Name/Nickname/Titles: Uva von Einzbern

Gender: Female

Age: 5 (Chronologically)/19 (Appearance)

Personality: Uva has a preset personality of being a somewhat calm individual who will anaylze situations and even if she at times she may act based on her emotions she tries to act based on logic more. That being said she isn't the perfect Homunculus thus she will definitely at times let her emotions get the best of her, but that helps her blend into society better. She speaks rather formally, or atleast what she thinks is formal but actually is just without contractions, to others, and respects their opinions ahead of her own, not afraid to change her stance to match theres if it would be to her advantage, or beneficial to all involved. Due to that she may seem to be a bit gullible at times, not wanting to disagree with others thus will accept some things as wrong even if she should know they're correct.

She has a surprisingly strong sense of self but seems to be lacking in various areas, thus causing her to seem like she has no idea what to act like at times. Due to the reason she was made being to survive and win, she doesn't quite have the skills to survive in certain situations and instead must supplement them with knowledge and skills from other area. While she can plan for a fight and strategize for war, she would feel confused by things such as quick sales and peoples desire to grab as many things as they can for as little as possible, but would have to move along with it and try hard, treating it as if war instead of a savings hunt..

One would normally assume she made to think less of herself with the way she acts, a bit like a doll, but she is actually very self conscious when not pre-occupied and gets worried about how she comes across, and if she is causing issues for others. And more so if she's causing issues for the Einzbern Family as she is a member of their ranks. When one asks she seems quite confident in her own abilities, though starts to worry. The level of her intellegience can be argued but she atleast excels in methods of how to make it out alive and win battles.

Appearance: Uva has a good height of about 5'4, taller than some would expect when combined with her appearance. Being fairly skinny and somewhat pale, she looks as if she is ill suited to harsh situations, which is only partially true. Her skin being a bit pale fits with her color scheme, as she has oddly snow white hair that keeps part in front with the rest pulled back, and large red eyes which aren't easily found in the world.

Her wardrobe consists of several of the same outfit oddly, white dresses with black lines along some parts. As well she seems to wear white gloves at all times, and what appears to be a shawl with a large purple ribbon at the front. On her legs are tights, finally ending with the boots she wears over her feet.

Biography: As a Homunculus, Uva was unsurprisingly created. These events were three years ago. She was amongst several made to be used in the future, seeing as they knew when the next war would occur. Out of all those though, she was given the honor of being chosen as the one who would represent them in the future, and bring them the Holy Grail. Outside of that she had many uses though.

Over the following years she simply did as told, acting upon her orders without rising any complaints. While she was an Einzbern, she was not the one in charge and knew to listen to those above her. For a good while she believed herself to be perfectly made according to her specifications. Unfortunately as time kept passing she started realizing that wasn't the case.

Her emotions were stronger than she realized, and she had more thoughts about herself than she wanted. Uva considered asking about it but realized it was pointless. If those were there, that simply means they were intentionally placed within her. Perhaps to make allies or to excel in social situations that would indeed come up. After all one can't fight without a partner, and if one didn't have a sense of self, they would have a hard time earning the others respect.

There had been times when tests had come up to ensure she was able to perform at the level they desired but they never proved to be much of a problem. Her abilities were exactly as intended, and she actually showed promise beyond those, with good learning capability, thus causing her to start studying and learning more methods beyond her current ones.

Exploring her sense of self when she had time, she learned more about herself than she thought initially. Uva hadn't expected herself to be capable of such a wide range of thought or skills, which just made her feel stronger bother physically and mentally. Thinking upon it she came to the conclusion she was given this upon her creation to be able to function not for excelling in social situations or making allies, but so she'd have enough of an ego to be able to reflect upon situations, and create a better understanding of those she'd be fighting against one day.

The truth wasn't that far off. She truly was meant to be able to understand those against her and defeat them, as well as be skilled at Magecraft. Her Magecraft skills were not the top of what was possible, nor were her combat skills, but that was due to the idea that she would be able to manage and survive better if she had a balance between the two. Being specialized did not ensure her victory after all.

As the time came closer she prepared to depart, to learn the land of the war before it started. Packing up the artifact chosen by her family, she felt confident she would be able to bring them what they desired. Unfortunately upon her arrival she learned the country was not exactly what she expected. And then it was a matter of time till the incident itself started. Thankfully she had already gotten prepared.

Family History: Einzbern

Origin: Mending, To Repair

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: E

Quality of Magic Circuits: EX

Od: 1.6

Magecraft: As an Einzbern, Uva's basic Magecraft starts with Alchemy. Her skills are high up, as one would expect of an Einzbern, placing her as a first-rate alchemist. The area of specialty is Transmutation, priding herself on the fact she is using the art the Einzberns normally specialize in, thus proving her place amongst them.

She also is adept at Earth based Magecraft, such as creating spikes or changing the layout of the ground slightly. There is also Petrification, which at most takes away part of ones ability to move. Sadly this isn't her area of speciality despite matching her element.

Between the two she also is skilled at Healing Magecraft, speeding up the natural healing process. While the intention wasn't originally to heal others, it couldn't be ruled out she'd have to use it thus her skill with it is around Mid Level. She can't entirely remove large wounds in a short amount of time, but she can at least help the process and do a good patch job. Though she actually can heal major wounds, so long as the subject is willing to let her take her time.

Transference of Consciousness is the last one she has any notable amount of skill in. The transmitting of ones consciouness into another object to acquire information from it's perspective. She doesn't have familiars to practice it with though, but there are a few ways to use it despite that.

Her skills with General Magecraft are as to be expected though. Fairly skilled.

Equipment:

Mystic Code: Menders Gloves (Rank C)
Uva's pair of white gloves, which are meant to repair items or wounds. Using them is as simple as placing the hand covered gloves on the item in question, and pushing the spots together where they need to be fixed, as it will try to correctly mend them. They cause a bit of a stinging sensation on people and are no good on major wounds. Naturally they require the wearer to run Prana through them or they're just normal gloves.

As well Uva is carrying around a suitcase with a few metal bars inside, meant to be used with her Transmutation Arts to change them incase needed.

Skills: Uva was given the necessary skills to survive alone, such as cook and clean, as well as what was deemed necessary. Thus things such as Closer Quarters Combat, primarily throwing skills and holds at a mid-level, and being able to manipulate her voice to sound different or throw it and sound like it comes from another place. As well as having an amazing internal compass and sense of timing.

While she has the combat skills, her build isn't suited for fighting, nor is she particularly strong. So her skills are best for holding off those attacking her for a short time rather than eliminating enemies.

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Berserker is a vain individual, always taking time to flaunt his treasure, and sometimes even himself. Berserker sees those who conduct themselves as heroes of justice as fools for doing so. Berserker believes that one should live to increase their own wealth and status, seeing those who intentionally fight for others as hypocrites. Because of his selfish views, it should be made apparent that Berserker is an extremely greedy individual who is eager to increase his own wealth. He fights in the Holy Grail War in order to increase his own wealth, having an ambitious wish to plunder the treasures from other Heroic Spirits, to have a hoard to rival even the greatest of treasuries.

While Berserker is quite upset that he was eventually slain and had his treasure taken from him, he bears no direct hatred towards the famous dragonslayer who killed him. Instead, Berserker wishes to instill his own selfish ideals over what he perceives as "childish hypocrisy," whether it be telling him personally or burying him in a mountain of gold. Berserker will prefer the latter of the two, as his true anger is pointed towards his treacherous brother- the dragonslayer is just guilty by association. If Berserker were to fight against other Heroic Spirits with the Dragon attribute, he will boast about his great wealth and prestige. Berserker will laugh at other kings and rulers who have not achieved great prosperity, seeing them as lesser. When against the King of Heroes, specifically, Berserker will grow envious at his much larger treasury and will do anything in his power to have such a vault of immense treasures in his hands, possibly causing his Curse of Avarice to grow much faster in power.

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The class skill of Berserkers. Boosts parameters in exchange of sanity. This skill has been sublimated into Berserker's Curse of Avarice.

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The power to release a torrent of Mana from one's mouth comparable to the breath of a dragon, the strongest of the Phantasmal Races. By channelling his immense reserves of Mana through his draconized lungs, Berserker can expel a continuous torrent of flames. Additionally, as Berserker's Curse of Avarice changes him, Berserker's flames begin to change into a greener color, emitting a noxious gas toxic to all living things as well as Servants. At its strongest, this sickly flame is able to lay waste to the surrounding environment similar to nuclear energy. Berserker was said to have breathed his poisonous breath upon the lands surrounding his lair in order to protect himself and his vast treasure.


A skill that denotes one's mind wracked with greed. A curse that boosts one's parameters more wealth they amass. At the same time, one's thirst for treasure will rise until they are nothing but an avaricious beast. For Berserker, this curse manifests physically as a glowing mark on his chest, which increases in size and intensity as the curse takes hold of him. The more this skill affects him, the stronger his draconic aspects begin to manifest. Berserker's skin toughens to armor-like scales until only the strongest of attacks are able to pierce through them, his resistance to magic increases to where it rivals even Servants of the Knight classes, and his draconic breath strengthens to where it could match even the mightiest of dragon slayers. This curse, a form of Inversion Impulse, slowly transforms Berserker into a nigh-unstoppable dragon, the strongest of all the phantasmal beasts, and symbols of greed. It should also be noted that this skill makes Berserker weak against attacks with the 'dragon-slaying' attribute. This skill should be used with caution, and seeking to turn Berserker into a Dragon should only be reserved as a last resort. Aside from the incredible mana cost, Berserker's reasoning will to devolve to that of an unintelligible monster who only seeks to further add onto his hoard.


A Skill measuring one's fortune in acquiring wealth. Due to being the original owner of the Nibelung treasury, Berserker is promised a lifetime untroubled by money. However as the treasury also carried a potent curse that was said to bring all its bearers to ruin, his LCK is afflicted with two ranks down. Having stockpiled most of the treasury himself, he boasts a higher rank in this Skill then the hero Siegfried who merely gained ownership of it after Berserker's death. On the other hand, the curse he receives is also greater, dropping his LCK to the lowest possible rank.

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The cursed treasury that Berserker guarded in his life, this Noble Phantasm takes the shape of a golden ring with faintly glowing runes surrounding it. A ring said to bring whoever owns it unlimited wealth, the usage of this Noble Phantasm allows Berserker to draw out from his entire hoard, similar to a certain King of Heroes. Berserker can summon mounds of gold, gems, and other such treasures, raining it down upon his enemies until they are buried in his magnificent hoard. Unlike another famed treasury, Berserker is unable to fire his treasure like bullets, instead raining it upon his enemies in order to overwhelm them. Among Berserker's treasury is a vast store of many different sorts of weapons Berserker could use to his advantage. The only weapon of notable mystery, however, is the sword Hrotti, a blade that can compare to in strength to a C-classed Noble Phantasm, and would likely be one if Berserker was summoned in the Saber class. The more Berserker uses this Noble Phantasm, the greater his Curse of Avarice will change him. Likewise, the more Berserker's curse takes ahold of him, the more likely he will use this Noble Phantasm carelessly.

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Name/Nickname/Titles:
Gabriel Johann Schultheiß

Gender:
Male

Age:
Legal age - 26
Real age - 23

Personality:
Calm and collected, Gabriel speaks with a formal tone and hardly ever loses his cool over something. He is a very goal oriented and focused person and extremely competitive and ambitious, and as his training dictates, has been trained to keep calm in most situations. The somewhat slender man prefers talk and civility over fighting, and prefers to talk things out instead of immediately charging in head first. That said, he is no stranger to violence. The SS trains well, and beats out any form of weakness one might have during training for the position.

Despite his amicability and openness, the harsh training the SS undergo have had somewhat of an effect on him. He absolutely hates insubordination and orders are to be followed without question, to the letter. At least, in theory. He is loathe to break any sort of rules, but he does understand that sometimes plans need to chance depending on the situation presented with them. Even so - he has been sent by the SS to oversee this operation, and will see it succeed and will suffer no insubordination. Insubordination and opponents will be met with ruthless brutality.

His feelings towards Germany and the current political climate is somewhat mixed, truthfully. He himself, questions the direction the country is in, but after seeing the absolutely deplorable conditions the Germans were forced to live in - and that he himself grew up in - after World War 1, he is hesitant to call it a bad thing.

Appearance:
With bright, blond hair and blue eyes, Gabriel is almost a perfect example of what the current ruling party in Germany wants in a soldier. Standing at just five foot seven, Gabriel's only slightly detracting factor is his somewhat slight build and eternally seeming youthful appearance that doesn't seem to boast much musculature. Even so though he quickly distinguished himself among both the SS.

