223 Human (?) [#9]
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Status:
Name: Mieczislaw Genim Stilinski
Age: 17
Race: Human (?)
Titles: [Gamer], [Undead Hunter]
Lvl: 18
Class: [☆☆☆☆☆ Cleric lvl 10] (Lvl Max +10 per ☆)
Traits: [Observant], [Clumsy], [Genius], [Iron Will], [Charming Aura]
Observant: Any Observation-type skill receives 50% more experience when training]
[Clumsy: Decreases ballance and Dexterity by 20%, can be overcome]
[Genius: Doubles Intelligence gain, +50% experience for Intelligence related skills]
[Enlarged Mana Veins: Doubles your Max MP]
[Iron Will: Your mental and spiritual endurance increases to your willpower, you can resist mental status with more ease.]
[Charming Aura: Your presence has an aura around you! Your actions, emotions, and words can change the aura around you, but most of the time it'll just make you look much more physically attractive than normal]
HP: 200/200 (×10 Vit)
MP: 1,180/1,180 [54 Int ×10= 540 +50 from Ring of Magic Amplification = 590] (×10 Int) [×2 from Enlarged Mana Veins] = 1,180 (1,130 without ring)
SP: 220/220 (×10 End)
Stats:
Strength: 20
Endurance: 22
Vitality: 20
Dexterity: 22
Agility: 20
Intelligence: 54
Wisdom: 22
Willpower: 50
Charisma: 52
Luck: 6
Extra Stat Points: 140 (40 in Charisma) 100.
Skill List:
Unique Skills: [Gamer], [Dungeon Generation lvl 20], [Cold Blood]
Class Skills:
Cleric: [Lessee Heal lvl 6], [Lesser Cure lvl 5], [Lesser Bless Weapon lvl 8], [Clean Wounds lvl 1]
Passive Skills: [Lying lvl 40], [Deduction lvl 40],[Chemistry lvl 33], [Biology lvl 33], [Mathematics lvl 33], [Linguistic lvl 33], [Physics lvl 33], [Fast Reading lvl 40], [Art lvl 23], [Focus lvl 22], [Taunt lvl 35], [Sense Danger lvl 25], [Persuasion lvl 22], [Acting lvl 10], [Blunt Weapon Mastery lvl 34], [Hacking lvl 35], [Crafting lvl 26], [Potion Brewing lvl 22], [Medicine Making lvl 22], [Mechanics lvl 27], [Pickpocketing lvl 25], [Intimidation lvl 14], [Meditation lvl 18], [Mana Manipulation lvl 9], [Multi-tasking lvl 5], [Multi Casting lvl 2], [Rage lvl 8]
Resistance Skills: [Pain Resistance lvl 18], [Bleeding Resistance lvl 5], [Electricity Resistance lvl 9], [Physical Damage Resistance lvl 8], [Fear Resistance lvl 9], [Poison Resistance lvl 4], [Fire Resistance lvl 5], [Heat Resistance lvl 3], [Magical Damage Resistance lvl 4], [Necrosis Damage Resistance lvl 1]
Active Skills: [Observe lvl 20], [Shock lvl 10], [Throwing lvl 5], [Terrify lvl 3], [Telekinesis lvl 15], [Mana Shield lvl 8], [Mana Arrow lvl 6], [Ignite lvl 1], [Electrocute lvl 2]
Inventory: [Zombie Teeth 54], [Rotten Flesh (×39)], [Class Scroll: Undead Hunter (☆☆☆)], [Flower Perfume (×20)], [Poison Antidote (×12)], [Mistletoe Powder Bag (×3)], [Lavander Perfume Bomb (×2)], [Wolfsbane Flower Extract (×12)], [Class Scroll: Necromancer (☆☆☆☆☆)], [Giant Mace (×2)], [Giant Teeth (×6)], [Giant Sturdy Hide (×11)], [Bag of Bones (×1)]
Money: 1070$]
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-Scene Start-
Peter Hale and Derek Hale, nephew and uncle, stared at each other- Both could smell the scent of guilt rolling from each other like an endless waterfall, it smelled putrid like a rotting corpse hang from a tree by the neck: "Hello Derek." He tried to smile to nephew, Derek flashed his blue eyes to his uncle and saw those red eyes flash back and instantly he felt betrayed and angry, the pack bond wavered under his anger as Peter had the audacity to look even remotely ashamed and sorry for what he did because Derek surely knew what his uncle did- He killed Laura! "You-" He was about to say something, express his anger, but he couldn't put it to words and thag furstated him so he did the only thing he knew he could- his fingernails turned into claws and he slashed across the man's healed face, tearing the skin and muscle and spilling the man's blood on the floor, not caring where he was as he roared angrily and kept attacking his uncle that did not react, did not fight, only accepted the claws to his body and face.
