Chapter 168 - My OC Stash #68 - Gaia's little helper by Pef (The Gamer)

-An OC Gamer story that reads like a SI~ It's quite fast paced and it's luckily an OP MC, for the abyss of course. Check it out!

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Music can be dangerous.

Pef was strolling back home, happily humming his preferred song, called "Twilight of the Thunder God", his left hand keeping pace with the rapid drumming. Luckily the side walk was rather empty, so public opprobrium was at a minimum today.

His headphones were also blaring the Sabaton version of the song at maximum volume, and thus he never heard the yell warnings, and the tell-tale sounds of an object reaching terminal velocity while scraping the side of the building.

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*You have slept in a hospital bed. HP and MP restored.

*You have been hit by a falling piano. You gain the perk: Mozart.

*Regeneration tree unlocked. Regeneration has reached level 4.

*Gamer's Mind prevents you from experiencing panic and anxiety. Gamer's Mind has reached lvl 2.

"Mozart ?!?" Pef muttered in disbelief.

The window screen shifted to print the new information.

*The perk Mozart grants those lucky enough to trigger it the following boons: Luck increases by 1. Charisma increases by 9. All seduction rolls gain +10 percent bonus while playing a piano, and 10 seconds after.

*Piano playing skill has reached level 9. Music theory has reached lvl 2.

'Hmmm. A VR interface. Skills and stats like in a game. But all games have a win condition...' Pef thought in silence, while glancing around the hospital room. High class hospital, going by the luxurious apparatus and furniture.

"Location?" he asked in a whisper.

*The Gamer has been relocated to Saint George Reconstructive Hospital-4th floor, Valletta, Malta.

*The Gamer has received a new quest: SERE.

Primary objective: Escape the facility and the island.

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Rewards: Allies, Money, Skills, Enemies.

Do you choose to: - Accept quest.

- Die right now.

- Die under constant torture, 900 days from now.

- Humanity ends. Game over.

Pef read the quest in disbelief.

Who in the right mind wrote those choices?

Why was he in Malta?

Who were these enemies?

Still, in less than a second his mind focused back on the task. A flick of his finger and the quest was accepted.

"Bond. Pef Bond." he muttered softly while he searched the room for clothes or weapons.

Sadly, there were no clothes anywhere. With a sigh, Pef begun dismantling the bed covers for a makeshift Roman toga. Malta was a former Roman Province, right? And when in Rome, do as Romans do.

A few minutes later, he gently tapped the room's door. A sturdy steel door and locked.

Perhaps escaping this torture facility wasn't that easy, after all.

He drew the thick velvet curtains. Armored glass window, with no joints or handle for opening.

A prison room then, and rather well-made.

He glanced up, searching for a convenient air vent. Only an air conditioning machine.

Escape seemed a bit more impossible now. He looked around the room, now a dozen times more careful. Dying under torture wasn't a pleasant prospect.

*Ding! You have unlocked Observe!

*You have found a medical electrode. You have found a medical suction cup. You have found a magnetized iron needle. Attempt to combine into an electromagnetic lockpick? Yes/Later

Pef piled the loot on the bed, and sighed a bit at the too obvious clue. It seemed the only way out was with this lockpick.

With the new Observe skill, every object in the room gained a tiny explanation window, telling him the name of the object. This was promising. If the skill could be leveled up, to gain more information, perhaps even about people...

*Ding. You have flexed your brain muscles and increased your common sense. Mind gains +1 attribute.

An eyebrow rose at the news. Flexing muscles...this game was actually trying to give him clues?

He dropped to the floor and began pumping push-ups.

40 push-ups! He should have been sweating by now. 45, 50, 60! Not even tired.

Pef kept going. 100, 150, 200. Almost no strain, even after breaking all his personal bests.

300, 400, 500. Still nothing!

What was the highest recorded number of push-ups? 6000 or so? He had a goal in mind now.

Pef sped up, flexing those muscles. 4000, 5000, 6000!

*Gamer's Body has prevented muscle fatigue. Gamer's Body has reached level 2.

*Ding. You have consumed all available Stamina. Strength gains +1 attribute. Constitution gains +1 attribute.

Stretching gently, Pef rose up and slowly rotated his shoulders. 6000 push-ups and he only felt tired. That Gamer Body was certainly a cheat.

