Class: Ruler
Name: ???
Master: Holy Grail
Noble Phantasm: ???
Keyword: Ruler
STR: E, CON: E, AGI: D, MGI: D, LCK: EX
Magic Resistance: B, True Name Discernment: B, God’s Decision: A+
Paragon: A, ???: ?, ???: ?

Name: Melina von Einzbern
Age: ???
Family: Einzbern
Keywords: ???, ???
Western Alchemy, ???

Name: Matou Zouken
Age: 500
Family: Matou (Makiri)
Keywords: ???, ???
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Class: Archer
Name: ???
Master: Matou Zouken
Noble Phantasm: ???
STR: D, CON: E, AGI: B, MGI: D, LCK: E
Magic Resistance: C, Independent Action: B
Clairvoyance: C+, ???: ?, God of the Bow(?): EX

Class: Berserker
Name: Dulle Griet
Master: Unknown
Noble Phantasm: Gate of Hell
STR: C, CON: C, AGI: B, MGI: D, LCK: A+
Mad Enhancement: EX
Collector: A, Tainted Charisma: C, Hell's Fear: EX

Name: EMIYA

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Alignment: True Neutral

Personality: His personality is very contradicting. While he is thoroughly cynical and nihilistic, he is at the same time devoted and protective, and even a little childish to the point that it makes him hard to hate. He doesn't lie, but he does keep secrets and tell half truths. He means well and is capable of being nice, but often ends up being sarcastic, especially so when he gives advice.

History: Archer's background

Weapon: Everything and anything in his Reality Marble. Including his own bow.

Parameters:

STR: D

CON: C

AGI:C

MGI: B

LCK: E

Class Skills:
Independent Action:B
It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

Magic Resistance:D
Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.

Personal Skills:
Clairvoyance:C
Capable of keeping track of fast-moving object within a range of four kilometers. (EMIYA acquires this by applying Reinforcement to his eyes).

Eye of the Mind (True):B
Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

Magecraft:C-
Capable of using orthodox Thaumaturgy. EMIYA rank in using Projection Magic when the target falls under the category of "sword" is A+.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Unlimited Blade Works

Title: Infinite Creation of Swords

Rank: E~A++

NP Type: ???

Range: ???

Maximum Number of Targets: ???

Description: The “Innate Bound Field” wielded by Emiya. It is his ability as a Heroic Spirit with no Noble Phantasms. The inside of the reality marble is a world like a steel mill, filled with weapons, flames, and giant gears. The uncountable swords plunge into the ground and were preserved thus. The majority of the weapons persevered in the reality marble are Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits copied through projection sorcery, each possessing deadly powers. Although the majority of the weapons are swords, the Noble Phantasm that provides absolute defence against projectiles, “Rho Aias”, is also said to be copied and stored in the reality marble. Also, the ability of the replicated Noble Phantasm suffers one rank down compared to the original.
Not only can Emiya freely access the weapon stored inside Unlimited Blade Works, he can also modify the weapons to his wish like Caladabolg II. In addition, he is able to capitalise on his ability to repeatedly project: use Noble Phantasms as disposable arrows, and then unleash the magical energy stored within – the tactic called “Broken Phantasm”.

Name: Odysseus

Class: Archer

Gender: Male



Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Odysseus is a confident man beyond all measure. Some would say he is too confident, however, and at times, this may go to bouts of arrogance. He has all faith in his skill due to his past experiences and living a life of merit, and will not take kindly to those who he believes insults his skill.
He is also a man of sharp wit, and always looks at situations in a tactical sense, as well as how he can take advantage of such. He would have little trouble thriving in the modern world due to how adaptable he is.
Despite how highly appraised he was in the Odyssey, Odysseus feels regret for some of the things that had happened in his own legend. He caused the deaths of many of his soldiers and friends, and could not protect his wife and son due to the circumstances of being lost at sea. Odysseus, however, is not one to dwell too much on the past, and wishes to win the grail in order to be reincarnated in the modern day, to have a second chance at life.

History: Vanilla history.

Weapon: Toxo Tou Apollona. A large, black recurve bow that requires both strength and dexterity to string. Possible to overdraw the bow, giving it an A ranked attack at the cost of taking twice as long as a normal attack.

Parameters:

STR: C

CON: C

AGI: B

MGI: C

LCK: E

Class Skills:

Independant Action - A
The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master. It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.
Due to the many years being lost at sea alone and suffering from the wrath of Poseidon, Odysseus has grown accustomed to surviving on his own.

Magic Resistance - B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.
Odysseus was granted a resistance to magic by Hermes to protect him against the powerful sorceress, Circe.

Personal Skills:

Eye of the Mind (True) - A
A heightened capacity for observation, refined through training, discipline and experience. A danger-avoidance ability that utilizes the intelligence collected up to the current time as the basis, in order to predict the opponent’s activity and change the current situation. This is not a result of talent, but an overwhelming amount of combat experience. A weapon wielded by none other than a mortal, gained through tenacious training. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.
Known as Odysseus the Cunning, Odysseus had to rely on duplicity and wit in order to survive.

Charisma - B
A composite Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles.
Odysseus was the king of Ithaca, and was known for his sharp tongue along with his sharp mind. He lead the Greeks to victory in the Battle of Troy.

Subversive Activities - A
The talent to reduce the enemy forces in the preliminary stages before going into battle. An expert of traps. However, the higher the ranking of this Skill, the more one's spiritual status as a hero declines.
The Trojan Horse, an idea made by Odysseus, was one of the deciding factors for victory in the War of Troy.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Toxo Tou Apollona

Title: "Trial of the Twelve Axe Shaft" 十二斧の試練

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 10~50

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Based off of the trial Odysseus's wife, Penelope, made for her potential suitors in order to be worthy to marry her. The test was to be able to string Odysseus's bow and fire an arrow through twelve axe shafts, a feat only Odysseus was able to achieve. This was made evident when Odysseus completed both trials effortlessly, disguised as a beggar at the time.
The bow is restrung, and Odysseus infuses magic into his arrow. After the ability is activated, Odysseus fires an arrow at high speeds that cannot be blocked. The arrow will tear a hole through any and all twelve obstacles in the way of its path. If it is an entity that cannot be pierced in this way, the arrow will form a hole through spatial distortion. Otherwise, the arrow will pierce and destroy any in its path. Buildings are considered single entities, no matter what the building has or how many other entities it has inside. The emphasis isn't on hitting the target, but on creating the twelve holes, and as such, Odysseus may intentionally aim at a target behind his intended target in order to pierce a hole through them. Cannot pierce other Noble Phantasms with A+ or above ratings, as well as any conceptual weapons that are stated to block all ranged attacks. After the arrow pierces its 12 targets, it lose its piercing effect and work just like a normal arrow being fired, with its strength being dependant on how long it was drawn.
In order to avoid the arrow while one is a target, one must make a LCK check. Otherwise, making an AGI check will result in avoiding the arrow's path.

True Name: Cao Cao
Class: Assassin
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: A cunning, pragmatic man that cares nothing for what others think of him. He cares little about status or traditions and judges people based solely on their ability. However, despite how ambitious and unscrupulous he is, he still possesses a high amount of personal integrity and treats his allies and subordinates well. On a personal level, he is stern and stoic, but often drops sarcastic jibes in a completely serious tone.

Biography: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cao_Cao

Weapon: Wields an elaborately decorated Chinese jian sword inlaid with seven precious gems.

Parameters:

• STR- C
• END- C
• AGI- B
• MAG- D
• LUK- B

Class Skills
Presence Concealment
C: Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. The rank of presence concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Personal Skills

Disengage:
A: The ability to withdraw from the battlefield, or reset the battle conditions. Restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value. At the same time, it forcibly releases some of the bad status ailments inflicted on the user of this Skill.

Subversive Activities:
C: The talent to reduce the enemy forces in the preliminary stages before going into battle. An expert of traps. However, the higher the ranking of this Skill, the more one's spiritual status as a hero declines.

Eye for Art:
C: Infatuation with works of art. If he happens to see a Noble Phantasm that possess artistic anecdotes, there is a medium chance that he might be able to figure out its true name.

Noble Phantasm

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao Arrives - Legacy of Wei
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Cao Cao is so famed for his military tactics and general ruthlessness such that a modern Chinese saying is literally "Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives", equivalent to the Western phrase "Speak of the devil". Whenever his true name is uttered, Cao Cao is capable of utilizing Spatial Transference to transfer himself to within ten feet of the person who spoke his name. The transference is not silent, and the target will be aware that Cao Cao has appeared, though Presence Concealment will still be active. However, the prana cost of this ability increases with his distance to the speaker, and anything greater than a city's length is impossible for a Master's prana reserves to sustain. Anything greater than half a city's length will generally exhaust a Master's prana reserves. Moreover, Cao Cao only has five seconds to decide whether or not he wishes to teleport to the speaker, as he will have no clue of what the speaker's defenses will be like. This Noble Phantasm can backfire greatly against Cao Cao if he warps into a heavily-defended area.

Name: Yukimura Sanada

Class: Lancer

Gender: Female



Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Yukimura Sanada does not have the most difficult to understand personality. She acts very Hot Blooded, thus she is very quick to act and does not think things through entirely before taking action at times unless someone calms her down and makes her cool off. Often enough she is friendly, even with those who would be her enemy, and greatly loyal to those on her side. Said to be passionate, she sympathizes strongly with others and is easily swayed by tales or deep emotion shown to her, if not a bit gullible due to that. She often acts fearlessly and somewhat recklessly, but tends to mean well.

History: Proper History aside from Genderswap

Weapon: Fancy Spear with a red shaft and two side prongs near the head (Also called a Jumonji Yari), War Horse, Flag of Sanada

Parameters:

STR: B

CON: B

AGI: A

MGI: D

LCK: C

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance - C: Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. Lancer obtained this skill both due to her class, and her association with an area where Mystery was still present. Due to not being directly involved in anything mysterious or magical though, the skill is capped out at a low ranking.

Riding - C: Despite being a Lancer, she rode a horse often in life due to her position. Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. Only those however, and nothing else.

Personal Skills:

Battle Continuation - B: Lancer doesn't give up to the very end, and fought to the very last breathe. Thus she has a Battle Continuation that allows her to fight even with deadly injuries.

Bravery - B: The ability to negate mental interference such as pressure, confusion and fascination. Not once did she Falter in all her battle, proving to be a brave warrior.

Overcoming Numbers - A: Many of Lancers battles were fought unevenly, as the other side always had more soldiers, thus causing Lancer to become skilled in facing multiple enemies and being outnumbered. Thus when Lancer fights multiple enemies, or more enemies then there are allies including herself, she gains a temporary boost to her Parameters, increasing Strength and Endurance by one rank.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Sanada-maru

Title: The Impregnable Fortress at Osaka Castle

Rank: B+

NP Type: Barrier

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: -

Description: During the Siege of Osaka, Yukimura had a makeshift fortress made to fight against the Tokugawa when greatly out numbered. No matter what the opposing army tried, they could not destroy the fort or make it inside. When activated, it calls forth the Fortress itself. It can be used as a defensive measure, calling just the front wall of the Fortress as a form of shield, or the whole Fortress can be called forth.

Sanada-maru can not be harmed by attacks under B Rank, but can also not last against Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasms or attacks that reach the same level. When faced against an attack or Noble Phantasm of the Anti-Army Rank though it's defense grows stronger.

Name: Crimson Demon of War

Title: The Last Sengoku Hero

Rank: A+

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 1-100

Description: Rather than a feat or equipment, this Noble Phantasm embodies Yukimura Sanada's Legend as The Crimson Demon of War. Crimson Demon of War is a Noble Phantasm that not only embodies her legend of War, but her actions through war as well. The Crest of Yukimura Sanada's Clan was six coins to pay for crossing the river of the underworld, which symbolized the motto "Always ready to Die for a worthy cause." Yukimura took the Flag of Tokugawa in an all out attack when it became apparent they would not win, going all out and telling the army to Fight to their Hearts Content with the Goal of Tokugawa Ieyasu's Head. As well, she is known for being a strong warrior who always overtook the battlefield.

When activated, she can temporarily become akin to her title, a Crimson Demon of War. Wreathed in Flames due to her favored color causing her to often be associated with Fire, she smashes forward with incredible force in a flurry of all out attacks similar to a warrior forcing their way through the front lines to the General of another Army. A continuous attack that holds the power of a relentless army in war. Crimson Demon of War immediately ends if she stops moving, and once over Yukimura's Strength, Endurance, and Agility all drop a rank for Twelve Hours.

If activated when Battle Continuation has activated, that is to say when haven taken a deadly injury or being the point of it being fatal, the power of Crimson Demon of War increases as Yukimura's all out attack but it is likely to leave her unable to battle afterwards.

Name: Chi-You, "God of War, "Tyrant of the Hmong"

Class: Saber (Alternately can utilize the Caster or Berserker classes)

Gender: Female

Appearance:

She also stands at a tall, Amazonian-level height of 6'8", about in inch shorter than that of the King of Conquerors himself in regards to her height.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Chi-You is an individual who rules like that of a tyrant, taking what she wants, doing what she wants, and conducting herself as she wants without caring what others think nor caring what she does to others. However, she does have some respect and will show favor to those who are her allies and subordinates, while being merciless and cruel to those who are her enemies without a second thought. She enjoys the throes and action of battle, though at the same time is not a complete "blood-lusted fool" as is very willing to employ and use whatever strategies she feels best for a situation (even if they are very much underhanded). Indeed, she is even willing to listen to the strategies of those who are her subordinates or allies, at least if she finds those plans to be competent enough ones or feels a whim to follow along with another's plan. While willing to be patient for the sake of victory or plans he has laid out, if her master or allies sit about doing little to nothing for too long, or try to go with plans she perhaps finds to be "foolish" or "stupid", she is of the sort who might very well just storm off and take action without the approval of her master or her allies.

For the tyrant that is Chi-You, no goal is too impossible, no enemy unable to be subjugated, no challenge unable to be conquered, and no prize that is not worth fighting for (unless she honestly finds it stupid). Indeed, she admires behaviors similar to that of herself, and based on personality alone might just be compatible to become best friends or absolute rivals with a certain "King of Conquerors" on sight.

History:



Weapon: Fivefold Primordial Armaments

Parameters:

STR: B

CON: A

AGI: B

MGI: B

LCK: D

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: B

-Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for Chi-You to be affected.

Riding: C

-Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Due to her lack of really riding a mount in legend, this skill is merely an "added bonus" granted to her by virtue of being under the Saber class container.

Personal Skills:

Eye for Weapons: C plus

-A skill of those who forged or created weapons in life, or in short the ability for a legendary weapons-maker or weapon-smith to recognize the identity other Noble Phantasm weapons and their attributes. This skill requires a LCK check to work.

Chi You is able to easily and virtually instantly recognize any Noble Phantasms that are the human-forged "children" or derivatives of her own original five weapons, though beyond this does not really have the talent to recognize any other Noble Phantasm weapons not related to her own (though there is a chance she could discern some of their attributes or the area of the world they originated from on sight).

Monstrous Strength: B

-Is a Skill that permits the augmentation of its holder's Strength parameter by one rank for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. This Skill is borne from the holder's nature as a monster or Demonic Beast. In the case of Chi-You, this causes her to temporarily go into her "monstrous form" during the time she is using this skill, while at the same time temporarily sealing her "Divinity" skill while she is using this skill in particular.

Chi-You in life was said to "have a bronze head", one that was "like that of a bull with two horns", also with "metal foreheads" as well as "4 eyes and 6 arms, wielding terrible sharp weapons in every hand" as well while her body "was that of a human". This monstrous form of Chi-You is a terrible thing to behold, and to fight according to Chi-You's exploits in battle. She is also capable of summoning fog and lightning while she is within this form to boot.

Divinity: A

-Is the measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels one is treated as a mixed race of a Divine Spirit, and the level declines when the Heroic Spirit's own rank as a Monster or Demonic Beast raises. It can also decrease due to one's dislike for the gods. Those who have A Rank Divinity or above has reached the throne of a god. It also has an effect which reduces special defensive values called 'purge defense' in proportion to the Divinity's Rank. It can break through Skills such as Protection of the Faith and Enlightenment of the Sacred Fig.

As a Saber, Chi-You embodies her more human as well as her "godly" aspect that she gained from being worshiped and deified after her death.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Fivefold Primordial Armaments

Title: "The Original Weapons of War"

Rank: A plus plus

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 5

Description: This Noble Phantasm is Chi-You's set of five weapons she possessed in myth, the first military weapons of their kind that after her death would themselves be the basis and inspiration for all Noble Phantasms of their types throughout history. In short, Chi-You possesses, can utilize, and as a servant is able to switch between the original: sword, halberd, shield, bow (which uses arrows made of her prana like the bows of Archer servants), and war axe. Each of these weapons are very high-grade Noble Phantasms, though akin to something like Excalibur it does not cost Chi-You any prana to physically wield and switch between these weapons or wield multiple weapons, nor does she have to activate this Noble Phantasm to switch weapons or wield multiple weapons.

These weapons, being the first of their kind, will naturally be superior over any of their human-forged "derivatives" that came after them if/when they clash with each other in combat.

