(I wrote this draft a long time back lmao, forgot to finish it. I may be stupid.
Ahem...
1st POV: Onyx/Alexandrite:
I drift through the darkness, as heat and cold wash over me. I feel my body warp and twist, before I fade back into nothingness.
[Alexandrite]
My eyes flutter open, and I look up at a gorgeous night sky hanging over the desolate desert around me.
Billions of stars fill the sky, and a line of a dense cluster splits the sky in two. The colors range from blue to purple and red, and at points they cluster so close to appear as white.
The desert around me only adds to the beauty by being bare. Sandstone mounds and arches dot the landscape around me, as I slowly wake up fully.
"Woah..."
I slowly push myself to my feet, looking around- only to have a black square pop up in front of me, with red text on it.
[Alexandrite. That is your new name, now that your soul has been fully melded with this world's version of you.]
Pain lances through my skull as memories flood through me. Basic information about the world, me, and how I got here. Grimm, Aura, Dust, Faunus, Huntsmen, and Huntresses...
"owwwie...damn that hurt..." I sniffle from the pain, before shaking myself sane.
Shattered, foggy memories of 'my' life as 'Alexandrite' flood through me- 3 years old, my home was in flames, and my father joined a cult afterward. 11 years later, on my 14th birthday, he destroyed the cult because they became corrupt, and my father died of his injuries soon after. I lived in the desert on my own ever since then, for 2 years, until now.
"Okay...that was a mindfuck...now what?"
the text changes, and I sigh as I read what it says now.
[That was last week, June 7th. Now you learn. The tutorial has begun.]
"Fine, fine."
[You will find that your memories are foggy and inaccessible outside of the 'simplified summary' of them. This is because you got stung by Tyrian Callows and died this morning. His venom and semblance destroyed your Dantians and Meridians. This is also why your Martial Arts, Semblance, and Aura have been reset-]
"...WHAT?!"
[shut up.]
"...sorry."
[thank you! Anyhow, before I was rudely interrupted by a retard- what? I can't call him that? Fine. Before I was rudely interrupted by an IMBECILE, I was about to say not to worry, because you're a member of the System. I've undone all the damage, but you'll still need to start over as a weakling. Note that you have received no information about the other gamers or their changes to this world. Further note you're the first, and so far, only out-of-setting gamer.]
"...understandable." I sigh and stand up, looking back up at the star-filled sky.
"...I don't know who I am, or why I'm here...all I know..."
I grin
"Is that I must cultivate."
[Oh, and one last thing. Due to how you died, specifically the effects of the venom on your corpse, and how I had to revive you, you're a vampire now. Good luck, cultivator!]
"...pre or post Dracula?" I get no response, so I panic! "Which one?!"
The first rays of dawn score the horizon and hit me full force...only making my blood boil in my veins.
"Skyrim, then! Ow! Ow! Owie!"
[LINEBREAK]
I sigh, as I wait for the sun to set, sitting in a small alcove under a massive slab of rock.
"so, normally in most Wuxia...Qi is physical life energy...but they have Aura here, which is spiritual...and I'm a Skyrim vamp. Do I get a system window? Status? Character? Help?" I try various commands, none of them working at all.
[Try 'menu', monkey- what, what do you mean I can't call them that either? fine, fine.]
I ignore the sass from my system. "Menu?"
A small screen pops up...
[Name: Alexandrite]
[Race: Vampire (Faunus: Wolf) ]
[Age: 16]
[Level: 1]
[Mana Cultivation Realm: Mortal (0.0)]
[Health: 70/100]
[Mana: 0/100]
[Temporary Mana: 0]
[Stamina: 60/100]
[Perks: Adaptable Meridians & Dantians(: Allows you to grow your Cultivation and Mana without mortal limiters)]
[Traits: Vampire(: You cannot regenerate health or stamina when exposed to sunlight or holy magic. You are enhanced when in the shade, and even more so in the darkness. Being exposed to sunlight temporarily leaves a lingering effect, even when no longer exposed, for up to an hour. When in the shade or overcast light: Gain no benefits or detriments. When in the shadows or darkness: gain a 25% boost to all stats and skills, and a 35% boost to stealth and feeding specifically. Drinking blood also drains the mana and Some cultivation of the target, granting temporary mana and Cultivation progress.) Wolf Faunus: Fangs(: Increased senses. Canine teeth are far larger than normal for your race (vampire increases this further).), Vampiric Senses(: Sense living around you, all senses are greatly enhanced. pupils become slit, and canine teeth are larger and more predatory.)]
