure the people stood several feet away from her as the sky above them darkened and soon a man in red robes appeared floating in the sky, but he was larger than life itself. Introducing himself as the main GM and creator of Sword Art Online, things were becoming awfully suspicious. Kisodeth folded her arms listening to what was being said, when the words had spilled out her heart began to shrink and her eyes became distant and repulsed from the words. She was clearly angry if this was some kind of sick and twisted joke. When asked to look through their inventory for a mirror, she as much as everyone else had looked into the item. Suddenly her avatar changed exposing her true form. The mildly busty ravenette took a step back noticing her real face in the game now as opposed to that stupid cartoon look as the mirror shattered. Kayaba had made mention they were all now stuck in this game of death with no possibility of escape unless they played and beat every single floor. 

     "The [censored]!? What is this?? Who the hell gets off on this kind of [censored]?" Abby was finally getting her life together in the outside world of this game. A steady income, a nice apartment loft, mostly financial freedom and even started having friends. But now all of this, her entire world was being thrown into this shithole where they were now living inside a god damn VR game! This was no way to live! When things faded back to reality for people, there were shouts and panic. Her eyes widened as she looked at people who were screaming in front of her, they were scared, she was scared. People began yelling as to what they were all gonna do. Her brows furrowed and she tore off away from the panicking mass. She didn't need to deal with that [censored], didn't need to deal with those people. Thought began to riddle her mind, how she was just outside of the safezone and she barely had any health points. She could have died...would that have been so bad? She stopped sprinting and collected herself as she slid her back against the wall of a darkened alleyway. 

     "Would it be so bad if I died?" Her eyes looked up at nothing in particular, but her gaze was searching for something of a reason to urge her to live through this. Did she want to go back to that world barely surviving? How could she cope in this world when all her favorite vices were in the other? She wanted to go back, she wanted to live at least to figure out if it was still worth it. But if she was having these thoughts now, maybe it was worth living and going back. BUt until that day, she would have to fight tooth and nail to free herself. She had looked back to the start, all those whining bitches in the plaza not knowing what to do. She had stood up and made a fist, she knew what she needed to do. And she knew what everyone else needed to do. Power level like no one's business. But she wasn't a gamer like some of these other people were, and she didn't have any friends coming into this game. So she was pretty much all alone again. That was fine, it would be better this way. 

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Profile
» Username: Kisodeth
» Real name: Abigail de la Rosa
» Age: 24
» Gender: Female
» Height: 5 feet, 8 inches

About: History/personality

High school dropout, Abigail had only known misfortune in her life. She had a pretty tough childhood which resulted in her in being in juvenile for a good portion of her life. The lack of care her parents portrayed was enough to make her feel like a worthless daughter. With little love for the adolescent or little care of what trouble she got into, her parents were anything but guardians to her. When she had turned eighteen, she moved out but had nowhere to live. She was free to do whatever she wanted, however that freedom had come at a price. Due to her background it was difficult to find any kind of job; she lived day to day in shelters and had been arrested numerous times for many different things. She was borderline alcoholic, a junkie when she needed her fix, and hyper aggressive. She fought tooth and nail against police, going so far as nearly busting a cop in the face which earned her a place in jail for two years.

During her time there, she had learned how to defend herself better and even met a friend or two where she picked up some art skills which she had a natural talent for. Using these tools she learned how to apply her art trade in tattoo art and when she got out of jail she had planned on being a tattoo artist. The years in Prison were mostly tolerant, she did not have a difficult time adjusting but there had been a few ‘mishaps’ which earned her solitary confinement for a few weeks. When her sentence was finished, it was pretty much the same story as when she went in. Drunk, lonely, living off the streets, Abigail was heading down an even darker road. She was able to shack up with a guy who got her introduced into some heavy narcotics, she was a woman without a goal or a dream in her life and her days were slowly slipping by into some grungy [censored]-hole. She had made quite a few more mistakes, getting pregnant at twenty-one and then miscarriage a few months later. Life was bleak until she was arrested again, but this time the officer seemed to have had a change of heart in arresting her. The woman needed help so he talked her into going into rehab and cleaning up her life. The woman didn’t want to spend more time in jail or prison for that matter and agreed to his advice.