The more he attacked the greater his anger and the more brutal he was, he felt the anger burn and he wanted to kill Peter when- "Ack!" His muscles tensed and he couldn't move, there was Stiles before him with a look of concern as he looked around at all the blood on the ground- This was a disaster but Derek stopped and looked at his uncle, who was on the ground, unmoving- "This is what he did too." Stiles' voice made them both flinch and stare at him, Peter with tears on the corner of his eyes and hands slack, Derek was panting while Peter had his shirt torn to shreds: "What?" Derek growled and turned to look at his uncle, he finally saw what Stiles meant by that: "He also felt like that y'know? Betrayed, angry, aggressive-" Stiles approached the unmoving man by passing by Derek, touchig the guy with his soft fingers before he crouched and touched his uncle, his claw marks were healing but his uncle must've been slowing it down purposely so he had to suffer through the pain of it all: "Not yourself. Believe me when i say this, for both of you- Laura didn't blame you, Peter, on her final moments y'know?"
"What?" Muttering weakly, Peter opened his eyes and looked at Stiles who touched his chest and saw as a burst of white light flowed through his body and healed every single cut and bruise, and even things that didn't heal properly, scars deep within his body that were somehow still there, and he felt the effects of long exposure to Wolfsbane leave his body- He could breathe, like, really breathe properly! "I wouldn't have blamed my mom too, i think, if she had killed me while in a fit of rage." He smiled at him and both Peter and Derek smelled two things: Sadness and Understanding: "She had Frototemporal Dementia it... It wasn't great, sometimes she'd sit on the garden and try to eat the flowers, sometimes she'd be better, she'd remember me and would cry while i sang her favorite lullaby-" Stiles leaned his head till he sat on his bed, because they were on his room that he had to clean up later: "She'd cry and then she'd beg for forgiveness, beg me to forgive her... And i did, and i do." He whispered the last bit, closing his eyes as he let go of his [Cold Blood] skill and his body reacted to his deep sadness as tears began to flow-
"Y-you know? It was my birthday, she took me out in the car even though she wasn't supposed to, my sweet 7 years old brain thought we were going to get a gift for me y'know?" He chuckled wetly, his tears falling to the ground: "But she took me to the Preseve... She had a knife with her and she said she knew, she knew i was a monster, a creature of evil that wanted to kill her-" He sobbed, not able to keep it together and slowly breaking apart: "She- Oh god, she didn't stab my eye, thankfully, but she managed to get my cheek-" He tapped where a small slit scar on his cheek was, it was small and not really noticeable unless you looked for it, and even so it looked like a normal cut you'd accidentally make on your skin by scratching yourself: "I cried, loudly, and ran- I hid from her, like i always did whenever she had an episode and dad wasn't home, whenever she'd run around the house with a knife and shouting my name, calling me, saying she'd kill me because i am a monster-" He paused for a second when he felt the weight on the bed, but he didn't care: "I ran, i hid, and... I killed her." Slowly, his breathing accelerated: "I- She tried to, throw me from a crevice? In a river? Abyss? I don't remember, but i dodged her, i dodged her grasp and she fell, she fell and i remember jumping after her and waking up in the hospital the next day, where i had a broken leg, a concussion, cuts, and thirteen fractures on my chest."
