Cu Chulainn

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama

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@Crusader Lord@Breo@Phonic

With his move successful, Rider dashed towards where his blade had dropped just as the explosion was heard. Before he could reach down to pick his sword up, Rider noticed that the blade began to shake rather... oddly. To Rider, it seemed that there are other Servants fighting not too far from where his and Lancer's battle was taking place. Turning back around to his opponent without picking up his sword, Rider had seemed to relax a bit. He had some sort of feeling that whoever is battling in the outskirts of the woods may be the same Servant that had made this same attack...

In any case, Rider knelt over, grabbing his blade. With the mood feeling a bit muddled, it didn't seem like Lancer was going to attack him, and if he were to strike him while he's down once again, Rider was confident that his instincts would help him make a proper defense; and besides, if the battle were to continue at this point, Achilles would have to face the might of two high-class Heroic Spirits. In the end, it seems like it was a stalemate, for now.

"Very well," Rider began, standing up and sheathing his blade to his hip, "if you die before our rematch, then I will win this war and use my wish to bring you back and defeat you then." With his cocksure response, a small half-smile formed on Rider's face. While he was confident that he would win this war, he genuinely did not want to see what he believes would be his greatest rival die before they could have their full battle. Despite his brazen reaction, however, Rider still was certain that he needed to prepare specifically for their next battle. He was forced on the defensive during this fight, and neither he or Lancer had used their trump cards. At the very least, a sense of pride welled up in Rider since he didn't need to draw them in the first place. As far as he's certain, his identity, and even his class container, is a mystery to even them.

"You go on ahead. I will go and check on my own Master. If there's another battle happening in these forests, then there is a chance that they may end up at her workshop." With that, Rider turned away, fading slowly into spiritual form. While he was a bit curious of investigating once again, Rider believed that if his feeling was true and it was once again the work of that Archer from before, he would find naught but more craters. Rider's intentions from the beginning of this battle were to defend against any potential interlopers, anyway, so he had no interest in pursuing Lancer; and besides, it would be a waste of energy to chase the fastest hero, anyway.

And so, Rider, along with his steed, made his way back to his Master in spirit form. Even as a spirit, however, Rider's body began to ache. The attacks that he had endured were, indeed, no joke.

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Characters

Suzaku - A Nice Boy

Nakayama Suzaku

"The moon is bright tonight... do you think my smile would have been the same?"

18 | Male | 162 lbs | 6'0
Yang, Fire | Non-Native | Human

Description

A pale young man with a cold gaze and an even colder disposition, Suzaku acts, speaks, and even moves as if all his actions were performed deliberately, almost seeming robotic. The only thing that could be considered warm about him are the flaming blue arrows that fire out of his peculiar bow. With a scrutinizing gaze enhanced with yang magic, Suzaku wishes to unveil the many mysteries of this new world, including of himself.

Personality

Cheerful, extroverted, and friendly. Suzaku remembers being these things, and yet, he has trouble grasping his own emotions. Because of this, most of his actions are done logically, and little are performed passionately. His lack of emotions don't necessarily make him seem like a husk, however, as he does show curiosity for how he is supposed to feel at certain times. There are rare moments where he feels joy and grief, though they tend to pass at a moment's notice as soon as they become apparent.

Bio

"All I can remember is... fragments and phases. I don't even know how I got here."

When asked, Suzaku could only recall a happy high school life. He remembered being popular, with many friends and admirers. He also remembered accomplishing well academically and athletically. One detail that was especially unique to him, that he believes made up his entire identity, was his skill at the bow. Indeed, in his former life, he was the captain of his school's archery club, both because of his natural talent and personal magnetism. It was the perfect life, and if one were to ask Suzaku, he'd say it's one he wouldn't have traded... That is, of course, until a fateful accident resulted in an arrow flying into his back, piercing his heart and lungs...

... Then he found himself in a new world.

Magics

Magic Level: 27

Suzaku's skill with Yang magic is minimal. He is only able to cast a single spell at the moment which enhances his vision, allowing him to aim and fire from extreme ranges as well as in the dark. A spell that is drilled into his very psyche because of its similarities to a technique he used at home, he casts it by saying a short Buddhist mantra to himself.

Suzaku also sports a powerful, but limited affinity with fire magic. Only being able to utilize it with a specific white bow that he is able to summon through currently unknown means, Suzaku is capable of firing arrows of blistering heat, almost like plasma, formed out of bright blue fire. The extent of the power of these flaming arrows are unknown, although they seem to be an inherent ability of his own. However, being able to fire countless arrows at the speed he seems to be capable of is definitely out of his level of power...

Abstract Magics

The gods don't really like Suzaku.

Extra

"I've always felt at my best under the light of the moon... The quiet of the night is comforting, I think."

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Story

Suzaku

I - Flames of ???

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II - ???

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III - Identity

Whoever Suzaku is...

He is no hero.

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I - White Bow

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II - ???

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III - ???

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Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

A Nice Boy

Nakayama Suzaku

"The moon is bright tonight... do you think my smile would have been the same?"