He is particularly fond of a white and gold military suit, as it is a designation of his special status as a Magus of the SS as well as the technical commander of the current operation. It has the usual Insignia of the SS-TV on his collar. In all, his appearance is not exactly what one would expect of the ruthlessness of someone who works in the Death Camps.

Biography:
Born in 1916 in the middle of the Great War, Gabriel lost his parents towards the end of the war. As a result, he never knew his parents that well, just vague memories and recollections. However, luckily for him he was taken in by his grandparents that lived in Munich, where he quickly learned that he was what was known in a certain underground world as a 'Magus'. Still, his family was nowhere near a very notable family - compared to certain larger groups and more secretive societies, his family was compared to children playing with magic cards.

Still his Grandparents taught and so he learned Magecraft. Even so, it never played a particular large part in his life to start with. His grandparents were insistent that such craft not be the focus of his life, as it would certainly only lead to troublesome things. So he spent his time learning more mundane topics. History, maths, sciences, etc. Other things. Still, his life was far from easy post great war. After the war, Germans were forced to live in harsh conditions and as such, thoughts of revenge and a desire to help German people with Magecraft grew. So against his grandparents wishes, he decided to learn Magecraft. He quickly became fascinated with it, taking to it like a moth to a flame and despite his own discovery that his aptitude for it wasn't the best, he cared not. He carried on like this for most of his teenage and youthful years.

It was around 1933 when Hitler and the NSDAP came to complete power in Germany. Gabriel was 17 at the time, and was quickly swept up by the appeals that the party could help Germany. A year later when the 'Junker Schools' were founded to train SS officers, he leapt at the chance to join. Of course, not anyone could just be taken in as a candidate. Sure, he fit the profile of the 'Ideal German Citizien' but that wasn't enough. He had little to no combat training. Against his grandparents wishes, he stole the family jewels, so to speak, altering his appearance so none would be able to identify him.

Of course, that's where Magecraft came into play. he managed to at first, insert himself into one of the Reichswehr as part of the Chancellors secret plans for military expansion. He forged some papers as well as his age, stating how long he had been a part of it. Stating he was a fresh recruit from before then and three years older than he actually was as well as altering the memory of those he had too. He received his his first military training from here where he quickly distinguished himself from his peers with excellence in training as well as determined and goal focused attitude.

It was in 1934 when the first Junker Schools founded - A Leadership school specifically designed to train SS officers. He leapt at the chance to become one of them. The training by far, was not what most would willingly go through. The schools were designed to teach the officer cadet to be adaptable, able to handle any order given to them as well as instill a sense of racial superiority and nationalist ideologies. Of course, Gabriel was no exception and underwent just as harsh conditions as everyone else. Still, after nineteen months of the harsh training, in 1935 he was a fully fledged member of the SS - one of their more prominent members to boot.

It was then, he was recruited into the SS-TV - that is, the special regiments designed to specifically oversee and work in the the concentration camps. So he went to Dachau in order to have further training as well as a role in this absolutely horrid state of affairs. Just following orders, is all. Even so, he still questions the harsh conditions on the people there, but he never voiced such concerns. That would be treason, and he'd already gotten himself this far into it, it would be difficult to back out now.

Eventually, he completed the special type of SS-TV training required of those working in the Death Camps. For a few years, while he never oversaw a Camp himself he was a well respected member among those in Buchenwald where he was transferred later.

However, when word and talk of the Holy Grail surfaced, he was chosen among all the others to oversee the operation as it was well known within the higher up of the SS that he was at least into more...occult things, and as such had a fairly large influence within the regime. Loyal, likely not to break protocol or betray the Chancellor - he was the perfect candidate.

So he performed the summoning ritual, and headed off to Japan.

Origin:
'Order'

Elemental Affinity:
Fire and Wind

Number of Magic Circuits:
C

Quality of Magic Circuits:
C

Od:
B

Magecraft:
Unfortunately, Gabriel is no great mage no matter what the NSDAP or the Thule society wants. Aside from his Od, his Magic Circuits and the quality of them, just isn't top of the line. Not that many know this - its a well kept secret he plays close to his vest.

His most notable use of this, is use Fire and Wind related magecraft, to make small electrical currents to have a stun effect on people. Perhaps with a bit of practice he could do more with it, but there is a limit to what he's capable of with his magic circuits.

He is somewhat versed in Memory manipulation. While not extremely strong, against normal people it helped him get ahead in his own life since he is effectively able to erase his presence from peoples memories as well as give himself an alibi in the form of inserting himself into one, should he have need of it. It is how he got into the SS training classes at a Junker School as a student, initially.

Knows some rudimentary healing Magecraft, though it's nothing special and isn't going to be healing anyone from any major injury.

Equipment:
Mystic Code: Emerald Pendant (Rank C)
A simple emerald pendant, one of the sole heirlooms of his family. In essence, it is a simple item which allows one to temporarily alter their appearance to whatever they desire for a predetermined duration of time at the cost of some energy. It will wear off after awhile, but as long as the Magus is aware of the time and how much energy they put into it it shouldn't be much of a problem. Other Magus will be able to tell at least, there is a spell being cast though they may not know the exact nature of it. He passes it off as a 'simple protection spell'

Mystic Code: Amplifier (Rank B)
A simple blade given to him to help amplify his magic, though the effectiveness is somewhat questionable. It is made of a super-conductive metal to help conduct electrical currents to aid with his particular affinities.

Walther PP pistol. Simple, effective, standard issue firearm.

Skills:
Gabriel has training in close quarters combat, how to use a number of different firearms as well as was trained in how to use a sword.
Is also fairly good at cooking. Surprisingly, likes to spend his free time doing that.

Name:
Gustavus Adolphus the Great

Class:
Archer

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Gustavus stands at a fairly tall five foot ten, with a head full of scruffy long golden blond hair and blue eyes. He has a very youthful appearance, unlike the portraits of him in the past consist of. He comments this was more of what his appearance was in his youth, though he never had this much hair. The hair in question falls to his shoulders, often falling over them and coming to a rest on his neck. He still seems fond of a military uniform of white, blues, and golds.

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral

Personality:
Gustavus' personality is...well, perhaps not exactly what one might expect. Or perhaps it is. Friendly, amicable, a little on the jovial side. He likes people, and can found chatting up random strangers, regardless of their standing or position in whatever society they are in. He likes people, and people tend to like his charm and find themselves drawn to his charisma regardless of their own position. Indeed, even as a servant it seems he still has a tendency to be both loved by the Nobility and those in power, and by the little people. He doesn't really act very 'kingly' as far as a number of people are concerned, but perhaps this is why he is liked so well?

He doesn't like sitting still, and always can be found doing something if he has free time. During battle, he takes a somewhat more serious approach. He always aims to end battles quickly and swiftly. This means that despite being an archer, he has a tendency to want to fight on the front lines, regardless of his status as such. He himself really doesn't like sitting back while watching his allies fight in his stead. He'd be a poor king simply to lead from the safety of his castle while his men risk their necks.

However - since becoming a servant instead of devoting everything to God, Country, and King - he is no longer a King or views himself as such. He devotes everything to the cause of his master, and is extremely loyal to that cause. This however, might cause some conflicts, especially if his master is of the less nobly aligned. Gustavus strove for peace in an Era marked by constant warfare, even if his detractors sometime say he had plans to conquer the entire region. He only did so, because at the time he saw that as the only way the constant strife was going to end.

While he himself admits he is no saint, he has very little interest in causing new wars, but will not hesitate to jump into one to take command and save people, be they his or innocent bystanders regardless.

History:
Gustavus' history doesn't deviate too much from established history. Born in Stockholm, he was the oldest son of Duke Charles. At the time, the king of Sweden was his cousin, Sigismund. At least, until Charles forced Sigismund to give up the throne in 1599, a premonition of the strife to come in the Thirty Years war. He reigned as regent, until he collected the throne as Charles IX of Sweden. In 1611, his father died and left him the throne at just 16 years old. He inherited a series of wars from his father, much to his dismay.

Gustavus never liked war. He never liked seriously fighting even if he was good at it, but war was something that was going to be the foundation of his life, it seemed. When he took the throne, he made several radical military, political, and economic reforms in order to modernize Sweden and help protect his people and country from the Catholics and other invaders. Most notably, was the unification of the Aristocracy and Crown. He was able to enact policies in where the aristocrats were to use their wealth to help the state. He was able to gain both the cooperation of the Aristocrats as well as the love of the common folk.

He died in the Battle of Lutzen in 1632 after being separated from his men in the battlefield. After being shot in the arm below the elbow, losing his horse as it was shot in the neck and only falling when he was shot in the back and stabbed with a bayonet - and even then, survived until an enemy soldier shot him point blank in the face.

Weapon:
A simple, but well made Sabre is his main choice of weapon in life.

Parameters:

• STR: Rank C
• CON: Rank B
• AGI: Rank C
• MGI: Rank E
• LCK: Rank C

Class Skills:
Independent Action: A
A skill that denotes a servant is able to take action independent of their master. Typically seen as a mixed blessing, Gustavus has a high ability in this skill allowing him to take action without being ordered to by his master. Being a king and military commander, he often led charges on the front line alongside his troops and being able to act independently upon the battlefield is a needed skill for any soldier. It was in one such charge, he was killed after becoming separated from his men. Additionally, under the event his master is injured or otherwise disposed, it allows him to remain in this world longer, if only even for a week.

Magic Resistance: E
In his life, Gustavus never encountered magic or magecraft much. As such, his skill with this is unfortunately rather low. He can not cancel spells, but magic damage is reduced by a marginal amount.

Personal Skills:

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Bravery of Lions: A
A special type of Charisma earned from his legends and myth as the 'Lion of the North' and 'The Lion of Midnight'. Gustavus was a king who led his troops to victory upon the battlefield alongside them. He was respected among the battlefield, often taking the head of the charge himself alongside his troops as fearless as a Lion. As a fearless Lion, his bravery and charisma rubs off on others in the battlefield and encourages them to fight.

Military Tactics: B
A military genius, he led his nation and men to many victories using new methods of strategy and tactics. A skill not for use against one on one situations, but rather against entire armies. It increases ones own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, as well as when dealing against another Anti-Army Phantasm.

Krigsfadern - Innovation: A
Innovation, a special skill granted to heroes who brought about a revolution in an era. Krigsfadern - so called the 'Father of Modern Warfare' by many, and Gustavus' version of this skill of revolutionizing and forming the basis of warfare for the next two centuries. It is the conception of his military and progressive political and economic reforms. Against servants that are still caught in medieval times and use blade and mounts, it offers plus corrections against their more 'primitive' way of fighting. Essentially, most servants from before the 1600s. However, against magic and other such creatures the effect diminishes greatly and depending, skills and stats may drop. Casters especially.

Reformation of an Empire: B
In life, Gustavus, with the help of his aides were able to completely reform the nobility and he was close friends with most of the highly influential aristocrats. At the same time, he used his power to help the common folk, and in kingdoms he conquered, he famously made the nobility give the commoners more autonomy. He was a rare thing in the seventeenth century - a king beloved by both nobility and the common folk. The manifestation of this ability does away with the stagnancy of old and brings about a new age. In effect, it heals the wounds of his allies to some extent, removes all negative statuses brought about by a battle or age, ends all arguments and brings them together, creating a bright, new dawn for an empire and all those in it and leads them to victory.

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Noble Phantasm:

Der Löwe aus Mitternacht

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Name:
Der Löwe aus Mitternacht
Title:
Fury of the Lion
Rank:
C+
NP Type:
Anti-Army
Range:
1~5
Maximum Number of Targets:
40
Description:
Gustavus was well known at the time to have made great innovative strategies among the battlefield, especially in regards to equipping his soldiers with light muskets and introduced a perfected form of Salvo fire at near pointblank range. It was extremely effective in war, able to mow down cavalry within seconds and follow it up with a devastating charge of pikes and swords. This Noble phantasm is a remnant of this innovation, and he is able to summon several of these light muskets and artillery canon and fire upon a foe at close range multiple times. It does not take much energy, and easily deployable if somewhat lower powered. Damage and effectiveness is increased against Rider Classes.

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Name:
Der Löwe aus Mitternacht
Title:
Mighty roar of the Lion
Rank:
A+
NP Type:
Anti-Army
Range:
10-50
Maximum Number of Targets:
200
Description:
Aside from his equipping his infantry with light muskets able to fire a hail of bullets, he also equipped them with extremely mobile, light artillery that could take a more active role in battle instead of just being passive observers. The second use of his Noble Phantasm, is to summon these cannon in fully and launch a devastating, all out attack across a large area, destroying nearly everything within it. However, it loses its Buff against Rider class. It is extremely high powered and devastating, and once deployed can fire a hail of artillery canon upon an enemy for an extremely devastating attack, reducing most of the ground to craters.

