Who knows

Well, somehow it appears you are destined to do something great, otherwise you'd probably be dead before this even began. You are driven by some reason to make ends meet, or to make ends tear in the end of the world, or perhaps even conquer the end over all the odds, and maybe even the world. In the wide world of Amaranth currently, there is quite the number of events all piling up to bring about the end of time, and as a mercenary, you're up for hire, and plenty of people need your assistance! Currently, you folk are in the province of Oakran, helping the Holy Knights hunt down an unholy abomination that has been plaguing the city of Ysmirath from the woods and corrupting the beasts within. Large cracks have appeared in the ground, covered in an odd dark purple liquid that seens to be corrupting the land.


Name: [INVALID] Its name is unknown, since it can neither speak it nor write it.

Race: Who the fuck knows? Passive: Every morning, it wakes up as a different, random race.

Religion: Mythial is its patron, but it doesn't believe in any god.

Magic: Randomness! Whenever he tries to use magic, a random effect happens.

Equipment: Whenever he gains equipment, it disappears in the morning, so who cares?

Artifact: It is the only artifact it needs!

Age: As old as I am, of course!

What is your goal?: What's a goal?

Appearance: What's a static appearance?

Backstory: I don't remember!

Location: Ysmirath, Oakran.

Skills (you have 15 points)
Wisdom: ??? (How effective your spells are)
Intelligence: ??? (How many spell uses you have and general knowledge check)
Vitality: ??? (How durable you are)
Faith: 0, but also 100. (How much your god loves you)
Endurance: ??? (How long until you tire.)
Strength: ??? (How strong you are)
Dexterity: ??? (How fast and agile you are, along with stealth)
Luck: ??? (Charisma, random chance, better loot)