Lorielle Wrote:Name: Noel Kris
Age: 22
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
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Background: A bit of a shut in, but doing pretty decent work as a computer programmer, Noel was more than happy to just live out of his Mom's house, helping her out and generally being a good son even if she nagged him a bit about getting outside. Especially when it comes to getting a girlfriend too. But for him it'd sorta just get in the way of plinking away at his hobbies, namely modding and emulating games, JRPGs in particular. Though on one particular day this hobby will change his and his mom's lives forever.
STATS
STR 2
TGH 2
AGI 4
TMP 2
SPI 1
HP 6/6
MP 4/4
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Name: Martha Kris
Age:4222
Race: Elf
Class: Healer
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Background: As a single mother, Martha always showered her son with bountiful affection, cherishing him above all else in the world. She would never want to push him away but as he grows older she grows more concerned with his shut in tendencies. She more than happy to let him stay with her, but worries that he's letting his life pass him by and hopes one day he'll find a calling he can be excited by. Something more real than these games he likes to play. Always involving so many different machines wired up to the TV. Just like today, when he's trying out some new way to play one of his favourite games, but the wires keep getting tangled behind the screen. Martha can't make heads or tails of most of this tech stuff, but she knows somethings going to break if she doesn't fix this mess...
STATS
STR: 1
TGH: 1
AGI: 2
TMP: 3
SPI: 4
HP: 2/2
MP: 20/20
Spells
Healing Light
Cost: 2MP
Effect: Restores Target HP by 3 (TMP x Level) Points
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"Just a moment dear and I'll be out of the way. Now... I swear there used to be a red one, a yellow one and a white one..."
Today was a good day, and no amount of being forced to sit and wait while your mother swung her ass in front of your face while bent over the TV was going to take that away from you. Dragon Hearts had been a big reason behind your love for JRPGs in the first place, so finally getting your hands on one of the lost copies of the original Dragon Hearts 3, the version that apparently only made it to public release for a day before being recalled and - if the rumours were true - replaced with an entirely different game, was a BIG deal. The only problem was it was nigh impossible to play this on anything nowadays. Fortunately you had a console old enough that with some adjustments it might actually be able to read the cartridge. Unfortunately, that meant plugging things into the TV, which meant mom insisted on getting involved.
The game seemed to be running, you just couldn't see it yet as your mother fiddled with the cables to get the right stuff plugged in while avoiding whatever technophobic fear she had about plugging everything else out. Though the whirring of the console was getting a lot louder. Maybe it was too old after all...
Traveller, do you hear me?
What was that? Audio from the game? That's right, 'Traveller', that's what they called your character in most of the Dragon Hearts games. A Traveller from another world, come to save this one. This must be the intro narration. If only mom would just let you help more with setting up so you could be able to see the intro as well, rather than her plush, yoga pants clad butt in your face. That whirring was getting quite loud now...
Come to me Traveller... We have been waiting for your arrival for so long that most of us have forgotten...
"Aha!" your mother plugged something into the TV and a bright light flooded out of the screen. At the same time, the console began to spark and shake and you found yourself being enveloped in a tingling sensation.
And then you were falling. You feel for a moment you passed out, but only for a second or two. Yet somehow you completely lost track of where you were. It was like you were tumbling through the clouds, freefalling through rolling mists of grey and black shrouds. You heard a voice cry out... your mother's.
Glancing around, you see her falling not far from you, a look of surprise and panic on her face. Lightning strikes around you, arching through the sky. One bolt, two and then to your horror one strikes your mother. Though strangely she is unharmed... although her clothes are completely vaporised in the process.
Lightning strikes you as well, to much the same effect. Its a painless sensation, but it makes you feel fuzzy all over. Your body starts glowing, brighter and brighter, eventually concealing all your features from view. The same was true of your mother... fortunately enough.
As two balls of light you fell from the maelstrom you were in through what must be the eye of the storm, tumbling down to a village below. An oddly familiar looking village, as you got a fairly clear birds eye view of it. You could almost swear you've seen this place before. Its layout was very familiar. Though tumbling through the sky as you are, its a little too hard to think clearly. You see the ground approaching faster and faster... and then black.
"Hey! Mister. Are you okay." You awake... a faint headache but nothing else the matter. Up above you see the storm disappearing, dark clouds melting away into a clear blue sky. You're lying in a meadow, grass and flowers against your back softening the feel of the ground beneath you. Though even that wouldn't be enough to save you from a fall through the sky. Was it all a dream? But how did you get out here?
The woman above you is stunningly beautiful. She's young with big bright eyes and a... liberated sense of fashion. Her robes looked well embroidered, but left little to the imagination, being very form fitting and filled with enough gaps to show off plenty of her smooth, pale skin. Though as you took in all her features, you can't help but notice her ears. Pointed... like an elf.
"Are you hurt?" she asks, running a hand over your cheek. "Or feeling unwell?" she adds, moving it to check the temperature of your forehead. She knelt over you, her... impressive chest swaying in her robes above you, almost inviting you to ogle and grope them.
