Cu Chulainn

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@rush99999@0 Azzy 0

Rangers use Component Pouches for their foci. Grabbing one is pretty inexpensive. Check the PHB.

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

A Bad Assassin

Assassin

"My blade is yours, Master. May it execute all who are guilty."

True Name: Charles-Henri Sanson, The High Executioner of France

Master: Pending.

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Height/Weight: 175cm / 65kg

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History and Personality

Have a wiki page.

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Stats

STR: D
END: D
AGI: C
MGI: D
LCK: A
NP: B

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Class Skills

Presence Concealment: D

Class Skill of the Assassin Class. The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. A low ranking of Presence Concealment unbecoming for an Assassin to the level that a Servant can infer one's presence at once. Although summoned in the Assassin class, the act of assassination is near impossible for Sanson.

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Personal Skills

Executioner: A++

A Skill that increases damage towards those who have perpetuated crime or committed some other atrocity to which would brand them under the societal confine of the label "Evil". In other words, this Skill allows Sanson to deal increased damage to Servants of the Evil alignment. Also, a Servant will make themselves a potential collateral of the ability as well if they also meet the aforementioned condition for the increased damage. Severing evil by means of evil; the ultimate judgement act.

Medical Techniques: A

Modern medicine that surpasses the medical technology of those times (in which transmission proliferated) in a few degrees. Still, this Skill does not make a comparison by modern standards, instead determining by the standards of the age in which the Servant lived. This ability allows for the user to possess a much more advanced knowledge of the human anatomy compared to what would be considered modern in their original era.

Human Anatomy Research: B

A Skill representing a concept placed on the 'other side' of execution techniques and medicine. Sanson did not neglect researching on where he could hurt the human body without killing, without leaving prognostic symptoms. Putting it in another way, it means he understands where it is okay to injure. Obtained through studying the best ways to decapitate someone with one strike.

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Weapon

Sanson wields a T-shaped Claymore bearing the inscription Epée de Justice. A sword designed to execute others via beheading, used by the Sansons to carry out executions before Charles-Henri endorsed the guillotine. The three holes in the the T-shape made a screeching noise if the swing wasn't completely straight, as a reminder for the executioner to strike true on the first blow and make it painless.

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Noble Phantasm

La Mort Espoir
Death is Hope For Tomorrow
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: A
Range: 1 ~ 10
Maximum Number of Targets: 1

The embodiment of the true execution tool, the guillotine. The chances of death are determined not by resistance to curses or good fortune, but whatever or not one can defeat fate with a strong mentality. A so-called Mental Interference type Noble Phantasm, Heroes with anecdotes of being executed rather than dying in battle undergo a disadvantageous check. The guillotine manifests when the true name is invoked within mid-range, pulling its target and holding them in place through shadowy arms. One second later the guillotine will fall. Here, judgement is made. If the target fails the check, the guillotine falls without change and one is decapitated.

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Fate/Vacuous Radiance

@ADamnFiddle@Over Illusion

I'll fix the formatting and make the translated skills less awkward later. Will do a full Personality tab, too. It's 4:30 AM at the time of posting because I live in an inferior timezone.

A Bad Assassin

Assassin

"My blade is yours, Master. May it execute all who are guilty."

True Name: Charles-Henri Sanson, The High Executioner of France

Master: Pending.

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Height/Weight: 175cm / 65kg

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History and Personality

Have a wiki page.

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Stats

STR: D
END: D
AGI: C
MGI: D
LCK: A
NP: B

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Class Skills

Presence Concealment: D

Class Skill of the Assassin Class. The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. A low ranking of Presence Concealment unbecoming for an Assassin to the level that a Servant can infer one's presence at once. Although summoned in the Assassin class, the act of assassination is near impossible for Sanson.

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Personal Skills

Executioner: A++

A Skill that increases damage towards those who have perpetuated crime or committed some other atrocity to which would brand them under the societal confine of the label "Evil". In other words, this Skill allows Sanson to deal increased damage to Servants of the Evil alignment. Also, a Servant will make themselves a potential collateral of the ability as well if they also meet the aforementioned condition for the increased damage. Severing evil by means of evil; the ultimate judgement act.

Medical Techniques: A

Modern medicine that surpasses the medical technology of those times (in which transmission proliferated) in a few degrees. Still, this Skill does not make a comparison by modern standards, instead determining by the standards of the age in which the Servant lived. This ability allows for the user to possess a much more advanced knowledge of the human anatomy compared to what would be considered modern in their original era.

Human Anatomy Research: B

A Skill representing a concept placed on the 'other side' of execution techniques and medicine. Sanson did not neglect researching on where he could hurt the human body without killing, without leaving prognostic symptoms. Putting it in another way, it means he understands where it is okay to injure. Obtained through studying the best ways to decapitate someone with one strike.

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Weapon

Sanson wields a T-shaped Claymore bearing the inscription Epée de Justice. A sword designed to execute others via beheading, used by the Sansons to carry out executions before Charles-Henri created the guillotine. The three holes in the the T-shape made a screeching noise if the swing wasn't completely straight, as a reminder for the executioner to strike true on the first blow and make it painless.