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Personality: At a glance, she appears to be the ‘perfect beauty’. Soft-spoken and amicable to those that approach her, Janika could very well be called a ‘kindly Ojou-sama’ type — she sometimes appears to thoughtlessly flaunt her wealth, and the way she speaks and acts certainly lends credence to the image of ‘high-class lady’ she appears to cultivate just by existing, but if questioned, she would say with absolute honesty that such things are not her intention, and she is merely acting how she was taught to.

Sometimes, however, that perfectly cultivated image of class just. . .cracks. Perhaps it is a word spoken out of turn. Maybe it is her tone taking on a rougher tilt. Maybe it would just be the way she holds herself. This is perhaps a reminder that, no matter how hard one tries, some tendencies just cannot be curbed. Nonetheless, she attempts to live by the ideas her family instilled in her.

Grace in her every step, elegance in her every motion and eloquence in her every word, beauty in each gesture. Ruthlessness in her every decision, coldness against every enemy, cunning in her every deal.

Those were the principles she was raised with, those were the principles she would follow to her last breath, even if she might sometimes stumble along the way. Her nobility is easily seen from a mile away — and her words would do little more than reaffirm it, regardless of her being in one of the rougher moments or not.

In the end, however, she is not cruel.

Calculating, perhaps. Manipulative even. And she would not deny to be pragmatic enough to exploit her own appearance and hide her intentions beneath a beatific smile and a kind word. But she has never taken any pleasure in deceiving anyone, and most likely she never will, nor has she ever thought to lord her superiority over others.

It is not that she is humble — far from it, in fact. But what is the point of spouting what should already be known as a fact? Yes, she is better — family, connections, wealth, talent. . .if it is conceivable, she would possess it, but that is no reason to gloat — it is simply how the world worked. You would not be proud of getting up every morning, so why should she be proud of something equally natural? To be superior is merely the way things are. At the same time, she is also not kind — she would give no second thought to the idea of leaving someone behind if they proved a dead weight, and she would certainly not lose any sleep over any betrayal, but those weren't things to be proud of — merely tasks to get done. No more, no less, and she has never seen the world any differently.

Rather, it is her duty to do as she sees fit, it is her duty to further herself and her family even at the expense of others, it is her duty to be the proper Lady Magus of there ever was one — and that is really all there is to it. Sometimes she ponders if it could have been any different if life had thrown her a different lot, but she always dismisses the thought with the same quickness as it came — to bring glory to the family name, to perpetuate the line, to further their work. Those are the duties she has taken upon herself, the responsibilities thrust in her hands from an early age, and there is no reason to shirk away from them or ponder on useless ‘what ifs’. The only thing that matters is the here and now, and those who try to run away from it are no more than fools.

Perhaps most interestingly, she lacks any real wish to make upon the Grail — her sole desire is to bring glory to her family and further their standing, so any one thing she could ask for would be ‘for the sake of the Edelfelt name’ should she achieve victory. Or at least, so she tells herself.

Biography: Relatively young, she is one of the two current heirs to the Edelfelt family of magi, a proud lineage of Finnish descent. There is not really much to say about her other than the obvious — from the moment of her birth, her life had been set ahead of her, and all that was expected was that she’d follow through the motions.

And so, she did, with nary a complaint. While in her younger years she often snapped at people with a fiery temper and a glare to match, she was soon taught to hold her emotions locked deep within instead of wearing them on her sleeve — even if sometimes the task proves a tad harder than others. She dedicated her life to follow the path of the Magus, pursuing the ideal with her full efforts, perhaps out of a sense of filial love, perhaps because it was the only thing she had ever known. Regardless, the fact remained — she excelled, though that much was already beyond doubt.

Growing up as she did would perhaps be called boring, though she preferred the term ‘safely predictable’. Her life was confined to a small set of variables — and that, she could work with. Never really giving much thought to what awaited her beyond the obvious, she seemed content to study the craft and quietly continuing to work. However, when the news came to them of the opportunity to wage war against the Tohsakas, Einzberns and Matous on their precious backwater, to steal from them that great artifact, their vaunted ‘Holy Grail’, it was an injection of ‘something new’ into what was once a drab, colorless world.

She did not dislike the idea, not really. The thought of summoning legendary figures from ages past in order to engage in battle for a wish, stealing everything those three owned in the process? It might not have been her that devised the plan, but she certainly found it an interesting venture — and if that required her to get her hands dirty, it was something she could live with.

Perhaps, a voice in the back of her mind whispered, she could even learn to enjoy it.

Family History: Edelfelt

Origin: Duplicity

Elemental Affinity: Water and Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: A

Magecraft:

Conversion: Family attribute of the Edelfelt. Strictly speaking, the name covers the concept itself, but it is best known for its conduciveness to Jewel Magecraft. The capability that allows for the Edelfelt to place magical energy into other substances, enduring outside of the body.

Ore Scales: Sorcery Trait of the Edelfelt. The Crest is shared. The two Masters are one. The moon in the night sky is mirrored in the surface of the lake. Two sisters multiply each other's power.

Scandinavian Curses: Simply oriented around physical effects of harm. Does not include those other possibilities such as attacking the mind, causing decay, inverting causality, resonating with similarities, and so on. The specialization is, of course, the single-action curse known as Gandr. Through overcharging, release of a more powerful "Finn Shot" is possible. At the maximum output, even stopping a heart is possible.

Conversion (Traits): Deals with the ability of shifting the nature of something into something else, more appropriate to deal with the situation at hand. Generally, this could be a called a mix of the Conversion trait of the Edelfelts with Jewel Magecraft and Alteration — in simple terms, storing preset spells in Jewels in order to be able to Alter something at a moment's notice, a habit that doubtlessly owes to her nature as ‘someone who changes according to the situation’. Akin to enchantments in a video game, the Jewels are able to confer ‘traits’ or ‘attributes’ to what she sees fit, such as ‘a sword becoming a fire-sword’ or other such examples. There are, of course, limits depending on the quality and number of jewels at her disposal, but she would like to think that those are the last two things she would need to worry about.

It is hardly anything flashy — but that is fine by her as is.

Equipment:

Jewels: Eight Jewels that doubtlessly can be called ‘A-Rank’, suffused with Magical Energy, although they do not yet hold any Alteration spell. At the same time, she also possesses four others, two of which have been supercharged with both her elements, her mother’s own Lightning suffusing the other two. Though she has crafted two more through excess Prana throughout her lifetime and inherited another as a last gift, however, those remain tied to her Mystic Code.

Mystic Code: Argent On the surface, a lady cane — certainly high quality silver and of fine craftsmanship and make, decorative enough. However, the three jewels inset on the handle and body allow her to quickly and efficiently summon forth elemental barrages against those that cross her. She will admit to not be the sort of savant her sister is — but that is just fine, and her efforts are mainly oriented towards ‘support’ more than anything else.

Skills: She shines in terms of negotiations, by far the more gregarious and diplomatic of the two, and although her raw physical power — even if cheating herself — is outshone by her sister, she does have a fair grasp and training on hand-to-hand and knows how to use her body and her cane to great extent — she can (and oftentimes does) aptly wield it as a staff. In terms of ‘skill’, she ranks higher — after all, it is also a Lady’s duty to know how to properly put down undesirables.

STATUS

Class: Rider
True Name: Sigurd
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

APPEARANCE

Though it is perhaps cliché, Rider’s own appearance makes it rather easy to tell for anyone that looks upon him that he is ‘a great hero’. A lean frame that brims with confidence and strength, his height allows him to tower over most, easily standing at nearly two meters tall, features seemingly carved from marble, no less handsome for it and set into a permanent amused smirk. His skin is tan, taut muscles seemingly bereft of scars despite the notion that the man that boasts of them is a born warrior, and his ashen hair falls down, almost reaching his back, in a mess that is not devoid of its own grace. Though the blood is far too diluted to mean much, he still boasts the red eyes of those who possess the ichor of the divine flowing through their veins, set alight akin to twin crimson pyres, a wild air about him that is his constant companion wherever he goes.

Cutting an imposing figure, he is clad in the armaments of antiquity, a warrior displaced in time. A silver cuirass with blue accents – like breaking waves – along the edges covers his upper body, fashioned into the peak of human physique, made of a certain material long since unavailable to the modern world. Vambraces of the same make and pattern, greaves and boots comprise his armor alongside it and glimpses of fur can be seen, perhaps indicating the wearer is more used to colder climates, black leather pants underneath.

PARAMETERS

STR: A END: A
AGI: C MGI: D
LCK: E

*Parameter corrections have taken place due to the place of the summoning and the Master in question.

CLASS SKILLS

Riding: A+. The hallmark of the Rider class, accounting for expertise in handling vehicles or animals. Rider can freely manipulate the simplest vehicles or state-of-the-art technology with ease, and at this Rank, even Phantasmal Beast or Divine Beast-class creatures may be commanded and used as mounts, though it does not apply to members of the ‘Dragonkind’.

Magic Resistance: -. A Skill that determines the level of inherent resistance the Servant possesses against Thaumaturgy that attempts direct interference upon the self.

. . .However, it has been lost.


PERSONAL SKILLS

Revelation: X. An anecdote of his story tells of his consumption of the dragon’s blood and later, heart, and following this, he was able to know of the dwarf Regin’s plan to murder him and have Fafnir’s hoard entirely for himself thanks to the birds warning him ahead of time, after which Sigurd killed the dwarf. He is not truly talking with them – rather, upon consumption, he artificially inherited a sort of ‘wisdom’ that manifested itself as a strange connection with the world. He is able to interpret the song of birds, the caress of the wind upon blades of grass and the thrum of mana in the air as warnings or advice on ‘what is the best path’ or ‘what will come next’.

However, Rider seems to have willingly sealed it away, or is otherwise ignoring it wholesale. The only leftover is a persistent sense of ‘déjà vu’. Perhaps it is not something that should be said, but Rider seems to be less than fond of this.

Prana Defense: A+. A variation of the skill known as ‘Prana Burst’. The fundamentals remain unchanged – use of prana as fuel to accomplish greater feats, but this variation is oriented purely towards defense. Effectively, it is ‘magical energy translated into armor’. The act of bathing in Fafnir’s blood changed the nature of his existence to that of a ‘dragon’, and the act of partaking in its flesh and organs gifted him with the so-called ‘Dragon Factor’ – effectively, Rider is constantly wrapped in magical energy reminiscent to that of such creatures, suffusing the entirety of his physical form, and even without accounting for any physical protections, his body alone is already on par with the Dragonkind – such is the true nature of ‘the hero Sigurd’s invincible skin’ so often praised. However, this invulnerability possesses the same caveat that would be expected – a linden leaf stuck to his back while bathing, and made that place the only one of his body the blood would not reach, and thus, the only true weakness in a defense that should have been, by all rights, absolute.

Due to this, his Saint Graph as a whole manifests the nature of a ‘Dragon’, and thus, he is liable to be more vulnerable against heroes or weapons associated with ‘Dragon Extermination’. It is quite ironic that the bane of one of the greatest dragon-slayers would be ‘kindred spirits’.

Berserk: C. An ability that results of the combination of Mad Enhancement and Bravery. While under its effects, Sigurd becomes ‘as a savage animal’ – rather than mechanically obeying the Master like Berserkers with higher Ranks of Mad Enhancement, he becomes obsessed with ‘the fight itself’, devoting himself to the complete annihilation of those classified as ‘the enemy’. Though he was not known to fly into such frenzies within his legend, he has gained this skill due to distorted views – such things are ‘what is expected’ from ‘Norse heroes’, and so, it is only natural that ‘the archetypal hero of Norse origin’ possesses the ‘archetypal skill of Norse origin’.

Inversion Impulse: E. The urge to give in to an impulse that is both 'inherent to the self' yet 'completely alien to the self'. In the case of Sigurd, this impulse speaks to the nature of 'Dragon' that pervades his Saint Graph, the blood running through his veins and drenching his skin. Fafnir was not a two-bit lesser drake – but rather, an archetypal existence that burned the meaning of 'dragon' in generations to come, only rivalled by one other. Tapping into this forbidden well causes a surge in STR not too dissimilar to the effect of Monstrous Strength.