Where this Noble Phantasm's true power shines, however, is the secondary aspect of this Noble Phantasm which combines these original weapons with Chi-You's authority after being deified and worshipped as a God of War and Weapons after her death. Chi-You is able to activate this Noble Phantasm formally to cause any of her weapons to temporarily (as in for just one use at a time) transform into any of their human-forged derivative Noble Phantasms (which have been created for the "art of war" as well) that she has analyzed with her "Eye for Weapons" skill. For instance, being able to cause her sword to transform into Balmung and fire off Balmung's attack if she has analyzed Balmung, or being able to have her shield take on the powers of Rho Aias if she analyzes the actual Rho Aias or its conceptual variant. After mimicking these attributes/powers of other Noble Phantasms at least once, she is able to mimic them again at will at later times without having to see the mimicked Noble Phantasm again.

Yet the key weakness of this secondary aspect's power is that she cannot have her weapons transform into those that are not derivatives of them such as javelins, spears, or conceptual weapons such as Jeanne de Arc's "La Pucelle" that are a crystallized feat or some subtype of reality marble and the like. She cannot have her weapons transform into weapons that came before her time (pretty much meaning that she could never mimic "Ea"). The secondary aspect of this Noble Phantasm would be sealed off as well if she was summoned as a Berserker. Similarly, if she cannot properly see a Noble Phantasm to use her "Eye for Weapons" skill on, such as when Diarumid has his spears completely covered up in battle like he had them at the beginning of Fate/Zero, wherein she cannot see the weapons well enough to recognize it. Further, all transformations for her weapons occur at the speed of a one-count spell.

Name/Title: Lorelei Baggett

Gender: Female

Age: 5 (is a homunculus)

Personality: Lorelei is a normally rather calm homunculi, bearing herself well in general situations while still being capable of various emotions like any other human being when placed in various scenarios. A curious individual, she does enjoy learning about new things and new places, though in regards to the Grail War she takes things rather seriously due to its conditions. She will not hesitate to defend herself or to kill those that try to kill her, though is still willing to be involved in things such as alliances and strategies to help ensure her and her servant's survival as much as is possible in this Grail War. Though she sees herself as a "researcher", "historian", and "magus" more than anything else, she knows that regardless of this she will need to fight if she is to survive any span of time in this conflict.

Appearance:

Biography: Lorelei is a homunculus of the Baggett Family, a family of Western Alchemy practicing magi who are specialized at the crafting of homunculi as well as transmutation. Though they hone these arts like other magi families, the Baggett Family like many also seeks to acquire a route to access "The Root", or Akasha. Yet their method is admittedly strange. They seek to record and gather up as much of the history of the world of magi that they can amass, analyzing it in hopes to discover a route to Akasha. In short, they want to examine and use data gathered from phenomena, historical magical events, unique magical objects artifacts, and seeing what others have done to try to get to Akasha among other sorts of things in order to discover a path to The Root. It is to this end that the family considers themselves "magus historians", and as members of the Magus Association have further been employed to help archive and keep up with "unimportant" records and such that many of the lords of the Association do not desire to handle, update, or even really keep track of due to the task being a "waste of their time".

The Baggett family has always made sentient homunculi to use for gathering data and records of events, and rarely used them to intervene in matters they feel to be "too risky" for the safety of magi as a community. Further, homunculi are given the Baggett Family name for the sake of formalities and denoting who made them should they run into other magi. Oddly enough among magi and alchemists, these homunculi are treated as part of the Baggett Family itself, being seen in the same light as Baggett Family members in that they are valuable contributing members to the family's goal of reaching Akasha. Indeed, to the Baggett Family their magi and homunculi are all valuable assets in their research.

With this all in mind, the Baggett Family created Lorelei, a homunculus who is the third model in her line who was made to act as a support for familiars (able to sustain them while using them to scout) as well as to assist other Baggett Family homunculi and magi in the field in a support role. Yet when word of the Holy Grail War eventually arose, she was pulled from being sent into the field like prior models and was instead prepared to be entered into the Holy Grail War. As a master Lorelei is to participate in the latest Holy Grail War to observe the war, to win it and safely analyze the Holy Grail if possible, and to survive if at all possible to bring back whatever data she can gather to the Baggett Family. Beyond that, she is free to wish upon the Grail as she wishes if she is to earn it. However, if the Holy Grail is deemed too much of a danger to the world or to magi society...she is to seek to destroy the Holy Grail at any costs and by any means necessary.

Family History (if applicable): (Was incorporated with the "Biography" section above)

Origin: Life

Elemental Affinity: Ether

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: 1.41596782

Magecraft:

-General Magecraft (self-explanatory)

-High Speed Aria: Is a skill of modern magi, allows chanting of incantations at a faster pace. Activation of thaumaturgy is done in half the normal time (ex: Ten-Count spells are done in 30 seconds).

-Healing Magecraft: Is the type of thaumaturgy involving recovering the flesh of injured people and of detoxification. She has been designed to be highly skilled in this area, and has a wide array of healing spells and even multiple ten-count spells for use in healing herself as well as healing and supporting whatever servant she managed to summon. Her healing magecraft works by greatly speeding up the rate at which the body heals and repairs itself through stimulating the cells in the affected area. Similarly it is through the stimulation and manipulation of the cells and enzymes of the immune system and body in general that the detoxification of poisons and other chemicals in the body is achieved.

-Western Alchemy: Basically she has very high levels of skill in and knowledge of Western Alchemy, including: transference of consciousness, transmutation, and the coining of homunculi.

Equipment: Mystic Codes as well as mundane stuff. Everything they walk into the RP with. Unless you're really rich with an illustrious family backing you, you shouldn't have tons of Mystic Codes.

-Enough money to live in a top-floor hotel room for up to a week and a half, including meals, travel by taxi or similar modes, and to get any additional supplies needed for the war on-site.

-High Quality First-Aid Kit: Put together for her back home, it includes: containing two bottles of strong antibiotics, two syringes that come with four spare needles each, lots of gauze and bandages, an emergency third disposable syringe of epinephrine, 2 bottles of disinfectant, ointment for burns, antibiotic ointment, and a loaded flare gun with four additional rounds.)

-15x "Hallucinogenic" magic Gas Grenades: Mystic Coda that were crafted by the Baggett Family using Western Alchemy, they are grenades that activated by a single-action spell to activate their internal timer before they are thrown like a regular grenade. Upon detonation, they release a wide and thick cloud of neurotoxic and hallucinogenic gas that can become very deadly to humans and other magi that breathe it in. The hallucinations are very quick-acting, and are meant to completely disorient victims' senses and mind, as well as cause them to begin to experience terrifying and strange hallucinations meant to distract them. The neurotoxin in the gas is meant to leave victims weakened or to drive them to flee from the area, though lingering in the cloud of gas for about five minutes will dose them with a fatal amount of neurotoxin.

Mainly meant for escaping dangerous situations, these grenades can also be used to try to kill enemies by boxing them into an area and detonating a grenade there.

-1x Gas Mask (to avoid being affected by her grenades)

Skills:

-She is a moderately good cook

-She is highly trained in first aid treatment (goes with her First-Aid kit)

-She is a professionally trained piano player

Name/Title: Hisoka Matsunaga

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Personality: Hisoka is a stoic man who often keeps to himself, preferring to stay quiet. When he does talk, he is blunt and to the point, never one to waste words. He prefers to have his actions speak louder than his words, at most times.
A cunning realist, Hisoka always looks at things in a pragmatic sense. He sees magecraft solely as a tool to be used, just like the many other weapons in his disposal.
Despite having a rather straightforward way of dealing with things, Hisoka still keeps his own code of honor. He avoids any outright killing, preferring to instead completely disable his enemies. He's also loyal to his employer, no matter what circumstances change, so long as he isn't double-crossed, himself.
He's also best described as a drifter, prone to wandering from place to place and picking up whatever he finds along his travels. If he's bored with something, he tends to abandon it in favor of finding something else to entertain himself with.



Biography: Hisoka was born in Osaka, and was generally raised like most heirs in a magus family. He was given more free reign to pursue what he wished to do, considerin the Matsunagas' liberal stance in regards to the ways of a magus. While he was young, he had a strong belief in self improvement, both mentally and physically. He trained in martial arts as well as magecraft, having a knack for Reinforcement magic. Because of this, as well as having the low quality magic circuits Matsunagas generally have, Hisoka was lead to believe that he has to train more on relying upon himself rather than his magecraft.
Hisoka left his home at the age of 17 after learning what he felt was enough of his family's magecraft. He put himself out as a mercenary for any magic-related activities within the world. Being rather skilled at hand-to-hand combat as well as picking up the use of more mundane tools between his travels resulted in him gaining renown in the Magus world. Most, however, don't consider him a true magus due to how he operates.
Within his travels, Hisoka picked up a few things, such as a better understanding at general magecraft (in order to better counter it). In terms of more martial skills, he learned how to use a multitude of firearms over the years, although preferring to fight his enemies in close combat when possible. Whatever free time he had, he'd have always spent it on learning another martial art, caring more for his physical skills than his magical ones.
When Hisoka's command seal appeared four years ago, he had put himself in a hiatus to prepare for the Grail War, dedicating it mostly to researching other potential Masters. He also used this time to achieve his first black belt in Kyoukushinkai Karate.

Family History: The Matsunaga family is known for its skill in Material Transmutation. The Matsunagas trace their roots to the Edo period, and were known to be excellent weaponsmiths at the time. Magi normally look down upon the Matsunagas because of this. Even today, the Matsunagas tend to work as freelancers, and have yet to establish a permanent place within the Magus Association. This is doubly so do to their lack of quality magic circuits.

Origin: Plunder

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: D

Od: A

Magecraft: General Magecraft: Gained from his family
Advanced Reinforcement: The signature Magecraft of Hisoka, as well as being one of the main Magecrafts for the Matsunagas, Hisoka is able to push his body to extreme limits using reinforcement, as well as the reinforcement of most weapons and items. Melee weapons are affected more than projectile weapons, such as guns.
Matsunaga Family Seal: Located on the right shoulder, the seal contains the circuits of the Matsunaga bloodline going as far back as the late Edo period. The quality of the circuits, however, are all still low.

Equipment: Mystic Code - Entropic Staff: Made by the Matsunagas in order to deal with their low quality Magic Circuits. A steel quarterstaff that amplifies the magical energy used for any reinforcement spell, so long the staff is being reinforced. Can split into two batons.
Staff case.
Two Lionheart LH9s.
Unscoped PSG1.
Gun case.
Enough ammo to last at least the first half of the war.
Reagents and materials needed for basic formalcraft rituals.
Office equipment.
Tools used to perform lab research, both mundane and magical, mostly for things like forensics.
Laptop.
Smartphone.
Clothes.

Skills: Understanding of the basics of Hand to Hand combat, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Purple Belt, Muay Thai Training (5 years), Kyoukushinkai Karate Black Belt, Aikido Yellow Belt, Mastery of using quarterstaves to fight, Mastery of using batons to fight, Intermediate at Kendo (Four years to prepare for the Grail War,) Intermediate at Archery (Four years to prepare for the grail war,) Anatomical knowledge (Knowing where certain parts of the body is, ie pressure points), Driving, Horseback Riding, Shooting, Physical Fitness, Minor Technological Acuity, Basic grasp of Military Tactics

A dreamer and a doer. Hugues de Payens embodies a sense of grandiosity in underlying action and mind. Anything short of perfect execution on multiple levels is paramount to failure for the knight, though his constitution affords him an unbreakable aura of steadfastness and placidity. Calm, dignified, and respectful, Hugues carries himself as a truly honorable figure, though tends towards the way of unintrusive. He himself is aware of this, and wonders at times why he wasn't summoned as an Assassin-class servant instead.

Biography ::

Born in France in the year 1070 AD, Hugues de Payens was destined to form the Knights Templar alongside a handful of other knights. As the First Grand Master of the Order, Hugues efforts prompted the rise of a great religious military force in the old world, defending the so-called Temple of Solomon and serving in the Crusades as some of the most skilled warriors of the war.

Within their decline is steeped many mysteries, and to this day their ties to shadowy organizations continues to mystify the modern world. From their secretive activies sprouted the formation of the greatest and most powerful organization of the world, the Illuminati.

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Weapon :: A simple silver longsword.
Parameters ::
STR ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [C]
CON ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [A]
AGI ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [D+]
MGI ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [D]
LCK ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [A]

Class Skills ::
Riding - C ||
Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles.
Hugues de Payens unnamed horse, the symbolic horse of the Knights Templar which carried both himself and Godfrey de Saint-Omer, is the mount of choice. Being a horse known for carrying two persons into victory, the mount can similarly carry both Hugues and another individual without any detriment to its ability.

Magic Resistance - B ||
A Class Skill denoting the Servant's ability to resist magical effects.

Personal Skills ::
Golden Rule - A ||
Beyond the Knights Templar being associated with the first instances of banking in the old world, the extension of the order into what became the Illuminati affords Hugues de Payens a level of wealth and resources that goes beyond 'mythic status' and into a virtually immeasurable rating. Being the Grand Master of an organization effectively ruling the world in the shadows, money as an object is inconsequential.

Shadow Author - A ||
A special version of Charisma that specializes in the commanding of forces towards a particular plan. Boosts the Luck of allies so long as things 'go according to plan'.

Never Alone B ||
An anti-Assassin skill that diminishes the bonuses enemy Servants get for facing Servants one-on-one or utilizing sneak attacks. Has the added effect of a pseudo-Presence Concealment skill that masks their presence as multiple individuals rather than as one.

= Noble Phantasm =

Umbra Mundi - The Plan That Stretches An Eternity
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Team
Maximum Number of Targets: Indefinite, diminishes in effectiveness with more targets.
Description: From the formation of the Knights Templar to the present day, the machinations of mastermind Hugue de Payens have been scripted to a 't', unwavering and near-perfect. Umbra Mundi represents the essence of Hugue's ability to plan ahead, and manifests as numerous allies of the Order appearing on the scene. The wraiths are the remaining deceased of the Knights Templar or the Illuminati seeking to continue their battle upon the world. Only those wraiths residing within the 'nation' Hugues resides within can be drawn to the scene. The wraiths manifest as far more 'tangible' or 'real' existences thanks to Umbra Mundi, allowing them to interact with the world in a much more corporeal manner.

Though they are powerful entities, they are lesser in nearly all respects to a Servant, and so cannot be classified as Anti-Army. They are meant to overwhelm smaller teams or individuals with compounded sub-Servant fighters.

Name: Rostam

Class: Rider

Gender: Male

Appearance: An immense man, muscular but balanced, Rostam stands ten and a half feet tall, towering over all around him with the stature of a giant. His face is thickset and handsome, with dark eyes, olive skin and a thick black oiled beard that falls to his chest.

He is clad in a silver suit of heavy scale armor, rows upon rows of interlocking steel that cover him from shoulder to knee. Most striking of all however is the dark reddish orange fur pelt he wears over this armor, covering his back, chest, thighs and upper arms before trailing behind him as a cloak. His arms however, are largely bare, and his lower legs, while covered by grieves, have many visible chinks. On his head he wears an immense horned skull fashioned into a helmet, its teeth resting on his brow, it's pale horns adding a further two feet to his already immense height.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: Proud and noble, Rostam is slow to anger and courteous in his words and deeds, being the shining example of a righteous Paladin of Ohrmazd. He is deeply sentimental, and thinks primarily of the reputation of his nation, his king and his god. In general, he is a ponderous easy going man who prefers to rely on simple actions and then react to the situation as it unfolds. Having lived for hundreds of years very little surprises him anymore.

Despite his exemplary qualities Rostam is also lacking in many regards. He is accustomed to victory by virtue of his exceeding natural gifts and does not take well to being bested, especially by means he considers underhanded or treacherous. When faced with frustration by these methods his usual solid composure is broken and he becomes angry and unreasoning.

Underneath all this Rostam suffers from a deep melancholy due to actions he regrets during his lifetime, and because of this his judgement can be questionable.


History: The great hero of Sakastan, Rostam was born the son of Zal and Ruduba, great nobles and Heroes in the ancient Kingdom. Raised by his parents, Rostam grew with supernatural speed, and by the age of eight was already larger than most of the warriors in his household.

One day the great white war elephant kept by his father went mad, and broke loose of his chain, rampaging around the grounds of Rostam's home. Rostam went forth to fight with the beast, easily pushing aside all the guards who attempted to restrain him for his own safety. Though only ten, he took his father's mace and killed the elephant with a single strike.

Blessed with a pre naturally long lifespan, Rostam would live for over a hundred years and would become the greatest hero of the Shahnameh. A giant of a man he grew too large for any horse to bear him, until he met with the giant steed Rakhsh, a stallion who possessed similar size, strength, and long life to his own. They became inseparable, and, when the King of Sakastan was captured by the Servants of Angra Mainyu they rode out into the desert to rescue him, making war upon the demons who had kidnaped him.

In the course of seven trials on this quest, Rostam and Rakhsh did battle with a monstrous lion, crossed a vast desert, slew and skinned a river dragon gaining its hide as invulnerable armor, defeated an evil sorceress, slew the demon king Arzang Div and his champion Olad, rescued the King Kay Kavus, and finally slew the demon sorcerer Div-e Sepid before takeing his skull as a helmet.

