NAME: Monkey D. Darius
Age: 20(God Valley)
Race: Human/Buccaneer
Weapon: Axe(3F)
Cheat: Essence of the Barbarians
By drinking this blood red essence that tastes of strong, but favorable, all suited to your palate, with faint undertones of sweated tears, you gain:
Superhuman strength, speed, and stamina that will grow with time, training, and combat, but start at a point where you can easily lift modestly sized boulders and shatter them, outpace a sprinting horse, and have the endurance to do both for a week straight without rest.
Superhuman dexterity and coordination enough to snatch an arrow out of the air even when shot from a small hundred-pound bow, while writing with your toes that will grow along a similar curve to your other physical capabilities.
Extreme vitality that will allow you to pull off and fight through mountains and oceans of fascinating wonder, unfinished, while giving you a fair shot at surviving them afterwards. This also grants you resistance to most poisons and diseases, allowing you to survive things that might slay lesser humans, and an extended lifespan during which you age more slowly.
The ability to bounce back from even crippling injuries in short order, provided you survive, not quite on the level of regeneration. With this, you are the embodiment of "that which does not kill you has made a tactical error."
Resistance to charms, hexes, and various other malicious or unwanted magic effects, it's not full immunity, but like your other abilities with time and exposure, this can grow to such a degree that whether or not you're actually immune may be called into question and before that point, it makes breaking or undoing such enchantments (including prejudices) far easier.
The power to slay even allegedly immortal/undying/invulnerable people/beings/entities with enough persistent effort, including those under effects that make them practically immune to damage outside of specific circumstances. No matter what it is, you can eventually kill it if you chop it into enough pieces and then walk away confident in the knowledge that once you've finished mutilating the hell out of it that it won't be getting back up again, even if all other gods, powers, and forces in existence agree that it should.
A keen mind and sharp instincts for combat, complete with a great knowledge of how to fight both armed and unarmed, which is utterly immune to the ravages of age and time.
Multitasking, with which you can track the happenings of an entire battlefield at once while still being able to hold your own in a fight as though you were giving your enemies your full attention.
A surprising talent for languages, which you can learn in a surprisingly short time on your own, usually in less than a month, and far faster with someone assisting you. Learning includes reading and writing as well as the spoken word, even if your only source is a stone slab with some hints carved in it or a random fool spouting utter gibberish in your direction with no context. After all, it's hard to work for, command, or extort people if you can't understand them.
Great charisma to sway lesser men and women and inspire in them courage or fear, as you prefer.
Immunity to psychological trauma from sources including, but not limited to, combat, bloodshed, death, gore, and more.
Willpower sufficient to withstand crushing defeat, decades of torture, untold suffering, and many other horrible things, including That Which Was Not Meant to know, and still be able to carry on as you please.
An impressive capacity for alcohol, such that you could drink entire battalions under the table and still be ready for more with a little practice.
A stomach capable of digesting and deriving nutrition from virtually anything to little or no ill effect, including rocks if you get truly desperate (or if you feel like showing off by eating a bowl of nails for breakfast, without milk of course) 😊
Near limitless sexual stamina and an innate knack for pleasing your lovers, such that lesser lovers may not be able to satisfy them in the future, this can be quite handy in bending people to your will if you so desire.
A one time reshaping of your body, defaulting to a tall and powerfully muscled body of your gender that is guaranteed to look incredible even (or especially) in only small scraps of fabric that heavily don't preserve modesty, Your assets, by default, will be large and impressive.
Still, they will never hinder you in any manner either by getting in the way or by being incompatible with your lovers, Your appearance is completely customizable (yes, you can even become a scrawny, pale nerd capable of breaking stones with your bare hands and fighting like a savage, but the other barbarians will tease you mercilessly even if you slay them still). Still, all injuries will automatically be healed, and all physical and mental illnesses will be cured. After all, being a Barbarian is no fun if you're a sick, crippled, nervous wreck.