23 years ago, the Mist descended upon Earth. An unimaginable disaster brought about by the arrival of the 3. Within minutes, almost all natural life was corrupted. Man morphed into abhorrent abominations.  Animals turned into beasts seen only in the worst nightmares. The Bark of trees, transformed, to a grey-studded fleshlike substance. The world was consumed by an ever-stretching forest. While most were consumed some were granted temporary protection and even fewer of those above 18 were given classes, skills, stats, and a far greater resistance to the mist.  Admatha Marwood, just another soul in a town of roughly 8000, he works at the local orphanage managing man's most important resource, children. His body, too mutated by the mist to be an effective resource harvester, nor artisan. 2047 August 7th, he reaches 18, and as it turns out, he does serve a purpose. Too malformed to make any of the common classes an option, he risks it all for a chance at a higher lv class. You know what they say, fortune favors the bold. Name: Admatha Marwood  Race: Homo Sapiens (mutation x2) : lv 1, 0/100 Subclasses, lv 0: locked (lv 15) locked (lv 25) locked (lv 35) Main class: Necromancer (Rare) ---------- I promise exactly 2 things, Necromancy, and skeletons with guns. Uploads Tuesday and Friday: 6 P.M EDT.