Rostam would dwell in peace after these trials for many years, but always a new war would spring up again, and he would be called away to fight. Every time he would lay waste to the invading army. Though facing countless champions and heroes over the years, only two would ever come close to matching him; the great hero Esfandyar and his own son, the warrior Sohrab.

Though he overcome both of these heroes in the end, their deaths would cause him only grief as he recognized Esfandyar's great virtue, and Sohrab's identity as his own child only to late.

In the end Rostam's extended lifespan would come to an end by treachery at the hands of his envious half brother Shaghad. Lured into a trap, robbed of his invulnerable dragon skin, he was trapped in a pit and pierced with countless poisoned spears together with Rakhsh.

Even this death by treachery and planning was not empty of glory however, for Rostam took far to long to die, and in that time was able to demand a dying wish of Shaghad. Bound by honor to obey, and thinking Rostam now helpless Shaghad granted him his last request of his bow and arrows. Seeing that Rostam still had strength left, and was stringing the bow to slay him, Shaghad took shelter behind a thick oak tree, but it made no difference. Rostam's arrow penetrated the heart of the tree and slew Shaghad on the other side, allowing Rostam to outlive his own killer.

Weapon: Rostam wields an immense mace of oak and iron. Long and heavy it is nearly the size of an ordinary man. The handle is gnarled wood, as hard as the iron that it is capped with. The head is roughly the size of a beach ball.

War Horse Rakhsh. Scaled armor. Babr-e Bayan & the skull of Div-e Sepid.

Parameters:

STR: A+

CON: A

AGI: C

MGI: C

LCK: C

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: C
Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals

Riding: A+
A skilled rider, he is capable of mastering a horse that no other hero could tame, and was even able to ride the divine Simorgh for a day. Due to his size however, it would be highly improbable that Rostam would be able to make use of any modern vehicles, even though he would be able to understand their function easily.

Personal Skills:

Battle Continuation: C
At this rank the Servant is capable of impressive feats of uncanny endurance, able to fight on with wounds that would ordinarily be considered crippling. It is even possible to remain alive with deadly injuries, though he cannot fight.

Blessed of Ohrmazd: A
The divine blessing of Ohrmazd. Ones lifespan is massively extended, and Strength is permanently ranked up. (accounted for in baseline stats)

Dragon Slayer: C
The slayer of a river Dragon, weaker by nature than the great Dragons slain by the likes of Sigurd and Beowulf. He receives an additional rank down for and having done it with the aid of Rakhsh. Nevertheless, his damage output is increased by 25% against dragonkind, and he gains 25% resistance to dragon breath.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Babr-e Bayan

Title: Imperishable Skin of the River Dragon

Rank: B

NP Type: Barrier

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: -

Description: The hide of a Persian river dragon, a mighty beast which was slain by Rostam with the aid of Rakhsh. The hide is the resistant to fire, water and weapons. All attacks of these types of C rank or below are unable to penetrate the suite at all and attacks of B rank and above will be reduced by the difference between the ranks (B rank attacks becoming E rank, A rank attacks becoming D rank.

This is not conceptual effect, but rather a form of conventional armor. As such attacks which penetrate the pelt will leave holes through which subsequent attacks can be made. Armor repair takes several minutes, and as such is not largely possible in the middle of battle. In addition, areas not directly covered by the pelt have no special protection, and hence Rostam's dragonhide is full of chinks.

The neck, armpits, forearms, back of the calves, inner thighs, feet, hands and face are all unprotected by this Noble Phantasm.

In addition to the pelt, Rostam possesses a magical skull helmet which has been assimilated into the noble Phantasm, the two artifacts becoming simply part of "the marvelous armor of Rostam." It possesses identical properties to the dragon pelt, allowing its protection to extend to his head, though his face remains largely uncovered.

The pelt grants Rostam B rank resistance to fire, negating all but the most hellish of fire attacks, and reducing those of A rank or over to mere E rank singes. Areas not directly covered by the pelt may still be burned however.

Despite his immense weight which should make the activity impossible, the resistance to water granted by the pelt allows Rostam to float freely in any body of liquid.

Babr-e Bayan is vulnerable to Hero's and Noble Phantasms which possess the attribute of Dragon Slayers, and suffers a two-rank degradation against such entities.

Name: Rakhsh

Title: Shining Lion Steed

Rank: B+

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1-25

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The peerless stallion of Rostam, Rakhsh is the mightiest of all horses in the Shahnameh. Immense in body and strength, Rakhsh stands over ten feet tall at the head, matching Rostam's stature and being the only steed able to carry him. A fierce hero in his own right Rakhsh has slain a monstrous lion on his own while his master was sleeping, and is a fearsome foe even when Rostam is not mounted on top of him.

Immensely swift, able to gallop at speeds which only the swiftest hero's can match on foot, and able to sustain these speeds over long periods. When galloping into battle Rakhsh is comparable to an oncoming tank which crushes all in its path.

As an Phantasmal Beast Rakhsh possesses strength and speed far above most ordinary heroes.

Rakhsh possesses refined senses of smell and hearing which exceed Rostam's own. Four times while the hero was sleeping unaware Rakhsh noticed the approach of a creeping monster and roused his master to wakefulness to defend himself. When it comes to vigilance against things such as traps, incoming missiles, or assassins using presence concealment, Rakhsh possesses abilities comparable to Arturia or Cuchulain, far exceeding Rostam's own.

Finally, Rakhsh possesses a highly gifted intelligence for a horse, approaching human reasoning. Though he cannot speak, he can understand most of what is said between parties, and is able to formulate battle plans and complex decisions of his own.

Name: Alex Bradan

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Personality: Alex is a generally calm detached individual who enjoys solitude, though he is prone to occasional explosions of anger. A man of considerable worldly experience he is adaptable and opportunistic, seeking to gain the advantage as decisively as possible before abandoning the situation, leaving others to deal with the fallout. While it could be said that he is heartless, it is more accurate to say that he conceptualizes the world as something he is an unwanted outsider to, and hence has no stake in.

In the event of an opportunity to do good without potential danger to himself, he will take it, but, as is the sad way of the world, such things are rare.

Appearance: Alex is an unremarkable man with the distinctly unkempt appearance of one who does not have to interact with society often. Stocky, standing around 5.8, his clothes are simple, graying jeans and a brown shirt over which he wears a dark green vest, faded and full of pockets. On his head is perched a sun bleached baseball cap. His face seems sunken and melancholy, with splotchy skin and a nine o'clock shadow that makes him look far more like any number of ageing sailors or fishermen rather than a magi.

He smells strongly of diesel and fish, and seems to be wreathed in cigarette smoke quite often.

Tiny signs of the zodiac are tattooed on the backs of his fingers in blue ink, one on each finger following their dates from right pinky to left pinky accordingly, with Cancer on the back of his right hand, and Capricorn on the left.

Biography: Alex Bradan is a drifting freelance magi who sails from port to port, plying his various trades across the waters. An assassin, a smuggler and, quite frequently a simple odd job man, he is a member of a small number of freelancers who use the sea as a means to mask their activities and stay ahead of the influence of the various political factions in the magi world.

A reasonably talented son of a minor magi family based in New York, Alex grew up near the sea, his family preferring coastlines as a place to regenerate their Od with especial speed. Not being in line for inheriting the family Crest, and not wishing to be used as a political piece, Alex left one day, preferring to wander aimlessly over the world and quietly study his magecraft alone rather than become Enmeshed in the Magi political scene. Having already undergone substantial training, he was able to use hypnotism to gain acceptance virtually anywhere, and eager to set out on his own, he left on a stolen ship one night and never returned.

Alex has lived most of his life on the move ever since, eventually putting together what amounts to a floating magi workshop over the past 30 odd years.

The owner of a serviceably seaworthy ship, he operates off the books and away from official channels, hypnotizing his way out of questions from ordinary authorities. Leaving no record among maritime authorities, and with few Magi operating at sea to stop him, he sails the world virtually unopposed, conducting his Astrology research in the isolation of his floating workshop under the stars on the open ocean.

When supplies run scarce or he desires to obtain something specific for his studies he goes looking for freelance work, popping up where his tarot card readings tell him, and where he is generally sure that work will present itself. Smuggling and various other forms of petty mundane crime are easy and lucrative, especially for a criminal who can hypnotize the necessary authorities into looking the other way in the event he is caught.

Far more lucrative however are the shipments of magical reagents and artifacts that make their way over the sea as the cogs of the Clock Tower demand. Even in this day and age some magi don't trust planes, and because erecting magical defenses over simple cargo is troublesome, there will always be some who decide that high magical security is more trouble than it's worth.

For a freelancer with the time on his hands to track the movements of such special supplies then, it is quite possible to stock a private workshop in this way, as well as make a profit on the side provided one is careful, and not to greedy.

Though he has survived however, Alex Bradan has not exactly thrived. With age beginning to creep up on him he is tormented by the knowledge that he had wandered aimlessly for most of his life, coming no closer to the Root or to any substantial legacy to leave behind for anyone.

Having read his tarot cards over and over in the past months, seeking to exercise the curse of his Origin he has, by seeming chance, pulled into the Harbor of Fuyuki city, whereupon he received a Command Spell. While not the best of Magi, the appearance of such a mark on his own flesh without explanation could only lead to an investigation, and eventually the drawing of a summoning circle...

Family History: A fairly average Magus family that moved to America around the turn of the century. Having lost contact with most of their connections, they became detached from their roots eventually becoming absorbed into various other bloodlines. Among it surviving disciplines is an affinity for Astrology. They have possessed an affinity for coastlines for almost their entire history, regenerating their Od faster in such places.

Origin: Departure (He has all but unlocked it, and strongly suspects it is something like this, even if he has never exactly pinpointed it.)

Elemental Affinity: Water

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Od: C

Magecraft:

Familiar Creation
Aria Count: Ritual
The creation of familiars, is able to convert typical small animals such as birds and insects, but is also capable of making Familiars out of more complex forms of life such as snakes and various amphibians.

Thaumaturgical Healing
Aria Count: Five Line
Basic Thaumaturgical Healing techniques, regeneration via stimulation of natural healing capacities. Developed out of necessity from living for long periods in relative isolation on the dangerous environment of the open seas. Sufficient to mend medium lacerations and contusions in a short period of time. More serious injuries such as broken bones or major blood loss will take around a day to repair via his techniques.

Curse of Brine
Aria Count: Single Line
A curse which attacks the senses of its victim, afflicting them with the sensations of drowning, while attacking their eyes and nostrils. The Curse is invisible, though it can be sensed by magi and dodged accordingly. It moves at roughly the same speed of a Gandr, and upon hitting its target, causes them to experience the sensation of their lungs filling with salt water. At the same their sinuses and tear ducts react as if having been suddenly doused with salt, usually causing a reaction of extreme revulsion accompanied with choking. The sensation lasts only a second or so, but depending on the constitution of the victim, recovery can take significantly longer. Multiple stikes from this curse will worsen the effect causing potential serious injury as the body begins to presume it is drowning. If hit sufficient times (4 or 5 in swift succession) the target can suffer a heart attack or fatal stroke.

Astrology
A highly skilled Astrologer, it is the one link to his family that he has cultivated over the years, and, the one vague impossible hope of reaching the root that he still maintains. Having spent absurd amounts of time studying the stars from the deck of his ship at night, he developed an instinctive grasp of the art and can enact some truly first rate magecraft in this area.

Though he has never possessed a seeing stone, he is able to read his Tarot Cards with such accuracy that he can replicate a considerable amount of their function with them, the images shifting on the card faces, changing and twisting to become the figures that are under his arcane scrutiny. This works only for him, and to an outside observer he seems to merely be staring at the cards vacantly.

General fortune telling and reading of potential fates is possible as well, with a great degree of accuracy, though genuine observation of the future is not possible for him. By performing tarot readings he is able to uncover broad details of the events he is trying to uncover. For example, should someone have singled him out for killing, pulling a Death card along with a Fool (representing oneself) Card becomes very likely, while other major events pertaining to the situation he bears in mind may be read in similar ways.


Tarots Fortune Curse
Aria Count: Five Line
The use of Astrology to grant either good or bad luck, preferably good luck to himself and bad to his enemys. Though vague, the effect is real, and any number of things can suddenly happen to intervene in his favor, or against that of the one he has cursed. From a pistol jamming to a well rehearsed spell somehow failing, things tend to fall in his favor, though he cannot form actual barriers or attacks with this. Causing an advancing foe to suddenly trip over their own feet, or accidentally slur part of an incantation would be a very common example of its effect when other nearby moving objects were not present.

Invocation of Scorpio
Aria Count: Five Line
A Fate manipulation, usually targeting oneself, it greatly boosts the likelihood of the target to succeed beyond expectations in a healing attempt, either by mundane or magical means. When targeting himself with this he effectively goes from a mediocre, to a fairly accomplished healer.

Invocation of Sagittarius
Aria Count: Five Line
A Fate manipulation, usually targeting oneself, it greatly boosts the likelihood of the target to accurately hit what they are aiming for, seemingly by pure chance. Its effect is similar to reinforcment, though the mechanics are completely difrent. Lasts 10 minutes. Under its effects, he goes from a poor marksman, to a somewhat reliable shooter.

Bounded Field
Aria Count: Ritual
A bounded field of concealment, directing attention away from that which lies within it. While the physical object is itself still visible, one finds their attention directed away from it. This is not hypnosis, as most attention diverting Bounded Fields are, but a complex form of Astrology, which reduces the chances that the contents are deemed worth paying attention to.

The field sends Alex a telepathic alert if another magi or high prana concentrated being enters it.

Equipment:

Mystic Codes

Smugglers Candle
A large greasy looking black candle. When flooded with prana, the wick ignites with a dingy flame and the holder begins to exude large quantities of thick fog that almost instantly obscure the caster and his immediate surroundings. This Fog blanket can extend for hundreds of feet as is capable of shrouding his entire ship in gloom, along with enough of the surrounding area to make its position ambiguous. He is also capable of directing these clouds after creation, choosing to condense or expand them, or have them move in a specific direction. Even larger banks of fog can be generated by feeding additional Od into the mystic code, but such enormous banks take several minutes to build up and can be expensive to maintain.

The candle is created with formalcraft, and is fueled by the blood and fat of bottom feeding fish.

Major Arcana Tarot Deck
A deck of Major Arcana Tarot Cards used to perform Astrological rituals. Technically a Mystic Code, it is more along the lines of a perminatly reusable reagent, having no specific function beyond the boosting of Astrology Magecraft. Each Card contains a minor trace of Prana within it.

Familiars: Alex possesses above average familiar control ability, and maintains something of a floating menagerie. Five gulls follow the ship on a near permanent basis, forming the flying arm of his familiar force. Below decks in his ship bottom workshop Alex keeps a large number (9) of snakes behind glass cases. They are Black-banded sea kraits (Laticauda semifasciata), extreamly venomous sea snakes that he has turned into familiars for the purpose of inflicting death.

Via transferal of consciousness he is able to possess the mind and senses of these snakes, piloting them as one would a drone to a position where they can bite his intended targets. Nearly 9 times as venomous as a cobra, they carry a lethal paralyzing poison that shuts down the body's functions until death.

The Scuttle: A small run down fishing trawler that has been converted into a mobile Magi workshop and home. Around 80 feet in length it is a stocky, high-prowed ship. Dull grey and streaked with rust it would appear perfectly in place in any low rent waterfront environment.

Despite its run down appearance the ship is fully seaworthy and quite capable of making its way inland.

The Scuttle has had Alex's Bounded field engraved into the inward sides of its hull, perminatly shrouding it in his concealment field.

Glock 38. A second 12 round clip stored in a hidden holster under his vest. More ammunition (around 100 rounds) is available on board the Scuttle.

Knife: A five inch hook bladed hunting knife stored in a similarly concealed sheathe on the other side of his vest.

Finances: Liquid assets worth around $20,000. This money is in cash and is considered non laundered.

Skills:

Ship piloting & Navigation
Having spent most of his life at sea he is fully familiar with the Scuttles operation as well as long distance navigation.

Marksmanship
An average to middling shot with his sidearm. While not particularly slow, he is no gunslinger.

Brawling & Knife Fighting
Skill in knife fighting and brawling. Though having no formal martial arts training, he has been in many fights over his life and understands the basics of combat.

Card Tricks
A skilled shuffler and slight of hand, able to move cards faster than many eyes can follow

Name: Siegfried.

Class: Saber.
Gender: Male.

Appearance:


Alignment: Lawful Good.

Personality: ‘A taciturn man whose passions run deep’ is a phrase that was used once, and still continues to be an apt descriptor. He speaks little, either to his Master or during combat, showing a preference for action over words, but there is still an innate kindness to him even now despite the intimidating figure he cuts.

Dutifully following orders, comfortable fighting evil no matter its shape -- indeed, his disposition as a ‘reliable hero’ is top notch. It is perhaps because of his dedication to being ‘an ideal hero’ that one of his key traits is apologizing even when something is not really his fault.

He shows no regrets about his later life, even if it was one full of wrong turns. Slaying Fafnir had been the climax of his tale, and afterwards, it is as though the Sun were to set for him -- but such a thing was fine. However, as a man whose principal characteristic as a hero was ‘one who carries out the wishes of others’, it is perhaps understandable that his dearest want is to, for once, take the reins of his own life. To fight evil, to aid the weak not because he is asked to, but because it is part of the ‘Good’ he believes in. That is his reason for taking up his blade and running off to the battlefield now. Because perhaps then he'd truly possess a reason to stand proudly.