18 | Male | 162 lbs | 6'0
Yang, Fire | Non-Native | Human

Description

A pale young man with a cold gaze and an even colder disposition, Suzaku acts, speaks, and even moves as if all his actions were performed deliberately, almost seeming robotic. The only thing that could be considered warm about him are the flaming blue arrows that fire out of his peculiar bow. With a scrutinizing gaze enhanced with yang magic, Suzaku wishes to unveil the many mysteries of this new world, including of himself.

Personality

Cheerful, extroverted, and friendly. Suzaku remembers being these things, and yet, he has trouble grasping his own emotions. Because of this, most of his actions are done logically, and little are performed passionately. His lack of emotions don't necessarily make him seem like a husk, however, as he does show curiosity for how he is supposed to feel at certain times. There are rare moments where he feels joy and grief, though they tend to pass at a moment's notice as soon as they become apparent.

Bio

"All I can remember is... fragments and phases. I don't even know how I got here."

When asked, Suzaku could only recall a happy high school life. He remembered being popular, with many friends and admirers. He also remembered accomplishing well academically and athletically. One detail that was especially unique to him, that he believes made up his entire identity, was his skill at the bow. Indeed, in his former life, he was the captain of his school's archery club, both because of his natural talent and personal magnetism. It was the perfect life, and if one were to ask Suzaku, he'd say it's one he wouldn't have traded... That is, of course, until a fateful accident resulted in an arrow flying into his back, piercing his heart and lungs...

... Then he found himself in a new world.

Magics

Magic Level: 27

Suzaku's skill with Yang magic is minimal. He is only able to cast a single spell at the moment which enhances his vision, allowing him to aim and fire from extreme ranges as well as in the dark. A spell that is drilled into his very psyche because of its similarities to a technique he used at home, he casts it by saying a short Buddhist mantra to himself.

Suzaku also sports a powerful, but limited affinity with fire magic. Only being able to utilize it with a specific white bow that he is able to summon through currently unknown means, Suzaku is capable of firing arrows of blistering heat, almost like plasma, formed out of bright blue fire. The extent of the power of these flaming arrows are unknown, although they seem to be an inherent ability of his own. However, being able to fire countless arrows at the speed he seems to be capable of is definitely out of his level of power...

Abstract Magics

The gods don't really like Suzaku.

Extra

"I've always felt at my best under the light of the moon... The quiet of the night is comforting, I think."

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Discord sounds coolio to me

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama

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@Breo@Phonic@Crusader Lord

Rider had realized just now that his choice of words may have been too... condescending. Indeed, as someone who prefers to speak with his actions and has had to have his allies speak for him, words were not his strongest suit. Many of these times were because of his temper, but it seems that this time, he wasn't the one that had flew into a fury. While this reaction was unexpected, it was still something that was favorable, something that was to be exploited.

As Lancer launched his attack, Rider was already prepared, his empty hand winding back slightly. With his instincts, that can see through attacks and allow him to perform the best course of action to counter them, using the same attack on him is guaranteed for failure. Even for Lancer, whose considered to be the fastest, Rider's body and mind have already trained to defend against this attack as if he had already done so a hundred times. With a blast of prana erupting from his arm, he bashed away the spear, intending to disarm his opponent before stepping forward and headbutting him.

At this moment, Rider believed it was appropriate to exchange a few more words, this time choosing them more carefully. While making his opponent even angry would possibly open him up for another attack, Rider knows far too well that angering someone as powerful as Achilles would not end in his favor... Well, on the bright side, at least his opponent doesn't breathe fire.

"Like I said, you will only find destruction here... There are no arrows to begin with."

With those last words being said, Rider concluded his attack, throwing his prana-imbued fist straight into Lancer's center mass with as much might as he could muster. Knowing that his armor would reduce its damage, Rider had intended to have this punch push his opponent into the trench. Rider knew Lancer would easily climb out, but he needed to buy himself enough time to arm himself with his sword. Only then will he be able to finally reply to his opponent's attacks in earnest...

And with another spiritual presence entering the battlefield, Rider feels like this fight will finally be at his favor.

Mortal Empires

discord.gg/j5HraE Have a temporary one for now, lol

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama

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@Breo@Phonic@Crusader Lord

As the spear faded from Rider's hands as soon as he lunged it, his eyes widened, grunting in annoyance at how he had made such an error. He wasn't going to let his opponent capitalize on this, however. As soon as Lancer's legs met the ground, Rider exploded into action, pushing away to avoid getting locked by his opponents legs before propelling himself upward, lunging his fist up into an uppercut. The intent wasn't to strike his opponent's face, although that outcome would still be ideal, but to get himself off the ground and away from Lancer's grasp. Once that has been accomplished, Rider sprung back, pushing himself away from Lancer with yet another burst of prana as he lept backwards across the small ravine he had made just moments earlier. Landing on his feet and facing his opponent with his shield once again raised, Rider looked Lancer once again in the eyes, giving him the same fierce look he had at the beginning of their encounter.

