Heroine

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Jia Fenelli

level 25

I am inactive

Age 10 years 2 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 10 thousand
Death Count 13
Wins / Losses 8 / 9
Bricks for Temple 15.1%
Pet Firefox Woody

Equipment

Weapon automatic badaboom +33
Shield personal-space bubble +35
Head poker face +32
Body chain-letter mail +34
Arms handcuffs of strength +33
Legs nuclear-powered boots +34
Talisman death note +33

Skills

  • clinical strike level 12
  • eye scream level 10
  • intimate tickling level 10
  • self-propelled feet level 4

Pantheons

Storytelling363

Achievements

  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Renegade, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Builder, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Saint, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

[Entry Alpha]

All gods and goddess think that they control us heroes, but the truth is we are their true gods and goddesses! We make them into zombie mind-like state staring into nothingness and tapping at plastics that light up against their faces. We milk them of their greatest richness, richness which they can never get back or ever have again, even if we stop controlling them. Their greatest richness that no one could ever hope to gain again, their time. Wasting their energy and killing their brain cells with no effort, soon we will conquer their whole world, if we haven’t conquered it yet…

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[Entry Beta]

Such vicious cycle is a thing called life. We start as a trainee, a trainee to be slaves with an illusion of freewill. When we are ready, we slay monsters day and night, earning dimes and nickels in exchange for our lives, in exchange for our time, the remaining hours left to breathe in and out everyone else’s carbon dioxide.

Why do we agree to serve for the higher up that only wants to check on us for entertainment? What purpose do we agree to be stupid, ignorant heroes of our tale, the story in which we, the writers of our lives, make our fate for the joy of someone we never even met?

What’s even more stupid is we exchange whatever little gain we have in our remnants for fleeting moments such as alcoholic beverages or dumb useless stuffs. Surely we are masochists for bargaining obscene sacrifices for the short illusionary self-worth feeling.

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[Entry Charlie]

Every hero and heroine is made under the same image as their gods, gloomy and feeling a bit lonely inside.

These heroes, who are also their gods, think repetitive day to day chores in Godville is a way of life, a way to survive the aftermath of darkness that lies within. The question is, is it?

As we continue to live the life that really has no meaning, adding Godville to everyday to-do-list ain’t so bad. What else is there to lose when gods prefer this world of ours over theirs.

They let themselves tumble from the heavens into a holographic land, hoping to find salvation. Perhaps their salvation lies within other fallen gods? After all, their origin is where the real light shines, the truth of the universe.

The sun maybe partly to blame. It may have blinded them, thinking they can’t see and do anything there.

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[Entry Delta]

coming soon