If there is one thing he wishes, above all else, it is to be a true ‘Hero of Justice’.

History: A brief rundown

There was once a hero. A great hero who killed a dragon. He was brave, boisterous and beloved by everyone, with his tale sung across the world.

Siegfried is not that man. Siegfried is not Sigurd.

He lived his life as he did partly by choice, partly because he couldn’t have lived it another way -- letting the word ‘hero’ define his choices and actions. His tales came about not out of his own desire -- but because he was strong, and thus, others asked him to save or aid them.

‘Please, kill that dragon’.

‘Please, seduce the warrior queen’.

‘Please, love only me’.

He was only as free as the word (leash) ‘hero’ allowed him to be. Even though he could have given up the gold and resigned himself to a life as ‘another Prince of the Netherlands’, he didn’t, not because of his wants, but because ‘another could have stumbled upon the cursed gold’. Though he might have been able to flee with the warrior queen and lived a ‘happily ever after’, he could not, because he had made a promise. Though he needn’t have died to guarantee peace and avoid further bloodshed, it was an unavoidable fate regardless -- because such an end was the only one a hero would -- could -- have, because he ‘could not truly understand’ the feelings of those around him.

Thus--

‘Hagen, my friend -- please, kill me.’

He put that burden upon his one dear friend, the only request he ever made, sharing the lone weak spot left behind after he bathed in the blood of the evil dragon.

...In the end, all it accomplished was inciting the woman he had married to to become trapped in her own hatred, and for his dear friend to be remembered as a rare villain that had killed him through foul play. Though he died to stop it, he had only become more fuel to be thrown into the fire.

Are such things worthy of regret? Not even Siegfried knows anymore. But...wanting to have lived as ‘a hero’ -- because that was the one and only choice he was afforded -- cannot have been wrong, and it is the one thing he is sure about.

Weapon: A gargantuan greatsword, silver armor of high quality.

Parameters:

STR: B+
CON: A (Diminished to B due to Master)
AGI: B
MGI: C
LCK: E

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: -. Differing from the ‘resistance’ of a magus, the ability to outright negate or abate the effects of magecraft upon oneself. This skill has been lost due to the effects of his Noble Phantasm.

Riding: B. The ability to ride mounts. The Servant may expertly ride horses and other such animals, as well as modern appliances such as motorcycles or cars. However, state-of-the-art vehicles such as airplanes or submarines cannot be ‘ridden’ at this Rank, nor is it applicable to Phantasmal Species.

Personal Skills:

Golden Rule: C-. He possesses this skill as a result of the ‘cursed treasure’ featured in his legend. Money problems are unknown, but due to the nature of the wealth, LCK is permanently Ranked down.

Disengage: A (C). The ability to break away from combat. Battle conditions are reset to what they were at the beginning of the fight -- he claims to possess this ability because ‘retreating to better ground and laying traps’ are key aspects of dragonslaying. However, due to his disposition -- and also due to the lack of need to retreat in any way in his later life -- his skills in this area have dulled over time.

Dragon Slayer: A. A special skill obtained by those who have fought Dragonkind, offering significant bonuses to offensive and defensive power when fighting those with the 'Dragon' attribute. He holds this Skill at a high Rank befitting one of the most well-known dragonslayers -- but perhaps because of the nature of the legend, it cannot rightly be called something that stems from his own talent, but rather "the anecdote of killing a dragon."

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Armor of Fafnir.
Title: Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon.
Rank: B+

Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The so-called ‘invincible skin’ he received after bathing in the blood of the Evil Dragon, Fafnir. It made Siegfried into an ‘invulnerable existence’ that could no longer be harmed by anything on earth -- and, due to having drunk it, such a status also applies to his innards. Practically, it grants immunity to attacks of B Rank and below, and attacks of A Rank and above will only register after having the equivalent of a B Rank subtracted from their power. In addition, if faced with a Noble Phantasm wielded by a proper hero, the defensive value will rise to B+, except in such cases that the enemy attack possesses ‘dragon-slaying’ qualities. Reducing his silver armor to mere ornamentation, should Siegfried go all-out in a defensive battle, he is truly a moving fortress.

The sole exception to this is the spot on his back where a linden leaf once attached to him while he was bathing in Fafnir’s blood. Bereft of protection and cursed to be unable to cover it, even the weakest Heroic Spirit will be able to slay him if their blows strike true through this spot -- even with aid from a Master, wounds to this area will be difficult to heal.

Name: Balmung.
Title: Phantasmal Greatsword, Felling of the Sky Demon.
Rank: A+

Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 500

Description: A two-handed greatsword, boasting a magnificence and enormity that makes it seem as though it was not crafted by mortal hands. The holy blade of the Nibelungs, it possesses demonic attributes due to Gram, the demonic blade of its origin, and as such it will change attribute from ‘holy’ to ‘demonic’ depending on who wields it. In its pommel rests a jewel that has accumulated True Ether from the Age of Gods, and upon chanting ‘--O’ Sword, let thee be filled.’ as though a command, it will cause the sword to shine like the twilight due to its emanation. Upon slashing and announcing its name, the ‘twilight will coalesce’ and expand from the blade, a destructive wave released in a semicircular beam of energy centered around Siegfried.

It is noted to possess an abnormally fast activation rate in comparison to other Anti-Army Noble Phantasms -- and, in addition, due to having accomplished the deed of ‘dragon-slaying’, those with such attribute receive additional damage from it.

Name: David Ríos.

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: i.imgur.com/1vzXFMl.jpg

Personality: A man burdened by expectations and blessed (cursed) with ambition to exceed them. Perhaps it is just as well -- to the eyes of magi, such mindset is perhaps the only one worth having. Generally speaking, he appears to people as a personable individual -- and this would be true. He carries with him the pride one would expect the heir of a reputable family to possess, but he tries to keep himself from being too overbearing about it. While he can be somewhat insensitive towards those of younger families, his opinion on individuals is based solely on individual achievements, so he will naturally find those who ride on their family’s coattails to be revolting. He is an easy man to converse with, and also an easy man to be friends with.

However, though he might truly consider friends as such, he will nonetheless throw them under the train (so to speak) when the time comes should it prove beneficial for his ambitions. He might be saddened and mourn it, but such things will not stop him from stabbing another in the back should he stand a chance of furthering his -- or his family’s -- position. Someone might be worth praising, someone might be worth loving, but in the end, everyone and everything are but steps to be used to reach further beyond.

Such is his nature as a magus, and he will make no effort to lie to himself about it. And in this case, if he must trample over other’s wishes to attain his own -- well, his choice will still be rather obvious.

Biography: Heir to a lineage dating back six generations, it was only natural that he would have had expectations piled upon him even before birth -- his family had dedicated itself seriously to the path of magecraft from the beginning, and so, he was clearly expected to follow such a tradition to the best of his abilities. His parents had married out of convenience rather than love, hoping to produce a strong heir that would carry the weight generations upon his back, and he was supposed to be the ‘reward’ for their efforts -- a duty he performed beautifully, possessing above-average Circuit Count and Quality. In a way, from the moment of his birth, he was seen as a trophy rather as an actual individual.

It was not the warmest childhood, but it was not a bad childhood either. His parents certainly appreciated him, even if it was the ‘affection of a magus’ rather than the ‘love of family’, and so, he naturally drifted towards the path that they and their forefathers had trodden before him.

Without looking back, he embarked upon the ‘path of a magus’. Through the years, he strove to meet the expectations that had been placed upon him, seeking to excel, to be better than he was the day before, to carry his lineage with pride, only keeping touch with the mundane so as to uphold the ‘mask of normalcy’ his family had crafted  and shown to the society at large -- though, at times, mundane distractions had also been good ways to relieve stress accrued during his more esoteric pursuits.

Though he felt pride about each achievement, he felt no enthusiasm about the future that awaited him.

He wanted more. More than being a man whose only ambition was to further the family research and then pass it on to his own child. Though there were many that might have thought such an existence acceptable, to him it was something disgusting -- what was the purpose of being ‘one more’? Why not be ‘the one’ instead?

Delusions borne of childish pride. Though it was something any would hope for, down that path laid only disappointment, and he was aware of it -- nonetheless, it was still a thought that ate away at him.

Perhaps this Holy Grail is exactly what he needs, after all.

Family History:  As mentioned, the Ríos’ lineage dates back six generations. Though certainly possessing their fair share of clout, they are not the most famous of families, quietly staying in their little lot of land in Spain, concerned mainly with their research -- though this is not to say they do not have pride in their abilities, either. The beginnings of their family, according to them, came about with their ancestor slowly becoming fascinated with ‘dreams’ and how they interact with ‘reality’.

Roots of this will be found in various philosophical currents -- for instance, the dream argument and, more specifically, the tale of Zhuangzi. Senses are but flawed tools that we cannot expect to flawlessly communicate the ‘absolute truth’, and dreaming was an argument used by a certain philosopher to illustrate this point -- after all, if senses were truly faultless, then one would always distinguish a dream from reality -- which is not the case a majority of the time. Yet, this poses an interesting question -- how can a man be sure that the ‘reality’ they are living isn't but a dream we are still unaware of?

This is the core of the Ríos magecraft -- to craft not ‘a dream’ but rather ‘the ultimate dream’, one so perfect that it might be reality itself, with all it entails -- for this reason and with this path, they seek to discover Akasha, the first and last source of this thing we call ‘reality’ -- after all, what else but it would be capable of such?

If the Grail is truly an omnipotent wish-granter, then it might allow him to advance his research further should he manage to be a witness to the miracle its use would entail.

Origin: Ambition.

Elemental Affinity: Air.

Circuit Number: B

Circuit Quality: B

Od: B

Magecraft:

General Magecraft.

Bounded Fields
Not mere illusions that trick the senses alone -- the Ríos’ family true focus lies within this area, after all. Their true purpose is twofold:

First, the Bounded Field is to induce a ‘dreamlike state’ on the conscious mind. Dreams cannot be distinguished from reality in most cases and this is in no small part because they are ‘things which should not be questioned’ -- in a dream, everything is perfectly normal. This is the case for the effects this mental interference causes -- should the target fall to it, then no matter what happens, they would take what they perceive as ‘normal’, and the feedback to the brain will be what is ‘expected’. It is then that the second phase can begin.

The dreams by themselves aren’t the main danger -- they are as mediums through which the ‘curses woven into the dreams’ can actualize, a sort of karma bestowed upon the target causes them to follow the same fate as their dream self. Thus, if one were to be told ‘fall off a cliff and die’, the brain would shut down the moment the ground was ‘touched’.

Rather than ‘something that brings misfortune to the target’, it could be called ‘something that brings the target to misfortune’ in that regard.

Elemental Magecraft (Air)
Blasts of razor wind at high speeds, suffocation, pseudo-flight, mimicry...

Reinforcement.

Formalcraft.

Mystic Eyes of Enchantment
An ‘artificial’ pair, nothing too uncommon in the world of magi but, nonetheless, it can be a useful tool considering his family’s focus…

Ríos Family Crest
As it implies, the Crest of his clan, dating back six generations, through the Circuits are still middling in Qualtity for the most part. Located on his right forearm.

Equipment:
Enough funds to acquire a vehicle and then comfortably live through the War, provided responsible spending.

Various sets of clothes.

Mystic Code: ‘Tizona’. From an outside perspective, it looks like a finely-crafted wood handle with a small crossguard, likely dating back many years ago. ‘Air’ is a common element of his bloodline, and this particular tool was crafted to enhance their capabilities should a problem arise. Practically, this Mystic Code is inlaid with a formula that allows one to run prana through it in order to form a ‘blade of wind’, so to speak, changing the pressure in a localized area in order for this to happen. The air is not static, constantly cycling along the ‘edge’ in a manner not too dissimilar to a chainsaw, which is the main reason for its cutting power. Length can be altered depending on the Prana input, but it generally defaults to the size of a knife. Though hard to see, the distortion caused by the differing pressure means a keen eye (or an enhanced one) can make an accurate guess about its shape and overall length.

Skills: Driver: “It is far stranger if I don’t have a license, honestly.”

People Skills: He can be persuasive enough when he wants to.

Mean Fighter: “I might not have studied martial arts, but I am sure you haven’t been to Ramayosa on Friday night.”

Knifeplay/Swordplay: By no means great at it, but he knows enough to get by and not cut his own hand off.

Name/Title: Alice Margerite Arcobaleno

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Personality: Aloof, elegant, and haughty, as the daughter of a wealthy Italian family, she had every right to act so. She cared for nothing save herself, and for excitement, though she may intervene in some matters if it intrigues her. Only furthering her art, her magic truly makes her excited. That and formal duels between magus. That was not to say she was rude and violent all the time however, for her manners were immaculate, even when she was throwing a thinly veiled insult at another. The only reason she had even left to join in the Holy Grail war was to see how her magic compares to others.

Appearance:


Biography: She was never really interested in talking with others.

To Alice, most people were beneath her, though rarely will she wear her feelings on her sleeves. As the daughter of a magus family, she was taught from an early age as most were, having to balance her school and her magical learning at the same time. Alice focused more on her magecraft instead of school however, so she did not stand out much during her school days.

Once she was out of school however, she was free to pursue her own goals, as well as further her family's agenda. A perfect doll, without having to rely on golemancy or homunculi. Something she could use to lord it over the other families as they looked on with envy.

Family History (if applicable): The family had always been proud of their lineage, traced from a humble beginning as dollmakers, to a prestigious magus family of six generations. One of their more gifted ancestors went mad over the death of a loved one, and started out to research a way to make a living doll, unawares there was a way to make homunculus at the time. It was then that the family really started to get involved with magic, experimenting with a method of making an autonomous doll, an immortal being perfect in every way. Golems were ugly, and homunculi tends to have a lot of problems with their body, plus, they did not have knowledge in either field unlike certain other families. They have branched out over the years after finding out there were other magus families, but still they continued looking for a way to create the perfect doll.

Origin: Command

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Od: A

Magecraft:
General Magecraft

Advanced Bounded Field creations - Bounded fields usually purpose made for the transferrence of heat to a specific point once triggered.

Advanced Familiar creation - Her better made dolls will be utilized as a kind of familiar, being able to fight, using their bare hands or with any weapons she made for them, as well as as cast some of her simpler spells, which is mostly the fire slinging type.

Specialized Dolls control - Her family figured out a way of controlling several dolls at once, while also minimizing usage of energy to the barest minimum without sacrificing their performance.

Reinforcement

Fire Elemental Magecraft - Throwing out fire and the likes

Formalcraft

Equipment: Copper rings she uses to focus her mind onto her dolls, being able to control twenty with each finger, a chestful of chemicals(mostly saltpeter, sulphur and charcoal. Also contains some nitric acid, mercury and paint), large amounts of cloth, metal sheets, sewing kits, and three boxes of dolls, one containing about twenty of the smaller(about 30cm in height) dolls, and the rest containing two larger(about 1.5m in height) dolls each. She was two toolboxes for both mundane and magical tools. The mundane toolbox contains a screw driver, hammers, two measuring tapes, a box cutter, a hacksaw and replacement blades for it, and lastly a few boxes of nails and screws as well as loose nails and screws strewn about inside. The smaller toolbox meant for magical tools contains several types of chalk, the aforementioned copper rings as well as more replacements should one be gone for whatever reasons, three vials of blood, and in an enclosed slot, a book containing nothing but magical circles inside, should she ever need to refer to one.

Skills: She is extremely good at sewing clothes, and crafting dolls, as her family was, and still is a family of dollmakers, boasting high quality dolls of various makes for all sorts of buyers. She has some knowledge of metal working, though she uses magic instead to speed up the process. Drawing free hand is another skill that she possess, due to plans being part of her profession.

Name/Title:
Lord Ernest LaCreux

Gender:
Male

Age:
33

Personality:
Ernest is a grim, reserved man that carries an air of coldness about him. He speaks very little, and is a man usually quietly consumed by his own thoughts. There is an aspect of culture and knowledge to him, no doubt a result of his aristocratic upbringing, but it is executed in a frigid, almost machine-like capacity. He attempts to hide any emotion, but the romantic soul of his youth still cries deep within him, as if he is in a state of perpetual mourning. He executes his plans with a measured, calculating methodology that inspires a certain level of intimidation and respect. There is little room for pity or hesitation left in his heart, though he takes no pleasure in causing pain. In fact, even his harshest judgments tend to carry a sense of absolute necessity to them.

Appearance:
Ernest is a tall, thin, funereal man who seems aged far beyond his years. His skin is pale to the point of near-translucence, with a thin, delicate appearance to it. His hair is coal-black, with numerous slivers of silver cutting through, and is usually slicked back away from his face. His eyes are a pale blue, bordering on grey and possess a certain air of emptiness. He is typically dressed in a ink-black suit and tie, with meticulously polished dress shoes. In spite of his distinguished, aristocratic trappings, he has poor posture and a crooked, curving spine that further accentuates his sickly appearance. The LaCreux family crest resides on his left forearm.