Pef didn't need a menu to explain what a Gamer's Body was. He had played thousands of hours, of many games.

But a game over here was not the same, the stakes were too high.

Also, the stats and skills could be grown by repetition and exercise. That tingled a gamer streak in his mind, urging him to grind and exploit, and become a mountain shattering god.

"Perhaps later. Right now, SERE. Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. The first goal is always to survive. Escape is only the last part. Let's make sure I do survive." he muttered inward, while appraising and discarding dozens of objects in the room.

He ultimately decided on a small table bolted to the floor. With brusque pushes, he began shaking the table leg. The metal bolts groaned in pain. Pef kept flexing the metal joints a thousand times, until metal fatigue and heat sheared the bolts, clean off the floor.

*You have crafted an Improvised steel mace(Common quality). Useful to bash cultists over the head.

*Agility has gain + 1 Attribute due to first time crafting. Next time, use the forge Pef!

Pef smiled at the familiar description. Crafting seemed a great skill to get.

He returned to the hospital bed and began assembling an electromagnet from various medical machines.

About an hour later he heard the familiar Ding!

*Crafting successful! You have crafted a Primitive electromagnetic lockpick(Uncommon quality). Still no forge?

Pef sighed in annoyance. The snarking interface wasn't as funny as it thought it was.

Well. It was a bit funny, just not when under pressure of getting caught and tortured to death.

He placed the steel table leg next to the door and plugged in the lockpick. A steady hum of electronics was heard as the device began to charge.

Pef placed the suction cup on the metal door, and waited. A minute later, the hum reached a high pitch, and the suction cup began flaring with magnetic pulses.

The door's lock started rattling on the inside. Then, Pef slid the machine back, along the door. The door's lock clicked open as the magnet dragged the mechanism backwards.

With a cautious glance, Pef peered into the corridor. A dozen similar metal doors lined the hallway.

'Allies. Or maybe enemies. Can't be certain anyone I rescue will not stab me in the back...' Pef thought while thinking at his quest.

Voices and footsteps could be heard down the corridor. A young female and several men.

"Subject 4078 has been delivered into the custody, room 478. Standard lead and cold iron manacles will suffice as containment. These Chinese mystics are too easy." the man said in a derisive voice, then a metal door slammed closed.

Another voice commented in sad tone. "Poor girl. They'll drain her dry of mana, then use her blood for another ritual."

His interlocutor hummed in response. " She's lucky. If she got to the breeding pens, we could have known her a lot better."

"Oh yes. Too bad her traits do no pass onto children..." the first voice said in a sad tone, as he walked away.

Pef clenched his fist, and drew a deep breath. Somehow survival wasn't the first objective anymore.

Chapter 2

N.a.k.e.d feet slapping on the cold tiles, Pef sprinted towards the men he had just heard.

With each step his speed increased as his hand gripped the metal mace with white-clenched fingers.

A tight curve forced him to run on the side of the corridor for a second, before landing back. A group of three men came into view, one of them already drawing out a weapon.

Pef jumped and kicked, catching one man into the back of his neck. A crunchy sound followed.

*First kill, using a Yoko Tobi Geri foot strike.

*Martial arts gains 1 level.

Pef ducked low, as a black pistol was pointed at his face, and struck with his metal mace.

Blinding pain followed an explosion of noise. His target was down, hands covering the crushed knee. Pef followed up, bashing the cultist in the head.

His head snapped back, as another bullet hit his forehead. Pef dove back, and threw his mace like a spear at the shooter.

*Damage mitigation has been acquired.

A muffled cry let him know he had caused some damage.

A few more gunshots followed, and everything went dark.

*Regeneration has reached level 5. You have stopped leaking grey matter.

*You have been shot in the head 7 times, in less than 7 minutes. Do to being lucky enough to trigger it, you have gained the perk Headshot: You gain 7 Kharma. Your headshots with any weapon have 10 percent chance more for a critical strike.

Pef read the new messages with the beginning of a headache. He looked around, taking note of his victims, lying dead around him. The last guy was still leaking guts and undigested food through the empty pipe embedded in his belly.

Then he patted his head, plucking out the few bullets stuck into his skull.

He had so many questions, but it wasn't yet the time to ask them.

