"Of all ways to die... That is the first time I've seen a mortal die so many times in such a short time frame... You must have quite the bad luck little one" A Huge shadow said, rubbing his chin?
The mortal opposite him just simply stood right at him, no face or eyes see get a sign of their emotions. "You can say I was never good at gambling... Guess dying three times in a week isn't normal even for God's." This gave the God a heartily laugh.
"No it isn't. But if I remember correctly, you was never lucky. Losing all your heart-earned money after placing it on Argentina to win the World Cup." Shrugging at their past decisions, the Mortal with no shame just says. "We only live once."
Maybe the god took it heart after hearing the words, he smirked. A shine of light shaped as teeth blazing on the mortal. The mortal couldn't do nothing yet feel a shiver run down their spine.
"Most do, but you... I have decided to give another chance too..." The Mortal expected a but like usual, but it didn't come. As if reading their mind, the god slowly smiled in reassurance. "Your worrying for nothing. Just take this as a gift for being unlucky in your past life."
"So no, In return for your soul kind of stuff. I'm not gonna say no but their must be something in it for you." Shaking his head, the god replied. "It's simply to pass time. Anyway, can I take that as a confirmation?"
"Sure. Not like I got anything else to do. You know. Being dead and all..." The mortal uncaringly said.
Similing further, the god rubbed his hands together. "Good. So where do I begin. Let me give you a brief before we go futhur. You will be reborn in a world where dragons, giants and undead creatures alike walk earth..."
They weren't stupid, just by the gods little detail, the mortal was beginning to frown. There was no way in the 7 hells he was gonna survive such a place.
"From you aura, I'm guessing you have made a conclusion. And you are correct. You will be thrown into the Game of Thrones World."
Okay... Calm down... There has to be some kind of pros here, surely the god won't throw us in the shit hole of white walkers, dragons and twisted plots.
"Don't fuck with me. How am I gonna survive?" He half expected some kind of angry reply from the god but the god same as before, laughed in amusement.
"You really are a one of a kind, to speak to me in such a way! " The booming laughing voice of the god said wiping a crystal away.
Calming down after a couple of second, he took a breath than carried on. "I'll give you 450 CP for raw amount of balls you have. You will need it anyway, especially since the time you are gonna be born in."
Out of impulse, the mortal bluntly asked. "What the fuck is CP?" He decided to keep the subject of his birth away, he didn't want to realizse how fucked he was gonna be.
In a second, suddenly a humungous blue screen appeared in front of them. Multiple things listed off with prices. "You have options. Remember, these will be key for your future in a world where death is everywhere."
On this gigantic list was traits he had seen on one of most favorite game franchise ever. Crusader King. He made this conclusion after seeing Genius and Herculean going for 240 and 180.
On the list:
Genius, Intelligent and Quick: 220CP-170CP-100CP
(Genius - Tyrion. Intelligent - Tywin. Quick - Jon snow.)
Herculean, Robust, Hale: 180CP-120CP-60CP
(Herculean - The Mountain, Duncan The tall. Hale - Jon snow and similar decently strong characters.)
Beautiful, Handsome, Comely: 80CP-40CP-20CP
(Characters such as Jamie lannister and Rhaegar Targaryen being under beautiful and Handsome. Comely being just slightly above average.)
Left handed: 15CP
Ambidextrous: 30CP
Shrewd: 40CP
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The List went on for ages, if you went down long enough you can see other traits like frail and all sorts of negative triats that give more points. But after looking over it, it seemed obvious straight away. Shouting out to you was Herculean, but you could of already guessed depending on your traits also effects in your next time.
As much as you wanted to be 7 foot and full of muscles, there was too many negatives that came with it like being a big target. So you went for Robust, you'd guess just under Bobby B's almighty strength.
Now, Genius wasn't a no brainer. If Genius was similar in effect as CK2 as in your next life than this would mean should be learning things even combat. You'd basically be the next Arthur Dayne or Barristan Selmy but with Almost the strength of Robert and Smarts of Tyrion. Scary.
After picking them, you still had 110CP left. You wasn't going to waste these. As Personality traits weren't a thing weirdly enough, you'd just get Beautiful.
You know why, we all know why. Don't act like it didn't cross your mind at least once.
Finally, Ambidextrous. You picked this obviously because not only would this make your future opponents on the battle easier but you'd be able to multi task. Two for the price of one. Also, you always wished to be able to use both hands exactly the same.
After clicking confirm on the bottom right. Immediately, Taking a step back you glanced now up on a Picture of your Future self. Long Lush sliver-golden hair, Glowing Purple eyes and a face that didn't/did fit your imposing figure. Selecting your gender and sorting out your final details this is what was left with.
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Name: ##### Targaryen
Gender:Male
Race:Human/High Valiryan
Born: ### AC
Affiliation: None
Height: 6'2-6'6 (Pending)
Weight: 190-260IBS (Pending)
Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous (Both)
Intelligence: Genius
Combat Potential: Unrivalled
Character Description:
##### Targaryen, Strong in mind and body, Nothing fazes this individual. Having the potential to be the one of the best, maybe the best fighter in the history of Westeros and Smartest Individuals to be born. There is seemingly no flaws to this individual, perfect as a Targaryen should be. Beautiful, Strong and Smart. The Blood of the Dragon in him is Extremely Strong. Hopefully, being this perfect doesn't come back with some set backs.
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"You finally done? *Yawn* what was you doing anyway?" The god said suddenly snapping you out of your focusing.
You almost forgot they were their. You had to make a couple of... Adjustments... As you call it. Luckily it didn't take long, you think. Now you was ready to get this thing rolling, hopefully from the spoiler of being a targaryen. Although you won't be getting one if you are born after the dance of dragons.
"Are you ready than? I forget to tell you but you will forget who you was in your past life. " The god said.
He just dumped it on you, you couldn't say nothing now, everything's already been done. *sighing* Yeah this was gonna bite you in the but. You gave one nod and then you was lit up in a bright light.