Aoko Aozaki

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

Hello hello! Now that I'm free from COVID hell, I would like to claim a spot! I tried finishing it, but it is getting really late, and I need to sleep! Sorry about this!

Fate/High Rollers

Kamila

[Bellagio Fountain, The Strip, Las Vegas]

---

So water was an ouroboros? Was that her Servant’s point? Water was always water, no matter what sort of shape it took? It was a fitting analog for life, considering how the same basic pieces make anything from a tardigrade to a mammoth. Kamila had no real problem with this reasoning for water being the element of life.

However, she wasn’t exactly sure how much it differed from water.

Fire is something doomed to death. While other substances can exist indefinitely in a state, fires are doomed to fade away the moment they’re lit. From their conception, they are to die. Despite that, they spread and create new fires. Even if the original fire is gone, it has created anew. The life of a fire follows a similar path as the life of all organisms.

Exist -> Create More -> Die

A never ending chain which forms a cycle.

It was also required for all life to exist, but that was secondary.

Of course, the major flaw to this theory is that a fire can be snuffed out before spreading, but really, can’t the same apply to anything?

Though, this wasn’t exactly a refutation to the point her Servant had made. If anything, she couldn’t even argue against it, as Fire exists in a state independent of Liquid/Solid/Gas. Fire is outside of the cycle to begin with, so there was never a point to argue against her Servant. If anything, she’d contend with the definition placed, but that seemed a bit pedantic at the moment.

The Knight Captain was going to explain to her Master the Church’s origins in why Fire was the origin of life, but it seemed they were interrupted by someone’s...familiar? Yeah, some sort of familiar. She wasn’t going to take the candy from a suspicious familiar to begin with, so she was fine with her Servant declining on her behalf.

Still, now it meant she actually had to deal with others. While this was fine usually, in these circumstances, it made things...fairly awkward.

Kamila was planning on at least opening up conversation, but was then interrupted by her partner’s whispering.
It took quite a bit of willpower to keep a straight face after a threat such as that, but it was in the nature of a member of the Church to suppress anything along the lines of fear.

So this was the type of monster she had summoned.

It wasn’t about the raw power of a Servant, that was something Kamila felt was fairly inconsequential. Rather, the mannerisms of her Servant, and especially the way she spoke those final words, were more than enough to nearly reinstate the fear of God into the Knight Captain. Her Servant seemed eerie, but this was...definitely different than what she was expecting to come from the small green haired Caster.

In other words, Kamila needed to be more careful when addressing them.

Apologies, Caster. I’ll refrain from doing it again.

Hopefully something short and sweet was enough.

Once she had regained herself, Kamila began her talks with the Familiar.

---

The terms of their agreement were simple. The exchanging of names and a general pact to not kill each other early on, with fine print such as “please don’t hurt random people.” It was really the most basic of agreements, but that was enough for them. With the most basic of details hashed out, Kamila said farewell, and returned to her car and Servant.

“I hope you’re fine with the arrangement. I don’t see the need to make her an active enemy this early. My first priority will be the actual threats to the citizens of Vegas.”

Once she had returned to the driver’s seat, she took a small moment to stretch. It had been a stressful day, but she could see the impending stress that the rest of the night would surely hold. And, of course, the moment you speak of a devil…

An alert from her PDA went off. It was a new model, it was a better deal than a Cell Phone. Imagine actually having to pay for minutes when someone can just send you an email on a PDA? Her model even got the news! Truly, the PDA was superior to the cell phone, something that would eventually fade away as PDA technology got better.

The alert was from the local Priest of the Central Christian Church. Despite her being a participant and not technically on a church affiliated mission, it should have been no surprise that she was going to be updated by them. After all, to the Church, even someone from another denomination was better than a magus.

The Downtown Police Station was raided, people were missing, and the cameras were destroyed. While this, in theory, could have been anyone, considering they actually succeeded, it was highly likely that it was done by a Magus or a Dead Apostle. The connectedness of police precincts within the City meant that what happened here would have been picked up on fairly easily. Especially considering how interconnected they are in the heart of big cities, where precincts can be as small as a few blocks.

While those taken were prisoners, that didn’t mean it was excusable, to Kamila at least. The dead were not to decide whether the living were worthy of death or not. While the Church itself didn’t have the Casus Belli to put a hit on the person who did it, Kamila was acting as an independent agent after all. In the end, it meant that this attack was now Kamila’s business. And, of course, this was absolutely not the business she really enjoyed being in.

“Caster, I think I found out what we’re going to do tonight. It seems that someone attacked a police department in Downtown. I’ll need your help tracking them down, but I have a feeling you already have the general location of half the magi in the city by now.”

Once her Servant was alerted, Kamila turned on the ignition, and floored it.

[Bellagio Fountain, The Strip] -> [Charleston Street, Sunrise]

---

[Charleston Street, Sunrise, Las Vegas]

Speeding was illegal, but considering the current shortage of Police, Kamila was fairly confident that she could speed her way over to where Caster was describing. Another glorious benefit to the PDA was the built in GPS, which was much less effective than Caster, but it at least gave her suitable roads to drive on. Scrying in a modern world could only bring you so far, as they normally didn’t include roads.

“So, do you think this will turn into a speeding car chase? I mean, I’d rather deal with them on foot... but it would be kind of cool being in one, right? I guess it would endanger the public too much...”

One day she’d be able to reenact Tokyo Drift.

One day.

Until that day, she would look around for those who would dare harm the innocent people of the City of Sin

@Reflection@Scallop@Mr President@KatKook

Fate/High Rollers

Kamila

Bellagio Fountain, The Strip, Las Vegas

---

It truly was a majestic sight.

How water could combine and refract light in such miraculous ways seemed like magic. What was, ultimately, just a cheap trick based on light could be made into something that could mesmerize even a magus.

Or, was that the problem to begin with?

Something which looked like magic was ultimately made mundane by a modern explanation. Did knowing how it was done diminish her experience? No, not at all. However, any mystery that it once held was completely stomped out. It was nothing more than a petty trick, and that was the end of it.

She sighed.

What should have been a dazzling display to heighten her mood only soured it. Then again, she was always a bit like that.

Her attention returned to her Servant once she started speaking. She seemed to be mostly talking to herself, but Kamila quickly changed her mind once Caster cut off her own arm and the ichor sprayed around them.

She was in shock.

The blood(?) isn’t what bothered her, nor was the actual action of cutting off a limb. She was well conditioned for that, rather, Kamila couldn’t comprehend what it was her Servant was doing. The captain wanted to scream at her Servant for wasting this much mana, but she didn’t even want to risk gaining the attention of onlookers. Even if it was clear by this point, it just wasn’t a risk that Kamila wanted to take.

So, instead, without the ability to shout vocally, she shouted mentally.

“Are you insane?!”

Of course, yelling at her Servant was never going to accomplish much. They were always in their own world, so it was going to fall on deaf ears. Kamila likely knew this much, but venting was always healthy. More importantly, her Servant kept the same smug look they always seemed to have.

As Caster’s stance changed, Kamila was beginning to understand that whatever they were doing, it was intentional and part of some kind of plan. While the knight could have liked an alert ahead of time, at least her Servant remained serious. Or, whatever level of seriousness they seemed able to muster.

The question posed by Caster was odd, but the Knight Captain assumed this was just a test by her Servant. After all, a Caster of all classes should know this answer. Was that what the mocking aura was about? Or did it pick at something deeper? Kamila could never tell with this Servant.

“Hmmm, well Western Thaumaturgy is mostly based on the practices and ideas of the Greeks and Egyptians.

For the Greeks, it likely starts with the birth of Aphrodite, emerging from the sea foam of where Uranus’ genitals landed. Outside of that, water takes a centerpiece in the ideas of Thales. He believed water was the base element from which all were derived, meaning it was also the element which life sprouted from.

There’d be later philosophers, such as Herclitus, who argued for Fire as the basis, but Thales remained the most popular among them all. It wasn’t until Plato where all the elements were categorized, and Aristotle broke them down even further, as well as adding aether to the group. Aristotle’s writings would become the backbone for Alchemical thought going forward.