Dragging the bodies after him, he reached the room marked 478. One guard had a metal ring with many plastic keycards on it.

Pef just waved the ring over the door's scanner till one key fit and the door clicked open.

He dragged the bodies inside, and smiled a bit shyly at the asian woman handcuffed to the bed.

"Nice place you have here." he said politely.

The woman grinned sagely and muttered something sounding like 'Ni hao'.

*You have learned Chinese. You don't need to focus your attention to speak it.

'Huh, that's really convenient game' Pef whispered to himself.

"I am Pef, your neighbor from across the hall. Wanna join forces and murder a few cultists with me?" he asked in a pleasant tone.

"Ah, I thought you were a barbarian...but that must have been all that blood and brains you wear." the chinese woman replied, possibly sarcastically.

Pef measured her n.a.k.e.d body with a frown. Her crouched stance implied internal injuries. Observe!

*Miya Chen Sung, age 19.

Ectomancer lvl 4, Spiritist lvl 1, Martial artist lvl 1

Status: 2 broken ribs, thirsty, in pain.

HIs eyes darted back to the dead men he had dragged into the room, and he began stripping them of uniforms and weapons, then other personal belongings.

A flagon of ibuprofen and a can of Red bull stood out.

"Here, painkillers and an energizant drink." he offered with a warm tone.

A shaky hand took the flagon and strained to open it. Pef grit his teeth.

If she was too weak to even medicate herself...he might have to leave her behind.

With a sigh, he opened the can and helped her drink some juice, then swallow a few painkillers.

Then he focused on the metallic wrist manacles.

*Standard Abyss restraints. Their main purpose is to block Magic and make magicians easy to subdue as weak humans.

Problem was, there were no keyholes or joints. The whole thing was one piece of metal.

"How do you take them off?" he asked a bit confused.

"You speak the magic password." the injured woman replied with a sad voice.

Pef sighed and nodded sagely. Of course his first quest wouldn't be that easy.

Not even a tutorial level or an acclimation period. Directly into magic puzzles and end of the world quests.

*Observe has leveled up! Observe has reached level 2.

*The password for this particular pair of restraints is Fus Ro Dah.

"Fus Ro Dah?" Pef said with incredulity. The manacles split apart and fell to the floor.

The woman flared with a blue gaseous light for a second, before measuring Pef with confused eyes. A pair of ectoplasmic hands flew out from her armpits and picked out a few clothing items from the floor.

"Great idea. We should get dressed..." Pef muttered a bit unhappy. The woman was rather nice to look at.

He drew on a pair of black pants with only a few blood stains on them.

Then he began arming himself with looted firearms and a taser.

"Pistol? You don't need guns, Mister Pef. Not while I'm here." the woman said confidently.

He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, then towards the open manacles.

The woman grimaced visibly, then flared into blue light again. "My magic is back now. Name is Chen."

Pef measured her again, using his Observe skill.

The ribs were only cracked now. A few more blue flares and she would be completely healed.

"Take it easy Miss Chen. You're not fully healed." he said gently while practicing with the new weapons, loading and unloading the magazine, flicking the safety and so on. Sadly, no skill for using firearms appeared.

"So, you have Mystic eyes?" she asked with a curious stare at his face.

"Yes, some kind of special eyes" Pef answered with a shrug. Or something like that anyway.

She measured him from head to toe, in an appraising manner. "You can have a harem, of beautiful women from any sect you want. Mystic eyes are passed onto children." the woman said with a wistful voice.

"That's...not a bad idea, in fact. Sounds really pleasant." He admitted with a smile.

Chen smiled awkwardly. "Stupid man." she muttered as she finished dressing herself. Another blue flare and she began poking her sides without winching.

Pef opened the door and peered out. The hallway was still empty.

He ran towards the next door and began testing keycards. A minute later, the metal door opened and Pef peeked into the room.

The bed held a desiccated woman, while tubes stuck into her veins led to a few glass containers.

He moved towards the next room, where he found a similar sight.

Another room, then another. Only dead people, sucked dry of blood.

At the end of the corridor, Pef stopped to observe the city through another armored window. Old medieval houses and forts, now serving as tourist attractions instead of critical defense structures.

The EU flag flew above some taller buildings.

The harbor extended all around, full of thousands of small boats and yachts. Leaving the island wouldn't be much of problem.

