Europe / London (White Tower): May 5th, 1820.
My name is nymera astrelle vale and I died.
I was born Into a 55th century dystopian - utopia like world that was ruled by the rich and politically powerful. A world where only the very wealthy individuals were able too become gifted humans that are treated as kings and queens. I was the royal - head biologist for joseph I the bloody, emperor of the absolute monarchy of america.
I was executed. For class equality. For doing the right thing.
All because class was divided Into the poor humans, middle class humans, upper class humans and wealthy class humans. Going through the process to awaken as a gifted emitter type human, gifted transformation type and gifted mutant type was reserved only for the upper class and extremely wealthy Individuals.
I was executed. Killed on uranus and charged with rebelling against the american royal family.
Is this the american dream. To have the opportunity to achieve prosperity, upward mobility, and a better life through hard work, initiative, and determination.
Or was it all for nothing. Is this the end of my long 999 years of life.
Is it really thee end.
(Nymera Astrelle Vale's POV)
"GAK…HAH…HAH...HAH...HAH…, fucking shit." I said coughing and wheezingly loudly as I held my forehead and noticed a very primitive looking chandelier on the roof that I never seen before in my entire 999 years of life.
I stared at the roof for a moment and thought as my eyebrows creased "Did I really just get thrown into a lame body."
"Where even am I. This place looks so ugly an absurd. What the hell is that" I thought while staring at a fireplace with an extremely ugly look on my face as I leaned up against the headboard of the bed.
I sighed loudly and closed my eyes and said with anger and gritted teeth. My voice being that of a deep with a northern british accent "This is so complicated. I really want to go back and kill that man child."
"Why is my voice so deep. Am I just a woman with a deep voice." I thought while shrugging and moving the covers off of me.
I froze. My eyes wide as I stared at a club right foot.
Suddenly my eyes darted down to a massive looking thick, long and veiny uncircumcised 13 Inch slightly c-curved, leftward with a thick pubic bush and very big and heavy saggy balls which made my face turn sour instantly and said loudly "WHAT THE FU… "
I fainted. A surge of memories flashing Inside and throughout my mind as it merged with my own In harmony.
TIMESKIP: Minutes Later.
My eyes shot open Immediately.
"Fuck. I really became a man." I said with a loud sigh as I got up from the bed. A sudden surge of pain coming from my left hand
I Immediately looked ad my left hand and saw a bloody dagger and glanced down at the bed and saw the sheets had dried blood on it and suddenly Instinctively touched my throat a memory a dagger slitting my throat flashing through my mind and thought with creased eyebrows "This isn't my memories and my name isn't mordred vanderbilt white and I'm definitely not 20 years old."
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Mordred Vanderbilt White]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 20]
[Health: [Club Foot], [Mental Health: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder]
[Titles: [The Lame Bastard], [Bastard of Countess White]
[Skills: [Etiquette: Master], [Negotiation: Grandmaster], [Intrigue: Grandmaster], [Horsemanship: Master], [Multilingual: Master], [Management: Intermediate], [Leadership: Elementary], [Pianist: Master], [Biology: Grandmaster], [Dancing: Master], [Marksmanship: Master], [Sex: Intermediate]
[Traits: [Prodigal: Machiavellianism, Sword, Biologist], [Erogenous zone: Penis], [Fetish: Open to anything], [Materialistic], [Atheist], [Obsessive], [Survival of The Fittest], [High Intellect], [Ambitous], [Greedy], [Morally Flexible]
[Storage: None]
"Is this nano technology. How did it follow me to this life." I said confusedly as I looked over the status screen and noticed that had all of my skills from my previous life that I cultivated throughout my years and sighed in relief.
Suddenly for some reason my eyes started to examine the status like screen more than ten times and thought with Interest "This body has some Interesting traits. But how am I open to anything on the fetish trait, was I always a pervert. I guess I never really thought about it deeply."
The room was silent. The atmosphere awkward.
"Anyways. Let's check the memories of this body." I said with a sigh as I closed my eyes and focused deeply with a deep Inhale and exhale.
TIMESKIP: Minutes Later.
My eyes opened slowly with a hardened look in them and thought "So my mother. Edith beatrice white was the first and fourth female countess of the white tower after the death of her only brother and married edward newgate a commoner out of love and had a daughter in 1777 but ended up having an affair with a son of the vanderbilt family at a masquerade ball in 1800 which is how I was born but she died unexpectedly during childbirth at the age of 45 and now my stepfather edward newgate is forcefully married to his own daughter with a son named william cyril white that was born on 1805 and is also my new nephew."
"So the former mordred killed himself from depression, a dysfunctional family and being outcasted from society by something that he simply has no control over." I said with a sudden smile appearing on my face as I rubbed my newfound shaven chin.
"It's ok. Oh trust me mordred, you can rest In peace and leave everything to aun…I mean uncle mordred" I thought as I grabbed a cane by the side of the king sized bed and got up from it and slowly so that I could adjust to my newfound height.
I was still for. My eyes staring down at the club right foot for a moment and said as I poked it with the cane in my right hand "You were a stain for the former mordred. Hopefully you won't by my hindrance."
"Even though I'll need to get use to the pain" I thought as I limped over to the full body mirror and seen a very handsome looking man with a bronze skin tone, stubble bearded diamond shaped face. Long neck length dark brown curly hair, ocean blue eyes and a extremely hairy ripped muscular 6'11 body.
I leaned even closer to look at my eyes and the jawline and overall physical build of my new body and said calmly as I squinted my eyes "A mixed race man with duch, english and portuguese lineage."
The room was silent. My eyes examining my new appearance more than eleven times until I broke away with creased eyebrows.
"So this is obsessive compulsive disorder. It really is very strange" I thought while looking back at the status screen and dismissing it.
I watched as the status screen vanished and limped over to the closest and opened it and pulled out a shot gun and bullets and said with a gentle smile as I loaded it "Leave it all to uncle mordred."
*CHA* *CHUNK*
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THE END…