Egypt is a much simpler story. All of existence, including all of the Gods, sprouted from a single Lotus in the abyssal sea, Nun. I don’t feel the need to explain much further in regards to Egypt, as this explains enough, correct?

The father of Alchemy, Hermes Trismegistus, would mix both Greek and Egyptian ideals into what the West considers Alchemy today. This is where the Alchemists of Atlas differ, as their version of alchemy is an evolution of the original Egyptian Metallurgy from which Alchemy draws from.

Now, Hebrew tradition has Fire as the basis of Life, which is something Christianity continued, if you discount that minor blip with John the Baptist. So, if you asked me, I’d answer Fire to that question.”

It was far more long winded than it needed to be, but hopefully that was an acceptable answer for her Ser-

She was cutting herself again.

Was this going to be a running problem?

Of course, once her Servant had done it and the pigeons began to appear, Kamila was able to piece it together. The explanation she was giving was wrong.

Well, not wrong exactly. They were correct. However, they were not the answer that her Servant was looking for.

“All life, from plants to humans, rely on water. If that is the case, how can any other element be associated with life?”

She was still pro-fire, of course.

“...I can fix you up, if you want. I don’t really want all of your...blood? Leaking onto my car seats.”

And so, the one armed plant Caster and the deeply confused Knight Captain stared at one another while the water and light show continued to mesmerize the crowd.

Fate/High Rollers

Kamila

Seedy Parking Lot #213, Whitney, Las Vegas

---

"Ah, is this the number for Eve's Garden: Paradise on Earth?"

-

"Good. I was wondering if I could inquire about your services."

-

"Me and my friend here were wondering about the quality of your garden. See, we're on a 2 week stay here in Vegas, and we were wondering where we could spend some time in one."

-

"Oh? You'll do it? Great! So, what are the rates?"

-

"...Eh? A "job?" We're not really looking for work, and you don't really need to do anything."

-

"W-what are you talking about?"

-

"waaaa! N-no! Disgusting!"

---

The girl's face was beet red as she slammed the phone back onto the payphone. Whatever the conversation on the phone was about, it certainly left a mark on her. Her face remained red as she returned to her car, turning face away from her Servant as she started the ignition.

“I-it seems that the card we found on the ground didn’t help us any. Instead of a place to set up, we were led to filthy people! For a place called “Paradise,” it seems ripe with sin.”

“Though, I guess it’s also called Sin City.”

What a mess she was already in, just a mere few hours after summoning her Servant.

After summoning her Servant, using her own scythe as a catalyst, they grew acquainted, and then instantly hit the Vegas Strip. It wasn’t to gamble, at least not yet, but to see where they kept the most plants. It was during this quick survey at the cultural heart of Vegas that Kamila picked up the suspicious card.

It was a simple business card left on the ground, it had flowers covering all four corners. In the center held a rather voluptuous lady wearing left clothing, but Kamila assumed it was just a way to catch the viewer’s eye. Why would someone just leave that kind of thing out in the public like that?! Wasn’t it illegal in Vegas?!

How naive she was, having faith in people.

“Sorry about wasting time, Caster, but this baby should make up for any lost time.”

With a quick flick of the list, Kamila shifted gears. With the one thing stopping her out of the way, she slammed her foot on the pedal, and the purple Bugatti Veyron blasted out of the seedy parking lot they were waiting in.

“The rest of the Servants should be summoned by now. I’m confident that we’ll win, but I do wonder what sort of figures we’ll be up against. Say, do you think any of them summoned Heracles? That’d be fun, wouldn’t it? Wait, didn't the Greeks destroy all of his Catalysts? Aaahhh, we're not going to get anyone big are we/”

Of course, she actually didn’t hope that someone had summoned Heracles. Even without knowing what he had as a Servant, Kamila was terrified to see what that behemoth would have.

“So, is there any place you wanted to go? We can go back to the strip and gamble a bit if you want, we’ve got enough to play around with.

Ooooorrrr…”

The Knight turned her head over to her Servant, meeting her with a serious expression, in spite of her still red face.

“Do we play serious night one?”

Fate/High Rollers

Master

"This is what you get for your pride. Sympathy is the evil liquor that the proud are most fond of"

Kamila

Knight Captain of the Order of the Golden Fleece, Golden Reaper of Chrysomallos

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Gender:
Female

Age:
31

Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Objective for the Grail:
"Harmony between the Church and the Association"

Biography

Kamila was born to a formerly prominent family of Necromancers in the city of Ravenna. While the family were originally the Second Owners of the city, holding that title for nearly a millennium, they had lost it as punishment from the Association for nearly exposing Magecraft (an accidental byproduct of a ritual which required 33 children and 7 pandas). This also resulted in the execution of the Head, and several of his children, leaving only the child with the worst potential as a magus.

Of course, the family was already on decline before that. Their crest had started to decay, heads were having worse circuits, and they even began struggling in securing proper marriages. The removal of their position as Second Owners was an important blow, their downfall was surely fated. What it really did was accelerate the family’s fall, as all political power they had once held was now rapidly approaching

They were desperate with few options. If their next child wasn’t special in some fantastical way, the family would not survive. The hole they were in didn’t require just “someone with circuits,” which forced them to make a gamble. Using the last of their political clout, as well as their funds, the family were granted the Catacombs of Rome for a single ritual, assuming they caused no damage to the holy people present.

The ritual was held the day of Kamila’s conception. It went without error, so surely this child would lead the family into a rebirth.

Kamila was born with abysmal circuits and nothing unique about her. In all senses, she was a complete and total failure.

The daughter was near useless and the family was in both financial and political debt over her. A failed gamble is all it really was, but to Kamila’s family, it was the greatest of losses. Once more, the family’s fall was even more accelerated. Truly, there was no logical outcome for the family outside of suicide.
Thus, that was the conclusion to their story.

Kamila and her grandfather were the only remaining members. He didn’t follow with the rest of the family, seeing as he had accepted the family’s fall before even his son was born. So, out of either amusement or pity, the grandfather took in Kamila. He raised her as a magus, even though the family’s crest was destroyed in the death of Kamila’s father.

For the first 7 years of her life, Kamila lived like a normal magus child. Unfortunately, the family’s karmic backlash wasn’t enough, resulting in an early demise for her grandfather. Now, she was truly alone in the world. All of her kin had gone extinct, no magus family searching for an heir would take her in, and even the weirdos wanted nothing to do with a child of a cursed family. Seeing as nobody wanted her, and she was still a child, the girl was placed in an orphanage in a nearby village

Kamila spent a year there. Everything was normal, until yet another tragedy occurred around the girl. A Dead Apostle had taken refuge in town, and one night, her orphanage was to be their buffet. Flesh was torn, muscles were exposed, bones were shattered and pointing in directions the young girl had thought impossible. Soon enough, after watching her fellow orphans murdered, Kamila was next on the monster’s plate. The girl fought with what she could, but there was no way she could realistically fight such a thing, and suffered fairly bad injuries, including a horrific blow to the head. The Dead Apostle continued to poke and prod the girl until he was bored. All that was left was for him to take a bite and end her suffering.

Until the monster had its body cut in twine by a scythe.

It was only as Kamila began to lose consciousness that she finally let herself mourn her own existence.

Kamila spent several months recovering, but after that, was placed in another orphanage, though this one ran by the Church. It was this time in the hospital that would morph Kamila into something new. After waking up in the hospital, Kamila had seemingly gained her Pure Eyes. Of course, she didn’t realize this, and simply ranted at the doctors about strange halos appearing on everyone’s head. Quickly, she picked up that others couldn’t see what she was seeing. It took her until the end of her stay to realize what exactly the eyes did.

The ability to gauge how close everyone was to death destroyed her.

Kamila was surely no longer Kamila, at least conceptually, after that day.

Her stay at the new orphanage was short lived, as after a few months, she was pulled out by the man who had saved her. He had revealed himself as a Knight Captain of the Order of the Golden Fleece, and he promised he would be the one to care for her.

