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[center][h1][b]Rottweil Berzinsky, Master of Lancer[/b][/h1][/center]

[b]Titles:[/b] Silver Lizard
[b]Sex:[/b] M
[b]Alignment:[/b] Lawful Evil

[b]History:[/b] The story of Rottweil Berzinsky begins much like any other freelance magus. Once the scion of a prominent family within the Clocktower’s Zoology Department, Rottweil broke ties with the Clocktower not out of a desire to earn money or even cause bloodshed using his abilities as a magus, though both those things were strong motivations. Rather, he sought something deviant to most magi, perhaps even heretical. More than the pursuit of Truth or the Root, Rottweil sought the embodiment of self-perfection. Having practiced body modification from a young age, he’d long ago stopped viewing it as something clinical, like just another path to the Root, and more like something sacred. The cleansing of impurities and the replacement of weak flesh with newer, stronger parts.

To Rottweil, there is nothing more important than self-improvement and getting stronger. It as central to his way of life as breathing. Even minute, incremental improvement is better than stagnation, or worse, regression. His own humanity is no obstacle to his pursuit of what he sees as self-perfection. One might even argue he stopped being human long ago, the day he took his first step on this path towards obsession. The fact that he chose reptilians as the model for his perfection is only mere coincidence; the seeds were planted in Rottweil far deeper than his family’s simple love for the cold-blooded creatures.

This was the road Rottweil walked for many years, shirking both his family and the Clocktower. He would take whatever jobs he could to make money, no matter how heinous or gruesome they might be. Every cent funded his self-experimentation, building the temple that is his body. 

Until the Grail job. 

After being hired by and subsequently slaughtering the “half-assed” organizer of a Subspecies Grail War, Rottweil was nearly killed when the false Grail’s energy ran wild, resulting in a massive explosion. Caught in the epicenter of the blast, Rottweil was burnt to a crisp, his vaunted “perfect body” reduced to charred flesh and bubbling blisters. To anyone else, this would have been a sobering reminder of one’s own mortality, no matter how powerful you become. To Rottweil, it was a revelation. Greater power existed than he was capable of bringing forth into the world with his own two hands. His survival was proof enough of his own strength, but having glimpsed a level beyond what he’d thought was possible, Rottweil began to crave not only the possibilities the Holy Grail offered, but the chance to test his power against the genuine article.

[b]Personality:[/b] Perfidious and snakelike to a T, Rottweil Berzinsky is a man who cares more about the letter of the law than the spirit and who prioritizes his own wellbeing and survival to the exclusion of others. He’s the type who will unfailingly abide by a contract but unflinchingly rip even the smallest loophole wide open if it’s to his advantage, and he’s garnered a reputation for being as tricky to handle as he is good at his job. There is no loyalty in Rottweil’s world, only harsh pragmatism and coldly calculating self-interest. 

Strength is everything to Rottweil, or rather, “fitness”. While he is perfectly capable of killing in any number of gruesome fashions, killing is just a part of survival, which is what Rottweil believes is a sign of true strength. “If you walk away from the fight with fewer scars than the other guy, that makes you the winner”, is the basic gist of his philosophy, and he will always opt to retreat and survive than fight and die. Out of all his modifications, the overwhelming majority are defensive or utilitarian in nature, focusing on adaptation to one’s surroundings. 

On the topic of his modifications, Rottweil displays an almost religious reverence towards his craft of body modification. Truly addicted, he pursues the realization of his ideal form with feverish zeal. He idolizes reptiles as a sort of platonic ideal and seeks to imitate them in both body and in mind, applying their cold, detached psychology to everything he does. In fact, it could be said that, like reptiles, the emotions that Rottweil feels strongest are pleasure, fear, and aggression. He also happens to like dark, moist places.

[center][h2][b]Magecraft[/b][/h2][/center]

[i]Quality of Circuits:[/i] C
[i]Quantity of Circuits:[/i] B
[i]Elemental Affinity:[/i] Water
[i]Attribute:[/i] Amendment

In addition to General Magecraft, Rottweil has an affinity for animals, with a specialization in reptiles and amphibians. He is familiar with various spells dedicated to controlling and communicating with animals, as well as performing minor divinations and curses using animal sacrifices. His familiars of choice are tiny geckos that he relies on more for information gathering than anything else.

