You have died.
The first beam of sunlight peaking over the horizon lanced directly into Ericks eyes. He shot up out of his bed screaming, his hands quickly going to the spots where he had been bleeding out to find pristine skin. He looked himself over and realized that even his pajamas, a grey Batman t-shirt and Naruto silk pajama bottoms were just as they should be. A quick look around his room dispelled any delusions that yesterday had been a dream though. His blood was sprayed liberally everywhere. His TV was broken and lying in the floor and the dresser the cat had been crouching on when he woke up was knocked over on its side. The blanket he normally used was still wadded up in the floor drenched in old sticky blood. A quick glance out the window told him that it was very very early in the morning. A small flashing icon finally managed to catch his attention out of the corner of his eye. He pulled up a notification that had seemed less important then the ones about him bleeding out yesterday.
Class Creation Complete!
He stared at it for a second, and then went through a few different iterations of 'character' 'character sheet' 'char' finally succeeding with 'status.'
Name: Erick Jefferson Class: Inheritor of Rage Level: 1(+) Stats Might: 4 Agility: 5 Fortitude: 7 Wits: 5 Mind: 6 Will: 6 Skills
Mark of Caine(Unique) (rank 1): You carry the mark of a primordial entity. You may activate this mark, or in times of stress or high emotion it may activate itself, to enrage gaining a 50% increase to Might, Agility, and Fortitude. For the duration you will ignore fear, pain and will refuse to die from anything short of catastrophic physical damage.
Duration - Variable based on emotional state.
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Spontaneous Reincarnation (Mythic)(rank 1): So long as a speck of rage exists in the hearts of humanity the Inheritor will return. Reincarnate at your most recent prime state with the first rays of the sun each day if dead. At current rank, 1 reincarnate point available set as (Bedroom).
He stared at the character sheet for a few minutes. "So, I'm immortal? Well I remember in perfect detail dying yesterday." He said, wincing at a pang of remembered pain. "Apparently being able to ignore fear and pain doesn't mean I get to skip feeling them. Lovely." He muttered as he read through both his abilities and then went back up to his stats. "Are these good?" he wondered, then focused in on might, after a moment a new screen appeared.
Might - Your physical prowess in terms of torque and muscle density. Human average is 5, Peak condition is 10, average for prime age 7.
"Oh. No. They're actually terrible. While enraged with my Unique power, I am still weaker then the average twenty-five year old." He complained to himself. Looking through the other stats it seemed the average was five across the board, so at least he wasn't useless at everything. A thought occurred and he focused in on his mark skill, reading through the details he found that the percentage rounded up. "Oh yeah, that's broken. No doubt about it." He nodded as he continued to speak to himself out loud. A grumble from his stomach reminded him that he'd been dead all day, and thus had not eaten.
"No free rides on meals it seems, I'm immortal, i suppose not needing to eat anymore would be a step too far." he rolled his eyes and made his way into the kitchen. Surprisingly the kitchen still seemed moderately put together, even if the power was out. Feeling the inside of his fridge he sighed in relief, still cold. He quickly made himself cold cut sandwiches and grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer. "This isn't gonna last very long anyway, might as well splurge." he mumbled grabbing a soda from the twelve pack on his kitchen floor. "oh gods, the world is ending. Whelp, first order of business, find someplace safer then my apartment to sleep. Long term goals, find a mountain dew factory, and get it running again." He nodded in satisfaction at the plan and went to peak out of his windows through the curtains. The world still looked fairly normal from a distance. It was only on closer inspection that one might notice the stains on the roads and buildings were from blood. Something that looked like the biggest roughest wolf he had ever seen prowled out of an alley, sniffing at a stain on the road. Its muzzle crinkled at the smell and then it reared its head back and howled. Answering sounds echoed out all through the near by sub-division. "ah, I see" he shut the curtain and returned to his sandwich. "I'm going to be waking up in this bedroom a lot." he sighed and finishing his food he stretched and went looking for something worth calling a weapon.