Marcel was a young boy, one who had grown up without any true parents, as they died when he was only three, in a car accident on their way back from work. Marcel had been passed from foster home to foster home, as he never seemed to fit in, but one night in a foster home he had basically given up on trying to escape, he was playing a game until he felt hungry, as you would, but as he went downstairs to check for any food, he had realised there was none. So, he put on a coat, slipped into a pair of shoes and stepped outside, the foster parents didn't care about where he went, or even if he ended up dead. Marcel began to walk to the corner shop just across the street, but he didn't notice that half way across the road that their was a large truck barreling straight for him, the truck driver was shouting and waving his hands at Marcel to move, but for some reason in that moment... he decided, why should he move, it's not like theres anything to go on for. and so just as the truck was about to slam into his body he let a tear run down his face, as he smiled.
But as he opened his eyes and began to look, he realised that he wasn't in the street bleeding out, nor was he in a hospital bed, not even infront of god or whatever.
"where.....am I?" he asked himself
he wasn't familiar with this place. Suddenly, a strange interface appeared in front of him. he jumps, not knowing what it is.
"what the hell is that.... does it wanna eat me?" he mutters.
The interface reads. [ENTER THE CLASS YOU CHOOSE TO BE]
"class?" he says curiously.
There are 6 different classes to choose from;
[KNIGHT, A PRESTIGIOUS WARRIOR THAT FIGHTS IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE, GOOD TANK, STRONG BUT SLOW]
[ASSASSIN, PRACTICALLY THE OPPOSITE OF THE KNIGHT, THEY FIGHT FOR THE THRILL OF IT, FAST BUT WEAK]
[TAMER, CAN TAME A MONSTER AROUND THE SAME LEVEL AS THEMSELVES, CAN MAKE THE MONSTERS STRONGER, GOOD SUPPORT, WEAK WITHOUT MONSTERS]
[HUNTER, AN ARCHER WITH A GOOD EYE AND A FASTER HAND, GOOD LONG RANGE SUPPORT, WEAK IN CLOSE RANGE]
[HEALER, CAN REPLENISH THE HP(Hit points) OF THEIR SQUADMATES, GOOD SUPPORT, LITTLE TO NO DAMAGE DEALT]
[MAGE, A STRONG SPELL CASTER THAT CAN DESTROY THEIR OPPONENTS WITH VARIOUS SPELLS, HIGH MP(magic points), WEAKER BY THEMSELVES]
The last option caught his eye, this may be due to the fact that in all of his mmorpg's, he played as a mage, or perhaps that all his life he had wanted to use magic. As if it were instinct, Marcel spoke out.
"I choose the class of mage."
The interface disappeared. Marcel not knowing what to do, he began to walk, but after his first step, an excruciating pain fell into his chest as he gripped it tight, his body became extremely hot yet cold to the touch. Strange marks began to spread all over Marcel's body. after the pain subsided, his hair and eyes began changing colour, his hair as black as night, and his eyes as red as the blood that covered a battlefield after a war. The interface appeared again. This time saying.
[transformation complete]
Marcel, relieved it's over, sees a kingdom not to far from where he awoke, begins to head for it. when he got to the gates there were knights at the gate, checking everyone that came through for anything dangerous. Marcel passed through the gates because he had nothing... absolutely nothing. Marcel spots two people fighting, a girl and a boy, they looked around 12, the same age as Marcel.
"You were supposed to get the one with the black hilt not the red one you dumbass!" The girl shouted.
"Well it's not my fault your writing is crap!" The boy retaliated.
"Hey what's going on you two?" Marcel questioned
"This idiot messed up buying a sword for our friend" She rolls her eyes
"I couldn't read her handwriting, seriously it's terrible" He defends himself
"Oh sorry where are our manners, my name is Nora, and this idiot is Gregory." Nora said
"My name is Marcel, Marcel Felmir, it's nice to meet you both" Marcel replied with a giggle