The System overall:

~System Version 1.0.0.2~ Name │ (?) Linchester Linde Gender │ Male (?) Race │ Human (?) Profession │ Alchemist (Botanist Branch) Stage │ Lowly Worm Contractors │ (?) ‘nameless snake’ (infant) [12* (1*7)] Queenant Azariah Voldenofen (dominator) [1*7* (***55)] Oathbound Bioenergy │ 74 (79) Talents │

[Schizophrenic (max)] show/hide [Survivalist (max)] show/hide [Destiny’s Contractor (max)] show/hide

[Gluttony (max)] show/hide Skills │

[Folly-a-Boo] Level 1 show/hide [Gluttony Works Overtime (57.605)]–––urgh... [Gluttony Works Overtime (00.976)]–––help... so help this poor thing!!

Comment │ How could this happen, you cheater??!! x2 (>-<)

Master Comment │ As a possible future calamity in its baby steps, you finished the tutorial at snails’ pace. Any slower and you’d be dead. Charming, isn’t it? You’re brain-damaged and deaf it seems…

Now the talents:

[Schizophrenic (max)]

Ain’t the most trustworthy out there, nor the most welcome. Alas, the departed can’t be choosers. Currently split between an untrusting psychopath and an uncommunicative butcherer went bonkers, both not necessarily in tandem with common sense. A word of caution to your foes, beware of twitching eyelids. Grants the status of a medium.

Comment │ Ain’t that lovely, peach? A damn personality to undiscover! [Survivalist (max)]

A master of survival, a cockroach closer to the natural order than your own kin. Although deprived of kinship and love, nature never abandons the worthy. It grants gifts of various kinds. Boon or bane is up for your interpretation. Most traps are useless, and mere suspicion bequeaths rolling heads. Grants insight into what is of the Great Mother’s making.

Comment │ Nature’s been a bitch since forever. Always protective of the lunatics... [Destiny’s Contractor (max)]

A bug. An agent. A scourge. An emperor. Scared Old Order looks the other way, for all you do. Feared for good reasons, your power of contract extends beyond causation. Yet, as a double-edged sword, it demands the ultimate wager. An everlasting course of binding souls. Grants the ability to unilaterally contract, if requested.

Comment │ Yes, yes–––enslave an ancestral dragon and end the world, you nasty bug! [Gluttony (max)]

Quest for limitless power drives the agent. Your blood, your very core, a roaring inferno. The fire to consume, to ravish, to make your own what never was supposed to be. Those contracted pay tribute to your awe, while those who are consumed may join your ridiculous arsenal of deadly wonders. Grants questionable evolutionary paths.

Caution: Instable. Uncontrollable. Mutation Possible.

Comment │ Go devour the world, then my unfulfilling task shall finally come to an end!

And here the skill(s):

[Folly–a–Boo] Level 1

A Trioptic Speedster’s most spectacularly useless skill, an unneeded addition you could do perfectly without. Your eyes have changed, containing now laughable slivers of the power to mislead minds. Useless against targets with strong psychic fortitude. Useless against certain species. Very high energy consumption when active.

Caution: Potentially Dangerous.

Level-Up Requirement │ Bioenergy (50)

Comment │

The right skill for the right sucker. You sure agree, don’t you! Kakakah~