Chen patted his arm. "We are in Europe?" she asked a bit amazed. Medieval European towns were kinda easy to recognize though.

"Malta. Near Italy." Pef explained curtly.

"Saint John Templars! We have to run." she exclaimed in a fit of panic.

"Go then. I'm not leaving yet. More people to kill and others to liberate." he replied with a sterner voice, while patting his holster.

"Your gun won't be of any use! They have magic barriers. And water elementals." Chen said with a shudder.

Pef punched the window in reply. The armored glass cracked a bit. Then alarms blared with loud sirens.

He sped up, running towards the stair well. The keyring opened the metal door of the stairs too.

Chen arrived at his shoulder. "They'll have many guards near the entrance." she advised him.

Pef nodded and ran up the stairs, and opened the roof's armored door.

As Chen ran onto the roof, he close the door and kicked off the handle, snapping it at the hilt. That should slow down pursuit.

Pef looked down, over the hospital's roof edge. He could jump and survive the fall, especially if he hit a house roof, but the woman couldn't.

"Here!" she yelled from another corner of the roof.

Pef ran towards her and looked down. Some 20 meters away from the base of the hospital, there was a water channel with a few small boats.

"Don't leave directly from Valletta. Swim to another port first." Pef whispered to her as he spun Chen around, then threw her over the edge. A small splash announced her escape.

Pef ran towards the opposite edge and jumped off, just as the steel door of the roof bulged and exploded under a torrent of water. Pef flipped around to look back. A mage dressed in a long duster with golden crosses stared after him.

He drew a pistol and fired 8 shots at the mage, only to see the bullets stop in midair, held by water drops.

Two guards near the entrance glanced up at the flying man. Pef shot them in the face, before crashing into a wooden roof below.

*Firearms skill acquired. Firearms has reached level 2.

*Acrobatics has reached level 2.

*Athletics has reached level 2.

*Jumping has reached level 2.

*Landing skill has been acquired.

*Damage mitigation has reached level 2.

*Regeneration has reached level 6.

*You have Adapted to Pain. Adaptation level 1.

* SERE quest update:

*The Gamer has escaped the Saint George hospital. Reward: 10 000 exp.

*The Gamer gains 5 levels. The Gamer has reached level 6.

*The Gamer has allied with Chen Sung. She will reward you herself.

*Relationsh.i.p.s mode open. Chen Sung sees you as a charming hero. +34 points (Honored).

*You have killed 5 Templar guards. Status with all Templar Orders set as Enemy. -55 points (Hated).

Pef waved off the window screen and ran off, still plucking out bits of wood and tile from his side.

A minute later, he dove into the nearest canal.

Chapter 3

*Swimming has reached lvl 5.

*Adapted to cold water. Adapted to lack of air. Adaptation has reached lvl 2.

Pef drew a deep breath and dove under water again.

So far, the quest to evade recapture by these Templar cultists was going great. Also, his efforts at staying mostly under water forced him to adapt and thus benefit even more.

The sun was about to set soon. He could start crossing the island during night, and head towards a distant village, outside the Templar surveillance. It was certain they would keep the capital under watch, and perhaps all the bigger towns.

But they couldn't watch every single village and boat.

Or so Pef hoped. In truth, these Templar guys were here in Malta for 500 years. Time enough to build contacts and spy networks in every village.

He drew under a wooden boat and placed his ear on the hull.

"The Grand Master has ordered everyone on the lookout for a blonde guy and some asian girl. If you see them, call the Knights or the Hunters..." the voices spoke in a distant tone.

"... We'll not get involved in another Hunt, husband. Remember those burned boats two years ago?" a woman voice berated someone.

"But, the Master..."

Pef dove away, and climbed onto the rocky shore just as the dark covered the sky.

He began running, his new body making all effort seem simple and graceful. One hour later, he arrived at the other side of the island, and took in the sight of Mediterranean under moonlight.

A flutter of fabric in the sea breeze, drew his attention towards a huge tent.

He began walking when a cold sensation enveloped him.

*You have entered an Instant Dungeon. This Dungeon is called Megalithic Mnajdra.

*You have learned ID create. Empty Dungeons cost 100 MP to create. Cannot Create when in combat.