He had no idea about her eyes, rather, he was doing this in an attempt to spite the Foster Mother because of a falling out that occured. They got into a theological debate surrounding the Book of Songs, and it shall be left at that.

Of course, upon learning about Kamila’s history, as well as her eyes, he was determined to properly raise her. The first thing he did was a ritual to absolve her of her family’s sins, which culminated in the changing of her name. Whoever Kamila was in the past was erased, wiped away in the name of the LORD. From now on she was Kamila, a good girl of faith who was a future knight.

Now, the Order of the Golden Fleece is an interesting one. While they still serve as Knights, those who fight against the greatest of evils, they also act as an intermediary of sorts. As an Order founded around the Occult, often under the command of Magi, and one whose very premise is inherently linked to Alchemy and the Philosopher’s Stone, the Order of the Golden Fleece has the closest relationship with the Association. Of course, they still have problems with the Association, and take the side of the Church in every circumstance, but all things considered, they’re on decent enough terms. In matters that require cooperation, the Order is called in to handle terms, conditions, and agreements. They’re also the branch of the Church that often deals with dangerous magical items, phantasmal entities, and things of that nature.

This has led to them being considered Heretics by many within the Church, though they don’t seem to mind much.

Kamila spent the rest of her childhood training. As her body was still primed by basic magus training, it was not that difficult for Kamila to adapt to the training. It was more physical than magus training, but the pain was roughly the same in the end. Finally, at the age of 15, she would be allowed to partake in a vampire hunt. There was a powerful Dead Apostle found in the Philippines, a survivor of the tragedy which occurred there several decades earlier. Ultimately, it would be Kamila and the Captain that would corner and defeat this Dead Apostle.

Kamila was rewarded with steak for her efforts.

Kamila continued her work as a Knight, her work as an arbiter, and her training. By the time she was 25, she had already gained a reputation among those in the Church and the Clock Tower, though her reputation was vastly different between the two. Within the Church, she was seen as a “hardass, a highly effective and vicious killer, but ultimately still a heretic.” Within the Clock Tower, she was seen as “fairly stable, normal, not insane.”

It was only last year that she had become the Captain of her Order. Kamila and the Captain were tasked to kill a Dead Apostle. An error on Kamila’s part, her missing the Dead Apostle’s neck, resulted in the death of the Captain. To make the situation even worse for Kamila, the Dead Apostle managed to escape. No only did she fail to save her Captain, but the monster would continue to feast on humanity.

She simply figured that she was still the Cursed Child she was before.

Once her mourning was complete, she took the mantle of Captain. There was little to no opposition, as most believed she was being raised for that role anyway. She has done no actual official work as Captain, as all of her time has been spent hunting down the Dead Apostle who had escaped her. Hearing about this ritual in Las Vegas, Kamila believed that this would be a potential scenario for a Dead Apostle to appear.

Oh, and even if it didn’t, she could have her wish of harmony granted.

Being so close to the world of Magi, as well as completely submerged in the world of the Church, has led to Kamila coming up with her own views. She believes modern magi have moved too far away from God. Magi in the Renaissance worked very closely with the idea of God, which is ultimately what Kamila would like to see a return to. Once this is achieved, she believes that Magi and the Church don’t truly need to be enemies, and can focus on destroying the real evils in the world.

Basically, she finds the fighting between the Church and the Association unneeded, and wants to bring harmony between the two factions.

---

Magic Circuit Switch:
Imagining the sobs of the departed

Number of Magic Circuits:
E

Quality of Magic Circuits:
D

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Origin:
Absolution

Elemental Affinity:
Fire

Magic Crest:
She lacks one.

Magecraft:

Sacraments:

The sole mystery taught freely by the Church. While the Magecraft used by the Association tends to focus on physical interference, the Sacraments used by the Church are spiritual by nature. The key sacrament is the Baptism Rite, something that Kamila is fairly well trained in. Upon the completion of the Rite, all spiritual bodies in the area are compelled to sublimate, and return where they belong.

Her skill in it can be said to be greater than Kirei Kotomine.

Magic Basics:

The bare basics of what you would teach a Magus, something on the level of a literal child. A remnant from her brief few years as a magus. As a good member of the Church, she doesn’t make use of any of her skills here.

Interestingly enough, her actual knowledge of Magic Theory is very good. If she was actually raised as a magus, she would have surely been a high ranked one.

Special Abilities:

Pure Eyes of Death Observation:

A psychic ability which allows the observer to gauge how close someone is to death. Different from a Mystic Eye which allows the owner to interact with the world directly, a Pure Eye only allows someone to see something.

An inborn ability of Kamila’s, probably manifested as a result of her family's sacrifices. It allows Kamila to get a gauge on how close someone is from death, acting in a manner similar to Clairvoyance. For her, it manifests as halos above the head of every organism. While it starts off bright and shining, the more it dims, the closer an individual is to their death.

Self Hypnosis:

A skill originally learned by Kamila during her early magi studies, but was ultimately repurposed for her Vampire hunting. It is associated with the pain of Kamila tearing out pieces of her hair, thus, it can only be achieved via that method. Once Kamila has entered this state, the limits placed upon a human body are removed, as well as increase the ability of the brain to process what is around it. Kamila also gains the ability to better understand the flow of battle.

Mystic Codes

Atropos:

The ultimate weapon of the Order of the Golden Fleece. Atropos is a scythe which cuts off the excess thread of life.

Everything created has a certain “allotment” they are given. One only has so much life before it is to be reaped. It is a predetermined rule yet, there are those who try to break the cycle of life and death. Those who perverse the beauty of life, and disregard the bliss of death.

To those who attempt to exist beyond their time, Atropos exists to cull them.

Atropos is a conceptual weapon which exists to kill those who remain beyond their time. Vampires, zombies, and ghosts are entities which fall under this category. They exist as not only an affront to God, but an affront to nature in general.

Passively, it ensures the owner of the Scythe a “natural” death. Any sort of concept that would “enforce” death is completely nullified against the wielder’s body. Now, of course, cutting off her head would still kill her, as it would kill anyone.

Within the handle of the scythe is a large assortment of different saint bones, with scriptures acting as padding. It is truly a holy weapon of the highest order, a perfect fit for a Knight Captain.

Considering the naming scheme, the weapon was likely created with the concept of Moirai in mind. It is fitting that it eventually became a relic of the Order of the Golden Fleece

Atropos

Shroud of Saint Cyprian:

A cloth which was once used to wrap the remnants of Saint Cyprian.

While worn, it acts as a container to the “life” which is placed within it. The shroud acts to ensure no signs of life are filtered out through it. This applies to things such as mana expenditure, as well as a Master’s presence.

As one’s presence is effectively contained, it hides the occupant within it from scrying effects, or anything that searches for “lifeforce.”

Also allows Kamila to play dead really well.

The Golden Fleece:

The fleece of the ram, Chrysomallos, which served as the goal of the Argonauts. Whether the fleece possessed by The Order is the original or not is unknown (it isn’t), but even if it is a copy, it is still supremely old. There are many legends for the power of the Golden Fleece, with a litany of different interpretations.

However, in the hands of Kamila, it simply acts as a fleece which heals those who snuggle up to it. It heals the snuggler based on the image presented on the soul.

Non-Magical Abilities and Items:

Kamila’s physical strength is befitting that of a Knight Captain, placing her on a level similar to the Captain of The Vestal Shield Knights.

Her combat style is an offshoot of the halberd combat styles used by the Church.

Kamila is a gifted pianist, but she does little with it.

Knows pi to 500 digits.

An encyclopedia on World Folklore

A book on sloth deaths.

Rohypnol (with mystery).

A stuffed bird which is missing a wing. It is named “Cross.”

A purple Bugatti Veyron with the license plate “JCGOTU.” A gift given to her by another member of the Church. She lacks the clearance to legally drive in the US, but she tries her best.

Access to the Papal Funds via credit cards and some cash.

