User blog:K'eth, Undercover Agent/Undying Packmaster (Yggdrasil OC)

Name: Wiliam Desrosiers ('Real-life name.') Helping Hands ('In-character name.')



Race: Human (Formely) Heteromorphic race: Werewolf (Currently)

Age: 38 ('Real-life age') 568 ('In-character age.')

Gender: Male

Height: 5'3 (Fromerly) 7'1 (Currently)

Physical Description: A large rotted through wolf-like creature that stands on two legs, appears to be clad in rich-colored (RICH WITH THE COLOR OF BLOOD) leathers and other assortments of trinkets. Sometimes transforms into a human that has black hair and dressed fancily. One non-functioning eye is always present in this form.

Abilities: Level: 100

Racial Level: 45

Werewolf: Level 15 (MAX)

Garm: Level 10 (MAX) (Undead werewolf, required character to be a werewolf and be killed by a finger of death spell. Grants benefits as other undead and as well as the disadavantages as well as a other couple ribbon features)

Werewolf Packmaster: Level 10 (MAX) (Boosted skills and stats when around other werewolves as well as a couple more ribbon features.)

Werewolf Lord: Level 5 (MAX) (Silver weapons aren't as effective anymore sadly, boosts howls effects and makes other werewolves complacent around you. Other features as well.)

Alpha of the Blood Moon: Level 5 (MAX) (Undead werewolf required, level 95 required, bypass immunites to curses and mind-altering effects to turn into a werewolf. Can turn skeletons into skeletal werewolve as a example. Insane boosting of stats when during a full-moon. Other features as well)

Job Levels: 55

Fighter: Level 15 (MAX)

Stylistic Killer: Level 10 (MAX) (Parkourst, run along walls and climb buildings to your advantage, bonus damage when using them as such, less fall damage. More features as well.)

Summoner: Level 15 (MAX)

Pack Caller: Level 10 (MAX) (Call upon your race at a lower level to summon at large numbers at higher levels, must be a demi-human or heteromorphic race to gain this class. Other features as well)

Horde Summoner: Level 5 (MAX) (Pack Caller class required, increased summon amount and higher leveled summons are allowed, higher levels also indicate respawnable summons as well as increased power. Some other features as well.)

Stats Items: A couple legendary to divine level items, one of which is a ring of shapeshifting that allows Helping Hands to take on a human form and go into towns and buy things, not suffering from racial bigotism in the game of Yggdrasil. Countless other items that would increase magic defense and agility.

Blood-Stained Claws: Gauntlets that made the wearer deal more damage and take less damage himself with each kill, inflicted the rage status every 10 kills for 12 seconds. Lowering his magic and physical defense even further but with some regenerative properties. Had a 75% to inflict the bleed status and after 15 kills on a streak it could bypass a enemies immunity to bleed. Streaks lasted a minute and 30 seconds.

Spells: Ranking 1st to the 10th tier of magic, Helping Hands's spells focuses entirely on summoning and boosting those summons, things like fireball and lightning may have gotten in for the virtue of Helping Hands simply being a spellcaster at some extent.

Sense of Justice: -100, Neutral Evil

Personality: Out of character, Wiliam Desrosiers was a studious worker, he had to be. In the earth he was from everything was quite simply rotting away, noone cared about the envrionment, and where the government was simply another name for corporate organization. He had to keep his head down and carry on, be grateful when something even slightly good came his way and don't let anyone else take your position in life or you're good as dead. His family long since dead due to pollution and just after he had gotten his first real job, it took a chuck out of him. He and like everyone else felt like a zombie waiting to decay as the earth did with them. Then the game Yggdrasil was announced and made, at first he didn't much care and then he was prodded along what he could call a friend and decided to buy the game and console and headset with just about most of his money... And it didn't disappoint. He didn't want to be something he was, so he chose something iconic and monstrous, a werewolf. Soon he was in the virtual reality where he felt in control, he felt powerful... He also felt racist bigots that hated monstrous races and PKers, and trolls... All-in-all it was a 'fun' experience that he had to deal with. After he had been killed by a necromancer and lost another 5 levels, he had discovered a so-called secret class, as there was 700 races in Yggdrasil there were bound to be secrets and first-timers even across years. The Garm, a undead werewolf... That's when the fun, really started. Soon enough he was level 100 and had a secret base in some undiscovered part of the 9 worlds of Yggdrasil, there was plenty of lacking guides due to the developers unwanting of any hand-holding what so ever. So he made his cave underground made 3 level 100 NPCs (Talks abouts that laterssss) and stuffed his treasure and unwanted deep into it. Only he knew about the place so there wasn't really any trouble involved.

In the time that had past to make this and accumulate his wealth, this racism never stopped and it in turn infurated Wiliam, now RPing in the mind of Helping Hands. His special class: Alpha of the Blood Moon however, helped him become a nightmare for the human race players on the lower 9 worlds. At night, during the full moons of the game, undead werewolves would spawn from his ability and horde to spots of PVP battle, no heteromorphics or demi-humans were harmed, but the humanoids would suffer fully under the effects of the lycanthropy curse. As his ability from his final class allowed him to turn others into werewolves, this also included players and such those racist bigots would turn into what they hated for real or RP it didn't matter, they had turned into a heteromorphic race and no they had to deal with balancing their racial levels and class levels. Surely, this was a ability that could truly kill builds, because even if one level was missing it all could come down toppling over them. Many would complain to the developers about this unbalanced ability, but they only smiled and waved it off... They had gotten their just desserts.

In the personality of his character; Helping Hands he was potrayed with the front of a calm negotiator that would immedaitely turn into rage when rejected, in areas of enjoyment he was brooding, but only to the point that when something truly fun was happening he would break out and join. To hetermorphics and demi-humans he acted friendly and well-mannered enough, to humans suspicion if they were hostile and returned hostility if this was proven true. Though he could be aimble enough given time to a humanoid's presence. When he rampaged, he gave no speechs or anything like that, just cold hatred and satisfaction as a certian irony spread across broken bodies and plains. Very much unlike his real personality of shy and keep your head out of the way, but being this strong had a effect of extreme confidence and freedom. One only found in a virtual reality made that in a apocolypse-like earth.

So naturally he was upset when finally after 12 years, the servers of Yggdrasil would finally shut its doors for good, after this he would have to return for good to the real world and face its problems head on with nothing to numb it. So he shut himself in his dungeon and marveled with his three creations that he made. All of the memories of those past 12 years, he had no guild, no true 'friends' in this game other then that one who prodded him into playing. However there was still people that talked about him, he was like a living legend because of his deeds of infamy (and fame to some) And he was proud of that. So he sat on his throne of rock and bone and closed his eyes, waiting for that timer at the top to fully click to the next day and end his second life...

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Perhaps in a different universe, he would have ended up somewhere different, somewhere where he had more control and more chances of demonstrating overwhelming power, but this did not happen. So the only thing he could do was gasp in surprise at the fact that the game had not ended, and then was shocked even more when he had somehow gained facial expression but what outright scared him was a feminine voice of what should not be...

"Is something the matter, Packlord?"

Titles: The Undying Alpha of Fetid Earth

Quote: "Unfortunate for you, this night will NEVER END!

Relations: Thordine Blightclaw (Level 100 Werewolf, servant of Helping Hands) Catastrop (Level 100 Insect Master, servant of Helping Hands) Enzoth Dryvein (Level 100 Vampire, servant of Helping Hands)

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prvAdHXUvbs