[h1][color=royalblue]Xavier Arkwright[/color][/h1]
[h2]Arkwright Residence, Northern Shinto, Fuyuki City[/h2]
 
A young man silently watched from behind a window as the sun slowly set - painting the horizon in breathtaking shades of red, orange, and a little bit of violet. He’s tall, but not too tall, and lean, while he was sharply dressed in a dark grey suit and maroon dress shoes. His short, wavy hair was an odd shade of blue, while he wore a stylish pair of glasses on his person - the lenses turning into two bright rectangles as they reflected what little light the sun could spare before the warmth-giving star would leave this part of the Earth for the next few hours. To put it in layman’s terms, it was almost nighttime, which here meant that one Xavier Arkwright needed to hurry up!
 
Not too long ago, a messenger from the Holy Church had knocked on Xavier’s very doorstep - or, to be more precise, the doorstep of his current residence that he had booked before even arriving in Fuyuki City - as they informed our blue-haired magus that an entity known as ‘Ruler’ had called for a meeting between all participants of the Holy Grail War on neutral ground. Xavier had informed the Mage’s Association of his participation in the Holy Grail War beforehand, so it didn’t really surprise him that the Holy Church were also aware of his presence in Fuyuki City. After all, usually when the name of a well-known magi family like the Arkwright’s came up, news tended to travel twice as fast. Problem was… Xavier hadn’t even summoned a Servant yet! He had made all the necessary preparations, but between setting up a Bounded Field and various traps around his home, preparing the summoning ritual, getting hold of a catalyst to summon a Servant with, all the while studying what little material he could find on past Grail Wars, he had not anticipated that he would have to actually summon a Servant this soon. However, the invitation from this ‘Ruler’ person meant that Xavier now pretty much had to do so.
 
Brushing past the fine furniture of his lavish, pre-furnished home, the Arkwright heir climbed down the wooden staircase leading to the main hall, then proceeded to take a second pair of stairs down to the basement, where the summoning circle was located; The lighting in said basement was kind of dim (as tends to be the case with most basements), yet there was hardly a speck of dirt to be seen anywhere around. Though he didn’t like bragging about it, Xavier was actually surprisingly good at housekeeping duties for a male! In fact, one of the first things he had done once arriving in this house was meticulously cleaning up the basement. In retrospect, maybe spending so much effort on trivial tasks was precisely why he had taken so long to summon a Servant.
 
The blue-haired magus glanced at a peculiar shard of rock that rested atop a shelf nearby. He raised his arm and pointed his open palm towards it, as he focused his magical energy on it. Within a second, the shard of rock was now suddenly in his very hand. Xavier examined the piece of rock closely, feeling up with his fingers the text that was engraved on it; It was faint, having grown muddier with the ages, and appeared to be written in some kind of dead Hebrew dialect. Luckily, Xavier had already made sure to find out exactly what the translation was…
 
[i][color=royalblue]“Thou shall not kill…”[/color][/i]
 
The irony of such a phrase in the context of the Holy Grail War was not lost on the young Arkwright soon-to-be Master. Though he had never killed anybody in his life, nor did he feel particularly eager to, Xavier knew that the very nature of this time-old competition would probably force its participants to commit acts that went against their usual code of morality. The glasses-wearing youth touched the edge of the rock shard, which was actually quite sharp where the mineral had been broken. With a swift motion, Xavier used the sharp edge of the rock to cut his own palm, wincing and grunting slightly in pain as he did. He let his own blood drip on the summoning circle that was under his feet, then placed the shard of rock in the center of said circle. He took a few steps back and held his now open hand over the runic circle, bleeding palm facing downwards, revealing an elaborate red mark etched on the skin on the back of the young adult’s hand - his Command Seals.
 
And thus, Xavier Arkwright began the mystical chant that so many magi had used in the past…
 
[color=royalblue]“Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill...”[/color]
 
… so many people putting everything on the line for one, single, solitary wish. A chance to right wrongs, a chance to make things right… or in other cases, to sate their own greedy desires, or even to bring destruction. Regardless of their motivations for joining this ‘game’, they were all people who aspired to do the impossible. And, as Xavier was finishing reciting the summoning chant, a realization hit him that he was now officially one of them…
 
[color=royalblue]“... come forth, Protector of the Balance!”[/color]
 
There was no turning back now…

[@ConstantlyComic]