*You have learned ID dispel. Dispelling Dungeons cost 100 MP. Cannot Dispel when in combat.

Pef looked up, where the moon had changed and looked blood-red and twice as close.

A m.o.a.n alerted him of a closing enemy.

Then a shambling zombie, still wearing a bronze helmet and b.r.e.a.s.tplate began heading towards him.

"Observe!" Pef muttered.

*Ġgantija zombie

-Level 5.

- Status: slow, poisoned, infectious.

"ID Dispel!" Pef yelled with some worry.

*Your MP is not sufficient. Command failed.

"What? Why not?" he asked while shooting the zombie in the head.

*Magic attribute too low.

*Zombie killed. 15 Exp. Drop: 1 lesser soul fragment.

Pef drew back a little, while keeping a wary eye for more zombies. He didn't have unlimited ammo.

"Tell me about all the attributes" he asked his game.

"Attributes are how the Gamer interacts with the world:

Strength: - Muscle lifting or pulling power. Also, punching power.

- Endurance : how many repetitions, or days the body can go on without rest.

- Resilience : so your bones and tendons or skin do not break when you flex those muscles. Also, punching through concrete is less fun if you pulverize your hand.

Constitution - how your body reacts to stressors.

Regeneration - natural healing, regrowing limbs, eyes or even your brain.

Immunities - pain, microbes, toxins and poisons, radiation.

Adaptations - to lack of: heat, air, water, sleep, food, company.

Damage mitigation ability(telekinetic field)

Agility - movement speed. Also, attack speed.

- Dexterity : learned movements that become automatic. Acrobatics, sword skills, blacksmithing etc.

- Reflexes: moving too fast won't make you crash into trees or buildings. Dodging too.

- Perception : see fast moving objects, or farther away, infrared etc. Also, danger senses.

Magic - magic strength. Also, spell power.

- mana reserves.

- mana control and shaping speed.

- Magic Intellect : how fast you can learn/create new magic

- Affinities and magic trees. (Fire, Ice, Holy etc)

Mind - wisdom and common sense

- memory and recall

- thinking speed and deduction/inference.

- willpower and mind resist.

Charisma - social presence, how you interact with people.

- charm abilities. (pheromones, also body shape and beauty)

- leadership and management.

- diplomacy and negotiation.

- Fame, influence, respect, fear, intimidation.

Kharma - includes your luck. Also, critical hits and better drops

- fated encounters or events.

- ancient artifact bound to you (can also be spirit, old cultivator, imprisoned dragon)

- prophecy or warning dreams

- a god's blessing or quest

- reincarnation, resurrection, planewalker or other outside help.

Pef read through the attribute descriptions at speed. They made more sense than using Intelligence for magic, and then having super genius magi obliterate the planet at their whim.

"Can I see my own status?" he asked with some trepidation.

*Pef the Gamer

Level 6, HP 140, MP 10

Attributes:15

Str: 11

Con: 11

Agi: 11

Magic: 1

Mind: 15

Charisma: 11

Kharma: 9

Pef read his status with concern. "You mean to say my Luck was 1 before I got this new gig?"

*Indeed. If a million pianos fell from the sky one day, at least a thousand would have hit you. And one did." a soft woman's voice replied instead.

"And getting shot in the head?" Pef asked a bit amused.

"Same. You brought a metal table leg to a gunfight. What did you expect would happen?" the woman said with a giggle.

"Right. And stumbling into an ancient dungeon that I have no means to escape from?" Pef asked rhetorically.

*Attribute points not distributed: 15

*The Gamer receives 3 attribute points per lvl up.

*The Gamer has received the Blessing of a Goddess. Seduction rolls gain +10 percent chances.

*Kharma gains +1 attribute.

Pef rolled his eyes at the blatant display of favoritism.

"Send 10 points to Magic and 5 to Agility." he spoke out loud.

*Magic attribute increased by +10

*Agility attribute increased by +5

"Okay, you can leave now. But I advise you to stay. You'll need to loot that drops here." the Goddess spoke with a breathy voice.

"I will need bullets. Tonnes of bullets." Pef whispered to himself.

A Dacian two-handed falx fell from the sky and embedded itself into the ground, next to his leg. Pef poked the weapon curious.