However, every time it is used, there will be a Rank-up to the Skill. Through E to B, no changes will occur in the physical sense – though the Servant's psyche may be compromised, if still functional – but, as the grudge of his blade grows and this Skill attains its apex, should it be used for one last time when it reaches A Rank, a shift will be made manifest upon Sigurd's Saint Graph, turning him into something far removed from the man he is now.


NOBLE PHANTASM

Grani – Through the Flames, Nothing shall Bar Our Path

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 1-99

A fantastical existence known as Grani, Sigurd’s much beloved gray mare. The horse itself is of magnificent stock – a gift from Odin while disguised as an old man, through its veins runs the blood of Sleipnir. Though it has attained ‘only’ Phantasmal Beast status, it should be noted that its age and lineage make it an incredibly strong specimen. Sigurd may call Grani during combat in order to supplement his mobility and attempt to trample his enemies under powerful hooves, but in the end, this is not the true use of ‘Grani, Sigurd’s Noble Phantasm’, so much as it is a use of ‘Grani, Sigurd’s powerful mount’.

Rather than ‘combat’, the Noble Phantasm could be said to be a combination of both Sigurd and Grani in tandem used for ‘travel’. A certain fragment of his legend speaks of how one of Gunnar’s tasks was to pass the ring of fire in order to court Brynhildr, and it is noted to be a task only Grani could accomplish – and only with Sigurd using it as his mount. There are no mentions of why such a thing was required or how such a feat was accomplished beyond the implied ‘Grani was the best of horses, and Sigurd the best of heroes’, and the Noble Phantasm is both a crystallization of the feat and the implication it carried. No matter how treacherous the path, complicated the Bounded Field or well-defended the fortress, should the True Name of the Noble Phantasm be activated, Sigurd and Grani will inevitably appear at their set destination as though by spatial transference – effectively ‘Grani and Sigurd must travel through treacherous ground in order to arrive’ shifts into ‘Grani and Sigurd travelled through treacherous ground in order to arrive’, forcing the world to conform to such ‘truth’ and skipping the ‘journey’. So long as Sigurd knows where the place he wishes to travel to is located, they shall ‘certainly reach their destination’.

It could be said to be similar to a writer’s own laziness in not figuring out a means through which the hero could have bypassed the traps in his way, and simply insisting that he did because ‘this is one of those situations where the destination is more important than the journey, isn’t it? Just get on with the story!’. Of course, the flipside of such is that the farther away the destination and the more dangerous the path (interesting from a storytelling standpoint), the more magical energy will be consumed if the Noble Phantasm is used.

Audiences are truly merciless.


Gram – Blade of Glory, Blade of Ruin.

Rank: A++
Type: Anti-Army
Maximum Number of Targets: 500
Range: 1-99

The fabled ‘sword in the tree which grants sovereignty’, a prototype of the arguably more famous ‘sword in the stone that selects the king’, doubtlessly among the strongest of magic swords and the very strongest blade of Norse origin. Originally crafted by the gods and retrieved by Sigurd’s father, Sigmund, it was broken by Odin’s Gungnir during battle. An episode of his legend tells of his quest to find a sword ‘worthy of a hero’ that will permit him to slay Fafnir. Regin forged for him two meager blades, which broke upon testing due to Sigurd’s phenomenal might, and in the end, the youth handed the dwarf the remnants of his father’s blade in order to remake it for the son. However, this is not the end of the tale.

Indeed, it was first forged by the gods. Indeed, it was remade by the dwarf – inhuman in both make and size, boasting enormity only such hands could confer. Yet, at the same time, it was weak because it had been remade – Mystery, once lost, cannot be regained. Such is the way of the world, and Gram’s was lost the very moment Odin broke it. Thus, although first-rate and able to withstand Sigurd’s strength, the blade itself was still a shadow of its former self – its self when it was unbroken and unsullied, which could never be attained again regardless of the smith being the lowest wretch of the mortal realm or the highest among gods. Instead, a different route was taken.

Its nature shifted. Its form shifted. Its identity shifted. Gone was the elegant Sword in the Tree – make way now for the blade that would bring about glory beyond measure and ruin beyond measure, a sword that collected into itself the hatred and curses of the fallen, a demonic blade steeped in the grudges of those slain by Sigurd. Those grudges are the chief source of its power – for hatred that lasts beyond death is no small thing, promising ‘glory on the battlefield’. Yet, at the same time, they also bring about the ‘ruin’ of the wielder – causing Sigurd’s Luck to plummet.

In practical terms, the blade will absorb Mana from the surrounding area and passively feast upon Sigurd’s magical energy upon being wielded, accumulating it within. Thus, the longer the battle goes on, the faster it can be activated, which can be useful under certain circumstances. Runes carved upon the flat of the blade channel and augment – ‘amplify’ – the prana within, and True Name invocation will cause an explosive release of magical energy for the purpose of ‘destruction’ alone. Compared to the elegant gold slashes of certain Holy Swords and the semicircle of searing twilight unleashed by one in particular, Demonic Blade Gram’s release is shaped like a raging, unreasonable cone of vivid crimson that even Sigurd has great difficulty controlling, and it would be no less than ruinous if loosed carelessly.

Physically, the blade is shaped like a truly gargantuan greatsword, almost longer than Sigurd himself is tall and as wide as two and a half adult hands pressed flat. Unlike the more ornate weapons of the era said to be wielded by this man, Gram carries nothing to disguise its true nature – a masterfully crafted killing tool, lacking even a guard, and devoted solely to bringing about the deaths of those in the path of the swing. Though razor sharp – Regin was indeed a master of his craft – its enormity makes it seem more like it would be used as a giant, bladed club than an actual cutting tool like Sigurd can – and indeed, any man that does not possess the strength of the aforementioned dragon-slayer would find it nearly impossible to even lift it, much less wield it, and would likely decry it as far too massive to be called a sword – more like a lump of metal with a handle that would be more at home displayed as a parody. As mentioned, various runes are carved upon the blade and are key to its use as a Noble Phantasm – though they also accomplish a ‘warding’, keeping the grudges of the slain Gram so greedily feasts upon contained within the steel. An unwieldy demonic weapon that one would think to be the tool of a villain, nonetheless owned by a first-rate hero that passed on to the annals of history.

Owing to the nature of its most famous kill, the blade possesses a bonus against those who exhibit the nature of a ‘Dragon’, such as a certain King from a certain island.

Incidentally, it would be renamed ‘Balmung’ at a later date, most prominently within Wagner’s Nibelungenlied and Ring Cycle in general, suffering a change in appearance and a revision to its origins, shifting its nature once more. One cannot help but be thankful for this – after all, ‘that man’ already had enough troubles heaped upon him.


DETAILS: BACKGROUND

The great hero of the Völsunga Saga, and oft regarded as the greatest and most famous within Norse mythology, Sigurd, Son of Sigmund and Slayer of Fafnir. A mortal that lived during the Age of Gods, one through whose veins still ran the blood of Odin, he fostered under Regin, the brother of Fafnir, who would be the one to both give him his famous sword and egg him on to slay the dragon, thereby starting the chain of events that would lead to the episodes depicted in his legend. He would meet a certain woman – a Valkyrie by the name of Brynhildr, whom he would exchange vows with, yet she would nonetheless foretell his doom and marriage to another woman. Eventually parting ways, he would arrive to a certain court, where the queen would slip by him a potion that would force Sigurd to forget all about Brynhildr, and thus render him amenable to marriage with Gudrun.

He would be fast friends with (and loyal to) his brother-in-law, Gunnar, who would attempt to woo Brynhildr herself, but the tests of the Valkyrie would prove too much and, exchanging oaths of secrecy and with a heavy heart, Sigurd would supplant him. He did not remember Brynhildr – he simply felt the acts went against his sense of honor and her own dignity, yet he remained steadfast in his loyalty and successfully passed her tasks, exchanging places with Gunnar once he was no longer needed.

Life would be kind, for a while. But lies, as we all know, cannot last. Eventually discovering the truth, feeling cheated out of the man she desired and burning with indignation, Brynhildr succumbed to her love for Sigurd.

. . .Yet, for a Valkyria that ferries souls to Valhalla, ‘to love’ is synonymous with ‘to kill’. And so, she did, arranging for the death of the man she held so dear. That was the sad end to a sordid tale, and eventually Brynhildr would willingly commit suicide by throwing herself to Sigurd’s own funeral pyre, their ashes scattered and mixing in the winds.


DETAILS: PERSONALITY AND DISPOSITION

Summoned as Rider, he takes the form of his younger years – one he doubtlessly prefers the most. Compared to the more meditative Saber, the Rider incarnation is still a youth that thirsts for excitement and battle, and even though he attempts to sound relatively dignified, he often slips into rougher speech patterns, most prominently when his battle-lust is roused – perhaps part of the fault lies with the distortions of his culture sphere across time, but Sigurd would readily admit to his nature as a hoodlum even while alive. In short, he gives the ‘delinquent older brother’ impression.

Boastful, proud and nonetheless agreeable, Sigurd is what some would not hesitate to call an odd individual – though one who was aware of his tragic life could be led to believe that he would be the type that carries a somber air about him, the reality is far different, being the sort of man one could not help but bond over drinks with, someone who lives in the present, chasing the moment with all his being. He possesses pride, of course – pride as a hero, pride as a man. His entire life was spent thirsting for adventures like a man lost in the desert would thirst for water, whether recorded in the runestones or not – for is it not the duty of a hero to be grander, to live a life more exemplary than anyone else? To seek challenges in the morn, fight the strongest in the afternoon, make merry with one’s companions at night and do it all over again the next day?

Indeed, much like ‘that one’, Sigurd’s life was spent doing ‘what a hero should do’, but unlike ‘that man’, who believed that heroes should merely limit themselves to doing as other asked, dangerous existences that they were, Sigurd’s own belief was that a hero should strive towards greatness and follow his own heart more than anything, accomplishing great tasks not because it was requested, but because that was their very nature, how things were meant to be.

He has no personal grudges about how his life turned out, even though it was one that was not lacking in wrong turns. ‘I did my best, I think, so I will not sully my pride and their memory with regrets.’, or so he would say. He met two women he loved with all his heart and forged priceless friendships – so long as those moments, ephemeral as they were, remain engraved into his heart, Rider personally thinks that there is no point in regrets and letting them chain him to the past, since they made the precious memories all the sweeter for it.

Thus, although summoned in a War for the Holy Grail, he does not find the price particularly enticing. To him, crossing blades and testing his mettle against legendary heroes from different eras is a reward in and of itself, and as far as he is concerned, his wish has been granted upon summoning.

He respects courage, sticking to one’s principles and the drive to improve and achieve one’s goals most of all, and thus looks down on those with weak wills. He accepted long ago that the world is an unreasonable mess most of the time, uncaring about what is just and what is not, and that bad things happen to good people and vice-versa. Thus, even though he personally leans towards justice, unless he finds the Master that summoned him to be incredibly disagreeable or completely opposed to his beliefs, he will follow orders out of loyalty, and can appreciate the qualities he admires even in the bitterest of enemies, praising them without reservation if he believes they deserve it. This means he has great flexibility in terms of lords he will serve under, but nonetheless, accounting for his own personality and tastes, it would not be wrong to say that he has the greatest compatibility with the sort of dunderheaded idiot that does not know when to give up.

As previously mentioned, he does not think he has a wish worth using the Grail for – and he will certainly not consider changing anything about his life. However, now, with his memories intact, he cannot help but perhaps wait, and hope, that a certain woman would also make an appearance in whatever battlefield he is called to, so that he could bear his sincere feelings one last time. Perhaps that is the only thing that weighs in his memory.

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Personality: Best described as a fairly simple, amicable young woman. While bearing the demeanor of a princess raised in a castle, the sort of arrogance indicative of the Edelfelt's stature is rarely present. While she carries herself like one who sees herself as inherently superior to others, simple observations based on her posture and gait, she does not express this in conversation. Bearing a warm smile and a calm tone, one could call her an ojou-sama in gesture but yamato nadeshiko in action.

To some, however, this makes her an utterly unbearable existence who they want to punch in the face.

...however, it is nonetheless a truth that, whenever you distort someone's mind, so too is yours distorted. It is a rule similar to the nature of curses, that whenever you curse someone, you curse yourself as well. It is for this reason that magi refrain from using such things as Suggestion frivolously, as to embark down that path is to condemn your own mind.

Regretfully, Frederica's study of magecraft has itself been based around the twisting of minds.

The sense of self has already begun to erode, and the distinction between "myself" and "them" has been blurred. In other words, Frederica has started to lose sight of herself, becoming similar to that human who dared to consume souls in a bid for immortality. Shifts in temperament occur regularly, seemingly unprovoked, and the more she walks down this path, the easier it becomes to take the next step.