Biography:
Ernest, in his early years, was regarded as a bright boy with exceptional potential. He, along with his younger sister, were born to the head of the LaCreux family and were trained in the ways of magecraft from an early age. Ernest excelled in the family's peculiar studies, and showed great promise as a mage even as a child. As he grew older, he grew into an even more formidable mage, and cemented his place as the seventh family head, much to his sister's chagrin. Their father passed the LaCreux family crest down to Ernest when he reached adulthood, and began teaching him the more closely guarded secrets of the family's magecraft. At the age of twenty-five, Ernest married a young woman named Marie, the daughter of a notable American mage family. The two lived a happy life for many years.

Poor fortune, however, often strikes at the moment of greatest bliss. Marie died in childbirth despite Ernest's best efforts to save her. The loss of his wife fundamentally destroyed the man Ernest had been, and the energetic young prodigy of the LaCreux family was no more. In his place was a sullen husk of a man, scarcely more alive than the corpses upon which he worked. Ernest became a recluse, and his behavior became more questionable by the day. He neglected his young daughter, leaving the girl in the care of his sister, and devoted himself wholly to magecraft. It was at this point that Ernest became aware of his origin: Loss, a fundamental loss of the irreplaceable. Rumors began to spread about the head of the family, with many claiming that he had lost his mind. Still, whenever the need arose, Ernest represented the family as its grave, though incredibly capable, patriarch. The prospect of gaining the Holy Grail drew his interest, officially as a means of venerating the LaCreux family name, though many have suggested ulterior motives.

Family History (if applicable): The LaCreux family has a long, storied, and mildly notorious history stretching back to the early 1700s. Almost from their inception, the family devoted itself to magecraft involving the manipulation of the dead. While many mages view necromancy as distasteful and ultimately pointless, the LaCreux have pursued the art with characteristic vigor, and have distinguished themselves time and time again through their efforts. Seemingly unfazed by the popular view of their magecraft, the LaCreux treat necromancy as an entirely valid field of study, and have produced a massive volume of literature detailing the finer points of the subject. They carry themselves as a prestigious mage family, and though many still question the legitimacy of their studies, they have managed to garner some modicum of respect from the Mage's Association. The family originally hails from France, but at some point relocated to the American city of New Orleans.

Origin: Loss

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: D

Magecraft:
Necromancy
The LaCreux's magecraft centers around the reanimation of corpses as familiars called Thralls. These familiars, while not on the level of golems or homunculi, are far from the typical rotting hulk of flesh used by many. They are somewhat 'intelligent', and can be programmed to follow a set of orders given by their master. In addition, the LaCreux often meld together pieces from multiple bodies to produce 'chimera' or amalgamate Thralls. Though Ernest is a respectable mage in his own right, he has never been able to reach the heights of some of his more gifted forebears.

Healing Magecraft
Ernest possesses a fairly robust knowledge of healing magecraft, which is primarily used in the maintenance of his Thralls, though he is more than capable of healing lesser wounds on himself or others. The magecraft functions through coursing magical energy through injured flesh to encourage and accelerate the growth of cells. While minor injuries are fairly simple, more serious damage can take quite a bit of time and energy to repair.

Shared Perception
Used by Ernest to employ his Thralls in reconnaissance operations, the effect is broken if Ernest himself is disturbed in any way.

Command/Telepathic Suggestion
A surprisingly weak magecraft employed by Ernest to command his Thralls. The use of telepathy makes long-range alteration of orders possible, though even the slightest interference can interrupt this connection. In case of such interference, a Thrall will follow the previous order parameters that were given to it.

Rudimentary Magecraft
Ernest has a decent knowledge of most basic magecraft, taught to him by his family to supplement his necromancy.

Equipment:

Mystic Code: La Fontaine
A tiny basin made of pale green crystal. The basin was supposedly crafted in ancient times and was looted from an Egyptian tomb by one of the LaCreux ancestors. Whether the story of its origin is true or not, the relic is an incredibly useful tool for any mage, as it draws in and stores residual mana from its environment. The relic has been passed down through the family for generations, and has made possible some of the more daring efforts of Ernest's ancestors.

In more recent times, La Fontaine has been used by LaCreux mages to supplement their own magical energy, particularly if their natural reservoir is lacking. The relic serves as a renewable mana source, though it takes a considerable amount of time for the vessel to 'fill'. This being the case, La Fontaine is typically used as a sort of magical battery, to provide an outside mana source should the need arise. When fully charged, the relic provides a reservoir of mana of about 50 units, requiring 3-7 days to refill, depending on leylines. The relic was at some point attached to a brass cane, which is now carried by Ernest at all times.

Other Equipment:

Various weaponry for the armament of his Thralls during the war.
-x4 CZ 97 B Handguns
-x1 Saiga 12 Shotgun
-x2 Bizon Submachine guns
-x4 Combat Knives, x2 Hatchets, x2 Machetes

A fair amount of funding.

A small supply of very expensive cigars.

A gold-plated lighter.

A limousine.

Two Thralls, constructed just prior to Ernest's arrival in Fuyuki.

A violin.

A very detailed map of Fuyuki.

A black umbrella.

Skills:

Semi-accomplished violinist.

Moderately good cook.

Above-average intelligence.

Name/Title: 中江透视 Nakae Toushi

Gender:Male

Age: 19
Personality: A young man without any real happiness or hatred of his circumstances. He dislikes himself and his eyes. But seeing as how his life, as much as it was shaped by his eyes was also something he built and chose for himself he cannot bring himself to try and change it. He is in a way complacent and accepting of his situation, as it was something he was born in and something that has dictated his life.

Despite not wanting to people’s lives were shared with him and so he had no choice to think about them. To intervene, to help, to simply give a small helping hand. Ideas like that came to mind from time to time. Yet to change one’s routine, to change one’s habits and approach so was something he was resistant to. Instead he continued to be an observer, one who sometimes pitied people for their pain, sometimes hated people for their misfortune and how it made him uncomfortable. Even more he dislikes himself for feeling so selfish over the suffering of others. It wasn't like people were trying to share it with him, there was nothing they did wrong.

Pain that still throbbed day from day, mental scars that were covered up so people could fit into society. He saw what lied underneath the surface and shoved it away, spitting upon it for his own convenience. To not do anything was okay he reasoned. But to ignore and deny the pain of others, to dislike them for it was something he could not justify even to himself. He drowned out any guilt by saying he was the most cursed of all, yet feeling the pain of others such whispers to himself feel hollow.

Pain is something he tolerates, pain is an annoyance. His aversion to pain is normal, but his tolerance and feelings toward it are more casual and greater than most people. To him people are a pain, in the manner that they can be annoying and in the way that they’re quite literally pain. Loneliness is something he’s used to, although he still feels the desire for companionship and as such talks to people through media. Even with something as an intermediary he does not like talking to people he is around regularly that much. Knowing, and to an extent, understanding their pain, there’s a certain amount of intimacy that feels awkward to him. In a way he felt sometimes that despite being in isolation he was too close to people. Few people could experience each other no matter how much they cared for each other, how deeply they knew each other as much as he did. They didn't, they couldn't feel each others pains.

Was it really worth knowing people then?

Not that he can do anything about it either way.

Appearance: Wispy locks of black hair reach down to barely cover his ears and eyes. Yet even through that and his own attempts to keep his eyelids closed in his eyes are big and wide as if trying to taken in the world, happily molded to be quite visible. In the end they're contrasted by the minor signs of wrinkles around his sockets from from squinting his eyes all the time. Not all that particularly tall, if anything a bit on the short side. His body is normal, his athleticism is normal. He doesn't wear clothes to stand out, instead wearing whatever comes to mind. Fashion isn't something he cares of too much, nor is knowledgeable of as he finds it difficult to pay attention to things like that.

In the end he gives a sense of being a bit unwell, to the extent that you don't want to really deal with him, but not to an extent that you'd feel concern over.

Biography:
He was a sort who did not deal with people, not by avoiding and shunning them, a way in which one would abjectly be marked as a different existence and either be rejected in turn by people just as they rejected people, or alternatively be an outsider they wished to pull in their midst. No, he was a sort who simply went with the flow. He talked to people but did not invite much interest or returned much attention. He acknowledged others and they acknowledged him, but such an acknowledgement was like the acknowledgement of a stranger. There was someone you knew who existed but that existence was inconsequential to your world, your life, your reality.

He grew up in in a small town, the only son in a family that had been part of the town for a long time. His family consisted of a father who often was working, a dealer of antiques who traveled to foreign places from time to time, always returning bringing a mixture of things to appeal to customer and things strange that simply caught his interest. A man enthusiastic about his work but not quite passionate. To him it was like a hobby, one he was invested in but not one where he devoted himself to. Yet it was more of a something to fill his interest than the life of a normal man, the life of a normal parent. His other parent was his mother who passed away before he had the chance to know her.

And in a way he never truly came to know anyone else.

Ghostly scars, glowing and translucent like jelly, cancerous small lines and blobs that clung to people, that weighed them down and seemed to spasm with life. They were not real objects, they were not a thing that existed, they were a thing no one else saw. Only he could see them, only he could touch them.

And when he touched them pain came. A firm touch brought pain to him, corresponding to the place. Faint memories, sensations and knowledge flowed to him each time. The lingering memory of scars. Pain kept him away from others, and other people meant pain. At first it was simply pain from touching people, but as he grew older this unknown abnormal perception grew in power. By the time he was in highschool the smallest pinpricks that hinted at the pain came just from sight, and the memories and knowledge, the context around the pain became clearer. While able to live through daily life incident With the presence of people with pasts full of trauma, mental or physical becoming prickly needles upon his skin when he saw them, a psychosomatic pain that he came to associate with the presence of people. He drew away from people due to associating them with the pain. He came to seek distance from others, to not see or be around them. He took refuge in himself.

Avoiding people, avoiding contact with people he lived his life quietly. Yet despite the fact that he disliked pain, that he was the sort of person who tried to not deal with his problem and instead hid away, he found himself unable to keep his eyes away from people in the end. It was okay as long as he didn’t know them or touch their scars. The pain of looking at them was unpleasant but he could deal with it, and knowing that they had such pain was something he could live with as long as he didn’t come to know them.If he couldn’t then he couldn’t live in society. Ultimately he could not distance himself completely from others.

Despite not wanting to observe the world he looked at people, both due to something in his nature and because of the necessities of living in society. In the way he associated people with pain he came to know people’s pains. New pains were something he took attention of, great pains he found himself curious about. But he only observed. In a way he was an outsider who watched people who was able to see in a way those in the limelight could not, like an audience for a show he felt the traces of what occurred and watched the people who lived different lives from him.

He lived as a normal student despite his situation and eventually graduated. Instead of shooting for a university or turning his sights towards some ambitious job he instead looked into fishing, or being a truck driver. The reason he came to Fuyuki was that it was city, a place with opportunity, but not too large of one. Somewhere like one of the big name cities was too much for him. He wanted as a job something away from people, something where he could be an introvert in peace. Especially as finally his eyes advanced to a point where touching people upon their scars reignited their own pain and brought the memories back from the past.

But as the ritual repeats again he’s noticed a new bruise, a mark.

This time it was on him and for some reason he felt it wasn’t normal.
Origin:Refuge

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Number of Magic Circuits:C
Quality of Magic Circuits:D
Od: C
Magecraft: He ain’t got jackshit, man… as a magus anyway.

No magecraft knowledge.

Little knowledge of the Supernatural World. However due to his eyes he has seen odd things here and there, and as such would not be too surprised by supernatural elements.

Mystic Eyes of Empathy.

An esper ability that is a hybrid power of Pure Eyes, that which can see what is not suppose to be seen. And Mystic Eyes, that which causes interference, of an esper type. An abnormal perception that does not fit in the common sense of mankind. He was born with this mutation that set him aside from humanity and yet tied him to them as his eyes are of sharing and bringing life to the pains of the past.

Otherwise he is able to see things that are not normally able to be seen as is standard with Pure Eyes. Such as astralized servants, certain energy, a certain Crimson Red Vermillion’s Origami and so on.

Through his eyes he sees lines and blobs across the bodies of people. Red means current pain, black means pain from physical trauma notable enough to be recorded while mental and emotional trauma is represented with white

Looking at people he feels faint echoes of the memories of their pain. Acknowledging one’s presence can be enough to feel this, so in a way it can be good to keep track of someone’s presence. However it is primarily a visual thing and so the effect is greatest when he’s looking directly at someone.

His touch retrieves the history of pain, mental or physical that was recorded on the soul. Small minor pains are forgotten, inconsequential unless he carefully looks at a person and tries to delve into the past. When he presses firmly on white or black the pain from that event returns. Like a certain curse of a certain useless servant that was mankind’s wish for all the evils of the world (Verg Avesta), this pain is reflected on the soul of those who he touches and also upon himself. With this pain comes a vague understanding of the context of the pain, and should he dive into it concrete memories and knowledge could be attained, a copying of memories and experiences similar to what is possible with Etherlite. When he touches Red all that happens is that the current pain of someone is reflected upon his soul.

He does not see anything on his own body.

Should someone have a severed part of their body that is able to feel pain then it would linger with the memory of the pain of being severed for a few days until it begins to rot. While it isn’t as if the soul would be connected to it at that point fragments/leftover thoughts akin to that which is the basis of a ghost/apparition can be accessed, along with the record of the injury within the bodypart for a perhaps less unintelligible and quite painful “memory/experience” to draw upon.

It is not limited to human beings, but to see anything of their pain the subject would have to hold a soul.

As an esper ability it is not subject to magic resistance.

Perhaps there is more that these eyes could exhibit with further development.

However in the end what he would most definitely wish for is the ability to control them and turn them off.

If only if he were fortunate enough to meet a red-haired sensei of his own, to either provide instruction or some glasses.

Equipment: Enough money to tide him over through a modest living for six months as he searches for a job. A rather recent flip-phone, a DS, a Playstation, a comic book, and book collection of varied taste. A decent amount of translated western books, but mostly local books written by Japanese people.

Access to odd trinkets from his father’s shop that he can “borrow” It is unlikely for much of it to be useful however..

Skills: Basic education, fast at reading. Somewhat decent at not grabbing attention.

Class:Assassin
True Name: Nessus
Alignment:Chaotic Evil

Parameters

Strength:C(B)
Endurance:D(C)
Agility:B(A)
Mana: C
Luck: E

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment - NA.

The Class Skill of Assassins. Servant Assassin does not possess this skill due to it being replaced by Secret Intel

Skills:

Secret Intel:B

At this rank Servant Assassin is able to give off the impression of a wise, kind and caring person. Hostile intentions are hidden and Servant Archer does not have the impression of a foe. In combat it does not function, although it does serve to hide the darkness of the grudge that his Noble Phantasm represents until it is activated. Servant Archer is seen as a friendly and helpful person, a deceitful cover to the hateful and foul being that is Nessus.

At this rank this skill does not prevent suspicion falling upon him from circumstantial evidence along with being unable to stand against allies outing Assassin. However unless definitive proof of his ill intentions or identity is provided then Servant Assassin will ultimately seem like a man with no ill intentions.

This skill replaces Presence Concealment.

Monstrous Strength:B

A Centaur, born of Centaurus, the son of Nephele and Ixion. Much more like brutish beasts than the wise man that Chiron was, tapping into his animalistic nature mixed with the faintest blood of royalty and divinity, the power of the mountain mares floods Archer and increases his Strength by a rank. By using this skill Servant Archer will eventually return to being a Centaur if he was summoned in the guise of a man to help hide his identity. Returning to a Centaur increases his physical parameters by a rank, but so too does his rank as a monster rise up. Continuing to use this skill in his Centaur-guise he comes to look more bestial and indeed degrades further into being little more than a common animal, a paltry excuse for a man-like being.

Mana Burst (Poison):B

Combining his grudges and the diluted Hydra Poison that flows through his veins Servant Assassin is able to infuse his arrows with magical energy that comes from the poison flowing inh his veins. Due to his legend Servant Assassin is weak to poisons but should he be attacked by a poison he is able to add that poison to his arrows. Finally the great pain from the poison of the Hydra leaves Assassin strong against effects that work upon inflicting suffering or pain rather than actual damage, but consequently using this skill grates at his spiritual core and causes damage.

TLDR this hurts like a bitch and generally being Assassin is suffering always.

Divinity:C

Descended from Centaurous who in turn descends from the nymph Nephele, Servant Assassin holds some degree of divine blood in him, although in greater amount is the simple blood of mountain meres, rendering him more beast than man or god. Servant Assassin is definitely divine, but his level is not that high compared to those with a more direct tie. However he rivals among those whose ties or divinity are in question. A divine monster in a way.

Noble Phantasms

The Arrow (Tunic) of Twin Bloods, False Faithfulness
- The Hydra is a Serpent (liar) with many faces (deceit).
Range 1-30
Targets:1

Anti-Unit A rank.

Born of the arrow used to slay him, it is filled with both Nessus’s grudge, the potent poison of the Hydra and his own blood he falsely proclaimed to Deianira that would bring the faithfulness that she desired from Herakles, this is an arrow holding a great curse born of the combination of the virulent hydra poison and his own blood tinged by his lie.