His specialty is body modification magecraft. By applying his family’s zoological lineage to this type of magecraft, Rottweil has been able to successfully adapt and integrate the traits of numerous animals into his own body. At what point he reaches the limit of what is still human is unclear, however he estimates he’s replaced or augmented over 70% of his original body with new parts from at least a hundred different creatures. The most prominent of these changes is the armor-like silver scales that cover most of his torso and his limbs up to the forearms and all the way down to his ankles.

[b]Mystic Codes:[/b] Thanks to extensive tinkering and “self perfection” using his body modification magecraft, Rottweil’s entire body functions as a Mystic Code emulating the physical traits and abilities of various reptiles and amphibians. The most notable abilities this grants him include:
-[i]Regeneration[/i]: Like many reptiles, Rottweil is able to voluntarily detach and regrow his limbs, as well as rejuvenate minor injuries quickly by shedding skin. This ability makes him equal parts slippery and incredibly difficult to kill, as any attacks strong enough to pierce his skin are quickly healed or the afflicted parts jettisoned. Limbs can be regrown in about a week, while minor injuries heal overnight. More serious wounds will persist, but heal over a number of days.
-[i]Sensory Suite[/i]: Rottweil's senses are greatly enhanced, allowing him to detect blood and faint chemical traces in the air using a modified Jacobson's organ and see clearly in low light conditions (with the tradeoff that he must wear sunglasses to conceal his slit pupils). In addition, Rottweil has implanted specialized pit organs that allow him to sense heat. This isn’t quite infrared vision but functions similarly.
-[i]Gills[/i]: Rottweil has a set of gills on his abdomen that allow him to breathe underwater similar to a salamander or axolotl. Simple yet useful.
-[i]Wall-Crawling[/i]: One of the most mundane yet consistently useful tools in Rottweil’s arsenal is the ability to cling to walls and ceilings like a gecko, allowing him to traverse terrain in three dimensions and giving him an extra edge in densely packed urban environments.
-[i]Armored Scales[/i]: The Silver Lizard’s eponymous silver scales are tougher than iron and cover most of his vital spots save for his head. While he could in theory cover his entire body, he has instead opted to leave his head and halfway up his forearms exposed, simply because he could no longer fit into human society otherwise.
-[i]Extreme Bite Force[/i]: Rottweil can exert pressures similar to a crocodilian with his bite, allowing him to snap bones like twigs and even tear off chunks of flesh. He has combined this with the ability to dislocate his jaw to swallow and bite through unexpectedly large things.
-[i]Auto-Hemorrhaging[/i]: The ability to [url= https://i.imgur.com/Wa5tjMI.gif]shoot blood from his eyes[/url] at high pressures, taken from horned lizards. This attack is as potent as a water cutter and can easily pierce and slice through flesh as well as stone and wood. Using it more than a handful of times each day can cause dehydration, not to mention substantial blood loss that leaves Rottweil feeling weak.  

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items: A skilled target shooter and hunter who is proficient in animal tracking. He is also an avid reptile keeper. He knows all the employees’ names at his favorite pet store by heart.

Misc: [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/typemoon/images/6/68/Rottweil_Berzinsky_CS.png/revision/latest?cb=20150828211149]Command Spells[/url]
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[b]True Name:[/b] Khutulun
[b]Sex:[/b] F
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good
[b]Attribute:[/b] Man

[b]History:[/b] Where to begin with the short but incredibly violent life of Khutulun. Born the daughter of Kaidu Khan, thus making her Genghis Khan’s great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun was raised by war in a culture that knew no weakness. In a family of fifteen children, all male save her, Khutulun still shone as the one her father was most pleased with. Highly gifted in military matters, not only did her father prize her tactical advice over any of his other children, but he rode often into battle with her as she leapt from horseback to horseback, shooting down targets and snatching grown men from their saddles like a hawk snatches chicks. Her excellence in the three most manly arts of Mongolian culture, horseback riding, archery, and wrestling, was seemingly unrivaled, a divine gift from the Eternal Blue Sky. 

But of those three disciplines, the one she excelled in most was wrestling. 