Fate/High Rollers

Master

"This is what you get for your pride. Sympathy is the evil liquor that the proud are most fond of"

Kamila

Knight Captain of the Order of the Golden Fleece, Golden Reaper of Chrysomallos

---

Gender:
Female

Age:
31

Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Objective for the Grail:
"Harmony between the Church and the Association"

Biography

Kamila was born to a formerly prominent family of Necromancers in the city of Ravenna. While the family were originally the Second Owners of the city, holding that title for nearly a millennium, they had lost it as punishment from the Association for nearly exposing Magecraft (an accidental byproduct of a ritual which required 33 children and 7 pandas). This also resulted in the execution of the Head, and several of his children, leaving only the child with the worst potential as a magus.

Of course, the family was already on decline before that. Their crest had started to decay, heads were having worse circuits, and they even began struggling in securing proper marriages. The removal of their position as Second Owners was an important blow, their downfall was surely fated. What it really did was accelerate the family’s fall, as all political power they had once held was now rapidly approaching

They were desperate with few options. If their next child wasn’t special in some fantastical way, the family would not survive. The hole they were in didn’t require just “someone with circuits,” which forced them to make a gamble. Using the last of their political clout, as well as their funds, the family were granted the Catacombs of Rome for a single ritual, assuming they caused no damage to the holy people present.

The ritual was held the day of Kamila’s conception. It went without error, so surely this child would lead the family into a rebirth.

Kamila was born with abysmal circuits and nothing unique about her. In all senses, she was a complete and total failure.

The daughter was near useless and the family was in both financial and political debt over her. A failed gamble is all it really was, but to Kamila’s family, it was the greatest of losses. Once more, the family’s fall was even more accelerated. Truly, there was no logical outcome for the family outside of suicide.
Thus, that was the conclusion to their story.

Kamila and her grandfather were the only remaining members. He didn’t follow with the rest of the family, seeing as he had accepted the family’s fall before even his son was born. So, out of either amusement or pity, the grandfather took in Kamila. He raised her as a magus, even though the family’s crest was destroyed in the death of Kamila’s father.

For the first 7 years of her life, Kamila lived like a normal magus child. Unfortunately, the family’s karmic backlash wasn’t enough, resulting in an early demise for her grandfather. Now, she was truly alone in the world. All of her kin had gone extinct, no magus family searching for an heir would take her in, and even the weirdos wanted nothing to do with a child of a cursed family. Seeing as nobody wanted her, and she was still a child, the girl was placed in an orphanage in a nearby village

Kamila spent a year there. Everything was normal, until yet another tragedy occurred around the girl. A Dead Apostle had taken refuge in town, and one night, her orphanage was to be their buffet. Flesh was torn, muscles were exposed, bones were shattered and pointing in directions the young girl had thought impossible. Soon enough, after watching her fellow orphans murdered, Kamila was next on the monster’s plate. The girl fought with what she could, but there was no way she could realistically fight such a thing, and suffered fairly bad injuries, including a horrific blow to the head. The Dead Apostle continued to poke and prod the girl until he was bored. All that was left was for him to take a bite and end her suffering.

Until the monster had its body cut in twine by a scythe.

It was only as Kamila began to lose consciousness that she finally let herself mourn her own existence.

Kamila spent several months recovering, but after that, was placed in another orphanage, though this one ran by the Church. It was this time in the hospital that would morph Kamila into something new. After waking up in the hospital, Kamila had seemingly gained her Pure Eyes. Of course, she didn’t realize this, and simply ranted at the doctors about strange halos appearing on everyone’s head. Quickly, she picked up that others couldn’t see what she was seeing. It took her until the end of her stay to realize what exactly the eyes did.

The ability to gauge how close everyone was to death destroyed her.

Kamila was surely no longer Kamila, at least conceptually, after that day.

Her stay at the new orphanage was short lived, as after a few months, she was pulled out by the man who had saved her. He had revealed himself as a Knight Captain of the Order of the Golden Fleece, and he promised he would be the one to care for her.

He had no idea about her eyes, rather, he was doing this in an attempt to spite the Foster Mother because of a falling out that occured. They got into a theological debate surrounding the Book of Songs, and it shall be left at that.

Of course, upon learning about Kamila’s history, as well as her eyes, he was determined to properly raise her. The first thing he did was a ritual to absolve her of her family’s sins, which culminated in the changing of her name. Whoever Kamila was in the past was erased, wiped away in the name of the LORD. From now on she was Kamila, a good girl of faith who was a future knight.

Now, the Order of the Golden Fleece is an interesting one. While they still serve as Knights, those who fight against the greatest of evils, they also act as an intermediary of sorts. As an Order founded around the Occult, often under the command of Magi, and one whose very premise is inherently linked to Alchemy and the Philosopher’s Stone, the Order of the Golden Fleece has the closest relationship with the Association. Of course, they still have problems with the Association, and take the side of the Church in every circumstance, but all things considered, they’re on decent enough terms. In matters that require cooperation, the Order is called in to handle terms, conditions, and agreements. They’re also the branch of the Church that often deals with dangerous magical items, phantasmal entities, and things of that nature.

This has led to them being considered Heretics by many within the Church, though they don’t seem to mind much.

Kamila spent the rest of her childhood training. As her body was still primed by basic magus training, it was not that difficult for Kamila to adapt to the training. It was more physical than magus training, but the pain was roughly the same in the end. Finally, at the age of 15, she would be allowed to partake in a vampire hunt. There was a powerful Dead Apostle found in the Philippines, a survivor of the tragedy which occurred there several decades earlier. Ultimately, it would be Kamila and the Captain that would corner and defeat this Dead Apostle.

Kamila was rewarded with steak for her efforts.

Kamila continued her work as a Knight, her work as an arbiter, and her training. By the time she was 25, she had already gained a reputation among those in the Church and the Clock Tower, though her reputation was vastly different between the two. Within the Church, she was seen as a “hardass, a highly effective and vicious killer, but ultimately still a heretic.” Within the Clock Tower, she was seen as “fairly stable, normal, not insane.”

It was only last year that she had become the Captain of her Order. Kamila and the Captain were tasked to kill a Dead Apostle. An error on Kamila’s part, her missing the Dead Apostle’s neck, resulted in the death of the Captain. To make the situation even worse for Kamila, the Dead Apostle managed to escape. No only did she fail to save her Captain, but the monster would continue to feast on humanity.

She simply figured that she was still the Cursed Child she was before.

Once her mourning was complete, she took the mantle of Captain. There was little to no opposition, as most believed she was being raised for that role anyway. She has done no actual official work as Captain, as all of her time has been spent hunting down the Dead Apostle who had escaped her. Hearing about this ritual in Las Vegas, Kamila believed that this would be a potential scenario for a Dead Apostle to appear.

Oh, and even if it didn’t, she could have her wish of harmony granted.

Being so close to the world of Magi, as well as completely submerged in the world of the Church, has led to Kamila coming up with her own views. She believes modern magi have moved too far away from God. Magi in the Renaissance worked very closely with the idea of God, which is ultimately what Kamila would like to see a return to. Once this is achieved, she believes that Magi and the Church don’t truly need to be enemies, and can focus on destroying the real evils in the world.

Basically, she finds the fighting between the Church and the Association unneeded, and wants to bring harmony between the two factions.

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Magic Circuit Switch:
Imagining the sobs of the departed

Number of Magic Circuits:
E

Quality of Magic Circuits:
D

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Origin:
Absolution

Elemental Affinity:
Fire

Magic Crest:
She lacks one.

Magecraft:

Sacraments:

The sole mystery taught freely by the Church. While the Magecraft used by the Association tends to focus on physical interference, the Sacraments used by the Church are spiritual by nature. The key sacrament is the Baptism Rite, something that Kamila is fairly well trained in. Upon the completion of the Rite, all spiritual bodies in the area are compelled to sublimate, and return where they belong.

Her skill in it can be said to be greater than Kirei Kotomine.