[Skills: Unarmed (10.0), One-handed (10.0), Two-handed (10.0), Light Marksman (10.0), Heavy Marksman (10.0), Unarmored (10.0), Light Armor (10.0), Heavy Armor (10.0), Block (10.0), Stealth (10.0), Lockpick (10.0), Hack (10.0), Program (10.0) Pickpocket (10.0), Speech (10.0), Smithing (10.0), Crafting (10.0), Enchanting (15.0), Alchemy (10.0), Destruction (15.0), Alteration (15.0), Conjuration (15.0), Restoration (15.0), Illusion (15.0), Esoterica (20.0), Occultism (20.0)]
[Affinity: Esoterica (1), Occultism (1)]
I blink, a little lost on the skills.
"uhhh...help?"
[Ugh...Fine. an Explanation:]
[Perks: Special abilities given or earned.]
[Traits: Racial features that are given at awakening or evolved during growth.]
[Cultivation Realm: what level of Mana one has. Mana is a fusion of Qi and Aura.]
[Affinity: What one is predisposed to, and intuitively understands. Ranks up to 10 and then {Max}.]
[Unarmed: One's skill in hand-to-hand combat.]
[One-handed: One's skill with one-handed melee weaponry.]
[Two-handed: One's skill with two-handed melee weaponry.]
[Light Marksman: One's skill with small and/or light firearms, bows, and projectiles.]
[Heavy Marksman: One's skill with heavy and/or larger firearms, bows, and projectiles.]
[Unarmored: How tough someone's body is.]
[Light Armor: How skilled in using and wearing light armor someone is.]
[Heavy Armor: How skilled in using and wearing heavy armor someone is.]
[Block: How skilled in blocking and parrying someone is.]
[Stealth: One's skill in staying undetected, losing detection, and being stealthy.]
[Lockpick: One's skill in picking locks.]
[Hack: One's skill in hacking digital defenses.]
[Program: How skilled someone is in creating a digital program.]
[Pickpocket: One's skill in stealing off the body of someone else.]
[Speech: One's skill in convincing others, communicating thoughts, and speaking well.]
[Smithing: One's skill in forging metal.]
[Crafting: One's skill in creating things from raw materials without flame.]
[Enchanting: The art of imprinting intent and spell matrixes on inorganic matter.]
[Alchemy: The art of extracting natural spell matrixes from organic matter.]
[Destruction: The art of creating offensive, defensive, and buff magic matrixes for combat.]
[Alteration: The art of altering the fundamental nature of matter with a spell matrix.]
[Conjuration: The art of shaping raw magic into matter with a matrix and a matrix ritual.]
[Restoration: The art of infusing someone's form with magic and restoring the soul shape.]
[Illusion: The art of weaving perception with complex matrixes and magic fluctuations.]
[Esoterica: Ancient spellcasting, focusing on intent, willpower, and discipline. Looked down upon as 'bush magic' by almost everyone from this era. Has a high skill requirement, and few limits. Hard to use, harder to defend against, & impossible to truly trace around.]
[Occultism: The forgotten arts of spiritual magic. Call upon the soul itself, and the spiritual energy attached to it, in tandem with mana to use magic. Older, more nature-defying magic falls under Occultism. Rituals, Spells, and the 'Ways' of this art are profane/blasphemous.]
I wince at the massive walls of text.
"Uhm...thanks. But why so much info on those last two...?"
[Because that's what you're predisposed to, and have an affinity for. I, sadly, can only give you information on your abilities in tune with how skilled you are in them.]
"...still, thank you."
[...Just doing my job, R...Ignorant buffoon.]
I sigh as the screens all vanish, and I sit back, looking out at the so very bright landscape.
"...Fuck the sun, man..."
[Mood.]