Eventually it came time for Khutulun to be wed. Stubbornly refusing to let her father pick for her on the grounds that he would treat her brothers no different, Khutulun devised a cunning strategy. She agreed to be wed, but only to the man who could best her in the ring. It was like this that hundreds of suitors found their way to Khutulun, each wealthier, stronger, and cockier than the last. Each bet ten or more horses, and each met the same fate. As if blessed by the heavens themselves, Khutulun reigned undefeated, claiming prize after prize after prize from her would-be suitors. It was said that at the height of her winnings, her stables held over ten thousand horses, such was the number of challengers she’d vanquished. Men of the empire and foreign dignitaries and princes alike, none stood a chance once they came face to face with Khutulun. 

Eventually, faced with foul rumors of a perverse relationship with her beloved father, Khutulun was defeated not by a suitor, but by herself. Willingly choosing to sacrifice the freedom she’d fought so hard to hold onto if it meant protecting her father, she chose a suitor and was married, putting an end to her now legendary winning streak. It wasn’t long after that Kaidu lay dying, his last wish to appoint Khutulun as the next khan. Khutulun once again chose to make a sacrifice for her father’s sake, knowing that declaring her the new khan would only cause infighting amongst her siblings. What was rightfully hers, she bestowed to her brothers. She remained a proud military commander for the rest of her days, never being beaten by anyone. Except herself. 

That was the life of the woman named Khutulun. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Khutulun was once aptly described as “ice that is hot”, a description that followed her for the rest of her life. Not only was she everything she shouldn’t have been by the standards of her culture, she carried herself with a proud demeanor that stung like ice in spite of the fiery heart that raged within. Distant and unreachable, she refused to submit to anyone but her father, and it was her pride that often made men shy away from her.

Within Khutulun blazed a burning desire to be free. To be beholden to no one under the Eternal Blue Sky except those she deemed worthy of her respect. To partake in the finest things in life, to fight and conquer as men fought and conquered. A vivaciousness and zest for life and living like no other had. Freedom like that would require strength. And so it was that Khutulun resolved to always be the strongest. 

In terms of honor, it could be said that she has both little and an abundance. In Khutulun’s mind, there is a place for honor, and it is [i]not[/i] the battlefield. More than just honor and pride being worthless ideals once one is killed, honor to Khutulun is a personal quality, and therefore one limited to personal affairs. Against an honorable adversary who has formally challenged her to single combat, she will afford every respect and show every courtesy. On a battlefield or in war, such as the Holy Grail War, she will employ whatever strategies and tactics are necessary to annihilate an enemy swiftly and without remorse.

To Khutulun, her Master is worthy of the same respect as her father. She will follow their orders unerringly and offer any and all aide or advice she can, so long as they hold her respect. Should they prove themselves to be unworthy, whether due to incompetence or a failure to meet her standards, she will refuse to obey any of their commands she disagrees with, save the use of a Command Spell. Her demeanor may be cold, but only to those who do not know how to speak to her and meet her on her level. 

[b]Parameters:[/b] 
Strength: B
Agility: C
Endurance: C
Mana: C
Luck: B+

[b]Class Skills[/b]
[i]-Magic Resistance (D):[/i] Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.
[i]-Riding (A+):[/i] All vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind.

[b]Personal Skills[/b] 
[i]-Disengage (B):[/i] Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match (1st turn) and restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value.  Befitting of Mongol hit and run tactics.
[i]-Divinity (D):[/i] Genghis Khan was worshipped by the people of the steppes as the embodiment of the will of Tengri, the god of the Eternal Blue Sky. As the Khan's great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun has naturally inherited a modest fraction of this divinity, enough to qualify for a low rank in this skill.
[i]-Military Tactics (B):[/i] Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Khutulun would often advise her father on military matters and was considered one of his most trusted advisors.
[i]-Mongolia’s Three Most Manly Arts (A+++):[/i] A true champion of the Mongolian warrior arts of archery, horseback riding, and most importantly, wrestling. At this rank one could be said to be an undefeated master among masters of a 9000-year old martial tradition. 

