Mha Character Sheet Novels & Stories

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Without much effort, Mother Lelyah used light magic to shoot a projectile right through the poor man’s eyes, killing him on the spot. “Hurry, the boars will clean this up. The life of a beast does not even compare to a single eichhorn, but at least it will return a part of what it took from the forest.” A monster. That is the only way I can describe her right now. Ruthless and powerful in a way I cannot even dream of deifying, she took the life of another person without even looking at him. The terror compels me to obey her command and, without looking back, I follow her steps back to the village.

Her hands were firm yet tender, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel a semblance of comfort. "You know, Selena," Marta began, her voice low and soothing, "this isn't what it seems." I met her gaze in the mirror, skepticism etched into my features. "The Don is not a monster," she said, continuing to brush my hair. "He is a man of honor, and he will protect you as if you were his own blood." I remained silent, unsure if I wanted to believe her.

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

{Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Traits: Lycan Transformation(Minor), Keen Senses(Minor), Adaptability(Minor), Information Analysis (Minor), Man-at-Arms(Class), Forge Your Own Path(Class), Fast Hands(Class), (Incomplete)} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires, Metal Spike Boots, Fighter Gloves} {Armor: Basic Leather Armor*, Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 18} {HP: 396/396 (396)} {MP: 330/330 (330)} {Str: 82 (32+<50>)} {Int: 30 (30)} {Def: 82 (32+<50>)} {Const: 33 (33)} {Dex: 28 (28)} {Agi: 78 (28+<50>)}

Suddenly, a transparent panel appears in front of me. Status Name: Edvans Arshail Age: 17 Level: 1 HP: 120 MP: 980 Attack: 110 Agility: 180 Defense: 90 Dexterity: 100 Intelligence: 315 Skills: Magic elements manipulation, magical energy manipulation, Space-time magic, no spell magic, Sword technique, Dual sword technique, Telepathic, Regeneration, Perception, Prediction, Detection, Provocation, Identification, Intimidation, Psychological resistance, Poison resistance, Curse resistance, Appraisal disguise, Appraisal blocking, Language translation.

**MP:** 2,500,000 / 2,500,000 (Regen: Infinite via Sky Sovereignty) **STR:** 450 (+ Pack Bond: +300) **DEX:** 620 (+ Skate Affinity: +200) **VIT:** 800 (+ Moroi Immortality: Unkillable unless Soul-Targeted) **INT:** 950 (+ Deep Script: +500) **WIS:** 420 (+ Luna Insight: +250) **LUK:** 999 (Trickster-Blessed via Remy) **CHA:** 750 (+ Queen Aura: Fear/Obey Effect on Mortals) **[Equipment]** **Hellebore Mistblade 2.0** *(Thunder Crown Forged – Soulbound)* - **Type:** Legendary Katana (Evolves w/ User) - **Damage:** 15,000-25,000 Base (Scales w/ Storm Charge: +10,000/sec) - **Special:** - **Lightning Drink:** Absorbs any energy attack; converts to user MP (+200% efficiency).

She was distinguishable from the males on the battlefield by her long, flowing blond mane. Miah was a well-known Fae Warrior from the Grassland War who earned the title of Second Prophecy Coin Keeper, gifted in the spiritual realm of the afterlife.Her hairstyle had bleached to a lighter shade of gold, not in streaks, leaving warm caramels in-between against her honeyed skin. She took up arms and armor and fought in a battle alongside men during the war without a single rest.

We walked in silence until Sasha and Dmitry were out of sight. ‘How are you Misha?’ I attempted. ‘Good.’ He pulled out a cigarette, offering me one before lighting the one in his mouth. I held up my hand shaking my head. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ ‘No, I don’t mind’ He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me, I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he scanned my face. Although much taller than I was, Misha held a certain boyish look to him still. Tall and almost too skinny with gangly arms and legs, he was still very attractive. Full, dark eyebrows made his grey eyes stand out and the lashes that framed them were long and thick. He had a hint of a cleft chin on his closely shave