Gotta get to bed sadly, will definitely try to finish this soon! [hider=WIP Cleric] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/e0/0b/36e00b25521727bfa20fe11e4626bc7c.jpg[/img] Username: Dramar IRL Name: Luke Kernal Age: 20 Sex: Male Theme: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYIAfiVGluk[/url] Background: Optional. Writing Sample: “Shit shit shit! Work God Damnit!" Dramar shouted as he desperately clicked the logout button, but to no avail. Ever since this 'Dark Lord' guy had spoken he had been in a frenzied panic, trying to figure out if there was a way to get out of the game and back into the real world. There wasn't really any alternatives to logging out besides clicking the damn button, and he couldn't even do that. Sure he enjoyed video games, and loved the new VVMMORPG shit that constantly kept coming out, so he just had to try Aether Online. The hype was unreal and he had fallen for it like everyone else now stuck in the game. "Just breath man. Just breath." He spoke aloud to himself amidst a forest outside of Sanctuary. "Just... gotta take it slow, that's all." Dramar started to calm down and think. If there was no logging out, then he was stuck in here. That was painfully obvious but at the same time, at least he wouldn't be alone. There was many, many people on when it happened, he was sure of it. Perhaps someone else had figured out? 'It's just a joke' they'd say and then all hold hands and logout together. "Ah fuck, who am I kidding?" he groaned before plopping down on his back in the grass out of desperation. He looked up at the trees, knowing they were fake but boy did they look real. Actually, everything looked real and he had his senses which was pretty awesome for a game. But it wasn't the real thing, now was it? All he wanted to do was kill monsters, level up and get sweet, precious loot. The rarer, the better, as Dramar just loved to show off all the wickedly neat items he could gather. If his avatar looked badass, then he was content and happily showed off to all the noobs. Now that he was stuck here, it was like a whole new game. On the other ones he could respawn if he died a boss or stupid puzzle but here, he wasn't so sure about what would happen if death claimed him. Something told him he didn't want to find out. He sighed, sat up and stroke his chin. If he was stuck here, then he needed to become powerful in order to survive. And if death was actually a thing, he wanted to be the farthest away from it as he could. Luckily, there was a class that meant he could do just that, the Cleric. Dramar smiled slightly, he liked this idea a lot. If he became a cleric, not only could he heal himself and prolong his life, but it also meant he would have to heal others. He imagined the line of devout players, coming to him for all their needs, and especially the females. He sprang up, grabbed his steel sword and with a new purpose for this new life of his, he began his quest. When he was almost out of the forest he stopped dead in his tracks, he had forgotten something vitally important to his own survival and slapped himself on the forehead. "Mom's going to kill me." Class: Novice Level: 9 Stats: HP - Calculated after acceptance. MP - Calculated after acceptance. Skills/Spells: You gain a number of skills/spells as you progress through the game. You can start with three [3], but should have to be approved first. Inventory: Steel Sword Traveler’s Tunic Health Potion [10] Storage: 150 gemstones [/hider]