Name:
Took me a bit of time to accept this whole cheating death thing, but I suppose whatever my name was previously doesn't really matter right now. New life, so I guess I need a new name to go with it, right? Since I've been hopping from one poor choice to another, let's keep the ball rolling. I think I'll be going with PUCKERSON MCPUFFERSTON. Yeah, sounds about right.
Theme:
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Gender:
Despite the effeminate features that this fucking body shows off, I'm a hundred percent MALE. To those hopeful creeps out there, don't get any ideas; I don't swing that way
Species:
Its partially my fault for not taking this thing seriously; but could you blame me? Was I suppose to just believe that this was apparently my new reality? I've been in a bunch of awkward situations, but nothing like this. Anyway, as sad as it is to say this out loud, but I don't really have a choice. Unfortunately, I'm a fucking PIXIE
Appearance:
What I look like? Okay, this is gonna be so much fun; where do I begin? - For starters, I'm around A FOOT TALL. Yes, no mistake there; twelve fucking inches. Thank you, Demon King.
- I look more female, than male. Why do I think that? Well, it could probably be my gorgeous ASHEN GREY HAIR, LARGE MAGENTA-HUED EYES, FAIR SKIN, and SLENDER PHYSIQUE. Sorry for hogging all the good stuff.
- To top it all off, I've got these to-die-for pair of GOSSAMER WINGS; they're apparently translucent and give off a pinkish shimmer when exposed to sunlight. I don't wanna toot my own horn, but I think I just won the reincarnation lottery.
Goals:
Once you hear on what my life used to be like, you'd understand why I've decided to stay in this world. No real reason to go back, you know? Relationship with the family is kinda iffy and no one or nothing to come back to; life back home is sort of empty.
So yeah. For now, my priorities are finding out and exploring this place a bit more. Oh, also to learn how, and hopefully have what it takes, to actually survive. Can't really go on an adventure if you're dead.
Past Life:
Before this whole thing, what was I like? Well, I was on my own in my mid-twenties, but pretty well off due to my parents being so successful; the monthly checks they send were always appreciated. After graduating, I never really pursued getting my license as a physical therapist; so that's five years of my life that's been wasted. Honestly though, I'm in no position to complain either. Ever since university ended, the last few years have been nothing but monotonous and repetitive.
To give you a better picture, I'll walk you through what a typical day is like for me. I usually wake up before sunrise and have at least two cups of brewed coffee before doing some calisthenics and light weight training. I then turn to my computer and play a few games of Overwatch and Fortnite; in between meals, Netflix, Manga, Light Novels, and just spending time on the internet or on my phone, this usually makes up most of my day; it gets a bit boring at times and kinda sad if you think about it. The outliers are when I decide to hit the gym (I work as a personal trainer), head to the field (Ultimate is my sport of choice), when I need to meet up with my family (rarely happens), or when I go to the grocery (happens quiet often). As you can see, my life was, for lack of a better word, mundane. How'd it end? Uhm, I'm pretty sure I got stabbed. The first few were from the back, then the rest were through my chest; I lost count. I didn't really get a good look at the guy, so who that person was and why they did are definitely still unclear. The last moments that I could still recall were just of me lying in a pool of my own blood; lifeless, pale, and breathing shallowly for what seemed to be days. Not sure how long it actually took me to die, but I guess there's no point in dwelling too much on that, right? Just thinking about it makes my entire body shudder. Anyway, that's it. Your thoughts? Sorry if you were expecting something more poetic.
Abilities:
- MINOR HEAL I
- LESSER FLIGHT I
- SHIELD I
Transformations:
PIXIE (I hope this isn't my final form.)
Inventory:
None