Stats
Level: 3
Health: 600
Strength: 6
Agility: 10
Col: 5000

One-handed Curved Blade
One-handed Rapiers
Katana (to be unlocked)

Battle Healing
Parry

Tracking
Hiding
Acrobatics
Sprint
Cooking

Basic Rapier
Basic Curved Blade
Copper armor plate
Clothes - Dark Cloak, Dark Red Leather Tunic, Leather Pants, Knee High Boots
Small Leather Pouch
1x Teleport Crystal
5x Potion

Akira was born in central Tokyo to an incredibly wealthy family. His father, owner of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in Asia, met his mother at a private dinner function following a performance by the world-renowned Kirov Bellet company; she being one of their star dancers. They raised their son in typical upper-class fashion, or rather paid a series of maids, nannies, and tutors to raise him as they were often far too busy with their own lives to care for him. Still, he grew up perfectly in their eyes and quickly established himself as a boy who could succeed at anything he put his mind to. All through his schooling he achieved top marks in his classes, was always voted class president, and even played as a starting pitcher on his prestigious private school’s baseball team; he was smart, handsome, and popular. Success just came naturally to Akira and most often with little effort on his part, much to the chagrin of many other students.

Unsurprisingly, Akira was accepted to Tokyo University and to with several dozen other schools around the world, some of which he didn’t even apply to. His parents threw a large banquet in honor of the occasion and invited famous actors and dancers and businessmen from all around the world. They were all strangers to Akira and though he smiled and shook hands and thanked those who congratulated him inside he felt nothing but emptiness, a void growing with each passing year. The boy knew he was being paraded like a prized pig, no better than the shiny piece of expensive jewelry proudly displayed over the tuxes and dresses of all in attendance. Within a week he moved out of the penthouse apartment his parents hardly ever stayed in and soon found himself in a similar, albeit smaller, penthouse on the other side of the city. It was prepaid and pre-furnished in a tactful modern style that left Akira feeling cold despite the warm springtime weather. He was soon attending his classes, biology and business classes suited for the heir to his father’s company, but it wasn’t long before the days began to blur together into monotonous routine. It came on rather suddenly, the realization that he was nothing more than a prisoner in a world of his parent’s creation: a world devoid of joy and color from which he could not escape. He doesn’t remember where he first saw the advertisement; was it on TV, or maybe a billboard?; but something about the image of a fortress floating in the sky stuck in his mind. Akira had never played a video game in his life, he’d hadn’t had the time and his parents would have never allowed it even if he had, which was perhaps the driving reason behind his sudden need to acquire it. He made a few phone calls; with his father’s connections it wasn’t difficult to secure a Nerve Gear or even a copy of the program despite its limited release; and on November 2nd he found himself lying on his bed staring up at the white-washed ceiling through the visor lens.

“Link... start.”

Welcome to Sword Art Online...

Stats
Level: 3
Health: 550
Strength: 8
Agility: 12