One could say that her Origin is in the process of awakening. The element flows from the Origin, so it is only natural that hers is Earth. To contain, to bind, to restrict. To take the everything of someone and lock it away, unchanging, undying, unreactive. To do that same thing to herself. This impulse which was originally nothing more than "something which led her to her style of magecraft" has grown into "something which has made her obsessed with that style".

Given this increasing mental distortion, the Origin is expected to fully awaken in approximately fifteen years. At that point, self-destruction will occur.

Biography: A princess locked in a castle. At the same time, given that there was another princess beside her, a different form of princess. To say that she lived alongside her sister would be an understatement, given the nature of the Edelfelt Sorcery Trait. However, while the gait of the two stood as identical, their content could not be more different.

In her youth, Frederica was the epitome of proper, a calm and warmhearted young girl who met everyone with a smile. The perfect status of an Edelfelt, one might say, save for that she was unable to channel anything analogous to ruthlessness. As time went on and her initially-bratty sister mellowed out, Frederica delved into magecraft. Picking up the family craft was a simple allowance, and from there she expanded into other venues. Spiritual Evocation, Transfer of Conscious, even some elementary Kabbalah she picked up on a whim.

This curiosity of hers could be said to be the spark of her downfall, as it is what led her to work out her own personal form of Conversion. By the time she had completed the system and revealed its nature to her family, the damage was done. The nature of this was already explained, and so will not be again. The exquisite glass sculpture had shattered from the eye of the storm moving, and as time drew on this grew all the worse. In that sense, the sisters could be said to have switched places. In their youth, Janika was the fiery one and Frederica the calm one, but now Janika has become a proper Edelfelt, while Frederica has become a decayed mind.

In time, word came to them of a far East ritual. Ordinarily they wouldn't have given it any thought. It was hosted on the land of this barely-notable family named "Tohsaka", and with the cooperation of this family named "Matou" which was apparently so insignificant that no records of them even existed. The third name of "Einzbern", though, was enough to entice them. And so, begrudgingly joining hands with the German faction in a means that could be best called "siding with the enemy of my enemy", the Edelfelt sisters descended on Fuyuki.

Family History: Edelfelt.

Origin: Confine

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: A

Magecraft:

Magic Circuit Composition: Abnormal. Suited towards "sharing".

Conversion: Family attribute of the Edelfelt. Strictly speaking, the name covers the concept itself, but it is best known for its conduciveness to Jewel Magecraft. The capability that allows for the Edelfelt to place magical energy into other substances, enduring outside of the body.

Ore Scales: Sorcery Trait of the Edelfelt. The Crest is shared. The two Masters are one. The moon in the night sky is mirrored in the surface of the lake. Two sisters multiply each other's power.

Conversion (Minds): Frederica's personal application of the family attribute. A synthesis of Conversion, Spiritual Evocation, and Transfer of Consciousness. A jewel is a prison that stops flow, and the nature of Conversion allows for things such as magical energy to be placed within. However, things other than magical energy can be placed within such a prison as well, with sufficient effort. By cross-applying the principle of Transfer of Consciousness, Frederica has developed a system that allows for the movement of a mind into a jewel. While similar to creating a possessed object on face, such things usually deal with the leftover energy, the old recording of a personality known in Chinese Taoism as a "corporeal soul". This, however, is the movement of the "ethereal soul". Quality is incomparable to that of a piddling wraith.

Scandinavian Curses: Simply oriented around physical effects of harm. Does not include those other possibilities such as attacking the mind, causing decay, inverting causality, resonating with similarities, and so on. The specialization is, of course, the single-action curse known as Gandr. Through overcharging, release of a more powerful "Finn Shot" is possible. At the maximum output, even stopping a heart is possible.

Golems: Creation of golems. A magical construct that originates in Kabbalah, namely in the creations of Solomon ibn Gabriol, also known as Avicebron. A golem is created via using jewels as organs, parchment as skin, and mercury as binding. Other materials such as a magus for the core, a covering of stone, and the like are also considerations. They are doll-type familiars, similar in atmosphere to puppets but more machine-like in their nature. Skill is merely average; however, due to using her own jewels as the organs, absurd results can be exhibited.

Equipment:

Jewels: Five jewels which contain enough prana to be called "A rank", all of the Earth element. None of them contain a mind at the current time. While the entirety of Frederica's excess magical energy over the course of her life has been enough to manufacture fifteen jewels, ten of them have been used for the creations below.

Limbs: Frederica's limbs are not constructs of flesh, but rather golem limbs. In each limb is a jewel that contains a mind, and sufficient prana to be called "A rank". While Frederica can move them according to her will, her limbs automatically move in "Frederica's best interests" as well. Unlike the Bronze-Link Manipulators of Fiore Yggdmillennia, their movement thought patterns are as expansive as that which the human mind can contain. While it increases prana expenditure, it is possible to utilize a shapeshifting function of the limbs, increasing their size and destructive power. In other words, the defensive capabilities of those bronze arms and the offensive capabilities of that mercury construct; the downside is, of course, that they are parts of her body.
An excellent body modification that only a madwoman would carry out. Were it not for the difficulty of doing so considering the Edelfelt Crest, she certainly would have moved her own mind into a jewel as well.

Golems: Six humanoid golems, each with an "A rank" jewel containing a mind as its core. In terms of combat acuity, adaptability, and so on, it is at a level that mere artificial intelligence cannot reach. However, they are merely golems made by one of average talent in the art, so while the software is monstrous, the hardware is lacking. Also, despite her considerable od, controlling all six of these golems in tandem with a Servant at one time is impossible; the most she can manage is three golems and a Servant.

Skills: While Frederica herself has never learned combat arts, she can replicate the result through the use of her limbs. Mediocre cook. Acceptable at mental math. Exquisite at annoying others.

”This War is such a pain…. I just want to be done with it and get that Grail back home.”

Name/Nickname/Titles: Tohsaka Syone (Pronounced Shione)/Shi-chan/The Tohsaka’s Biggest Failure

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Personality: Syone’s appearance very much matches her personality. She is lazy, disheveled and has little care of what others think of her.

She wishes she could just live her life however she wants, but obviously that is not possible, not for her anyways. So, in an intent to rebel against her family, she goes against them in any way she can. To do this, however, she has had to nurture some abilities, whilst leaving others that may seem more essential given her current position.

For example, she has a silver tongue…. she can lie her way through anything you throw at her and, by extent, she is also a great actor. Despite her nerdy looks, she is not at all shy to either voice her opinion nor is she afraid to deceive others in order to gain something.

She also knows how to adjust her personality to match any given situation. Invited to a ball? Give her a dress and she’ll be the perfect lady. Need her to act intelligent in a business meeting? Give her a pair of glasses with a black frame and she’ll trick any CEO into believing that she actually knows what she’s talking about.

Syone is, of course, very intelligent, even if she does not let others know that, and her main hobby is training her magic, regardless of what her family thinks of her. She’s grown numb to insults and attempts at trying to diminish her.

”You wonder why I don’t let what others say get my self-esteem low? Well, that’s my secret cap… My self-esteem was always low.” (I can’t fit that anywhere in the RP and just thought it up… so just lemme use it here XD)

Appearance: Standing at roughly 4’9’’, and weighing an undisclosed weight of 95 pounds, she’s underwhelmingly petite for the kind of mess she has gotten herself in.

Certainly, people might underestimate the small, bespectacled brunette girl but they certainly shouldn’t… some may say that letting your guard down around her might be a really big mistake.

Syone usually dresses in baggy, long sleeved sweaters, long sleeved shirts and shorts. Most always she does use stockings of some sort when going out of course, though she does not have an eye for fashion, nor the slightest intention of combining the colors of her clothes.

Usually she is seen using her pink framed glasses.

Biography: The firstborn of the Tohsaka family for this generation, she was expected to become the head of the house and was trained for such since a young age. Bad thing for them, though, Syone had very different plans of her own. And with the approaching Holy Grail War, that also meant that she was meant to be the Master representing the Tohsaka's for the fight.

Despite being born with an exceptional talent for magic and high quality magic circuitry... for a Tohsaka, she’s always been a free spirit, ever since she was little…. a very lazy free spirit, but a free spirit nevertheless. She wouldn’t be constrained by the desires of her family, not by a longshot. And most certainly, she wouldn't die at the beck and call of others.

So she went on ahead to use the brilliant head she’s got between her shoulders, and devised a plan so machiavellic even Machiavelli himself would’ve been impressed.

Syone started showing more.... mediocre performances. She was not failing completely, but something was certain: she was not apt, or at least seemed to not be apt, of being the Master representing the Tohsakas. Her parents decided to stop training her for it, instead focusing on the more political and social aspects of being the head of the Tohsakas.

Eventually, and by unanimous decision, Syone was labeled ‘The Tohsaka’s Biggest Failure’, due to her excellent aptitude towards becoming a great mage, and master of the Tohsaka for the Grail War, and failing completely at it.

Everything should’ve been fine and good then, right? Wrong.

She did have a tutor. Her very much beloved tutor that behaved more like a father to her than her real father ever did. He taught her everything she knows of the world, of life, and, as a naive young woman, also of love, but she has since then grown out of those feelings(after a rejection from the man’s side nonetheless). Fact of the matter is, she still loves him, as a father, but that love is very much real.

And, unbeknownst to her, plotted in the sidelines, and in a machiavellian turn she would’ve loved to come up with, her tutor, that beloved man that she admired so much, was to be the Tohsaka representative for the Holy Grail War. He accepted the honor, of course, while leaving Syone out of the loop. He knew her better than anyone… and he knew she’d try to stop him.

Once the news reached her ears, that was exactly the case, and she couldn’t help but think that, for all he knew about her, he still didn’t know enough. Like the fact that she is more stubborn than he ever believed, and that she wouldn’t let this go so easily.

Using the knowledge in magic her tutor provided her with, mish-mashing information from books she got her hands on, Syone performed the ritual on her own…. and succeeded, even without a catalyst, thus taking the place of her tutor as the Master for the Tohsaka’s in the Holy Grail War.

Now, the only question is, how in all the seven circles of hell does she plan to get herself out of the mess she got herself in?

Family History: Tohsaka

Origin: ‘Star’

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: D

Od: B

Magecraft: The Tohsaka’s signature magecraft, Jewel Magecraft. Using jewels, Tohsaka mages are able to store energy inside Jewels and then release it all at once, making them act as ‘portable’ or ‘expendable’ mystic codes.

Most of Syone’s have inside fire based attacks, to be released in short bursts that can effectively light up any normal human being in fire… obviously not something you want to be subjected to.

As they store energy, Syone can also use that same piled up energy to power the attacks coming from other jewels by using the energy inside them, effectively breaking the jewel from where she is taking the energy. She can also use them to prepare rituals and such.

Syone is knowledgeable in curses, like Gandr, as well as several rituals, most of them to place bounded fields that can turn a battle in her favor, by placing sigils that, upon contact with fire will also explode in a burst of fire, making the attack all the more powerful.

Aside from this, Syone can also use several healing spells, including high-ranking healing magic, closing wounds in matters of seconds, albeit at the expense of either her own power, and body, or several jewels.

Equipment: Two bracelets with jewel pendants strapped to her wrists, one in each. They act as a deterrent for fire based attacks, so long as they come from another human mage. Rank: D

Her glasses, even if they don’t look like it, are also a Mystic Code. They are capable of identifying Magecraft, as in where it has been cast and traces of it being cast, and Thaumaturgy whenever the user needs to, though at the cost of having to use Jewels to fuel them.

And of course, at least 20 jewels she carries on her person at all times. Their ranks, and sizes, vary. She carries 12 that are D rank, 5 that are C rank, 2 that are B rank and a single one(very expensive, last resource gem) at A rank.

Skills: Knowledgeable, resourceful and clever mage. She likes to think herself capable of getting herself out of any situation, no matter how complicated it might get.

For whatever it is worth, and thanks to her father being paranoid, Marksmanship.

Notes: She’s as blind as a mole without her glasses.

Name/Nickname/Titles:
ϟϟ-Hauptsturmführer Emmerich Lisztmayer-Anschütz von Sabern
der ϟϟ-Totenkopfstandarte 10

Gender: Male

Age: 50, born on the 27th of October in 1889

Personality:
Despite the stereotype, Emmerich is only as stern as he needs to be. His flinty face much too often gleams with a paternal concern and polite smile, a demeanor that reflects in his approach to everything in life. Underlying the surface of civility, however, hid a soul ravaged and worn by both mortal and God. The less beautiful parts for being duteous have taken a toll on the officer’s psyche - The Great War may have failed to kill Emmerich, but it left him a broken man at the time.