The noble phantasm that is the crystallization of his grudge that ended the greatest hero. It is a spiteful curse to lay low even the greatest of heroes. When Assassin is fatally wounded or slain his may as a last action invoke this Noble Phantasm as a curse of vengeance towards the one who defeated him. Plunging an arrow into his spiritual core the full power of the Hydra’s Venom consumes him and is empowered by his grudge, becoming a curse to strike down his target. Appearing in the chest of the target in mimicry of where he impaled himself, his blood congealed into a thick mud from the venom and hatred flows through to poison them. His pain becomes their pain, the pain of his death by their hands and the pain of the venom that has become one with his blood due to his legend.

A crystallization of the story of the Tunic of Nessus and the end of one of the greatest heroes in history, it is a powerful grudge to lay low even the mightiest legends.

True Name: Emperor Norton I

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male



Alignment: Chaotic Good



History: His history does not deviate from public record, save for the potential that he may have had ESP of some kind rather than being truly insane.

Weapon: Due to Norton always carrying around either a gentleman's umbrella or officer's saber, he has manifested with an umbrella that conceals the sword inside of it. By necessity, it is able to withstand his forceful blows while using it, and can withstand basic attacks equal to his B-rank strength if the umbrella is opened like a shield. It’s rather unwieldy, however, as an item not at all made to the same standard an actual shield would be, and thus it is poorly-suited to melee combat. Additionally, due to the thin material, it will break under the force of many attacks it would otherwise be able to endure (even his own under augmented conditions) when closed.

Parameters: (Include Mad Enhancement)

STR: B
CON: C
AGI: B
MGI: B
LCK: A

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement: EX
The compatibility between Emperor Norton and the Berserker class is almost impossibly high, due to the weaknesses of the class instead becoming strength. As a result, Berserker’s rank in this class skill cannot be quantified normally.

The influence of the legend of Emperor Norton I, which converts the Mad Enhancement class skill into an almost transcendent state of insanity, in which the original personality is overwritten by a fantasy worthy of awe. Rather than his intelligence or skills being sealed in exchange for increased parameters, Norton’s intelligence and skills are amplified in addition to his parameters.

One would not be mistaken to say that his unique madness is the core of his legend. All parameters receive a rank-up, in addition to intelligence, which is reflected in the above parameters.

Personal Skills:





Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Moses

Class: Caster

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Alignment: NG

Personality: Despite what many might think when they hear the name Moses, Caster is a polite and soft-spoken man. Years spent at Pharaoh’s court and later leading the Israelites have left him relatively knowledgeable when it comes to politics and negotiation, although he never really liked either. He still prefers attempting to negotiate before resorting to violence or coercion, however, and will rarely if ever initiate combat. When he does fight, his face hardens and he seems detached, as if he is doing his utmost to not think about what he’s doing. He almost never talks in combat (sparring with someone he considers a friend is another story). At heart, he is a simple man who treasures time spent with friends above all else. He also has a slight mischievous streak, but it only comes out around people he trusts completely. Although he does not regret the freeing of the Israelites from their slavery in Egypt, he resents Yahweh for choosing him to do the freeing because it pitted him against his foster brother.

History: Moses was born to an Israelite slave named Jochebed in Egypt. When the Pharaoh ordered all Hebrew baby boys slain, Moses’ mother set him adrift on the Nile River in a basket in order to save him. The basket was found by a member of the royal family who chose to raise him as one of their own. He was the Foster Brother of Ramesses II and a friend of Nefertari. However, after an incident where he killed an Egyptian overseer who was beating an Israelite slave, he fled into the desert, where he was taken in by a tribe of Midianites.

While living with the Midianites, serving as a shepherd, he encountered a bush that burned without burning up. A voice spoke from that bush, identifying itself as Yahweh, the God of the Israelites, and instructing him to return to Egypt and convince the new Pharaoh, his foster brother Ramesses, to free the Israelite slaves. Although initially reluctant, he did end up making the journey back to Egypt and alongside his blood brother Aaron, told the Pharaoh to let his people go. However, when Moses told him to free the Israelites, Ramesses refused. So, Yahweh released the 10 Plagues of Egypt through Moses and his staff. Ramesses finally agreed with Moses' request when the Pharaoh's firstborn son was killed by the final plague.
Moses, though saddened by having to unleash the wrath of Yahweh on a man he still considered his brother, led a joyful exodus from Egypt… until they were trapped between the Red Sea and a legion of Egyptian charioteers with Ramesses at the head. At that moment, Moses raised his staff and parted the Red Sea, allowing the Israelites to walk through. Oddly, none of the Egyptians tried to follow them. Moses looked back once while walking through the Sea and silently bid his friend goodbye.
He led the Israelites for decades after that, most notably obtaining the Ten Commandments from Yahweh on Mount Sinai. Unfortunately, the Israelite people were not very good at the whole following Yahweh thing, and because of that he died before reaching the land promised to them.
Weapon: A shepherd’s staff—a long piece of wood with a hooked end. It is capable of being used in combat without breaking from the force of his blows (not completely immune to breakage; that would be silly). He can also transform it into an Egyptian Cobra that effectively serves as his familiar. The cobra is classified as a Monstrous Creature. He calls it Tzipporah, after his wife.

Parameters:

STR: C (higher than usual for a Caster, but I’m taking into account his life experiences and the Jacobean angel-wrasslin’ martial art)

CON: D (still squishy though, because Caster)

AGI: C (taken from the base stats)

MGI: A (Because Caster)

LCK: C

Class Skills:
- Territory Creation B: Able to create a workshop taking the form of the cave on Mount Sinai where he encountered the burning bush
- Item Construction C: Basically, all he uses it for is to repair (or replace if it breaks beyond repair) his staff

Personal Skills:
- Protection from Water A: Water parts where he steps, giving him enough space to pass unhindered through bodies of water
- Charisma C-: A Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles. Although he struggled with it at first, he eventually proved to be an able leader
- Jacob's Limbs B: A method of hand-to-hand combat of old that was continuously inherited from Jacob to Moses. According to legends, a saint who mastered this for sure would beat to death an "angel of destruction" that leads 12,000 angels.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Plagues of Egypt

Title: The Wrath of Yahweh

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 20-50

Maximum Number of Targets: ???

Description: Moses calls upon Yahweh, bringing down His wrath, although on a smaller scale than what preceded the Exodus. For one thing, the original Ten Plagues affected the entire country of Egypt. When Caster uses the Ten Plagues, he creates a High-Thaumaturgy Boundary Field that cannot be escaped from in a chosen location. The interior of the Field then experiences the plagues in order, for two hours each. There is a thirty minute reprieve between plagues (during this reprieve, the effects of the previous plague that don’t involve death or injury—with the exception of the boils—fade) when he can deactivate the Field, but once a plague is in action, it cannot be stopped.
The Plagues, in order:
- Blood: All water within the confines of the field is turned into blood
- Frogs: The area inside the field is overrun with frogs
- Gnats and Lice: The area inside the field is overrun with gnats and lice. These fill the air, impeding vision and trying very hard to be inhaled by any living thing there.
- Flies: The area inside the field is overrun with flies. Along with behaving similarly to the gnats and lice, they also bite. The bite is not immediately harmful, but causes pain equivalent to that of a bite of a bullet ant (as painful as a gunshot; lasts 24 hours).
- Pestilence: Any animals trapped in the field die and decompose rapidly
- Boils: Boils erupt from the skin of anyone trapped in the field. They cover the skin, to the point where even movement is painful. The boils dissipate in the pause between this and hail.
- Hail: Golfball-sized (1.75 inch diameter) hail falls within the field at a speed of 84 m/s. If outside, it falls from the sky. If inside, it falls from the ceiling.
- Locusts: The area inside the field is overrun with locusts. Like the flies, the locusts fill the air and have an extremely painful bite. Unlike the flies, the locusts are not stopped by (some) walls. They can chew through plantlife and anything made from plantlife.
- Darkness: The area inside the field is plunged into darkness. No artificial light is able to penetrate this darkness.
- Death of the Firstborn: Anyone in the field who neither has nor has ever had an elder sibling dies.

Name:
Sengo Muramasa, The Crimson Swordsman

Class:
Beserker

Gender:
Male

Alignment:
Chaotic Good Bloodthirsty

Personality:
Berserker was a bright and cheerful soul without the worries of staving off the backlash that he received from the infamous reputation of his swords. The news greatly troubled him as he continued to create his swords hesitantly with the same craftsmanship before. With deadly beauty, form, and function they were in the art of war that a single sword was capable of, as dozens of victims would fall for each one. His far-reaching influence of the swords that he made, jaded his view on the world, making him much more pragmatic as he saw the world in all its colors. He is a shell of his former nature, being a silent companion that looks at the world with many things left to be unsaid that he has around him.

History:
A cursed Heroic Spirit whose life was stained with blood as they ran off the many blades that he made during his lifetime and afterward even past his death. Berserker beyond the name that has been etched into his swords, is nothing more than a blacksmith of infamous reputation gained from the same medium of his renown.

As a Heroic Spirit summoned for the Grail War, he does not have past achievements beyond his blades nor any future from them beyond the endless bloodshed that resulted from him creating them. With his death, his infamy continued throughout the work of his blades continuing to shed blood for him. All things that are connected to him all stemmed from the infamous nature surrounding his legend, a person born from such status could be consider ineligible for the status of being a 'heroic' spirit without the corruption of a certain Servant. He is classified as a variable that clarifies 'good between evil' and is equally praised as a 'heroic' spirit would be. Being called 'cursed' or 'a demon' who only made 'demonic' swords for a living as he spread his evil influence over Japan. Praying to demons who would fuel his swords and continue an endless time to hunt our and seek the blood of anyone near them.

With some stories that claimed his blades were part of a problem that sustained the war or even started it in the beginning. With no good deeds to his name and technically no bad ones beyond the intimidating reputation that is attached to his name. Berserker cannot be called a pure Heroic Spirit but at the same time being an 'Anti-Hero' is not the correct definition of such a Servant as him. To be summoned into the Holy Grail War, he does not have any wishes other than meeting other people that he couldn't be. Meeting the heroes of the ages would be an honor enough for him.

Weapon:
The only weapon he will have upon the entering of the Grail War is the true blade of Muramasa, his katana forged from his legend and infamy.

Parameters (with Bonus):
STR: C (B)

CON: C

AGI: C

MGI: C

LCK: E

Class Skills:
Mad Enhancement: E - A


Personal Skills:
Innocent Monster: C


Instinct: C


Kaiju (Transfer Curse): E+++


Eye for Art (Swords): B


Noble Phantasm:

-Rank-up to STR (D -> C).
-Rank-up to CON (D -> C).
-Acquisition of Personal Skill:

Name/Title: Marguerite Calder

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Personality: Marguerite is a very driven woman, and often speaks and behaves as if she carries the world on her shoulders. Her family is a respected mage family from the District of Columbia, so from a young age she often found herself in positions where she had to behave with respect and diplomacy around her father’s associates, giving her a natural tendency to respond to any situation with politeness and attempts to compromise, only resorting to argument or violence if absolutely necessary. At heart, she is a very kind and compassionate person, but that aspect of her personality often has to take a backseat to her duty to her family name. That duty is one of if not the most important things to her, and the combination of that and feeling overshadowed by her brother has left her more than a bit of a perfectionist in all she does—from conversation to organization to magecraft. Given her choice, she would infinitely prefer planning ahead of time to acting in the heat of the moment. When it comes to interpersonal interactions, she always carries herself with authority, but that does not mean she is purposely abrasive. Instead, she is friendly, but is always ready to defend why she is right about something.

Appearance:

Biography: Marguerite Calder is the latest head of the Calder family, an American family of mages of British and Native American descent from the Washington D.C. area. Personality-wise, the Calders are generally friendly and more concerned with nonmagical social affairs than most mages--Marguerite's father, James, was friendly acquaintances with various politicians, for example (although any nonmagical person who knows him or the family is under the impression that the Calder family is some form of old money and don’t question it beyond that).
Nothing much was expected of Marguerite when she was born—nothing much is ever expected of the second child of a mage family, after all, even in the country once deemed the Land of Opportunity. She knew from a young age that she would, at best, be married off to another mage and expected to produce an heir while her brother Arnold, her elder by eight years and the strongest mage her family had yet produced, would be head of the Calder family. That changed, however, when Arnold vanished fifteen days before her ninth birthday.
No one could find any trace of Arnold Calder or any hint of his whereabouts, but a thorough search of his room unearthed a series of encrypted journals and a wooden puzzle box that no one could figure out how to open. After several months passed with no word from Arnold, he was declared dead, leaving Marguerite as the sole heir to the Calder family.
With this new responsibility suddenly thrust upon her, Marguerite suddenly found herself having to catch up on years’ worth of training in magecraft, a challenge she tackled to the best of her ability—she didn’t have her brother’s levels of intellect and talent, but she was no slouch! Over the years, she threw herself into her studies, both at home and among the magical community, and became a mage of some skill—considering her age and the tragic circumstances surrounding her family, as she often heard added whenever she was discussed.
With her father’s death two years ago, she is the only living Calder by blood (her mother is still alive, but she married into the family).

Family History (if applicable): The Calder family is as old as the United States itself (which isn’t that old as far as mage families go, but damn it sounds cool! Also, they are among the oldest non-Native mage families in the US). The family’s focus is on healing and elemental magecraft.

Origin: Purification

Elemental Affinity: Water

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

Od: C

Magecraft:
- General Magecraft
- Purification: Using Magecraft to remove impurities from liquids. This can mean anything from removing bacteria from water to extracting a poison from one’s bloodstream.
- Healing Magecraft: Healing by accelerating cell regeneration. The Caspian family’s specialty, especially when it comes to the healing of burns and the purging of toxins.
- Elemental Magecraft: Manipulation of water.

Equipment:
- Mystic Code: The Spellwriter’s Pen: An ornate fountain pen. When Marguerite uses this pen to draw a spell circle onto a writing surface like paper or a board, the pen effectively “stores” the circle, allowing her to later enlarge it and place it on another surface.
- Dwelling: In anticipation of her participation in the Holy Grail War, Marguerite reserved a suite at the Fuyuki Hyatt for two weeks.
- Funds: Enough to get her through the Grail War comfortably, with a small surplus just in case.
- Rented Car: The vehicle itself is comfortable but unobtrusive. Like the hotel suite, she intends to have it for two weeks.
- Arnold’s Puzzle Box: The only clue ever found to her brother’s whereabouts. She always travels with it, just in case. She keeps it in her hotel room.
- Toiletries: Toothbrush/paste, makeup shower supplies… everything she needs to keep herself looking impeccable.
- Clothes: Marguerite favors pantsuits, as they enable her to look formal without the inconvenience of a skirt. However, she does know that there is a good chance she’ll have to messier things than she’s used to during the Holy Grail War, so she also brought three pairs of black jeans and all three of the collarless shirts she owns, so she is prepared for these situations when they arise. She also carries a pair of reinforced black gloves on her person at all times, should she need to handle something unpleasant.

Skills:
- Driving: Marguerite is no stunt driver, but she passed Driver’s Ed and got her license on her first try. She’s one of those drivers who goes exactly the speed limit. You know the ones.
- Savate: A martial art favored by the community Marguerite’s mother came from. She has actually been learning this longer than she has magecraft, as her mother was a firm believer in a woman being able to defend herself.
- Speed Reading: Trained herself to be able to read quickly while retaining information.
- People Skills: Picked up from interacting with her father’s acquaintances.
- Pianist: Took piano lessons from a young age, although she hasn’t sat down to play since her father’s death.
- Herbalism: Knowledge of various plants and their uses. Unfortunately, it’s mainly limited to what grows in Northern Virginia.
- Knowledge of Human Anatomy: Studied the human body to have better understanding of magical healing.
- Tourist-Level Japanese: Nowhere near fluent, but capable of asking where things are, ordering food, saying please and thank you, and other simple phrases.

"A-A-Asuka, h-help me!"

From her seat on the swaying tree branch, it seemed like the little girl was flying in the sky. The ground was so far away — farther away than it had ever been. With small arms, thinner than the twigs protruding from the tree itself, she clung desperately to its trunk.

...Thinking back, it was probably only a meter or so, wasn't it?

"Airi, why are you in a tree?" The taller girl, wearing a thick jacket, was trying her hardest not to laugh at the sight in front of her. A small, twintailed girl with her legs wrapped around a tree branch that supported her weight, despite its wobbling protests, as she clung to the tree trunk for dear life. Anyone looking at that would have to let out a snicker at least, even if it was the girl's sister.

The smaller girl sniffled, trying to beat back her own tears. "I was...I was trying to do that cool thing you did...where you ran up that wall..." She explained, her voice choking in panic and guilt. "I-I thought I could run up the tree like you could and-and then, jump down all cool-like..."

The small smile died fast, like a candle submerged in water.

"Airi..."

Asuka stood there for a while, as though she were considering something. Reaching some kind of decision, the taller girl zipped up her jacket, before taking a running stance—

—and in a flash, sprinted up the side of the tree trunk, grabbing her younger sister in her arms.

Her eyes were wide as her surroundings became a blur. For the briefest of moments, the green grass was above her, and the blue sky underneath her feet. Moving her legs just a bit, in that short moment, it almost looked like she was walking on a cloud.

It was...the first time I saw the world spin.