---

Noble Phantasm

La Mort Espoir
Death is Hope For Tomorrow
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: A
Range: 1 ~ 10
Maximum Number of Targets: 1

The embodiment of the true execution tool, the guillotine. The chances of death are determined not by resistance to curses or good fortune, but whatever or not one can defeat fate with a strong mentality. A so-called Mental Interference type Noble Phantasm, Heroes with anecdotes of being executed rather than dying in battle undergo a disadvantageous check. The guillotine manifests when the true name is invoked within mid-range, pulling its target and holding them in place through shadowy arms. One second later the guillotine will fall. Here, judgement is made. If the target fails the check, the guillotine falls without change and one is decapitated.

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[5e] ~ Titan Hunters

A strong "maybe."

and by "maybe," I mean "when I get my shit together."

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

@Over Illusion

Oh, nice. Will app Sanson most likely, then. Would have apped Tristan if not for the time frame, though. And I’m not sure who’s keen on having Assassin or Archer.

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

@Gummy1295

The only Cu Chulainn app I will ever dare make myself is a not-Alter Berserker!Cu with Riastrad.

That being said, u-use me well...

Fate/Vacuous Radiance

If this is still open, I have a Master concept that needs brushing up and an F/GO Assassin in mind. I'll probably do some more reading up before I throw out my Master idea. As for my Assassin, I'm not sure if he will qualify or not. Seems like his skills are already translated, though.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar

The Crypt, Taking a Breather

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity@JBRam2002

Cesar’s eyes fluttered open, finally back to his senses and finding himself standing once more. He wasn’t too certain what happened after his fall, save for the obvious; the Light had managed to triumph over the dark, after all. Cesar couldn’t help but laugh to himself at their victory, despite all odds. We did it.. the Bard thought as he walked down the hall, nodding to each of his allies as they came to. ... We’re heroes.

While Cesar walked down the Crypt, he had heard and seen Katia spring forward, hyper as always. As he did, before, when he still had his ship, Cesar closed his eyes and had his arms wide-opened, waiting for that familiar embrace he hadn’t felt in so long. Instead, however, his body felt an all-too-familiar cold breeze as she dashed past him, stopping and laughing with delight along with their resident scholar, Wick. Cesar could only make a solemn smile at their joy as he began thinking to himself, having only realized their communion now.

Is this... loss? No, I’ve felt loss before, and... you can’t lose what was never there to begin with, huh?

The Sailor shook his head at the thought, after a long pause. He won’t throw away any of the precious memories he’s had. Not with Katia, and not with the rest of his companions, his friends. They have made good memories, before, and they will continue to make more as they seek to save these Lost Lands. Nothing can break the bonds he has made with his allies, no matter what happens.

Cesar marched forward, content with his self-reflection, kneeling down to pick up Jarlbane from the ground before a glint of metal had sparkled on his eyes for a moment. Looking forward, Cesar noticed the gauntlet he had thrown to the ground at the start of their fateful battle. Realizing the warriors of the crypt returning briefly, Cesar quickly sprung forward, almost stumbling as he made a grab for the gauntlet. After successfully clutching it in his hands, Cesar stood straight up as his eyes wandered the Crypt, looking for the warrior, the Guardian, who had once owned this gauntlet. He wanted to ask for the Guardian’s permission to carry the gauntlet on his travels before he had left the crypt. It was only the the good and honest thing to do, after all...

Effects

Cesar
HP: 33/33
Level Up!
Long Rest completed

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Sir Mirdas Jaaranth, The Scaled

First of Fin

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@Guardian Angel Haruki@0 Azzy 0

Mirdas lunged at one of the bandits as they charged towards his new allies, landing a glancing blow on him as he charged to the apparently blind man. As the one named ‘Morris’ called him that dreaded ‘M’ word, both Mirdas’s nostrils and gills flared in anger. Before he could deliver a retaliating strike, a bolt found his way into his shoulder, stinging with pain. Grunting and shaking his head to shrug the pain away, Mirdas growled in response. And again, another brigand shows himself, this time revealing to be their leader. Mirdas only had a second to react as the leader swung his blade with such quickness, defending against his first blow with his shield, but not moving fast enough to block the second. Thankfully, the Paladin’s armor managed to take the brunt of the blow.

With his teeth bared, Mirdas lunged his trident into Morris, piercing straight into his gut. Twisting his trident while it laid embedded within the criminal, Mirdas invoked the name of his god, Persana, as divine lightning surged into his trident, scorching Morris from within with holy light., as apparent from the faint light shining out from his mouth and eyes.

Grinning at his successful blow, Mirdas marched forward a mere few feet, skewering Morris’s corpse further down his trident, grasping the bolt within his shoulder with his teeth and pulling it out with a jerk. Mirdas then turned to face their Leader, the bolt still between his teeth, forming some sort of mad smile. The knight raised his eyebrows, suggesting that he will be next. The brigand, however, implied this to be something more suggestive, especially with the wooden shaft within the Triton’s mouth.

”Are you flirting with me?”

Effects

Mirdas Jaaranth
HP: 17/25
1st Level Spell Slots: 1/3

Mirdas attacks Morris, landing his attack and deciding to use a 1st-level spell slot to land a Divine Smite, dealing 7 Piercing damage and 13 Radiant damage, turning Morris into a kebab.

Using his viciousness to his advantage, Mirdas turned to their Leader, attempting to intimidate him with this grisly display, failing with a pitiful 7 on his Intimidate check.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki

I think we may have almost the same timezone, since you mentioned Japan iirc