Appearance:
Lanky and slender in the silhouette, the officer would seldom frighten any man at a distance lest they be scared of tall people and ghostly looks. On first glance, Emmerich is nothing too impressive, although he is certainly not disappointing either - Rigorous training and discipline grants him the hardened outwards appearance that all of his ilk tend to show.

Emmerich’s figure is starch, not from gymnasium but from hardship and a lack of gluttony in his life. To call him underfed and brittle would be a complete overstatement, however. Tough like Krupp steel and the stamina behind it to weather through the worst days of mankind, his notched face tells tales of close battles forgotten by history and his posture beams with a charisma and steadiness of a war-weathered warrior. The cuts beneath his dark hair and striking, blue eyes seem shallow - Much to the fortune of their bony-faced owner’s health.

Biography:
Born to a hardly-noticed magus family living within the Kingdom of Hungary, Emmerich’s early life was idyllic among his peers of the Southeastern German Diaspora. The small Stiffoller village of Sabern, nestled within the county he only knew as Branau, provided the world for the young donauschwaben’s impressionable mind. Despite the fact that his introduction to the moonlit reality began quite early, it did not stir up the young Imre’s life too much - The family of Lisztmayer-Anschütz was more concerned with their prized brewing business in the village than the secrets of Akasha and grandeur of the arcane. One would call it a heinous crime to waste magecraft on the perfection of daily commodities and life, but few ever bothered to let the small magus family even know this. Comfortably secluded from the rest of the mundane and magical world, only a folktale of knighthood and medieval inclinations conserved any semblance of the family’s original roots.

The fancifully simple youth of the love-struck Emmerich came to an end when a war arrived that would ravage the world in a way Mankind has yet to see before. Halting his pursuit of a university education, the young german was given the “Black-Pledged Letter from Franz Joseph” instead of a Ph.D. The mood was not too dour initially as he suffered this fate not alone, but with a cheerful cadre of childhood friends - Godwitz, Renner, Reichenbach, Knitlhoffer, Hippele, Bartsch-Bayer, Gruber, Kaifisch, Hinterhüttner; All names now torn from Emmerich’s mind by the noise of crackling machine guns and whistling shells. Only he alone lived through the bloodcurdling groans of death and cold grasp of hypothermia that riddled the Eastern Front - Four years of torturous desperation and the animalistic will to survive drove the fledgeling magus to reach for tools and measures he wishes he could now forget. What began as a patriotic war ended in a catastrophe with no clear goal, but it gave birth to an adept spelluser at the cost of unmentionable acts done to himself and others.

Crestfallen, a hardened Emmerich returned to his engineering studies and silently longed for a life of innocent magecraft at a village brewery by the side of his childhood darling - Yet the war destroyed more than just lives. There was almost nothing to go back to after that fateful treaty got signed. However, the war came with an unexpected side-effect upon the man’s life: It brought him in contact with the Fatherland. Amidst his own despair, Imre took refuge in the knowledge that he and his family is truly no longer alone in this world. He learned when he was seven years old that not too far from his village lied a land in which all street signs were in german, during his university years his professors gave him lengthy accounts of München and Frankfurt and Vienna’s beautiful sights. Up until now these meant little more than fantasies to Emmerich, but during those dreaded hours of melancholy and privation he could finally feel he and his truly belonged somewhere - No longer would the promising village hedge-magus’ family be a tiny fish surrounded by stranger folk. With the destruction of Europe and its empires and kingdoms came the opening of the world for the war-torn grunt. Over the years, a marriage and five kids later, Emmerich perfected his magecraft with the intent of leaving a better world for his children and the next generation of his people.

Following the devastation of the great war and the consecutive lesser conflicts that came from it, the young german engineer did his best to shelter and rebuild his community despite the rising Serbian, Romanian and Jewish aggression in the region. The next few years were relatively uneventful, providing an opportunity for Emmerich to get a grasp on his own life.

Soon the call rolled out from the Fatherland for all german peoples of the world - Be proud! Be united! Hold fast! A call that all of the german diaspora heeded with much enthusiasm. It came as no surprise that Emmerich and all three of his sons immediately joined the Volksdeutsche movements of Komitat Brana. Little did he know that how he assumed help with the governance of the village’s german volunteers would set him on a path of soldiering again - After all, few others in Sabern could claim the seniority that came with being a survivor of the Great War. Organizing his people by the model that began rising among Silesian Germans, it did not take long for a Selbstschutz-like unit to start taking form under his command. However, Fate would have it otherwise and the engineer once more had to leave his fellows in pursuit of a higher calling.

Through old comrades that, mayhaps, saw too much of Emmerich’s dire prowess on the Eastern Front decades ago, an opportunity arose for the engineer - Passage to the Fatherland in exchange of cooperation, first for him then eventually all of his family. After a short review of his shenanigans during the Great War, the offer quickly gained the allure of a military commission and with it a tolerable paygrade fit for a father of five. The rest, as they say, is history.

It was only a question of time when the diligent donauschwaben would make his way into the mythical Schutzstaffel of Adolf Hitler. A man with such ideals of nation and family, shaped and steeled by the greatest war known to humanity whilst hiding a potential of arcane has no place in the Wehrmacht. Following the reinvigoration of his personality and a Kriegsschule qualification under his belt, the hopeful new officer won admittance into the higher circles of the National Socialist clique and the Schutzstaffel in 1927 - Honest service and dutiful following of the stalwart values of the party provided a beeline to a Junkerschule, granting Emmerich the most noble responsibility of managing the german people’s captured enemies.

Life around the Concentration Camp proved to be comfortable for the foreign officer. Despite the many decades of despair and a rediscovery of himself, Emmerich finally achieved his most intimate desire: A life of idleness beside his own “business”, by the side of his beloved. Lovingly caring for his own lager and its every need, the grown man could finally feel himself at home again - An innocent existence, sponsored by the Schutzstaffel-Totenkopfverbände.

Family History:
Very little is known of the Lisztmayer and Anschütz families’ past. The only exact detail that has been recorded is the merge between the two during the Ottoman rule of the region; To avoid absolute erasure by the oppressive muslim occupation, the heads of the two families seated in and around Sabern choose cooperation, thereby spawning the strongest independent magus family of Schwäbische Türkei.

What else is known about the families is spread through word of mouth and folktales. One particular story concerns the Anschütz branch, reciting how a magus of the family granted an enchanted blade to a knight of undisclosed brotherhood by the name of “Auer”. In the tale, Auer was on his quest to smite his enemy in Wiesbaden, who supposedly has slain his loved ones, but could not bring himself to kill the villain alone. Only by the means of a refined sword that would not shatter on the evil one’s armor of white could Auer finally defeat his enemy.

In reality, fantastical tales are the exact opposite of the family’s state. Over the decades, the Lisztmayer-Anschütz has lost its dedication and traditions. At the end of the nineteenth century, the family’s most prominent use of magecraft was defined by the refinement of brewing materials and charlatan-like medicine to enhance their meager following. One could even mock them for barely avoiding inbreeding after every marriage arrangement in the past eleven decades. However, the present time offers many a chance for a return to prominence...

Origin: Equity

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: A

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

Od: C

Magecraft:

“Stiffoller Refinement Techniques”
One of the most prominent article of the Lisztmayer-Anschütz family solely by the virtue of being the most used and perfected spell in their possession. A relic from the Old Country before being resettled in Branau, the spell’s merit lies in its purification methods. Objectively speaking, the spell itself has the capability to remove impurities and imperfections from any material or object in accordance with the energy invested into its casting and channeling. Requires much chanting - Perfect for preparing alchemical components or, as a matter of fact, barley and hops and wheat.

Hungarian “Divine” Curses
A most uncomfortable and horrifying spell that has been liberated from the hungarian magus families of the region during the one-hundred and fifty years of Ottoman occupation and purge of native folk. Collected with the intent of safekeeping for future generations, the unknown owner may have been originally a distant relative of a certain scandinavian family - The most uncanny reality of Rosseb is that, unlike Gandr, it does not cause heart-stopping when overcharged. Instead, the recipient of the spell is smitten by syphilis in its advanced stages. Varying levels of charging of the spell seem to produce similarly STD-related results.

“Anschütz Assault Tactics”
A pioneered technology by Emmerich himself, born from the harshest hours of The Great War in a desperate grasp of survival. Through dilettante experiments on dead and dying comrades, the war-torn grunt devised methods of advanced Self-Reinforcement to grant himself that much needed edge in the merciless mobile and trench warfare of the Eastern Front. The results are truly astounding: A body capable of exerting force on the level of the aforementioned spell whilst also showing inhuman resilience to penetration, lesser wounds and bleeding.

Equipment:

Fuchs’ Pocketwatch
A mystic code from the 18th Century, from the courtesy of a magus with a love for clockwork and watchmaking. With its gears crafted from shattered fragments of various other relics stockpiles over the decades, Fuchs’ Pocketwatch was made to be the discerning magus’ reliable companion in any fieldwork-related situation. Not only does it always show the exact time, a fourth hand of the watch serves as a compass and indicator for nearby arcane anomalies. As the pocketwatch is bound to its owner by blood, its analyses and transfers knowledge of the anomaly onto Emmerich once the device is brought sufficiently close to the anomaly’s source. Realising that this may not always be achieved without obstacle or resistance, the old Fuchs implemented an active function into the mystic code as well: Once triggered, the pocketwatch will reliably deflect any debris, projectile or spell up to the rank of D.

Sight of Hocher-Hézl
Born on the Eastern Front and crafted out of ingenuity and necessity, the “Sight of Hocher-Hézl” refers to an older spell of the Lisztmayer family which Emmerich only fleetingly knew at the time. Still, he christened his newest creation in honour of the lost knowledge: A runed piece of iron jammed onto his skull. Inserted beneath the right eye, the runes enhance the user’s eyesight and allow for greater focus, enhanced vision and clearer sight once charged and activated. Prolonged function may cause lasting damage to the organ, but once paced properly it may prove incredibly useful for firearms handling.

Waffengesetz
An identification card and some well-greased gears may provide the officer with a great access to the armouries of the Waffen-SS. MP40s for everyone!

Skills:

Feldmaschinist
One would be surprised how useful a man with a degree in engineering could be during a trench raid. Armed with a deeper knowledge of machines and physics, Emmerich exploited his craft for the betterment of himself and his fellows during his times at the various Wehrmacht and Schutzstaffel divisions - Much alike how he did during The Great War. Not only this resulted in a display of reliability that generated trust among his peers, the officer also learned over the engagements how to utilize his knowledge in combat situations. Mechanical equipment such as radios, flamethrowers and armoured vehicles are no secret to Emmerich’s understanding.

Name/Nickname/Titles: Brauer Herstelle: The Black Star

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Personality: A man who holds desire and enjoys to see ambition in others around him. “It would not do well to prove one’s self superior over others who simply lie down and roll over on demand.” Believing in his own ability with a self-confidence that can be said to be arrogance, it is nevertheless a confidence he carries as a necessity. To not be proud of himself is an insult to those who came before him, for he is not simply a man but a process. The arrogance to connect himself with Saturn in his title stems partially from his personality, but also as a symbolistic show that he considers himself the answer to the desire and end of a master race, of the bringing of beings who are on the same authority as the worshipped lord of rings and King of Kings. Pride is a rather important part on him, and even if he may in a contradictory manner act in a way that seems quite unprideful or cowardly to attain his goals, he is the sort who believes that there is a sense of pride and bearing in being willing to stain one’s self to reach one’s end goals if the goal is worthy enough. An idea that he holds due to looking upon it as a matter similar to Alchemy.



Biography:Brauer, the alchemist that is the Herstelle family’s fifth generation heir, and representative. A man who left his family’s lands and personal workshop and embarked upon the stage of the world and nation. Joining the Thule Society after its establishment when he was a young man studying within the Sea of Estray. In an unexpected deviation from the norm, he strayed from the Mage Association and found himself delving further into the influence of the group that intertwined with the rising new regime of Germany. Confident in his abilities, proud of his legacy and desiring to prove himself a substantial contribution to the Herstelle lineage, he saw the rising organization, and the spread of Nazi Ideology as a potential avenue of support that could advance his ambitions further than he could ever with the resources that are limited to the scale of a family. By presenting his work as useful for their ideologies, and the answer to their goals he dreamed and foresaw the level of a scale of a nation’s resources at his disposal. Yet despite making plans to use the ideologies of those who preached of purity and greatness as mere stepping blocks the charisma and fervor of those around him began to consume him. Seductive, the men around him cast a powerful flame of earnest desire, born of dreams and the lust for greatness and power. Some believed in the ideologies to the earnest, some simply saw the potential like Brauer in how it could be leveraged for their own gain or used as a simple moral justification that swept away guilt and accountability for their actions.