The next year was grueling with withdrawals and sickness. Abigail didn’t think she would ever survive it, but each day presented to her was a challenge. After being clean for a year, she was back out on the streets; it didn’t take long for her to back to her wild ways. However, she was able to get a job as a tattoo artist; soon her name became known as the Mistress of Pain at the local parlor. She had many customers who enjoyed her life and death art style and they wore her art proudly. It got her enough money to stay in a small room upstairs of the place she was tattooing at. It was nothing glorious but it was better than a temp shelter or sleeping in a box for the night. Money had been saved on rent and alcohol, although she was no longer doing drugs it was a constant battle for her to not go out and get them. The challenge had continued for the next year after that, having enough money to move into a decent apartment loft and owning a car. Yet, she still didn’t have any goals other than continuing being a crazy woman. She had put out an ad for a roommate online and it didn’t take long for the spot to be filled up. With extra money, the two women got a two bedroom loft and upgraded the facilities of their home. Abigail was mostly a night owl, and her roommate was a waitress at Baby Dolls, they got together on weekends to drink and smoke and threw parties for the hell of it because there really wasn’t anything else to do.

Her roommate was an avid gamer though in both console and computer, the most things Abigail knew was how to get on the internet and that summed up her expertise on that. When her roommate introduced Abby to online gaming, she kind of got hooked on the hole ‘diving’ aspect of it; going into a different world, exploring new things. Although her tastes in games were a little more eccentric, when the word of Sword Art Online was vastly approaching release, Abigail got herself a copy and dove in right away. What she was not expecting was to be trapped in a game where she had to fight to survive. The woman disliked this new world most of all because she was finally getting her act together in the real world. She did not know how to cope in this new one, but she was a fighter and a survivor. And she would make it clear to everyone she was not a Bitch to mess with.

Virtues:

Foreboding: There is clearly something not right when you look at a girl like Abigail. She is tatted in skulls across her body giving her a very intimidating look. She is not someone you wish to bother and likes to keep to herself at all possible. Her dark demeanor keeps her protected, while friends and allies are grand, they may not always be there to help you.

Survivor: Abigail is ruthless and sensible. She will do what she needs to do to protect her life at any and all costs. She dreams of going back to the real world and living her days there because she was finally starting to be ‘happy,’ but she knows in order to survive, you need to play the game and in games high stats and numbers mean everything.

Warrior Spirit: Abigail has the spirit that drives her to win and accomplish her goals. Fighting and killing mobs to upgrade her stats, weapons; whatever is needed to get the job done for a quicker exit out of the game. She relies heavily on herself and will go to the ends of the world to make sure she finishes out the game.

Flaws:
 

Untrustworthy: Kisodeth is not a woman you shake your hands with. She is a plotter and a schemer and is truly maleficent and wicked. She has burned it into her heart that the only person she can trust is herself. She will avoid agreeing with anyone or anything unless she knows she will come out on top and alive. Nothing is better than knowing she will have the advantage in any given situation.

Plays The Game: As it should be, higher numbers yield greater rewards. The stronger she becomes, the easier things in game become. She understands the rule of law; the strong survive and the weak will perish. She will not show weakness, she will not bend to one knee. She alone will play the game as it was meant to be and do what is necessary for surviving.

Deadly Sinner: She can be a heart throb for certain people. For those who like to walk the dangerous line of a woman who has had such a dark life knows that this alt girl can really be a wicked vixen. Sex, envy, greed, sloth…so many sins in the world waiting to be explored.  She might not dress or look like Barbie, she might not be your girl next door, but given the right time and scenario she will rock your [censored] world and she will enjoy all the pleasure of sins in excess.

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Weapon skills:
»Rnk 2 || OHSS || Dmg: +2 || 13 SP

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Roleplays[0/13 SP]
[PP:F1:Cyrus] +1 SP, +200 Col One Foot...
[PP:F1] Katana Skill for Cyrus [+1 SP, +200 Col]
[PP:F1] EaL with Cyrus [+1 SP, +200 Col]
[SP:F1] FFLAF: +3 SP, +400 Col, + Quest Rewards

[PP:F1] EaL Quest: Alchemist [+2 SP, +200 Col, +Quest Rewards, +18 T1 Materials]

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