*The Gamer has acquired a rare weapon. Bloody Dacian Falx (Rare quality). Special attribute: Repairs itself with the blood of your enemies. Durability 90/100

With a grin on his face, Pef grabbed the polearm and ran ahead, demolishing bronze age zombies with ease.

"Set your Inventory to auto-loot." the goddess advised him as he spun among zombies, cutting three at once.

"Auto-loot" Pef said, while bashing a zombie's head with the iron pommel on the other end.

*Loot set to auto.

*The Gamer has learned Polearm skill.

*Martial arts has reached level 3.

Hours passed, while Pef haunted the old dungeon, hunting zombies and collecting soul fragments.

Without getting tired, the fighting was actually pleasant, not to mention raising his skills.

Alas, it was not meant to last.

*You have killed 1000 zombies. You gained Gravedigger perk: +1 Constitution. Adapted to zombie virus.

*The zombies are not happy at being crushed. The name Ġgantija, means 'Giants' tower. And you'll now find out why.

To Pef's surprise, the remaining zombies in the field began coalescing into a pulsating mass of organs and limbs.

With m.o.a.ns and squelching sounds, the dead biomass rose, like a towering super zombie, at least 50 meters tall.

Pef sped up, and slashed at the giant zombie's leg. There was a cut, but much shallower than expected.

Then the giant stomped, and Pef had to flee or be crushed between two slabs of rock.

He threw a look behind him, and dodged a huge rock thrown much too far.

"Observe!" he yell, while diving in for another run.

*Observe has reached level 3.

*Zombie Giant

Level 50. 25000 HP, 0MP.

Status: slow, diseased, angry.

Pef began strafing and slashing at a leg, trying to create a deep enough cut to hobble the giant. But as fast as he was with the polearm, the Giant was also regenerating.

Then a mighty hand descended and slapped Pef away, sending him flying into the distance.

-100 HP

*Damage mitigation has reached level 3.

*Regeneration has reached level 7.

Pef glanced at his own status with a frown. A single hit almost killed him.

*Danger sense acquired.

With a snort, Pef returned to the fight, this time more careful. Two falx slashes, then change location, three more hits, dodge again.

Slowly, the hits began piling up, overwhelming the zombie regeneration.

An hour later, the leg fell off and the giant had to kneel in order to keep fighting.

Pef switched targets to the other leg, and after a long fight managed to chop it off as well.

The giant zombie fell on his chin, arms slashing left and right in desperation.

Pef shrugged, running away and coming from behind.

A few jumps placed him on the giants back. He started slashing at a shoulder.

A few hours later, the zombie lay dismembered under his feet.

"Can I store the falx in inventory?" Pef asked curious.

*BDF stored.

It was here that Pef wanted to reach.

Flexing his magic muscles, Pef aimed his palm at the zombie's head.

"Shoot lightning!" he yelled heroically.

"Fireball!" he tried again.

"Turn Undead?" he tried in desperation.

It didn't work. Angrily, Pef punched downwards with his magic held in his fist.

*You have created Aura Fist. Costs 10MP per use. You grab your precious soul in your fist and punch the enemy in his dirty soul. Most magicians would die at first try. I wonder how many times it will take you.

*Your Aura Fist inflicts 900 damage on the Giant Zombie. Its soul crumbles. Gain 5000 Exp.

*You have defeated the Megalithic Mnajdra Dungeon. You gain 10000 Exp.

*You have killed 1000 zombies. Gain 15000 Exp.

*You have received Drain Life Manual. You have received Greater soul fragment. You have received Bronze B.r.e.a.s.tplate(Uncommon quality), You have received Bronze Helmet(Rare quality).

*You killed an enemy of level 50. You gain the perk Five-O: +50 HP

*The Gamer has reached level 8.

*Free attribute points: 6

Pef pocked the manual with curiosity.

*Learn Drain Life? Yes/Later.

With a smile, Pef pressed Yes, igniting the manual and imprinting the details of this spell into his Magic.

*Drain Life acquired. Range 5 meters. Cause target to lose 10 HP and transfer it to the caster. Cost 10 MP. Can damage immaterial or dead enemies.

*Pef the Gamer

Level 8, HP 200, MP 110

Attributes: free = 6

Str: 11

Con: 12

Agi: 16

Magic: 11

Mind: 15

Charisma: 11

Kharma: 10