As Rider stared down his opponent, he began to think more to himself of his current strategy. He had only intended to gauge Lancer's skill and perhaps even scare him off, but given the nature of just who his opponent was along with the fact that he was easily disarmed in their first trade makes a few things very clear to Rider. While he could still keep going with the strategy he had planned on using, he'll have to focus on fighting defensively until he could get a better opportunity to strike at his heel with his sword. Of course, that also involves picking up his sword first, having chosen to use a replica with just enough mystery to be used as a weapon rather than a sword from his own collection and therefore denying him the luxury of just manifesting it back in his hand.

Then again, he could always use that...

No, not tonight. While it definitely would be enough to cut through the armor, it may also ruin the mystery that Rider had already established to his current opponents regarding his identity. While that doesn't necessarily belong to Rider, it is still famously associated with him enough for his enemies to narrow down his identity. And while there aren't any inherent weaknesses that would be revealed despite his own level of fame, it will give away much of his trump cards. Still, however, Rider can't keep going just with what he's been using so far...

"I may have underestimated your skills at Pankration, but once I strike your heel, it will be over for you, Lancer!" Rider exclaimed as he stretched the fingers of his sword hand. A small part of him considered drawing that after all, but he soon clenched his hand into a fist, trying not to let his impulses get the best of his already sound strategy. "My instincts have already gotten used to your speed. This fight will keep going all night at this pace, Lancer, you and I both know that. My Master requests that I hold back for now, so unless you start giving it your all, how about we... talk about those arrows?"

Of course, Rider didn't intend to negotiate just so early into a fight he was having fun with. If anything, he was just stalling...

Master... I may have to borrow my steed just for a moment.

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

I've always wanted to do an Isekai roleplay, though I'm pretty new to Re:Zero. Will keep an eye, but I think my plate has room for one more.

Titan Rising

Looks cool. Really considering making a witch hunter with how rampant necromancy is.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama

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@Breo@Phonic@Crusader Lord

Rider wasn't surprised that his opponent easily redirected his body check with a throw, intuition aside. If this were a battle where he would want to go all-out, then he wouldn't have opened himself to such a technique in the first place. Experiencing first-hand the art of Pankration in action by one of its best students, however, was an opportunity Rider did not want to pass. Of course, this was another privilege open only to the likes of Rider, who is quite frankly hard to destroy.

A grin formed on Rider's face as Lancer performed his throw. It was strange, as his previous attack had just been countered completely, it's as if he was some sort of masochist. With Rider's instincts, however, which are at the point where they could be considered a type of precognition, he could have foreseen what's to come in the next few seconds. But what was there to smile about aside from Rider trying to make himself into a handsome crater?

"You truly are a great hero, but..."

All Rider did to brace himself was reinforcing his body. Aside from that, he allowed himself to slam to the ground, as if he were deliberately letting himself get thrown. When Lancer's fist soon followed, which Rider was able to see using his instincts, he jerked his head sideways at an attempt to avoid the blow, albeit half-heartedly enough for the blow to, at best, just graze him. Despite his instincts, which have already attuned to Lancer's speed, warning him of oncoming attacks, Rider was still just a bit too slow to avoid them easily unless he were already in a favorable position from the start, like when he had his shield up during Lancer's initial charge. Adapting to Lancer's speed meant finding a way to make his speed a non-factor, which was why Rider let Lancer throw his punch.

The next series of events happened in just a mere second.

Letting his shield dematerialize in his spirit armory, Rider launched his hand towards Lancer's arm as soon as the punch connected, whether or not it hit his face or the ground behind it. Gripping his arm tightly and pulling down as if he tried to keep him down with him, Rider let go of his fist just as quickly. He wasn't trying to pull him, it seems, but rather, he was keeping him in the perfect position just long enough for his armor to blast him upward.

Rüstung von Ortnit, the golden armor that Rider was wearing, sported a rather unique property that was meant for a specific mode of combat. It was made with the intent that its wearer would be surrounded by many enemies, as its original owner was tasked with venturing forth into territory claimed by their enemies. The property in question, refraction, allowed for hits to have their force redirected away from their intended target, as if the attack just went through the wearer. With this logic, it means that if force were applied to one end of the armor, it would simply blast out of the other.

And since Rider was being thrown to the ground and Lancer had positioned himself just on top of Rider, all Rider had to do was keep Lancer in that same position in order to turn his own attack against him.

"... You should know not to give your weapon to a looter like me!"

Whether the blast launched him skyward or just disoriented his opponent, Rider gripped the spear in his hand tightly. Lancer's titular weapon, and one he would so easily give away, if only for a brief moment. To Rider, however, who is known famously for using his opponent's weapons against them, this was something completely favorable to him. While he had no real way of stealing it at this time, and he did not intend to in the first place, Rider was interested in seeing the effects of Lancer's weapon in action. From what he has gathered so far, the spear had no intrinsic effect of breaking through armor like that traitor's sword. So Rider instead lunged the spear upward, throwing it if he had to, centered specifically to hit the only spot his opponent had left unarmored; his face.