Magic Basics:

The bare basics of what you would teach a Magus, something on the level of a literal child. A remnant from her brief few years as a magus. As a good member of the Church, she doesn’t make use of any of her skills here.

Interestingly enough, her actual knowledge of Magic Theory is very good. If she was actually raised as a magus, she would have surely been a high ranked one.

Special Abilities:

Pure Eyes of Death Observation:

A psychic ability which allows the observer to gauge how close someone is to death. Different from a Mystic Eye which allows the owner to interact with the world directly, a Pure Eye only allows someone to see something.

An inborn ability of Kamila’s, probably manifested as a result of her family's sacrifices. It allows Kamila to get a gauge on how close someone is from death, acting in a manner similar to Clairvoyance. For her, it manifests as halos above the head of every organism. While it starts off bright and shining, the more it dims, the closer an individual is to their death.

Self Hypnosis:

A skill originally learned by Kamila during her early magi studies, but was ultimately repurposed for her Vampire hunting. It is associated with the pain of Kamila tearing out pieces of her hair, thus, it can only be achieved via that method. Once Kamila has entered this state, the limits placed upon a human body are removed, as well as increase the ability of the brain to process what is around it. Kamila also gains the ability to better understand the flow of battle.

Mystic Codes

Atropos:

The ultimate weapon of the Order of the Golden Fleece. Atropos is a scythe which cuts off the excess thread of life.

Everything created has a certain “allotment” they are given. One only has so much life before it is to be reaped. It is a predetermined rule yet, there are those who try to break the cycle of life and death. Those who preverse the beauty of life, and disregard the bliss of death.

To those who attempt to exist beyond their time, Atropos exists to cull them.

Atropos is a conceptual weapon which exists to kill those who remain beyond their time. vampires, zombies, and ghosts are entities which fall under this category. They exist as not only an affront to God, but an affront to nature in general.

Passively, it ensures the owner of the Scythe a “natural” death. Any sort of concept that would “enforce” death is completely nullified against the wielder’s body. Now, of course, cutting off her head would still kill her, as it would kill anyone.

Within the handle of the scythe is a large assortment of different saint bones, with scriptures acting as padding. It is truly a holy weapon of the highest order, a perfect fit for a Knight Captain.

Considering the naming scheme, the weapon was likely created with the concept of Moirai in mind. It is fitting that it eventually became a relic of the Order of the Golden Fleece

Atropos

Shroud of Saint Cyprian:

A cloth which was once used to wrap the remnants of Saint Cyprian.

While worn, it acts as a container to the “life” which is placed within it. The shroud acts to ensure no signs of life are filtered out through it. This applies to things such as mana expenditure, as well as a Master’s presence.

As one’s presence is effectively contained, it hides the occupant within it from scrying effects, or anything that searches for “lifeforce.”

Also allows Kamila to play dead really well.

The Golden Fleece:

The fleece of the ram, Chrysomallos, which served as the goal of the Argonauts. Whether the fleece possessed by The Order is the original or not is unknown (it isn’t), but even if it is a copy, it is still supremely old. There are many legends for the power of the Golden Fleece, with a litany of different interpretations.

However, in the hands of Kamila, it simply acts as a fleece which heals those who snuggle up to it. It heals the snuggler based on the image presented on the soul.

Non-Magical Abilities and Items:

Kamila’s physical strength is befitting that of a Knight Captain, placing her on a level similar to the Captain of The Vestal Shield Knights.

Her combat style is an offshoot of the halberd combat styles used by the Church.

Kamila is a gifted pianist, but she does little with it.

Knows pi to 500 digits.

An encyclopedia on World Folklore

A book on sloth deaths.

Rohypnol (with mystery).

A stuffed bird which is missing a wing. It is named “Cross.”

A purple Bugatti Veyron with the license plate “JCGOTU.” A gift given to her by another member of the Church. She lacks the clearance to legally drive in the US, but she tries her best.

Access to the Papal Funds via credit cards and some cash.

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

Servant

“To conquer or to be conquered is the rule...That’s kind of brutish, don’t you think? I’m a slave to these rules, but still, I’d like to be remembered for helping. Yeah, I think I want that legacy in the end.”

Mehmed II

Mehmed Han bin Murad Han, “Avni,” Kayser-i Rûm, The Lord of the Two Lands and the Two Seas, Padishah, The Conqueror

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Class:
Archer

Gender:
Male

Alignment:
Lawful Neutral

Region:
Anatolia

Source:
Historical Fact

Attribute:
Star

Likes:
Art, Music, Cute things, Allah

Dislikes:
Vampires, Laziness, Byzantines, Assassination plots, His Son

Talents:
Being Roman, Conquest, Academia

Natural Enemy:
“The Devil”, His Son

Objective for the Grail:
To create Paradise.

Biographical

The legendary leader who would conquer the unconquerable and solidify Ottoman dominance for the next 400 years.

Even as a child, Mehmed was seen as incredibly bright. By the time he was 12, he was an expert in the Quran, Hadith, Fiqh, mathematics, astronomy, languages, and military strategy. At this age, his faither, Murad II, had abdicated his throne, leaving young Mehmed in charge of the Ottoman Empire. Needless to say, this was a lot of pressure on a young child. Still, young Mehmed was eager to prove his worth.

Until, of course, the Catholics, led by John Hunyadi, decided to Crusade the Ottomans. While Mehmed would defeat their first crusade, the victory wouldn’t last long. The Catholics broke their treaty, and in response, Mehmed tried to get his father to rule once more. Murad was enjoying the retired life, so he refused to become Sultan once more. At least, until Mehmed wrote him a letter that would become extremely famous in Turkish history. It is as follows.

“If you are the sultan, come and lead your armies. If I am the sultan I hereby order you to come and lead my armies."

It was only after his son’s questioning of his masculinity that Murad returned, but he would win the Battle of Varna, stopping Catholics from ever limiting Ottoman influence and growth in the Balkans. While Murad was planning on retiring soon after, some backstage politics forced Murad to keep his throne until his death in 1451.

The moment after Murad’s burial, Mehmed, at the age of 19, began his planning for Constantinople. Even as a child (well, a younger one) all Mehmed wanted to do was take the city. In the Hadiths, Muhammad proclaims that one day the city will be taken for Islam, and the leader and that army were to be the greatest. During the time of the prophet, his companion Abu Ayyub al-Ansari had failed in taking the city. And, as a child, his mother asked him what he felt of the city, and Mehmed said it was the most beautiful city in the world, and that one day he would conquer it. Obviously, this goal was incredibly personal for Mehmed. While Constantinople was an important city economically, his own personal values were what seemed to have motivated him the most.

For two years, he refused to speak with anyone unless it had something to do with the war. Eventually, on 29 May 1453, Mehmed took the city.

The ripples of this action were felt throughout Europe. The taking of the city would force the Iberians to explore, creating the Age of Exploration and the Early Modern period in general. However, it was felt the hardest spiritually. Christendom had its greatest loss to that point. Rome had been destroyed, and a city incredibly important to God had been taken. It heralded the end of the world for the Christians.

It also heralded the end of the world for Muslims. With the completion of Muhammad’s prophecy, many believed that they were entering the end times.

Of course, to Mehmed, he was just happy to achieve what he had always dreamed off. Unfortunately, following the customs of the day, he let his army pillage the city for 3 days. One the fourth day, when the looting was to stop, Mehmed was left with an incredibly devastated city. He mourned not only the loss of the most beautiful city in the world, but the destruction of the legacy of Rome. After taking the city, he went into the Hagia Sophia, and claimed himself the Caesar of Rome, yet, he had let his army destroy such a bastion?

He vowed to rebuild the city, rebuild Rome, and to never let this travesty happen again. Mehmed would rebuild Constantinople, making it a greater paradise than ever before, and would reforge Rome with his own hands.

10 years after taking Constantiople, he would visit the site of Troy, and would have a prayer for the Trojans. He proclaimed that he had defeated the Greeks (Byzantines) in the name of Rome and Troy, and as a fellow Roman, and hoped they would be proud of him.

