And so she would come to find that she was a child recently born, finding her surroundings to be within a room of purple, blue, and gray shades and her small toddler body within a strangely-wrought crib. The crib's bars were fashioned of great gleaming silvery metal and the bottom was blackened wood like iron with regal velvet upholstery. The child tossed and turned, sweeping an eye across her surroundings. She noticed two skeletal figures in bronze lorica and steel chainmail, wielding a wooden shield and steel spear seemingly standing guard over the room. Looking down at her own hands, she focused and strangely, a status window popped up out of nowhere and the child took her time examining it in full length, as she didn't exactly have anything else to do at the moment within the prison of a Crib. She remembered that in the past she'd somehow gotten out of the crib so this must be their response to that.
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Name: Nikita Dragmir
Race: Elder Vampire (Growth*)
Age: 10 Months
Affiliation: Kingdom of Drakenhof (Royalty)
Level: 1
Experience: 0 / 100
Free Attribute Points: 10
Free Ability Points: 6
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Strength: 12 (24*)
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: N/A
Intelligence: 6
Willpower: 16
Charisma: 10
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Abilities:
Assess [Rank I]
Fencing [Rank I]
Stealth [Rank I]
Necromancy [Rank I]
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Inventory:
Artifact Rapier: Sieglinde (Soul-Bound)
100,000 Platinum Lira`
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Examining the status panel in it's full splendor, the tiny babe remembered something - or rather recalled something. She watched as a black-haired adult woman arrived before a shop of foreign architecture. The child knew somehow, this woman was herself. She watched as the woman walked into the dark, huge room and spoke with a creature she somehow knew to be a Goblin. The goblin spoke about reincarnation - that must mean that Nikita was the reincarnated form of this woman whose name seemed to elude her. As the flashback ended, Nikita raised her hand once again as she focused her eyes. She spent her free attribute points, but left her free ability points alone for now; raising Strength by two points, Dexterity by four points, Intelligence by two points, and finally Charisma by two points. She examined her statistics once more; now holding a Strength of 14, Dexterity of 14, Intelligence of 8, Willpower of 16, and Charisma of 12.
Just as she was finishing the task, she noticed the two skeletal soldiers part ways and in the opening gap appeared a beautiful woman with a voluptuous hourglass figure and assets, long strands of crimson-hued hair formed into a bead down her back. She wore a seamless black bodysuit underneath a finely-made tunic and skirt of grey, At one side, within a scabbard, was a stiletto dagger. Nikita knew this woman as her mother, but the woman's skin was far paler than that of her own memories and the woman's skin was cold to the touch as the woman lifted Nikita from her crib. The woman spoke in a shrilling melody of speech, "Hello my young one! I have some good news, your Uncle's changed his mind about throwing you in the dungeons - instead your father and I convinced him to send you to the prestigious Sylvania Noble Academy at five years old. Until then, your father and I will love you and prepare you."
Not knowing the depth of the words her mother now spoke and the importance of them, of the trials the babe would face in the future just because of her wicked uncle the King and her father's vow never to raise an heir, that she had been cursed before ever born; the child Nikita simply smiled which in turn brought a smile to her mother's face and bubbled with energy. She didn't see her mom smile often, so the child just enjoyed this rare moment. As her mother set her back down inside the crib, Nikita smiled and stretched her hands out to her mother, only for her reach to go un-warranted as her mother turned away and walked back through the hall, The two skeletons, likely her defenders, moved back to close the gap.
Nikita focused back on the status-window at hand, deciding now would be a perfect time to spend three of her six free ability points; she raised Assess, Necromancy, and Fencing to Rank II each, then squinted as she observed one of her guardians, attempting to activate her Assess ability. She saw a small panel much like her own status window appear, though it seemed too far to properly read. Nikita squinted even moreso, until the skeleton was all that she could see through her squinted eye and finally, the skeleton's status window opened for her to read. Nikita theorized this had more to do with her 'level' and/or inexperience and age than with the rank of her ability. Using this ability tuckered her out, so Nikita laid down and slept.
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Name: Radagask
Race: Skeleton (Champion*)
Age: 109 Years
Affiliation: Kingdom of Drakenhof (Soldier)
Level: 10
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Strength: 30
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: N/A
Intelligence: 8
Willpower: 10
Charisma: 6
Abilities:
Swordsmanship [Rank III]
Awareness [Rank IV]
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Inventory:
Steel Gladius +1
Steel Chainmail
Bronze Breastplate
Bronze Helm
5 Silver Lira`
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