Kisodeth

The cloaked player steadied themselves, exhaling a sharp breath. Their health had barely dipped, but Kisodeth saw the way they flexed their fingers, recalculating. Good. They knew now she wasn’t some easy target. But something felt… off. They weren’t reacting like someone who had just been caught off guard. No frustration, no hesitation…just eerie, calculated focus. Then they moved. The moment was a blur. one second they stood across from her, the next they closed the distance with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible at this level. Shadowstep? Kisodeth barel

Kisodeth twisted at the last second, shifting her weight to deflect the dagger with the flat of Winter’s Discontent. The clash of metal rang out, and the impact sent vibrations up her arm. The cloaked player had aimed well, right at the gap in her armor but she wasn’t about to let them slip through that easily. She shoved forward, using her brute strength to force space between them. They staggered back but recovered quickly, their footwork light, almost effortless. “Tch.” Kisodeth rolled her shoulders. “You’re slippery, I’ll give you that.” Her opponent said nothing, merely fli

The ding of the system alert cut through the quiet of the plains, just as Kisodeth drove Winter’s Discontent through the final pixelated remnants of the boar. She barely had time to inspect the loot drop before the challenge window popped up in front of her…an invitation to a duel. Kisodeth exhaled slowly through her nose. Another one? She flicked her gaze toward the source, already expecting some cocky low-level trying to prove himself. Instead, she found a hooded figure standing a short distance away, wrapped in a dark cloak that concealed most of their form. Their face was obscure

Kisodeth exhaled sharply through her nose as she dismissed the friend request with a flick of her wrist. What a waste of time. Her fingers tapped against the table as she pulled up her inventory, selecting the col needed to cover the meal. She tossed in a small tip not because she was feeling generous but because the chef had at least kept their questions to a minimum. After the transfer, she pushed herself up from the chair, rolling her shoulders until her armor shifted and creaked ominously. The chef flinched slightly as she turned toward them. Kisodeth smirked, saluting lazily wit

Kisodeth was just about to rise from her seat when the restaurant’s door swung open again. The atmosphere shifted instantly. A group of four strode inside, dressed in darker, more battle-worn gear. They didn’t carry the nervous energy of casual players…no, these ones owned their space. They moved with confidence, the kind that made others shrink back. The leader, a sharp-featured woman with piercing eyes and a cocky smirk, immediately honed in on Kisodeth. “Well, well,” she mused, stepping right up to her table. “Now this is a sight.” She gestured vaguely at Kisodeth’s armor, her swo

Kisodeth settled into a corner booth, away from the few other diners. The wooden chair creaked under the weight of her black steel armor as she leaned back, exhaling slowly. She grabbed a skewer, biting into the grilled meat with deliberate slowness. It was good better than expected, even. Smoky, well-seasoned. She chewed, lost in thought as she pulled up her menu screen. Her inventory flickered to life in front of her, neatly listing the spoils of the night’s hunt. A few low-tier drops; wolf pelts, a couple of fangs, and some col not much to get excited over. Her gaze drifted to her XP b

The small restaurant wasn’t much, just a handful of wooden tables, a counter, and an open kitchen where the smell of sizzling meat and fresh bread filled the air. A few late-night stragglers sat hunched over their meals, but as Kisodeth stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation stilled. She ignored it. She was used to it. Her armor clanked as she made her way to the counter, where the lone chef; a nervous-looking player in a white apron was already standing stiffly behind the counter. They were a younger player, maybe late teens, with short, messy hair and wide eyes that flickered

An hour into mob slaying and Kisodeth felt the need to protein up after a good workout. As the midnight moon cast over the field, she headed back with a slow easy gait. Passing by, players watched her move like a wraith in the fog scared out of their minds sensing something not quite right with this individual. The cursor read green, but she looked orange. The Town of Beginnings was never truly silent. Even at this late hour, the streets still bustled with night owls, merchants, and the occasional “drunk” stumbling out of a tavern. Lanterns flickered against the cobblestone roads, cas

Kisodeth prowled deeper into the Beginner’s Field, her boots crushing the grass beneath her as she scanned for her next target. The cool night air hummed with the distant sounds of combat, low-level players hacking away at boars and wolves, their shouts punctuated by the dull clang of weak weapons meeting hide. She was about to move on when a voice rang out behind her. “Hey! You there—the hell do you think you’re doing out here alone?” Kisodeth slowed to a stop, turning her head slightly. The voice belonged to a young man, his tone brash, but laced with a nervous edge. She rotat

The cold night air greeted Kisodeth as she stepped beyond the great gates of the Town of Beginnings, the vast open expanse of the Beginner’s Field stretching out before her. The grass swayed gently under the pale light of Aincrad’s artificial moon, a silver glow casting long shadows across the terrain. Most players had long since retreated to the safety of the city, but out here, the mobs still wandered, waiting for some reckless adventurer to challenge them. Her boots pressed into the soft earth as she strode forward, eyes scanning the terrain. Boars and Frenzy Wolves roamed the fields i

Theme: Skeleton Maiden Combat Data: Kisodeth LVL:6 | HP: 120/120 | EN: 30/30 | DMG: 9 | MIT:42 Skeleton Maiden (Arise!) The dying sun's faint light seeped through openings in the wooden shutters of the inn, casting narrow golden designs on the dark room. One candle flickered on the bedside table, its flame valiantly battling the advancing darkness. Kisodeth stirred beneath the weight of the heavy blankets, let out a slow breath as the pull of consciousness drew her from the depths of sleep. She despised waking during the day. The sun was an intruder, a trespasser that inter

Current Level: 6 Current SP: 13 Link to SP Tracking: Journal 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Winter’s Discontent Item ID: 80493 Item Tier: 1 Item Type: 1HSS Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: +3 DMG Description: At first glance the blade seems to be made of ice,but a closer inspection reveals that the blade is made of blue steel with a silver cross guard and pommel reminiscent of half a snow flake. Item

Profile » Username: Kisodeth » Real name: Abigail de la Rosa » Age: 24 » Gender: Female » Height: 5 feet, 8 inches About: History/personality High school dropout, Abigail had only known misfortune in her life. She had a pretty tough childhood which resulted in her in being in juvenile for a good portion of her life. The lack of care her parents portrayed was enough to make her feel like a worthless daughter. With little love for the adolescent or little care of what trouble she got into, her parents were anything but guardians to her. When she had turned eighteen, sh