Mehmed had an incredibly successful military career, securing Albania, Serbia, Bosnia, the rest of Anatolia, parts of Greece held by Venetians, Morea, and Crimea. His most notable campaign was against Vladimir Tepes III, the leader of Wallachia. A monster of a man who refused to give tribute, and in response, killed the envoys by nailing turbans to their heads. Later, he attacked the Bulgarian and Serbian parts of the Ottoman Empire, killing everyone they came across, man, woman, child, peasant, noble, and everything in between.

Actually, Vlad and Mehmed had some sort of relationship before this point. Vlad and his brother Radu were prisoners of Murad, and they had bonded on some level. Mehmed was especially fond of Radu, who would end up leading the Janissaries into Wallachia. By this time, Vlad had covered the entire region in impaled bodies, creating a forest of impalement. Upon seeing this, Mehmed would utter his famous phrase…

“I fear no human, but The Devil is different.”

The Ottomans would retreat from this horrific sight. Seeing such a radical change in the person he knew as a child was disheartening, but Mehmed didn’t spend too much time mourning it. While he initially wished to say goodbye to an old friend, Vlad was initially forced to flee into Hungary, where he was imprisoned. Eventually, Vlad would return to rule Wallachia, and Mehmed would get to say goodbye on the battlefield where Vlad perished.

This encounter would warp Mehmed a bit, showing him how powerful the corruption of evil truly was.

Mehmed eventually died in 1481, poisoned by his own son. He was planning on taking over Mecca and Medina, and proclaiming himself Caliph, something his son would get to accomplish. He doesn’t like to speak of his son, for obvious reasons.

Mehmed was a man with little regrets in the end, but he still wished to create the paradise he had always wanted.

Or maybe save that friend in the end.

Truly, he was Roman down to his core.

Weapon:
Sword, Cannons, Onion Hat

Parameters:
STR: C
CON: C
AGI: B
MAG: B
LUK: A+

Class Skills:

Independent Action: B

The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master; the ability that allows for action even in the absence of the Master. At higher ranks, it is also possible to remain for extended periods of time in this world without an established contract.

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

Magic Resistance: C

Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

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

Personal Skills:

Ghazi: A

Initially a term applied to anyone fighting in an expedition or raid, but would eventually becoming a more specific term as Islam grew. In the time of the Ottomans, it would become a very specific term reserved only for Sultans who made conquests in the name of Islam. It was under the reign of Bayezid I that it specifically became a title that meant the Sultan was an “instrument of God.”

As an “instrument of God,” Mehmed is little more than a weapon in Allah’s hands. His body is a perfected weapon that follows Allah’s will. In essence, the skill grants Mehmed’s a defense which nulls mental interference, curse effects, and status effects.

As the Sultan that would complete the 800 year prophecy to take Constantinople, Mehmed is considered one of the greatest Ghazi.

Imperial Privilege (Roman): EX

An ability that, due to the insistence of the owner, Skills that are essentially impossible to possess can be obtained for a short period of time. In cases when the Rank is А or above, even the "burden to the body" can be acquired (such as Divinity).

In regards to Mehmed II, skills such as Swordsmanship, Clairvoyance, Riding, Charisma, Charisma, Military Tactics, and so on can be gained. In essence, if it is something that a Roman Emperor can do, Mehmed feels he can do it just as well, if not better.

It also has the effect of making Mehmed conceptually “Roman.”

Symbolic Wisdom: B

A tool (his glasses) crafted for Mehmed which symbolizes all the knowledge Mehmed had collected in life. As one of the Muslim’s greatest scholars, as a man who helped kickoff the Renaissance for Europe, Mehmed’s collection was immense. His sacking of Constantinople also gave him access to Ancient Roman texts.

In essence, Mehmed is a super nerd in fields related to art, music, poetry, literature, and the occult.

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Judgement Basillica

The Trumpet Blasts of the Fall

Rank: B+

Type: Anti-Fortress/Anti-World

Range: 1~99

Maximum Number of Targets: 3000 people

Description:

Constantinople.

The City of the World’s Desire represented many things. It was an incredibly lucrative trade city, but it was more than that. It represented the power and legacy of Rome, an Empire which lasted over 1000 years. It represented the power of Christanity and served as its bulwark from Muslim influence. It represented Rome's legacy as Troy readvent, serving as an impenetrable city. Most importantly, in the eyes of Mehmed, it represented the greatest failure of Islam, and a correction that needed to be fixed.

This Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of Mehmed destroying the impossible, the Walls of Byzantium. A cataclysmic event that signaled The End of Times for many, Christians and Muslims alike. The fall of Constantinople could only mean that the world was going to end.

In essence, the Noble Phantasm is similar to a certain Japanese warlord. Mehmed can summon cannons and fire them, independently of him actually holding them or not. All of these cannons are glistening white, with carvings along them invoking images of the divine. In fact, they also seem slightly closer to trumpets than cannons. Instead of firing the traditional cannonball, they fire a white beam.

If Constantiople was a city that was never to fall, then Mehmed’s Cannons are objects that designate something to “eventual destruction.” The more they’re hit, the closer this fate is enforced. In essence, they are a reverse Palladion. They also have the ability to bypass conceptual and weaker defense.

The true power of the Noble Phantasm is revealed when the true name is released. A giant cannon hovers above Mehmed, and from it, an equally large laser is fired from it. It is this beam which truly embodies the Fall of Constantinople. Despite being a city with walls grander than even Troy, it was not enough to stop Mehmed’s siege. It is an attack which enforces “destruction” upon any sort of defense, while keeping the attack’s momentum and power uninhibited.

While this Noble Phantasm bears the designation of “Anti-World,” it obviously doesn’t have enough power to destroy the planet. Instead, it destroys “inner worlds,” so Reality Marbles and things of that like.

As the man who cut down the ever growing Tree for good, it is the only fitting Noble Phantasm for him.

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In Restitutionem Novum

Let the Tree Flourish Once More

Rank: B++

Type: Barrier/Anti-Evil

Range: 1~40

Maximum Number of Targets: 500

Description:

Mehmed was the man who cut down the infinitely growing tree of Rome.

Yet, he was also the man who replanted the seed.

From the remains of Constantinople, the remains of Rome, Mehmed would continue Rome again, making it last yet another 500 years. The tree that Romulus planted may have been cut down, but Mehmed would never let its legacy end.

Romulus created a tree that would encapsulate Rome’s Past/Present/Future.

Mehmed would create a wall to encapsulate Rome’s Past, Present, and New Future.

Using the remnants of Constantiople’s walls, Mehmed formed a new set. If he had destroyed the walls of Troy 2, he would rebuild Troy 3’s walls to be even greater. This city was too grand to be destroyed again, so Mehmed would achieve this goal no matter what. The evils of the world would be repelled.

The ambition of Mehmed’s new walls knew no limit. Not only was he forging Troy 3, creating a wall which embodied the entire history of Rome, but was meant to be a reflection of Alexander’s walls. In Islam, Alexander forges the wall that keeps Gog and Magog away from Civilization. While Gog and Magog were initially hordes, they eventually became synonymous with “Cataclysmic Evil.”

An ambitious wall, equal only to its creator.

Upon calling out the name of the Noble Phantasm, a wall covered in branches emerges from the ground, growing to a seemingly infinite height in order to protect. Just as Rome was the infinitely growing tree, Mehmed’s new Rome would be the same. The wall itself is clearly modeled after the Theodosian Walls.

As the walls to protect from evil, those labeled as “evil” by Mehmed are rebelled away from the barrier upon activation, and are weakened the more they try to challenge the wall. It is a wall of rebirth, protection, and one ordained to survive. It has been over 500 years since their creation, and not once have the walls, nor the city, been truly challenged.

It is the mirror to the Noble Phantasm used by his former friend.

Master

“...No...”

Ilze Ozols-Koksauleturas

SBU-8-12, Koksauleturas, Heiress of the Ozols

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Gender:
Female

Age:
9

Alignment:
Insufficient Ego

Rank:

Objective for the Grail:
Information and Materials

Command Seal:
Three tree branches which appear to be moving in a circle

Personality

What’s a personality?