He felt the heat of arms wrapping around him, comforting him: "They said-" Another sob escaped his lips: "They said she called the ambulance, she came back, only to realize her kid was dying because of her and-" He stopped, opening his eyes and looking over at Peter who was on one side of his bed while Derek laid awkwardly on the other, him right in the middle: "She killed herself." He dropped the bomb then and there and heard the intake of breath coming from Derek: "Yeah, she did... Couldn't live with the knowledge she'd kill her boy, her precious baby boy, her fucking little monster that ended up fucking killing her-" He was silenced by a pair of hot lips, it stunned him enough that he couldn't process what happened so the natural blue screen of the body activated and he laughed, a full belly laugh, tears falling from his eyes as he couldn't stop himself from laughing hysterically.
"I feel like I'm going fucking insane every day- And maybe I'm already insane." Stiles felt the hot breath coming from Derek's side as he pulled him closer, close enough he was essentially being hugged by the other, and from behind him Peter did the same- Werewolf instincts maybe, to comfort someone? He remembers reading that in fanfics. "Well, you and me both, pup." Peter whispered from behind him, his back to the wall as Stiles felt himself slowly relax- Too much emotions in one night. "Yeah... Maybe me too." Derek grumbled as his chin rested on Stiles' head, Stiles' hand touched his chest as he let his mana flow through Derek's body, entering his blood veins and going through his heart, lungs, brain, intestines, and even his penis before he relaxed, knowing nothing was wrong with Derek anymore
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[New Skill: Mana Scan lvl 1
Mana Scan lvl 1: You can scan an area of 10 meters (or target) with your mana, feeling every energy inside the area and if there's anything considered "wrong" or "not normal" by your own knowledge. Each lvl increases the range in 1 meter (Increases targets in 1)]
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A new skill? Useful, but now he felt sleepy: "I've decided... I'm gonna keep you, pup." Stiles scoffed as he whispered: "I'm 17, Derek's 22 and you're 35. Want me to call you daddy or something?" It was neant as a joke, but Peter let out this purr from the back of his throat and he sounded pleased as fuck to do thag: "Only if you're into thag kind of stuff- I am very kinky myself." Stiles snorted but couldn't help the little twitch his cock did- I mean, he's being pressed against two hot guys and he's a teenager, have mercy please: "... I think you're my Mate" Derek's words seemingly had a weight behind them because Peter tensed behind him; "And i don't know if I deserve you... If i deserve a mate." Stiles did not say anything for a moment and opened his eyes, staring right at Derek's: "Do you want me as your Mate?" Derek only gave a small little nod that made Stiles smile: "Then you deserve me. I'll tell you, always, no need to be verbal- Three taps with my index finger on you, it means 'I love you', 'you're important', 'you're okay', 'i need you'..."
Stiles paused when he felt the ssme three taps from behind his back- Peter said in an almost too vulnerable voice: "I think you're my mate too, pup... It's weird 'cause i know wolves can have more than one Mate because it isn't like that Soulmate kind of thing... It's a chosen thing, the wolf chooses who they want, and my wolf chose you because you're interesting, strong, beautiful and i might be a little too old for you but thankfully werewolves live up to 250 years." Stiles sighed- Two hot werewolves just chose him as their mate, their own spiritual wolf chose him, but why? He's not all that: "You're overthinking." Derek pressed his lips on Stiles' forehead in a gentle and soft way that made Stiles finally braak down- not in the way he was about to a few minutes ago, this one was a mixture of odd comfort and sadness, raw exposure and vulnerability, and maybe even something more as he was held by two men he never truly knew for years- Peter Hale, who he spent a lot of time with on the internet, and Derek Hale, who he only remembers being the older brother to Cora Hale, a girl he liked once.
As the tears fell onto Derek's skin like raindrops on velvet silk, he felt too overwhelmed, and closed his eyes- Derek and Peter didn't trust one another like they used to, but things will slowly change for the better now that they undestand each other a little bit better- They'll be fine, they'll be fine.
They'll be fine.
-Author Notes-
Halecest yay or nay? For me it's cool either, even though I'm leaning on the Halecest kind of thing.