The girl stumbled slightly as she was set down, still dizzy. But any fear within her had been blown away by the amazing sight. "W-Wow! Asuka, that was so cool!" Her eyes and mouth wide, she looked up to her sister, grabbing hold of her arms. "You gotta—"

But at that moment, she was shushed, with a single finger over her mouth.

"Airi." Asuka's voice was dead serious. The tone itself was enough to stop her in her tracks. "I want you to listen to me. Very, very carefully, okay?"

The little girl only nodded, her smile turned into a wavering frown.

Asuka looked at her with sympathetic eyes. It was only natural that things would be this way. "Don't look up to me." Her voice wavered, but then held steady. "Don't...try to be like me. Please."

"B-but—!" The little girl protested, "You have all that cool stuff! You can move super fast, and do backflips and stuff—"

"It's not worth it." Asuka's voice was more forceful this time. Her grip on Airi's shoulders tightened. "It's...not worth it, to be this way. Don't want it. Don't chase it. Don't...think of me as being human." Her hand was almost crushing the tiny girl's shoulder, but even so, the force did not subside. "...Please."

She didn't understand. She didn't understand why her sister was so serious. Why their blood was so accursed. Why their achievements were not to be celebrated. Why mother never talked about her family. Why she could see things that other people could not see, and why she was told to close her eyes.

She would not understand for a long, long time.

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RECEIVED: Boss I hate to ask this but I kinda need a hand

SENT: Whats up?

RECEIVED: Texting slow just get over here

"Hana what the fuck."

Seriously, what is this shit? I get here thinking someone in my crew is fist-deep in someone's ass (because he's typing with one hand so that's the only obvious explanation), and he's stuck in a fucking tree.

"Do I even want to know—"

"THERE WERE CIRCUMSTANCES."




So, this pathetic-ass piece of shit has one hand wrapped around the trunk of a tree, with the other one still gripping a phone. I guess he was on his way to his university, since he's wearing that dumbass brown uniform of his — with the tie only barely secured, like usual — and the whole thing is scuffed up to all hell. He has a severe gaze, even in a situation like this. The kind of face that scares away little kids, you know how it is.

Funny how we met, now that I think of it. He used to be a bit of a troublemaker. Knowing what I know now, I don't think he had any real malicious ideas — dude just has a short temper. Got into fights a lot. More than a few people walking around with bloody jaws after running into him. Call it 'bad luck' or whatever.

See, here's my thing — I deal with troublemakers. Police don't do shit around here that actually helps anyone, so I pick up the slack, simple as that.

I learned after our first meeting...I think he was just looking to get his ass kicked. The kind of guy who keeps picking fights with people until he finds someone he can't beat. And then he laughs about it. We went out for ramen while the shiner on his cheek was still beaming from me putting my boot in his face, and before I knew it we were hanging out. And in my line of 'work', a second set of fists isn't bad to have around.

He's calmed down a bit, but as far as the crew goes, he's kind of like an overactive guard dog, so I have to tell him to 'sit' every now and then.


We've gotten each other out of tough spots now and then, but normally it's with the real gangs that prowl around. You know, drug dealers, that sort of thing. They're not afraid to pull out knives if they need to. I guess that makes them different from us.

So, you can imagine my surprise when, instead of anything even remotely like that, he calls me at seven-in-the-god-damn-morning because he's, once again, stuck in a fucking tree.

"Hana, if this is a joke, it's not funny." I heave through my teeth, returning his scowl. "...Actually, you know what, I take that back. This is kind of hilarious now that I look at it."

"Yeah yeah, I get it, there was—" He bites his tongue, hitting his forehead on the trunk. "—Nevermind! I just need to get down from here!"

"There was...?"

All I have to do is keep my hands in my pockets and smile. I have to know the story behind this. I can't hang it over his head otherwise. He stares me down, even knowing that he's in no position to bargain. "...You little middle-schooler shit..."

"I don't go to school." I shrug, "And if I did, I think I'd be second-year high school now, anyway. Not my fault I'm short."

He's holding back his words, but he knows I won't help him unless he talks. So we stand there like that for a while — and I won't lie, I enjoyed his discomfort more than a little — before he finally gave me a decent reason for his predicament.

"...There was...a cat."

"A cat."

"A cat."

"...PffftHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!!"

Oh my fucking god he actually climbed a tree to help a stranded cat and then couldn't get down. Hananouchi Kajin, of all the fucking people in the fucking world, got stuck in a tree over a fucking cat.


I laughed so hard my chest hurt. I don't think I'd laughed that hard in a long time.

...Now that I think of it, I don't think I've laughed like that ever since.


"Okay. Okay. I, I got it out of my sys—pffftokaynevermind—no, no, I got it. I got this."

"I'm gonna wreck your fucking shins when I'm down there, you midget piece of shit!"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll get you— I'll get you down."

Still breathing out the remaining laughs, I lower myself down into a running stance, zipping up my hoodie. Can't help but smirk a bit. I'm not much of a showoff, but there are things I just love doing.

Seeing the world spin is definitely top of the list.

With as much speed as I could muster, my boot digs into the tree's bark through sheer force of acceleration, and then another. The grass, a green blur. The sky, a blue blur. The park gates, a jade blur. The sign at the entrance, no words, only a swirl of oil mixed with water.

But, my balance wasn't good enough. My foot doesn't hit the mark.

The world spins, but not in the way that I wanted it to.

And, the back of my head hit the grass at a bad angle...


...

Blurry. Someone's yelling.

Is that Asuka?

No...can't be.

Asuka's gone, after all.

Mom, dad, and her. Everyone's gone.


"I guess...I'm not catching up to you anytime soon, huh, sis?"

---

"Ow...ow, ow, ow..."

"Hold still please, Airi. You banged your head really bad."


So...Hana and I reached a bit of an agreement.

I don't say anything about how he got stuck in a tree, and he doesn't say anything about how I completely failed at, as he put it, 'trying to do my weird-ass ninja shit'.

Instead, we went back to the bar and told Barry and Yuko that him and I got into a fight, and that's the end of that story.




"It looks like the skull isn't cracked, and there's no internal bleeding." The older girl behind he says happily, "It's not so bad that I think you need to go to a hospital, but I will give you some ibuprofen for the swelling. Take them two at a time, once every six hours, for a day or two..."

"Can't promise I'll remember that, but...thanks."

Sakura Yuko is...someone I met a long time ago. Before I met Hana, even. I don't lose fights often, but...she happened to come across me after I had tried to take on twelve guys by myself like an idiot.

I think the strangest event of my life was being invited over to her house. I had been living on the streets for so long that...just the experience of sitting at a table, having real cooked food again, was surreal to the point of feeling like a dream. She even let me use her shower and washed my clothes.

She lives in some high-rise in Shinjuku, a way better part of Tokyo than where we are. Tall buildings and shit. It's pretty rare that she can actually come out here, since she has night classes out there in addition to going to the same university as Hana. She's studying pretty hard to become a pharmacist so she can take care of her dad, from what I heard.

I saw him when I was over there. Yuko's dad, I mean. Something's...I dunno, it felt wrong to ask. But there wasn't much going on behind the eyes. There's a twinge of guilt every time she makes her way down here on the rail to hang out with us, instead of being his caretaker like he needs. He doesn't even eat unless Yuko's around to feed him.

But we don't talk about that in the back room. The back room of the bar is where we leave all that shit behind, stick together, and make this rats' nest of a town a better place.


Oh yeah, the bar. Speaking of which.

Guy named Barry runs it. Foreigner, can't understand half the shit he says, but he's a cool dude.

He was getting racketeered by some goons, Hana and I did our thing. As thanks, he lets us hang out in the back room of his bar.

And, most importantly, he lets me live here, since otherwise I don't have a place.


"You two...really shouldn't fight each other like that." Yuko said softly, as I pulled away from her care. "Can't you just...get along?"

"What, we don't get along?" Hana said, crossing his arms against the wall of the room with a smile. "You don't get it, Yuko. Sometimes, people get along in different ways. Heck, it's how we met..."

"I...guess so..." She doesn't seem convinced, "Still, though, I'm a little curious. How did you land a hit on Airi, Hana?"

"Uh..."

We didn't exactly plan out that story, did we?

"She can move more quickly than either of us can see, and she has those eyes..." That's Yuko's way of prodding. She points things out, but she doesn't explicitly 'attack' — just hopes that people will accede of their own accord.

Hana sticks to the story, eager to save face no doubt. "Um...lucky hit?"

She nods, not wanting to press it any further. Hana and I look at each other. We know we're busted, but still, the alternate truth remains to be found, so we're all good.




"Anyway..."

When I say that, they both look up. From the tone of my voice, I guess they picked up that I'm trying to get down to business.

This is the crew. The whole thing. We protect this dump of a city the only way we can. Anyone who threatens it has to get past us. That's my rule.

And my crew is with me every step of the way.

"The disappearances."

They both know what I mean. It's all over the news. People are going missing left and right, and the police either can't or won't get a single lead on it.

...It makes me sick. This is the town I swore to protect, and it seems like every time I wake up in the morning, it has less people in it than it did before.

The sun is setting. Yuko skipped her night classes to attend, just because of the magnitude of the situation. They're both back from class, and I spent the day trying to get info, so it's time to get together and wrap our heads around this.

"It started...one week ago, right?" Yuko speaks up, "There were signs of a struggle at the first victim's location, but no blood, and no body found..."

"Yeah, the no-blood-no-corpse thing seems to be a constant. I snuck onto the other crime scenes and found that out for myself." I keep my hands in my pockets, leaning back on the rickety chair with an uneven leg. "Hana, you find out anything over lunch?"

"Just some pictures and chalk-outline type of shit. Nothing you wouldn't have seen yourself." He fidgets, the outline of a police baton showing through his jacket as he does. It was his father's, back when he was on that joke they call 'the force'. Anyway, Hana knows how to use computers, and it turns out his dad's password or whatever still works even though the guy got kicked out — so every once in a while, he goes into their like mainframe or what-the-fuck computer shit to see what they know about something. But just like I thought, they're dragging their asses like usual.

"And there's another thing. The number of victims each night seems to be increasing exponentially." Yuko brought up, frowning. "I...um...plotted it out. It's steadily getting worse and worse as time goes on. Maybe the culprit is...I don't know, getting bolder, since no one is stopping them?

"Jackass...I'll go exponential on his skull if I see the fucker..."

"Topic, Hana." Now isn't the time. All of us know that. The sun is getting lower and lower in the sky. "We know that all of the attacks occur at night, at least. And the victims are always people who were out walking alone." I pointed out, "Do we have any way of knowing where the culprit could be?"

"The town ain't THAT big." Hana pointed out, "You have to take the rail to get to anywhere else in Tokyo, like Yuko does. Unless the fucker is taking a train in and out every night, he should be here somewhere..."

"It's...possible. I come here to and from Shinjuku almost every day, and I'm able to keep a consistent schedule, despite the travel time." Yuko pointed out, "So...it's possible that the culprit isn't here during the day. But they would be here at night."

"So, our best chance is to catch them in the act?"

"Seems that way."

I seethe through my teeth. Hana's right about the size of the town, but the window of opportunity is so small...




"With all the advisories, there shouldn't be too many people walking out alone at night anymore. Which means anyone who we do find is either the culprit or a potential victim." I start laying it out as best I can, looking at both of them. "No sleep tonight, boys and girls. Listen up. We. Stick. Together. If one of us breaks off, that person might not be found the next day for all we know." Hana and Yuko nod in understanding. "We go out, we tail anyone we see. If they get attacked, or if they attack someone else, Hana and I jump in. Yuko, I know you're not the fisticuffs type, but...I'm asking you to come along, too. If we find someone who's injured, you're the only one out of us who could give them first aid. If something happens, and you have to pick one of us, stick to Hana. You two can match speed."

Hana looks at me, his fierce gaze hard to read. He never told me, but it's been pretty obvious the past couple of months that he has a thing for Yuko, so I can imagine what he's thinking. But it really is just more practical. I hate to say it, but Yuko would slow me down. Anyone would.

The sky begins to lose its orange tint, shade by shade.

Clock's ticking, hand's spinning, planet's revolving, tick tick tick.

The world isn't going to wait for me. That's a lesson I learned the hard way.

Move quickly. Move quicker than the speed at which the world spins, and you can surpass it.

---

Like a giant eyeball, the moon stares down at us with its radiant gaze. It looks over this dismal, out-of-the-way spot of Tokyo that only a couple of rail lines even have a stop for. It's rural, but it's cramped, too. One-lane streets, all over the place, residential buildings a couple of stories tall. Every once in a while, we pass by a beat-up car that looks like it hasn't moved from it's spot in years, or an empty lot that, maybe one day, someone had aspired to build something on. There's a KFC around the corner, but I don't think any of us have much of an appetite right now. And besides, that shit's expensive.

Yuko's not used to accompanying us on patrols. Her footsteps are a bit louder than ours, even though she's wearing flats. Hana's got his baton out on his shoulder, and me? Well, I've got my fists and my boots. It's all I've ever needed.

Keeping my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, the rest of the crew follows close behind. Just as I thought, there's no one out. You'd have to be crazy to be walking out alone at night after a serial killer has been terrorizing the place for a week. I'm surprised the local police haven't called anyone in from prefectural yet. Trying to save face, maybe?

Hell if I care what those pigs shit on. This is what happens when they drag their asses. People die. Families get destroyed. Murderers run free. That kind of crap is why I have to do this — why I take up this vigil. Why keeping the streets clean here is up to me.

"There's someone..." Yuko whispers, and Hana and I shoot our necks over to where she points. We only catch a glimpse, but it looked like someone ducking into an alleyway.

"Don't run." I whisper back, "Keep pace, approach silent. Follow. Let's move."

The mouth of the alley couldn't have approached more slowly. It was like the maw of a lumbering beast, heaving its way towards us inch by inch under the moonlight. Thump. Thump. Thump. Its massive footfalls were my heart, beating in my ears. This time, we weren't chasing after some small-time gang full of jocks, or someone with a bit of muscle on him who thinks he can extort a local business because the police won't press him on an arson charge. This is...this is a killer. A murderer.

I pull my hood up over my head, keeping the lead. I can't break. I can't. I can't even crack. I'm supposed to be the leader. If I hesitate for even a moment, my crew, my friends...

Eventually, the maw of the alleyway swallows us all.

Its throat leads straight to hell.


There was the sound of chewing when we were just around the corner.

I wondered why that would be. I wish I hadn't.

Now that I've seen it, I can pretty safely say...

...that I never would have wanted to know.

What it sounds like, when human flesh is being chewed.


A pair of red eyes looks up from the body.

It looks straight at me, and...

and...just for a moment...

...did those red eyes...soften?

Softening at a familiar face.


"████▄▄▄██▄▄████!!"

"What the fu——!?"

"Oh my god!!"

Voices erupt all at once. Everything seems to move in slow motion. Yuko covering her mouth, Hana's baton leaving his shoulder and moving in front of him. And throughout all of this, like fish swimming in molasses, one thing seems to move at a normal speed. A long-haired, red-eyed...thing, with rotting flesh.

Hana is running after it. Yuko stops at the body, but one look is enough to know that there's no saving it. The person's throat was torn out. Remembering what I said before, she sticks with Hana, chasing after that.

But I can't move. As if the moment it looked at me, every muscle in my body just stopped.

My legs fall out from under me. The seat of my jeans scuffs itself on the dirty, alleyway pavement, and the vision of those red eyes, that face, is frozen in my sight.

"...Asu...ka...?"

---

My thoughts are scrambled. I remembered other times when my thoughts were scrambled.

Sirens and flashing lights. Asuka sets me down in a dirty alleyway. My pajamas are all scuffed up.

Why are they so loud and scary? What are they doing with mom and dad?

"Asuka...what's happening?"

She looks back at the apartment. I can't see it from here, but I can tell that big sis doesn't like what she sees.

The look on her face is scary.

"They're taking our parents away."

"Wh...why...!? They didn't do anything bad...!"

"..."

Standing up to her full height, Asuka zips up her jacket. I know what that means.

She keeps it unzipped normally, but she zips it up whenever she's about to use her speed. She moves so fast that it flings around otherwise.

"Stay here, Airi. Hide, and don't make a sound." She wasn't looking at me. She was looking in the direction of the fading sirens, as the police cars drove away. "I'm gonna get mom and dad back, and bring them here. So just wait for me, okay?"


She disappeared.

And I waited for her.

I waited for three days. Hungry, tired, and alone.

Until I finally realized that she wasn't coming back.

That our home wasn't coming back.

That our family wasn't coming back.


I thought...I'd never see her again.

---

...Chewing.

The sound of chewing. The same sound.

Chewing of human flesh.

I hear it again. It breaks me out of my blissful reverie, my mind's attempt to escape the bloody reality in front of me.

This time, it isn't a body chewing on another.

It's a body chewing on itself.

A body, a body that had been laying on the ground a moment ago, with red eyes and half of a neck, vigorously chewing on its own arm out of some absurd hunger.

"...Wh..."

I can't vocalize anything. But that simple sound reminds it of my presence.

The presence of a small girl, sitting on the ground with a wide stare.

Flesh.





My body is slower than it should be. Like I'm swimming through water, I manage to dive to the side as it manically leaps towards me. Stumbling to my feet, my back hits a wall, right before it does.