Ilze is effectively a blank slate most of the time. She has limited functions in regards to emotions, has a one track mind regarding her goal. With that in mind, she can best be described as incredibly pragmatic. The best and most efficient way to reach her goal is likely the one she’ll pick 9 times out of 10.

However, isn’t that the case for most magi as is?

Ilze doesn’t seem to take personal interest in anything outside of her work, though she seems capable of managing a conversation despite that. She seems to be skilled in negotiations and matters of diplomacy. This all most likely stems from her role within the family. Watching the seasons change seems to be the one thing that could really be considered a pastime.

However, no matter how you want to say it, Ilze mostly acts like a generic mud puppet. This is because she is one.

Her personality seems to completely change whenever her defect becomes relevant...

Defects

Issues with bright light.

Can’t process pain.

Inability to reproduce.

Is more aggressive and sadistic when dealing with men. Whether this defect exists because of her heritage or otherwise is unknown.

Family History

Despite how barren Europe has become from millenia of deforestation, the forests still hide many secrets. No region in Europe has kept the same aura of mystery as the Slavic Lands. Deep within the forests of what can be referred to as Latvia, a giant tree is located. An absolutely massive tree, to the point where the entire forest surrounding the tree is but an extension of it. It is the Austras Koks, the World Tree. This tree dates back over 1000 years, and is a relic of the original Ozols family.

The Ozols were a family of Shamans that eventually began to switch to Alchemy and the pursuit of [ ]. When this occurred is lost to time, as no records since before Austras Koks remain. What can be inferred is that whatever sparked this change led to the Ozols specializing in a bizarre method of homunculus creation.

Based on the old concept of Mandrake and the popular theological idea that man was made from the ground, it became a popular idea that artificial life can be achieved in a method similar to farming. In introducing parts of the body to the virgin Earth, life can be created. The intention was to try to create the original man in an effort to reach [ ]. A bizarre and rare method of creating homunculi, but it was the one the Ozols ultimately specialized in. Even though they were a young family, the Ozols seemed to be gaining some notability, and it was during the very tail end of the first millenium that Austras Koks was created. The family seemed to have a bright future in front of them.

Of course, until The Northern Crusades.

A series of wars held during the late 1100s and early 1200s against the Baltic States. The mission was to convert the land and slaughter heretics. This was the last bastion of “Satan” in Europe, the last region to not know the grace of God and his son, Jesus Christ. For centuries the natives would fight against attempts at conversion, eventually, the Old Faith would be nearly wiped away completely.

Of course, the Ozols should have been fine.

However, by either poor luck or karmic backlash, the Ozols were caught in between, and every member of the family had been killed. The once aspiring Ozols had been eradicated. There should have been no hope for this family. Much like a majority of those within this land, they too should have faded away with the sands of time.

Thankfully, it never occured to the crusaders to cut down the giant tree.

Austras Koks, the family’s attempt at recreating the World Tree, or Tree of Life, had survived. Sprouting from Austras Koks was the terminal created to control the tree, much like a certain Old Man Golem in Germany, Astaāboliņš. Programmed to continue producing homunculi in the search for [ ], the terminal continued the job as the new effective head of the Ozols. It would be under his leadership that the Ozols would be saved, but in return, would become known as a famous family of hermits. However, beyond even that, under Astaāboliņš, a new addition was added to their method of homunculi creation.

It was also believed that man was created from the combination of animals. Through combining parts of animals with each other, or with modern man, the “original” man could be born. However, many magi who have attempted this method were disgusted, and vowed never to return to it. Whether the very idea of it was repulsive, or their creations were absolute monstrosities, many lesser magi could not continue with this concept.

This didn’t phase Astaāboliņš and the family continued in this direction. However, this has only further added onto the Ozols reputation. While this idea isn’t banned or even taboo, it is generally looked down upon and viewed as a boorish technique in the noble art of alchemy. The only organization that has any real issues with them is the Prague Association. This was only further escalated a century or so ago when a member of the Prague Association wandered onto the Ozols’ territory to challenge one to a duel.

He did not return home.

Since then, the Ozols have been a family of recluse homunculi, though they are often viewed like a small organization. Within the family is a clear hierarchy, with those being born from Austras Koks itself are the highest, with those born of other trees seen as lesser. There are separate sections of Austras Kok, with each one producing a different type of human-hybrid. Pure animal hybrids are only produced on other trees.

Despite keeping minimal interactions with the outside world, the Ozols have created a reputation for themselves. Their homunculi, though being somewhat look down upon, are seen as among the highest quality in the world. There have been efforts by some elites to create a more direct line of communication with the family, but it almost always rests on deaf ears. Outside of important formalities with the Association, they have next to no interactions with others.

The only exception to this seems to be the von Nettesheim family in recent years. Ilze herself has even met the current head of the family.

They are technically the Second Owners of their land, but this is mostly because the Association never believed it worth it to remove the tree.

Biography

Ilze was the greatest success out of her year’s harvest. Coincidentally, she ended up among the highest quality homunculi in the family’s history, with minimal defects at that. After a few years of doing the normal work of an Ozols, creating more homunculi and other minor alchemic pursuits, she was given a promotion of sorts. Due to the passing of the previous “ambassador” in a strange accident (It involved a bear, a sled, and a night that has been systematically altered from the memories of most of the family), Ilze was allowed to become the newest “ambassador” of the Ozols family. Koksauleturas is the family’s name of this designation and is one of the highest honors that can be given within the family. This also elevated her to be the next in line in case anything was to happen to Austras Koks, but considering the entire family would die before that, it is a meaningless role. Effectively, this meant she would be the one dealing with the Association when it was needed. She still spends most of her time within the family’s forest, but ends up leaving it more often than the rest.

Interestingly enough, during her brief meetings with the Association and her visits to Clock Tower, she has managed to catch the attention of those within the Creation Department and the Botany Department.

Ilze has yet to respond to their various letters, but she likely will respond to the Creation Department within the next decade or so. She isn’t quite sure if the Botany Department is worth it considering how little relevance it seems to hold.

Originally, Ilze was not meant to be sent on this mission. She was deemed too valuable to be wasted on this, however, Ilze volunteered for the role. Why that is unknown, but Ilze claims it has something to do with the location and river.

It probably has something to do with her sadistic tendencies.

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Magic Circuit Switch:
They're a living circuit.

Number of Magic Circuits:
E

Quality of Magic Circuits:
EX

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Origin:
Cultivation

Elemental Affinity:
Fire and Earth

Attribute:

Synthesis
The Ozols family attribute. A specialty that focuses on combining different things, but still producing a greater whole. Just as plants can complete their processes even in unfavorable conditions, combining things that aren’t “optimal” with each other will still produce a favorable result.

Magecraft:

Association Basics:
What you, yes you, would expect a magus to know.

Alchemy:
Alchemy is, on a basic level, just the transmutation of matter. An incredibly common subset of mageraft, known on an incredibly basic level to most magi worth anything. Despite that fact, it is one of the most varied foundations of them all. The Ozols’ alchemy is mostly centered around their method of homunculi creation. It can be easily said that when it comes to their method of creation, they’re the absolute best.

Of course, this isn’t saying much considering how rarely it is used.

Outside of the creation of homunculi, the Ozols’ Alchemy relies upon the world itself and their Shaman roots as a base. Alchemists from the family have great compatibility when using plants and the like, but anything artificial is practically useless to them.

Shamanism
The old ways of the Slavic people. A magical foundation centered around communing with spirits and interacting with the natural world. An isolated and unpopular foundation, the modern practitioners of it usually have it a part of their crest from an earlier time. Things like curses and spiritual healing are included within it, but neither are things the Ozols family truly specializes in. The family’s true specialty with their Shamanism is their ability to interact with the spirits.

Spiritual Evocation:
The art of summoning spirits. It is likely this is what the original Ozols made use of when they worked as local Shamans..Specifically, they are incredibly skilled at working with the demons of their homeland.