Mongolian wrestling (Bökh) incorporates a variety of techniques including trips, throws, and lifts, with wrestling champions often knowing hundreds of such techniques. While more modern rulesets and styles prohibit things like strangeholds, locks, chokes, and striking or grabbing at an opponent’s legs, the original and most ancient forms of Bökh allow almost anything to make an opponent submit, with the most common win conditions being forcing your opponent’s back, knees, or elbows to touch the ground.

Because Khutulun never lost to anyone but herself in a sport with no weight classes or age limits, she is remembered to this day as the pinnacle of athleticism and fighting prowess by her people. Such was her ability that the wrestling tradition of wearing open-chested jackets was born from her, so both combatants could know the other was not female.

Equally impressive as her hand-to-hand fighting techniques are her abilities as a mounted archer on horseback. Even while moving, she is unerringly able to hit small targets at a distance and make trickshots some would call impossible. Such is her mastery in mounted combat that she would qualify for ranks in Riding even if summoned in the Archer or Berserker class.

[b]Noble Phantasms[/b]
Name: [i]Will of the Eternal Blue Sky[/i]
Title: [i]My Father’s Gift To Me[/i]
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 30
Targets: 100
Description: Within the Mongol Empire, large metal tablets called [i]gergee[/i] were often issued as a symbol of divine authority, allowing those who bore them to command civilians to give them goods and services. Most notably, they were only ever given to men, usually those of great power and influence. Khutulun is the only woman known to have ever received one, and it symbolizes both her father’s trust in her as well as her status as the woman who could have become khan. 

When invoked, [i]Will of the Eternal Blue Sky[/i] manifests this privilege as a fear effect that causes a Rank Down in all stats against those who are not rulers or nobility (in effect, those that do not possess Divinity or Charisma of a certain rank). In addition, whether they would qualify for it or not, the bearer of the [i]gergee[/i] is treated as having Charisma (C) for so long as they hold it. Uniquely among such Noble Phantasms, [i]Will of the Eternal Blue Sky[/i] can be temporarily “loaned” to others as a symbol of Khutulun’s status and leadership, allowing those that have earned her trust to effectively speak for her in her absence.

Name: [i]The Stables of Heaven[/i]
Title: [i]The Myriad Gifts of My Many Suitors[/i]
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-100
Targets: 10000
Description: By the time she married, it was said Khutulun had won over ten thousand of the finest horses from the masses of suitors vying for her hand in marriage. Each of these magnificent beasts, many of whom could be called Heroic Spirits in their own right, now accompany her in her new life as a Servant. Summoned from within a maelstrom as if the Eternal Blue Sky itself wept at their presence, Khutulun’s endless stables contain bay horses, draft horses, war horses, even vicious man-eating horses, each loyal to the last. The sight of these majestic beasts is enough to bring most normal men to tears, and each is worth their weight in gold.

By holding her [i]gergee[/i] aloft and proudly proclaiming her title and birthright, Khutulun can summon up to a hundred of these horses at once anywhere within 50m. Each horse is equivalent to an E-rank Servant in stats and can easily hold their own in battle, following Khutulun’s commands perfectly as if they can read her will. Should one of the horses be slain, it is dismissed back into the Stables and will be unable to be summoned again for up to two to three days. While she normally only summons up to a couple dozen at a time to conserve their number, it is possible to bring forth the entirety of the [i]Stables of Heaven[/i] at once, in a final desperation attack called [i]Moonlit Conquest[/i].

Less of a proper Noble Phantasm in and of itself and more a sure-kill move, [i]Moonlit Conquest: Let Loose the Stables of Heaven![/i] is the fullest expression of the power contained within the Stables of Heaven. By relying on backup from the Master and nearly exhausting her own supply of magical energy, Khutulun is able to summon every single one of the horses in her possession, letting loose a stampede of hero-grade horses to trample her enemies. Less a simple herd and more of a mobile carpet bombing, the massive procession of magical beasts reduces all in their path to dust and rubble, charging unimpeded through any and all obstacles and flattening the earth beneath their hooves. This is a Noble Phantasm truly deserving of the type "Anti-Army", as it is an embodiment of the notion of "scorched earth tactics".

Misc: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElHLG1BN3q0]Theme: Sea of Fire ＜OrCH＞ ft. (Vocal: Eliana) by Hiroyuki Sawano[/url]
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