Despite staying to the course of his ultimate goal, Brauer found himself changing the direction of his research and the focus of his magecraft, using the already conducted advancements of his family and the notes that he was able to attain thanks to the aid of the Thule Society, to work on attaining something that could get them to some form of actualization of the desires of the Nazis. Yes, even if he might not truly believe to the core, even if he might be using them for his own gain. In a way he does not wish for the betrayal of such passion and adamant belief by what could be a fruitless, cold future of nothing.

Although such a thing may also stem from the idea that he believes he can be their salvation, the engineered savior that they would look up to as well… A person who means no bad, but perhaps it would simply feel much nicer if he was a simpler person who purely just wished to utilize others? Ah, what a pain!

Family History: Unlike many magi who migrated towards the influence of the Clock Tower they are a family that continues to associate with the Sea of Estray instead. A family of alchemists who decided not to create things that can be pure in their stead, or things that are strong because they are weak. They looked upon humanity itself as the work that they should attempt to refine and recreate. A theory is held by the Herstelle that humanity has diversified too much from its origin to reach the root of all. However modern humanity cannot be anything but modern humanity, and so the decision to pursue the refinement of modern humanity to remove its impurities and remake it while still keeping it as something that is “modern humanity” was made.

Origin: Repurposement

Elemental Affinity:Earth

Number of Magic Circuits:C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: How much magical energy you can store in your body. A.

Magecraft:

Herstelle Alchemy

Alchemy based not on the concept of chasing after the Magnum Opus, in other words, the Philosopher’s Stone. The Herstelle is instead based on the modification and creation of life. The creation of homunculi falls within their purview but rather than focus on a line of focus that they are grossly outdone in by the likes of the Einzberns they instead focus on applying the refinement processes of Alchemical Creation on existing lifeform, rendering living lifeforms, and life force as materia, and heat. While originally simply pursuing the steps of the Magnum Opus to utilize it on lifeforms and create a superior state of being for one’s self to try and pursue the route, similar to the idea of recreating the original human body like a future puppetmaster will. The possibility of a shortcut through the idea of a positive regression, to remove the impurities that are born and propagated of the mixing of blood and the decline of the world through focus on the first step, Nigrido, seemed to hold potential to the Thule Society. Gaining the support and some leftover heretical knowledge from the former member of the Sea of Estray, Fabro Rowan, Brauer has mostly focused on the creation of a prima materia that could be shaped and purified.

Rather than simply using lifeforms as material to create brand new lifeforms as the idea behind his creations, it could be said to be a remaking of the base lifeform.

While it goes without saying, as the heir to the Herstelle magecraft he holds a magic crest that carries the research of his predecessors and his own research within it.

Nigrido Lebensborn

The creation of a conceptual bounded field. The Black Sun Wheel of the Thule Society and the oroborus of alchemy is the core of a Black Sun (Womb) borrowed from the legends of the Aztecs. A bounded field that represents eternal reoccurance, and the cycle of life and death. Things will die and be reborn, forever repeating and yet changed. A false ocean of primordial life. It does not give birth to life but instead rebirths life, decomposition,and putrefaction. Lifeforms placed within this womb are rendered into a prima materia and rebirthed.

Equipment:

Die Glocke Sonnenzersetzung

The top secret nazi weapon of Die Glocke. Or rather, one that bears the name of it. Just as the Fuyuki Grail War is a Grail instead of the Grail, this is a Die Glocke. Rather than a scientific miracle device in this case it is in fact a mystic code A weapon that is meant to spread the effect of an imperfect nigrido. Rather than rendering things into a original materia it is instead a faulty and ruinous decomposition. Degradation and erosion of the body and lifeforce undergoes as a result of exposure. Blood would gel and separate, plants would turn into mud and grease. Beings would cease to be beings and simply become corpses and flesh. Truly a cruel weapon of war, created not for the advancement of knowledge, defense or even for the sense of creation. A thing made only to kill.

Cameras, and other things for the creation of film.

A Homunculus (Maid)

Skills: Unsurprisingly good at baking.

A good public speaker, and a fan of film. Despite the concept of camera and photo being anathema to the mysteries of the supernatural world and the ideas of magi, Brauer is nevertheless a person who enjoys being filmed, and has created many films to send in as an explanation of his status versus other means such as a simple telephone. Quite a wasteful and expensive hobby! Especially considering that one of the reasons he often has a homunculus accompanying him is to film him as one of its duties.

It goes without saying that his own collection of movies is substantial as well. From the works of Georges Méliès, Luigi Maggi or Mack Sennett. Along with specific films such as the Birth of a Nation, The Cabinet of Doctor Carigari.

Name:Publius Horatius Cocles
Title:One Eyed Man/Cocles. Bravery Made Flesh.
Class:Saber
Allegiance:Lawful Good

Appearance: A one-eyed man beautiful in form as though sculpted from marble to look like an ideal warrior. His appearance is obviously not that of his proportions or appearance in life as he takes the form of the form of courage for Rome. Finally his head is that of a Lion. A singular all-encompassing eye that stare with a judging and evaluating gaze stands out among his face while his mane is kept well in order, large and contrasting with his hairless body. A crown evocative of the murals of Rome blends with his fur, strands wrapped around it as though muscles around a skeletal frame. The military symbol of protection as such seems as though it is born of Saber’s body himself. He is a beauty made and crafted, shaped by the virtue he exhibited and his legend, not born. His eyes hold a fire and his lip parts easily in great emotion. Holding a Gladius and a rounded brass shield it is quite easily deductible that he is of the Rome. For garb he prefers something less constricting, a well plumed helmet that declares his presence boldly, adjusted to fit his new head. A thin simple cloth through his body shows covering his chest with a harness from which he hangs anything he must keep on hand that cannot simply be materialized.

Legend: An officer of the Roman Republic army in the late 6th century BC, a hero of the war against the Etruscians under Lars Porsena. It was at the battle for Pon Sublicius that he distinguished himself. Holding geat numerical superiority, the sheer presence of the Etruscian army cowed the Roman soldiers who did not even resist the Etruscian's preparations and setting of formations before them. After the Etruscians advanced, hoping to force a battle the already frightened Romans broke without even a single blade crossed. They ran for the bridge hoping to cross to save their own lives in a blind panic, not even thinking to oppose them. Finding such behavior to be deplorable, Horatius shamed two generals who turned to flee as well and enlisted them into holding the bridge to let the fleeing roman army pass. The three held off the great army until every soldier had crossed.

The only one with courage in the entire army, even when the generals called upon him to retreat now that the army had crossed he refused, citing the fact that the Etruscians could simply cross and advance without delay into Roman Lands. He called upon them to tear down the bridge and prevent the enemy from crossing. Although alone he fought and fought until finally he heard a shout that the work to destroy the bridge was done. He lept into the river below and swam, escaping with his life, his strength not leaving his arms despite his injuries. Finally he was taken to Rome, greeted by singing and admiration by the entire city. He was celebrated and awarded,and so despite his injuries, despite him throwing himself to certain doom he came out with a happy ending, having saved Rome from a sacking and allowing the city to survive. In a way he could be called the savior of the empire that was still in it's cradle, the republic that would grow to become the great civilization.

Stats
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: C
Magic: C
Luck: A

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 Saber to be affected.

Riding: C rank
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Because he does not have an anecdote of riding anything special or worth mentioning, he receives a low rank in this Skill for a Saber.

Personal Skills:

Symbol of Bravery: A+
A skill born of a combination of Innocent Monster and Bravery.

Known as a paragon of Bravery, Horatius is one of the symbols of Roman Bravery and could even be said to be that which personifies it. Earning the status with valour in battle and sacrifice for the sake of Rome he held the bridge for the sake of the republic and the soldiers of his army. Horaitus fought in defense alone, fighting to allow other soldiers to escape then bidding those with him to tear down the bridge behind him for Rome's sake.

Prevents effects from mental interference, and changes his appearance to that of a lion. A peerless paragon, a personification of the virtue. Servant Saber cannot be cowed or be ruled by fear or madness. STR and END are increased due to Lions being a symbol of power. Additionally the connotation of execution through means of being fed to lions being a part of common perception of Rome adds the property of “Damnatio ad Bestias” to Saber, causing him to deal additional damage to those of an evil alignment, and Christians as an executioner. This effect is weakened against saints to who are attributed tales of pacifying lions or subduing them when faced with such executions.

To have to be reminded of courage and shown to stand up firmly by another is likely even greater a shame for those who are heroes, yet the role of Saber is he who represents and shows courage. Is it not natural for him to shine as the brightest star in that situation then?

Protection of Genius: A
Spirits that reside within and protect a river, mountain and other places of nature, spirits that protected households, nations, specific positions, or even individuals. In a sense a spirit is that which protects, even something as specific as one’s morality or ideals, as shown through Socrates’s demon that he cites as a voice that forbids him from certain actions in his Apology. Even certain individuals can form a Genius, and positions, as such the idea of a servant forming a Genius of sorts not unfound.

As an existence is a protection, and given the role of being the guardian spirit of his master, Saber takes upon the role of a shield for his master.

As this familiar who is meant to watch over and protect his master, through the means of Tutelary assumption of the position of his master’s servant, Saber is able to give his protection to his master, offering his body to protect his master from blows in a protection similar to the recreation of a certain warrior monk’s body. However this is not a Noble Phantasm, but rather an approximation given form by the status of a spirit that defends the master. It is a dual existence with Saber, causing him to suffer the damage and effects of anything he blocks.

While a seemingly extremely powerful defense, it is one that is activated by the Master themselves, wielding Saber as though they were their weapon, and as such cannot protect the master against effects that they do not choose to defend against, or attacks that they are unaware of. Furthermore even as a Heroic Spirit who is famed for defense and a servant with high defensive capabilities this defense nevertheless causes damage, and could be fashioned into a weakness by forcing Saber into a fight while also protecting his master from harm by offering himself as a sacrificial shield, or by targeting the master with effects that would be dangerous or crippling to Saber. It is also worth noting that it also increases the energy consumption of Saber to manifest this protection.

Essentially a skill that protects the master, but also leaves the master as a potential risk as a proxy for means to harm Saber.

There is a requirement to establish such a connection, as despite being related this is not synonymous with the contract between Servant and Master.

Due to the aspect of Cocles as a protector being brought out this skill has recieved a rank up. The defensive power of Cocles as an Aegis has increased.

Battle Continuation: C Fighting on until the bridge was dismantled so the enemy could not advance. Horatius then managed to even swim away under the barrage of enemy missiles despite taking injuries that would maim and cripple him, escaping in a way that the enemy could not follow.

While normally this would be at a skill that aids in the escape from battle and allows one to fight even with heavy wounds, the aspect and nature of Cocles as a protector has been emphasized. The bold figure who fought on the bridge and bared his flesh as the defense of Rome, offering his life and body as the price to pay willingly and fearlessly, the survival ability of this Cocles has been diminished.

Noble Phantasms:

Virgultum Ēnūtriēns Arma (Sapling’s Nurturing Shield) - Let my body raise you safe and well.
Anti-Unit(Self)/Barrier: A+ rank.
Targets: 1
Range: —

If the great Roman Empire at its height was the Great Tree that is represented by the spear of the founder, Romulus, then the body of Coceles is a shield that protects and nurtures the infant sapling that was the Roman Republic that would become the Great Tree. If Rome is the world then protecting Rome is equal to protecting a world.

Saber’s existence itself is the Scutum of Roma. It is because of Saber that Rome survived its infant state to become the empire it was destined to be. Akin to a hero who was a divine construct of the gods, this Noble Phantasm born of the sublimation of Saber’s status as the protector of Rome transforms him into a shield. When he fought he offered his very body as the protection of his nation, and so it is his body that takes the form of this Noble Phantasm, a psuedo-Divine Construct. Forming a great shield formed out of growing wood, it is a defense that can defend even a nation. However damage done to the shield is carried over to Servant Saber, and an attack that can “bring ruin” to a nation would leave him ruined in body and weakened. Such a shield would be shattered and even if Saber were to recover this Noble Phantasm would be destroyed and sealed.

Natus ex incrementum in Aprilis Legionum (Growth Born From The March of Legions)
Anti-Army: A+
Targets: 1-50
Range: 1-45

Another side of the sublimation of his status as a shield and defender of Rome and the one who allowed it to grow from its infant republic state to the all-encompassing empire of man. This is akin to another side of the same legend, like how a certain casuality-defying spear would become a thrown weapon that decimates armies.