Why that is, of course, remains lost to time.

Were they potentially dark shamans in the past…?

Succubus:
As a homunculus made with the parts of a Succubus, Ilze has been given the abilities of a Succubus. These include increased regeneration, reflexes, and coordination. Ilze can manipulate the dreams of others and can use the energy gained to sustain herself.

Most notably, she can store excess magus semen within her body and can release it like a jet.

Succubi normally have eternal youth, but as Ilze is a homunculus and stuck the way she was created, it is unknown whether she has this trait or not.

Magic Crest:
Homunculi are programmed with what they need

Mystic Codes

Fire Skull Posts: Based on the ones kept outside of the house of the Baba Yaga in slavic folklore. Created using oak carved to appear like bone and the skulls of child homunculi, the main purpose of these post is the creation of a territory. In creating a perimeter with them, the area inside becomes ideal for “A Slavic Magus.”

Within the skulls of the posts is a stone based one of the many Slavic flaming stones. This allows the skulls to glow, and trespassers who get too close are engulfed by their flames.

Finally, they seem to naturally draw people closer towards them. This isn’t a magical effect, rather, it appears their very existence is something that pulls humans in, akin to a natural bounded field. As Ilze is part Succubus, this isn’t actually something she worries about

She keeps one of these as a personal weapon of sorts, modified to use the flame within the skull as an attack.

Apples: A stock of apples, each filled with numerous amounts of wraiths. This is based on an practice where apple trees would be planted over graves as they were believed to be able to capture the souls of the departed.

Primitive Life Seeds: The one major thing developed by Ilze. These are based upon an old Slavic belief that rain was the semen of a God, as it mixing with the Earth is what creates life. Through throwing these seeds onto the Earth and pouring rain water upon them, absurdly weak homunculi are given birth. They lack any form of real intelligence, but are capable of following Ilze’s orders. They aren’t very strong either, as they could easily be killed by even a below average magus competent enough.

These are just the first stage of Ilze’s vision. In the future, she believes she’ll be able to create a level of homunculi on par with the family average via this method.

A lot of magus semen. Like a lot. Even Medb would blush.

Materials which belonged to Fairies, Imps, Strzyga and other such Slavic creatures.

A small world tree which was a part of Austras Koks, which allows it to quickly alter the land, making an ideal location to rapidly create homunculi. Since they’re made quickly, their lifespan is only a couple of weeks, but this is fine considering they’re unneeded after the war.

Non-Magical Abilities and Items:

Despite her appearance, her body is incredibly strong, coming from being a high quality product and her heritage.

Understands the basics of CQC.

Capable of incredibly high speed calculations.

Lots of tubs filled with rain water.

A personal cantina for some of the water.

Lots of nature she has brought from home.

Pouches to carry these objects while on her person.

An absurd amount of funds.

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

I would like to claim the designation of the class which deals with ranged combat, also known as Archer.

Vassals to an empty throne

Henlo! I would like to join! I'd like to claim this little cove in purple if possible!

Fate/Lost Epoch

Amara bint Mahmud ibn Hāshim Seif

Large Clearing, Fuyuki Park, Fuyuki City

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Amara was already fairly deep into the woods by the time the Assassin had moved in to attack William and the other boy. It was a fairly nice forest, really. This was a good park, she was glad it wasn’t burnt down. Not that she had any real reason to assume a fire would have happened here, but sometimes you get a feeling about things such as this.

Of course, the moment her Servant communicated the arrival of Assassin, Amara instantly began her return.

The feeling of the limitations being lifted could only be described as a feeling of a bird released from the cage, but whose wings were nearly failing from the lack of actual flying experience. In other words, it was both liberating, but the self destruction that could come with it remained lodged in the back of her mind.

Despite not yet deciding whether the William boy was a demon or not, she was concerned about the boy who was with him. While she could detect him as a “Master,” as a “Magus” he was barely noticeable. If it wasn’t for the Command Spells, Amara probably wouldn’t have really even be able to tell if he was a Magus, even though he did emit magical energy. His mentality and behavior seemed even less fitting for Magecraft than her’s.

In other words, he was seemingly a bit of a sitting duck. This was more than enough for Amara to want to protect him from an Assassin.

More than anything however, was this feeling of excitement. She had always wanted the power to defeat the greater evils, but this excitement wasn’t exactly that. It was a childhood wish fulfilled, but in of itself wasn’t that great. The suffering felt by all was not saved because of this gaining in power, so there was no reason to be excited about it. Instead, this excitement really came from, well…

The idea of fighting something that should be greater than you.

Unfortunately, all of this excitement was for naught.

By the time Amara had returned to the tree, Assassin was already gone. It was tragic, but there was no point in holding onto a feeling like that. At the very least, it seemed like most people were still safe.

Well, besides the two Servants who remained in combat despite all of this commotion.

“I’m glad everyone is okay.”

She looked over both enemy masters, though her attention was mostly on Kotaro.

“That was a close one, wasn’t it? As Masters, we really should be more careful about assassination attempts. “

The young girl stretched, making a cute pleased noise as she released whatever built up tension this whole fiasco caused.

“Well, since almost everyone is okay, we should probably head out to the school. A monster who will destroy the entire city and the grail is there. Oh right, before we head out, you two should thank Caster for protecting you. I won’t accept anything else as a response.”

She seemed oddly serious about this issue. The glare in her eyes was the only proof she needed about that.

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Nebuchadnezzar II

Homurahara Courtyard(Banquet of Kings), Academy, Fuyuki City

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Huh.

Maybe a banquet of kings wasn’t actually the greatest idea.

Despite the honor he felt in being asked to protect Theseus’ Master, it appeared that the banquet was quickly becoming more dangerous than chasing after this “White Titan” would have been.

The “Hero” of this banquet kidnapped someone, dressed him up as a lion, and beat him to near death. On top of this, the man also nearly destroyed his empire, and if this new Caster was anything being serious, then everything around was currently in the process of being destroyed. In other words, he wasn’t actually much of a hero.

Unfortunately, the “Villain” of this banquet was still a horrible, barbaric, and grotesque savage. He had enough humanity in him to tell his Master to flee, but then he went on about devouring heroes. He was the perfect villain in nearly every way, which only made the situation worse for Nebuchadnezzar.

Both options were horrible.

In all honesty, he wanted to grab his Master, Theseus’ Master, and just escape. Unfortunately, he knew that that wasn’t really an option. While the idea of working with someone so vile made his stomach sick, the ultimate threat of Commodus was too much for him to ignore. Still, he couldn’t fight at his best while he had not only one, but two Masters to protect.

Thankfully, the musical man crafted barriers for them to hide behind. While they wouldn’t be completely safe, it was still something. He gave the musician a look and a nod, nonverbally thanking him for doing such a thing. The boy he was meant to be protecting ran over to it, which was smart, but it did sting a bit. Still, this would be a good place to defend the Masters while assisting the villain of this tale.

Or, at least, until the voice warned him of what was to come.

“Talia, protect that kid. I couldn’t call myself a king if I let a kid like him get hurt. As my second-in-command, please protect him with everything you’ve got.”

And with that, he stepped forward to face down the boy king, materializing and pointing his spear as he did so.

He seemed to be an ally of that savage, which was normally a mark against someone. However, despite knowing Commodus surviving would mean his own destruction, this boy still remained by his side.

It was stupid.

But, it was that type of stupidity that Nebuchadnezzar himself had. At the very least, he could respect this boy on that fact alone.

As the boy’s trumpet made a wonderful sound, the voices in Nebuchadnezzar’s head grew in number. Instead of dangerous alerts, angry voices telling him to fight and stab were polluting his thoughts. Whatever trick the boy was using, it was certainly working on some level. While Nebuchadnezzar could resist these urges, they seemed to cloud out the voice of God.

“Interesting trumpet you have there, boy! If you’re so determined to fight, then let’s make this one to remember! I am Servant Rider, A king above all others!”