With both of my hands on its shoulders, I desperately try to push it off of me. In a contest of pure strength, I don't have much to offer. But there's something else that takes up all the space in my mind right now.

The color. The lack of color.

My Eyes don't see anything.





'Pure Eyes of Intent'. Yuko thought of the name. I don't know where she got it from, but come to think of it, it's weird that she wasn't surprised when I told her about them.

I can...I should be able to see the 'intent' of things.

For instance, if something has a very pure killing intent, like I can pretty plainly see here, there should be a bright, candy red in my vision.

But, there's nothing.

This thing is a thrall of some kind. It doesn't have any will of its own. It doesn't have 'intent'.

Action without intent. No human would be able to do something like that.

I've only fought humans up until now, so I never realized that such a thing was possible.

But this thing, this falling apart thing, this dead thing, this thing, this thing...





"F, fuck, OOOFFFF———!!"

I manage to throw it off, just barely, regaining my breath. It was going for my throat. Why my throat? How can it have that kind of purpose without a will of its own? What the fuck is this thing!?

It lunges at me again, but I have my bearings now. The world moves past me. The pavement, a blur, the wall, a blur, the sky, a blur. The moon seems to stretch for just a moment, as if it was pulled between two locations at a time, for just a moment. Digging my heels into the ground, I stop my momentum, my hair settling over my shoulders. The distance between us is ten meters, in the blink of an eye.

It doesn't stop. It won't stop. It can't stop. It isn't that it bears action without intent. It's that, only with intent could it perform inaction. Humans don't 'intend' to breathe, or remain upright when they walk, and in the same way, this thing doesn't 'intend' to consume and devour. It simply exists as it does, and unlucky humans die as a result.

I don't want to understand this much. I don't want my eyes to tell me this.

I want to...

...run away?

No. That's wrong.

What I want to do is...





What I want to do is...


...


...Kill it.

Yeah. Kill it. Kill it good.

What I want to do is kill the thing in front of me.


Because it's not human, because it never will be again.

It's derived from us, but it's not us, it's not a part of us.

It's a distortion, so remove it.

Kill, kill, kill.


My breathing is normal. It's coming at me again, but slower this time.

No, it's moving at the same speed. But my mind is working correctly now.

...Is it? Is my mind working correctly?

Is this the way it's supposed to work?

I wonder that, as my fist crushes its shoulder.

I'm not that strong. But if something moves fast enough, even a small object can crush a larger one.

Like a bullet. Yeah, I guess my fists are kind of like bullets, aren't they?

Just like bullets, they put holes in weak things.

Like its shoulder, and its other shoulder. It can't grab onto me anymore, but it leans forward with its teeth, trying to bite at me.

Its teeth are crushed, too. Its bones are weak things. It was falling apart from the very beginning, a really weak thing, a lump of weak parts weakly joined together.

I can't believe I was seriously about to lose to it.

Hah.

Hahahaha.

---

...When Yuko found me, I had already emptied the contents of my stomach over the pavement.

My memory is a little hazy, but I remember enough. Enough that I want to throw up again and again.

The back room of the bar is silent. The sun is rising through the window.

All three of us are very tired.


"Your...sister?"

"Yeah. Not the one that came at me, but...the one you chased after." My voice is a croaky rasp. It's sore from the vomiting. "It was Asuka."

Yuko's hand went over her mouth again. "No way..."

None of us really knew what was going on anymore. Dead things were moving. People with red eyes. I don't get it at all. I'm not sure if I want to.

Trash like this, in the town I'm supposed to protect...

"What...is she, now?"

"What...what am I?"


Yuko had to head back to Shinjuku to make sure her dad was okay. He'd been on his own for a while now. Hana suggested that she stay over and get some rest, but she really can't leave him alone for too long.

As for Hana himself, he's skipping school to get some sleep at his own place.

I'm a little envious. It'd be nice if I could sleep right now.

Instead, with the noon sky covered in dark clouds, and rain cascading down around me, I dig through rubble.

Stone and brick, all collapsed.

Where Asuka and I used to live, years and years ago.

Where we used to sit around the dinner table, with mom and dad, happy and smiling...years and years ago.

The building was derelict, but it was all we were able to afford. Not too long after my parents were put in jail, and Asuka went missing after tangling with the police, it was marked for demolition.

I don't know what I want to find. It just seems like there might be something of hers here. Something that might help tie this shit together, because I'm sure as hell missing some pieces of this fucking puzzle.

Under the rubble where the chimney used to be, there's the remnants of a compartment. It's strange. I don't remember the fireplace having something like that. It was an old building, though...

It's a wooden box that looks like it was sealed, once. The lock is still secured tightly, but it doesn't matter much when the corner was chipped off when the structure was taken down.

Brushing the dust and debris off of the top, aided just a bit by the falling rain washing some of it away, there's a deep carving still visible in the lid.

---

That was all about a week ago.

Stepping off the bus, a bag with some canned food falls over my side as my boots touch the ground again.

Fuyuki is a lot less packed than Tokyo, even the more rural parts of it, like where I'm from. This place is...really open. It's kinda weird. Over near that big-ass bridge, it looks more developed. A bit more like the Shinjuku I remember from visiting Yuko's place every now and then. Kind of a weird setup, but I guess when you've got more space to go around, and less people to fill it with, that's how cities end up.

The symbols on my hand are smudged. They haven't fully formed yet, but the fact that they're there means that the Grail has acknowledged me. It knows I'm planning on going after it, I guess. How a goddamn cup is supposed to know that, I've got no clue, but hey, I don't know how this magic shit works. Hell, I didn't know it was real until Yuko told me.

She and Hana are still in school, so I ended up leaving them behind in Tokyo. From the sounds of it, it's gonna be pretty dangerous here, and the whole thing is a crapshoot to begin with, so I don't mind leaving them behind. Even if something happens to me, they'll keep going.

I got a present from each of them. From Yuko, some girly-as-shit phone strap that I'm kind of embarrassed to wear. Hana, though, man, that guy pulled through. 'All the money I saved up from eating shitty lunches for a year', he said. 50,000 yen, all total. Might not pay for a hotel, but it'll get me food.

They're with me in strange ways. The crew has never split up like this before, and for the first time in a few years, I'm on my own again.

But...that's just the way it has to be for now.

Maybe, one day, all three of us will be laughing around a table again, like we were just last month. Hell, maybe Asuka will be there, too.

Or maybe I'll just end up being a distant memory for both of them.

Either way...when I think back to that night...the moment those red eyes met mine...

There's no hesitation.


"My father received the announcement. He is...was...part of a lineage of mages. But he desired that it end with him. I don't have the knowledge to act as a mage, and to be honest, I don't mind that. I just want to stay in school, and help people out. L-Like I've been doing. But..."

"There's a ritual going on in a town away from here. Because of his bloodline, they let him know, but, well, you know what his situation is. He's in no condition to enter even if he wanted to, and me? Well...I wouldn't last long."

"But you're different, Airi. It's a long shot, and you'll be up against some really powerful people. But if you manage, somehow..."

"The reward...the Grail...I think it can turn your sister back."

---

---

Airi has no magecraft, though she does have a small amount of unrefined magical potential from her father's side of the family, not that either of them would know. She's barely able to act as a Master because of that, despite not being a magus.

The abilities that she is able to use come from her mother's side of the family. Her maiden name, before marrying, was 'Nanaya'. A heretic among the clan, for committing the crime of marrying outside of the family and diluting their blood, all for the sake of a wretched thing called love. She was given no training, and exiled — and thanks to that hidden 'fortune', was spared the slaughter that would have otherwise claimed all but one.


【意志の淨眼】 — Pure Eyes of Intent
A psychic ability which both Airi and her sister manifested. She never found out what 'channel' her sister had opened, but she found out about her own in due time.

Simply put, it's the ability to see what cannot be seen. While this has more general uses in some cases, Airi's specific ability is to see the 'intent' of others, or more accurately, the extrapolation of their intent.

Where the gunman aims. Where the boxer will throw his punch. What spin the pitcher will put on the ball. All of these are things that are considered, decided upon, and carried out. At the moment of 'decided upon', the action yet to be performed moves from a 'desire' to an 'intent', and that is when it becomes visible to her.

This is not the same as seeing the future — her eyes do not glimpse forward in time, and are unrelated to clairvoyance. Where the gunman aims, but not necessarily where the bullet will fly. Once it leaves the barrel, wind, gravity, and the curvature of the earth all take their toll on fate.

The ability isn't limited to battle. Though the bright red 'killing intent' could be called the most valuable thing to see, a cool blue 'kindhearted intent', or a freakish pink 'mischievous intent' might make itself known to her on occasion. Only immediate actions can be made known, however. To say that, 'this person intends to become a firefighter' isn't truly referring to an intention at all, but rather an aspiration.

This ability doesn't apply to constructs, thralls, soulless, and others who have had their will robbed from them, or had none to begin with. Abilities such as Presence Concealment are also at odds with such things, and in the first place, no amount of special sight would close the gap between a human and a Servant.


Demon Hunter
Due to the circumstances of her family inheritance, Airi did not receive the assassination training or skills one normally associated with the Nanaya clan, at the time when they existed proper. She has, however, inherited their physical ability to an extent, and combines it with her own, less lethal skills.

Physically, her speed is superhuman on its face. In short bursts, she can create or close a distance of ten meters in the time span of a single action spell. She can't do so repeatedly, or for any extended period of time. The 'cooldown' could be called the time it takes her to catch her breath after an extreme physical action.

On a more consistent note, her physical blows are enough that, even at a little over five feet, she can compensate for her small mass through sheer speed. Her force output is on par with that of a magus with a Reinforced body, though that would also be her upper limit.

At the same time, as with everything else, she inherited the Nanaya clan's unique 'killer impulse'. When faced with certain aberrations, such as the undead, she finds it hard to control herself, to the point of endangering her life. However, it doesn't quite reach the point of a split personality or alternate persona. As someone who abhors murder when her mind is sound, it's an aspect of her birthright which deeply frightens her.


Equipment

• Old flip-phone with a cracked screen. Has a pink strap with some kind of cat on it. Hates the thing, but wears it because Yuko gave it to her. Stubbornly refuses to delete Asuka's number.
• 48,000円 or so. Spent some on the bus ticket and nonperishables. Thanks, dude.
• Favorite hoodie. The drawstrings are frayed from continued use, since she only had one outfit for a while.
• Bag containing spare clothes and various toiletries, because 'a grail war is no excuse to not brush your teeth'. Goddammit Yuko.

Skils

• Taekwondo — Both Airi and her sister learned it from their father, as a way to pass the time when he was between jobs (which, his own heritage being what it is, was a bit too often for comfort). Its philosophy of speed-over-power dovetails nicely with Airi's innate abilities, and it is her favored method of combat.
• Languages — Japanese, Korean.
• Parkour — Has been in her fair share of chase scenes, though thanks to her speed, they tended to be a little unfair. Capable of some vertical movement and obstacle avoidance; can scale a two-story building without using her hands.
• Streetwise — Wasn't really a gang leader, but ran a small vigilante crew in a more rural area of Tokyo where law enforcement was especially lax. Knows how to find out where drugs are moving, who's 'running the show', etc. In her home area, her reputation would get in the way, but in Fuyuki, she's completely unknown.
• Urban Survival — Lived homeless for two years, and in the backroom of a bar for a third and change. Knows how to get around without a bed, with a specialty in somewhat rural areas. Some areas of Japan have a strange mix of rural and urban, where an out-of-the-way place can still be especially cramped; it's something of a unique environment.

Name: Xavier Arkwright

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Personality: Quite intelligent, educated and possessing fine manners, yet also humble and soft-spoken. Xavier enjoys simplicity and efficiency above all else, and will always strive to solve his problems in the quickest and simplest way possible, even if continuing to work his way around loopholes would’ve been easier. Despite his wealthy upbringing, he’s not one for extravagance or flaunting his wealth on the less fortunate. While he enjoys expensive suits, he could just as easily dress casually if it proves more efficient in a situation. He is also a terrible liar, since he believes it’s simpler to just say the truth; If he finds you boring, he will tell you with no restraint or hesitation.



Biography: Xavier Arkwright showed much promise as a successor-in-the-making and was heralded as a child prodigy, particularly displaying a natural talent in the Arkwright family’s specialty - the displacement magecraft known as Flash Air - that became apparent even during the earliest stages of his training as a fledgling magus. Of course, simply being a promising magus is meaningless if you don’t keep your bloodline going by producing equally capable offspring to one day carry on your legacy. Unfortunately, young Xavier was a bit of an introverted bookworm growing up, showing little interest in searching for a suitable mate, so to speak. As such, when Xavier had reached a decent age for marriage, his family hand-picked a bride for their son who had proven to possess high-quality Magic Circuits, therefore ensuring in their eyes that their union would produce strong magi worthy of the Arkwright family name. Despite it being an arranged marriage, in a funny twist of the old cliche, Xavier and his fiancee ended up genuinely developing feelings for each other after some time.
Unfortunately, tragedy struck the Arkwright heir when his would-be wife fell into a deep coma, due to a medical condition too grave for her to be healed simply by the use of magecraft. With his newfound love now on life support, Xavier felt helpless and desperate for the first time in his life. After fruitlessly researching everything he could about his fiancee’s illness, he concluded that the only two ways to save her were either to somehow discover a new path to The Root, or to seek out the few individuals in this World capable of performing “true” magic. Neither of those options was viable at this point, as Xavier’s fiancee was running out of time.
It was at that point, however, that an opportunity presented itself, a third option… The Holy Grail War. While participating in such a crude sport full of backstabbing and foul play felt pretty quaint, Xavier knew that the omnipotent wish-granting capability of the Holy Grail was without a doubt the quickest and most surefire way to save his loved one. And so, the young Arkwright magus took off for Fuyuki City, Japan, determined to earn a wish from the Holy Grail that would change his fiancee’s otherwise inevitable fate...

Family History: The Arkwright family is a well-known, illustrious family of mages hailing from England. They have a long and extensive history, dating back nearly a thousand years. The family’s specialty is the displacement magecraft known as Flash Air - which does ring bells of a certain family from another World that exercised the same type of magecraft, but they have very little in common with them past that. The work of the Arkwright family seems to be mostly focused on the all too common goal of reaching The Root, all the while peacefully practicing their magecraft and keeping their bloodline going, like most mage families do.

Origin: Change

Elemental Affinity: Wind

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: C

Magecraft:

• General Magecraft: Everything listed in the OP.
• Flash Air: The type of displacement magecraft that the Arkwright family have been practicing for nearly a thousand years. Displacing a portion of space can place hostile projectiles behind the enemy, allow for their own projectiles to change trajectory by shifting space, allow for them to have their limbs appear anywhere, and make their enemy's own attacks hit them from behind. By changing door and window relations, one can even rearrange entire building layouts with this technique. However, because such an application would require much higher concentration, cast time and Mana expenditure, it’d be all but useless in a combat situation.
• Wind Magecraft: Basic wind manipulation and wind-based magics. Xavier can create miniature tornadoes or spherical gusts of wind, which he can then send at many different directions at once thanks to his Flash Air magecraft.
• Reinforcement: Xavier can apply Reinforcement to weapons or other inanimate objects, as well as his own body - such as strengthening his body to withstand attacks, or Reinforcing his eyes to receive a pseudo-Clairvoyance level of perception, though obviously much lower than a Servant’s. Cannot Reinforce living beings other than himself.
• Healing Magecraft: Allows for much quicker healing of wounds or ailments than through normal means by accelerating the body’s healing factor and the regeneration of cells and tissues. May heal statuses such as Poison. Time and Mana expenditure needed are based on the severity of the wound or ailment.

Equipment:

• Mystic Code - Founder’s Ring: The Mystic Code passed down from one head of the Arkwright family to the next. It is a silver ring with a skull on it, originally worn by the family’s founder, whose name has been lost in the ages. While worn on one’s finger, it acts as an Amplifier to their Flash Air magecraft. The Ring has a strange kind of persistent displacement curse put on it that causes it to teleport back to its owner, even if they had thrown it away, tossed it in the ocean, or otherwise misplaced it or attempted to get rid of it. Xavier was given this Mystic Code by his father to help him during the duration of the War.
• Enough funds to live lavishly throughout the entirety of the War. The Arkwright’s are an illustrious family, after all. Luckily, Xavier is quite the modest spender, so it’s unlikely that he would unwittingly betray his status as a wealthy magus by drawing too much attention to his monetary status.
• Various sets of clothes, ranging from fine suits, to more casual wear (for when he wants to draw less attention to himself).
• Various books on magecraft, as well as study materials pertaining to the Holy Grail War (common information, such as how the Summoning ritual works, how Servant contracts work, etc, no information on the War’s “true purpose”).
• A map of Fuyuki City, along with a small Japanese dictionary of basic terms to be able to communicate with the locals to some degree.

Skills: Less-than-average cook, surprisingly efficient at cleaning and other housekeeping duties, basic education in non-magi subjects, above-average intelligence, great at memorizing information, fast learner.

Name: Princess Tamatori

Class: Caster

Gender: Female



Alignment: Neutral Good





Weapon(s): A short wakizashi-style sword, a flask of water to aid her Water Element magecraft

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