Rather than a encroaching and overwhelming ocean of tree roots and branches like the founders spear of the beginning. It is more akin to the I of the original sin's ring of light.

Both utilizing the concept and converting the history of the growth of the Roman Empire, and its legions that both expanded and protected it into energy. It is an attack that creates a massive barrage of projectiles (Legions) that chase and hunt down those under its purview. While in raw power it is somewhat inferior in raw power in comparison to the greater holy and demonic swords of myth, the full sum of the hundreds of blasts can also form a projection of a massive lion’s head that could almost match them. If divided each blast is not enough to slay sturdy servants by their own, but the danger of this attack is in its versatility and the difficulty against defending such a strike. (By no [definitely is] means this is a rip off of the Lion’s Howl from the Tales series.)

Just as Rome grows and encompasses the world and humanity it is an attack that reaches all. The growth and unification of humanity. A growth that will consume and intake all that is within humanity's perception and world. It goes without saying that those existences who are beyond humanity's ability to understand or take in are existences that this Noble Phantasm cannot touch at all

Stats
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: C
Magic: C
Luck: A

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 Saber to be affected.

Riding: C rank
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Because he does not have an anecdote of riding anything special or worth mentioning, he receives a low rank in this Skill for a Saber.

Personal Skills:

Symbol of Bravery: A+
A skill born of a combination of Innocent Monster and Bravery.

Known as a paragon of Bravery, Horatius is one of the symbols of Roman Bravery and could even be said to be that which personifies it. Earning the status with valour in battle and sacrifice for the sake of Rome he held the bridge for the sake of the republic and the soldiers of his army. Horaitus fought in defense alone, fighting to allow other soldiers to escape then bidding those with him to tear down the bridge behind him for Rome's sake.

Prevents effects from mental interference, and changes his appearance to that of a lion. A peerless paragon, a personification of the virtue. Servant Saber cannot be cowed or be ruled by fear or madness. STR and END are increased due to Lions being a symbol of power. Additionally the connotation of execution through means of being fed to lions being a part of common perception of Rome adds the property of “Damnatio ad Bestias” to Saber, causing him to deal additional damage to those of an evil alignment, and Christians as an executioner. This effect is weakened against saints to who are attributed tales of pacifying lions or subduing them when faced with such executions.

To have to be reminded of courage and shown to stand up firmly by another is likely even greater a shame for those who are heroes, yet the role of Saber is he who represents and shows courage. Is it not natural for him to shine as the brightest star in that situation then?

Protection of Genius: -

Cocles is one who bares his body as the shield of Roma.
Cocles is one who survives the heroic last stand to the death.

To bare one's body in survival for another is the opposite of survival. A servant is a master's sword and shield, but the nature of Cocles as a protector is deemphasizedto bring the man who survives despite the battles he charges into with his bravery. To be a hero need not be a condemnation of the self to death. Glory and salvation can be attained without the sacrifice of death. Heroism and survival can coexist. One should not condemn the one who survives for not playing their part, but instead for managing to attain the happy ending that does not exist at the end of his tale. Even if broken in body he still lived, and living in honor he did indeed attain a success beyond his peers.

Battle Continuation: A+ Fighting on until the bridge was dismantled so the enemy could not advance. Horatius then managed to even swim away under the barrage of enemy missiles despite taking injuries that would maim and cripple him, escaping in a way that the enemy could not follow.

This reduces the hampering effect of heavy and medium injuries, as though they were medium and light injuries, and makes light injuries a non-factor in effecting the combat capabilities of the servant. Even in a extremely wounded state Saber can continue to fight, although with reduced performance.

Furthermore a decisive fatal blow is required for death to encroach upon the servant. Death can be staved away and ignored for a short time should fatal damage be sustained, although for a shorter time than a A rank Battle Continuation holder.

The ability to retreat from battle even when injured is also increased. The + additional bonus is occurred for the sake of retreating via the method of water, allowing one to travel through bodies of water without penalty. Rather than a property that is part of Saber’s own capabilities this is more representative of the assumed mercy of Tiberinius, the Genius of the Tiber River who has a history of spiriting away and helping those in need at his River. As such one could say it is akin to a minor blessing from an elemental.

Due to the circumstance of Saber's summoning this skill has been raised, emphasizing the nature of Cocles as an unlikely survivor who escaped the death that awaited the end of all such legends of his kind. The one who lives, the one who escapes death. The ability and drive of Cocles to survive has been brought out to its greatest.

Noble Phantasms:

Virgultum Ēnūtriēns Arma (Sapling’s Nurturing Shield) - Let my body raise you safe and well.
Anti-Unit(Self)/Barrier: A rank.
Targets: 1
Range: —

If the great Roman Empire at its height was the Great Tree that is represented by the spear of the founder, Romulus, then the body of Coceles is a shield that protects and nurtures the infant sapling that was the Roman Republic that would become the Great Tree. If Rome is the world then protecting Rome is equal to protecting a world.

Saber’s existence itself is the Scutum of Roma. It is because of Saber that Rome survived its infant state to become the empire it was destined to be. Akin to a hero who was a divine construct of the gods, this Noble Phantasm born of the sublimation of Saber’s status as the protector of Rome transforms him into a shield. When he fought he offered his very body as the protection of his nation, and so it is his body that takes the form of this Noble Phantasm, a psuedo-Divine Construct. Forming a great shield formed out of growing wood, it is a defense that can defend even a nation. However damage done to the shield is carried over to Servant Saber, and an attack that can “bring ruin” to a nation would leave him ruined in body and weakened. Such a shield would be shattered and even if Saber were to recover this Noble Phantasm would be destroyed and sealed.

Due to the aspect of "He who survives" the power of this Noble Phantasm is reduced to A rank. However the amount of damage that Cocles sustains from offering himself as a shield is reduced.

Natus ex incrementum in Aprilis Legionum (Growth Born From The March of Legions)
Anti-Army: A+
Targets: 1-50
Range: 1-45

Another side of the sublimation of his status as a shield and defender of Rome and the one who allowed it to grow from its infant republic state to the all-encompassing empire of man. This is akin to another side of the same legend, like how a certain casuality-defying spear would become a thrown weapon that decimates armies.

Rather than a encroaching and overwhelming ocean of tree roots and branches like the founders spear of the beginning. It is more akin to the I of the original sin's ring of light.

Both utilizing the concept and converting the history of the growth of the Roman Empire, and its legions that both expanded and protected it into energy. It is an attack that creates a massive barrage of projectiles (Legions) that chase and hunt down those under its purview. While in raw power it is somewhat inferior in raw power in comparison to the greater holy and demonic swords of myth, the full sum of the hundreds of blasts can also form a projection of a massive lion’s head that could almost match them. If divided each blast is not enough to slay sturdy servants by their own, but the danger of this attack is in its versatility and the difficulty against defending such a strike. (By no [definitely is] means this is a rip off of the Lion’s Howl from the Tales series.)

Just as Rome grows and encompasses the world and humanity it is an attack that reaches all. The growth and unification of humanity. A growth that will consume and intake all that is within humanity's perception and world. It goes without saying that those existences who are beyond humanity's ability to understand or take in are existences that this Noble Phantasm cannot touch at all

Origin: Faith
Elemental Affinity: Faith
Number of Magic Circuits: E
Quality of Magic Circuits: E
Od: E
Keywords: Burial Agency, The Fourth Holy Scripture: Radah
Immutable, ???

NAME:
「Shione Tohsaka」

TITLES:
「Shi-chan」

GENDER:
「Femme」

AGE:
「20」

BEHAVIOR:
「Peculiar—a "modern magus." The natural schism between the magus' world and the church, which the Tohsaka family straddles the fringe of relations between, has carved into Shione the image and behavior of someone very moderate, well-spoken, patient and careful. This is in juxtaposition to her actual behavior. She rushes through everything. Her routine, the food she eats, her schoolwork and even her conversations. She is a naturally impatient person whose upbringing and environment demands patience of. She's fairly social and has grown into the respectable role of a very respectable family's heir, and in spite of her lack of outstanding or unusual merit, garners some modicum of respect in the community for this. Where she goes, a popular and amicable reputation goes with her. But that's only natural, isn't it? After all—when it's a war of prestige that one's life is directed toward, acclimating herself as best she can with the city it's to be hosted in isn't just beneficial. It's mandatory.

Why did it have to be her?

Why does her way to the Root have to be painted with blood?」

BIOGRAPHY:
「It was infuriating. Every one of her family's traditions pounded into her, every modicum of a magus' pride and their ultimate desire set onto her shoulders. She learned to carry that weight and embraced it. She acknowledged it. And yet it wasn't good enough, because the very man that her busy family trusted to educate and guide her inevitably became a better prospect of a Master than she was. He was older, more experienced and more willing to commit absolutely everything to the war over the Grail that she had been lead to believe would be her battle to fight for her whole life. Of course, she'd never really wanted it—nonetheless, the nearer it came, the nearer that Shione felt like she was to losing a "purpose." It was nonsensical, but it was her truth. As if something was being taken from her. Something that nothing she accomplished or sought would ever serve as a salve to the wound left on her pride.

This festered until it became a sort of obsessive fervor that forced her apart from the close relationship between him and herself. Everything that she learned and every bit of progress she made was something to keep from him—something that she had to herself and that he couldn't. The years became longer as the war neared. With minimal guidance and no real "talent" to speak of, Shione engineered a pair of twin bracelets. A Mystic Code. It was not incredible but nonetheless, for her age, even something so crass and in the infancy of refinement was a testament to her passion.

And that is why, perhaps, that one day—half-asleep at her desk in a history class, on a day the same as any other, that her left hand burned. For all of her parent's intentions to send their representative to war, the Grail chose Shione's "desire" over her tutor's "commitment." Faded Command Seals had been painted onto her hand and would later on become vibrant red, interlocked rings when she offered her oath to the ritual. The time between her branding as the Tohsaka family's Master and the actual beginning of the war were tense years for her, both between her and her tutor and her and her parents—she sought solace in her connections to the church because of this. She was not nearly the religious kind of person that theirs were, but the sanctity of their establishments and their willingness to have her time was a great relief.

As it would turn out, this has made the war all the more frustrating for her.」

ORIGIN:
「Dividing」

AFFINITY:
「Fire」

CIRCUIT COUNT:
「C」

CIRCUIT QUALITY:
「D」

OD:
「C」

MYSTIC CODE:
「Ahriman and Ahura Mazda, twins of Zoroastrianism whose natures are at odds, are whom Shione's two bracelets are designed in the abstract image of so as to be able to "take in their nature." This is unfortunately far-fetched and is a powerful quality that, perhaps, her Mystic Code will accommodate in the assumed years to come after the war. As of the time being it is moreso the driving force behind their craftsmanship; the bracelet for her left wrist is silver and the bracelet for her right wrist is gold, and the design of both is that a series of woven links begins and ends at a jewel for each. An onyx jewel for the silver bracelet, that which represents Ahriman, and a white diamond for the gold bracelet, that which represents Ahura Mazda. The jewels are both of B-rank quality and are not solely placed to be conduits for Magecraft. They are equally important in regards to design, as they keep the interwoven chain from being connected the whole way around—in this regard, they symbolize the "choice" that exists between good and evil and are why the links are oriented in opposite directions between the two.

The actual, current function of Shione's Mystic Code is fairly simple. The silver bracelet serves as a medium through which the curse, Gandr, is significantly enhanced in power with some variance depending on discretion. It also allows her to quickly forge fire entirely fueled by the jewel's power. The golden bracelet in contrast creates a temporary, ethereal "blindfold" around Shione's head and in front of her eyes, through which she can perceive, identify and analyze Magecraft or residue left behind by magic. Unlike her silver bracelet, the golden bracelet's effect lasts for exactly thirty seconds and requires a week to recuperate the expenditure of mana. Depending on how heavily she draws on the silver bracelet's jewel, it can take anywhere from half a week to a month to recharge.

The Mystic Code, unlike with the Tohsaka family's conventional jewelcraft, is not designed to be expended and discarded and so—as long as she wears the bracelets—they will naturally draw from the magic circuits in her arms and steadily refill their reserves.」

JEWEL RESERVES:
Rank D: 10
Rank C: 3
Rank A: 1

SKILLS:
「Lapidary, silversmithing and goldsmithing. Some culinary talent, mostly for Japanese cuisine and a few dishes found in Hong Kong. She can't bake for shit. Fluent in Japanese, English and German, and basic first aid skills.」