Dyk a level 1 [Imp] In the [Moaning Mines of Morgoth]

Dyk woke up horny, a typical state of mind for the young [Imp], she rubbed the dust from her body which accumulated from the debris of picks hitting rocks all day and being blown in the deepest parts. She cautiously checked her surroundings for danger before sighing contentedly after noticing the lack of threats. She then yawned and proceeded to absentmindedly check her [Status]

Name: Dyk

Species: [Imp]

Age: 18 years 1 month (short times for beings who can live thousands of years)

Health:50 Stamina: 120 Mana 180

Level 1 (75%)

• Str 3
• Agi 6
• Vit 4
• End 4
• Int 6
• Wis 3
• Cha 8
• For 3

Class: None

Class skills: None

General Skills: Mining 4, research 2, Survival 3, Speech/seduce 3, wand 1, flying 2, claws 4

Traits:

[Seductive Stare] X2 charisma when confronting a creature hostile towards you

[Psychic affinity] Immune to psychic effects, Any Psychic-based Skills, Traits, or Weapons get a 20% Improvement in Effect and Duration.

[Damned by Faith] Your body is extremely weak to holy damage and the [blessed] status effect X3 damage taken from holy damage.

Dyk shrugged to herself amused, her mining skill had gone up to level 4 the day before after she uncovered an emerald vein day before. Looking to her left he saw her meager belongings hidden in a small alcove like crack in the wall 2 meters away from her napping spot. The simple bag was tied and tucked away, it contained her basic tome, borrowed pickaxe, her wand, , an old wine bottle, sharpening stones, a pot, enough dry meat for10 days and a small flint. Her only other possessions were the dull cloth robe and belt she wore, a worn shortsword in a sheath, and of course her tiara. It was a gift from her late mother [A Greater Succubus] who was slain by some paladin out to prove himself, a mark that she had as a survivor of the blood moon slaying of the 24 [Demonkin] in her village!

Dyk felt a short bit of sorrow as she recalled how her mother told her to run to the old temple at the bottom of the mine. 125 nights before she even unlocked her system at the proper human adult age of 18 years. This sorrow was immediately followed by a deep swell of rage. It wasn't even a week after she unlocked her system before discovering her village had been wiped out by the order of the Silver Dawn, she had overheard miners talking when a paladin made her rounds through the mine! It wasn't until many hours passed before Dyk was able to hear that they left taking all the able bodied men and some women with them, due to most of the gear left had blessings on them. She was able to recover a few items from the upper levels, a spare un blessed shortsword, pickaxe, and wine bottle.

With a determined look in her bold red eyes, Dyk started to devise a plan, The charm she has could make weaker minds bend and her materials she mined were slow to get but of good quality, she needed to become more loved, and the best way she could think of to do that was to gain her [Class] but to do that she needed to raise a skill to level 5 and ask the world for [Class Choices].

As she looked at a reflective surface one last time before making a plan. She had light red skin, stubby horns, stubbly wings, barely a tail, brown messy hair, flat chest, and barely stands four feet tall.

Where will life take her?