Cu Chulainn

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #96, Aim

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@Paradox Witch

"You know, if that shit about dying were a joke, I'd be using a command seal to have ya stay sober for the rest of the war, Ite!" Gin told Chiron, scratching his nose with a thumb. He had a grin on his face that was different from when he began. No longer was he seeing these tests as something to pass and move along, but as experiences to absorb and to learn from. He even felt like he was getting used to Chiron's tricks, at this point...

No, no he wasn't. That's a dangerous train of thought to have.

Looking at the challenge before him, Gin crossed his arms, laughing heartily. He stood there, keeping ever so stoic at these spirits struck at him, unafraid of death. He had already died, once, and he had learned that even his own death will be necessary, should the time come. That being said, however, this was not his time...

Grabbing a single talisman from his jacket pocket and holding it between his two fingers, he looked out at the gathering of spirits before him. "Come forth." Gin said, calmly, as a large swarm of shikigami, numbering in the hundreds, slowly flew out from the fog behind him, hovering just a few inches behind Gin. A majority of them held talismans of binding, while the lesser half held talismans of exorcising. Gin was going to approach this next problem with an overwhelming attack while at the same time reducing collateral. If he were to bind most of these spirits, he'll be able to more easily pinpoint the ones filled with grudges while at the same time minimizing the damage dealt to the normal spirits, themselves.

And of course, before he fired, he raised the talisman he drew out moments before, raising it high. Gin trusted both his intuition and his bountiful luck, but even then, he needed some extra insurance, even though it would matter little for this method of attack. If anything, it's just more cherries to add to his overkill sundae.

"Guide us."

The shikigami all rushed forth, those tasked with binding holding most of the spirits in place while the others tasked with exorcising met their marks. Gin crossed his arms, once again, throwing his head back and taking joy in his overwhelming attack. Creating shikigami of this amount all at once was something only capable within this training montage, after all, and one of the many valuable lessons Gin learned from all this was to find happiness even in the most troubling of times.

Plus, it looked cool, too.

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #89, Die

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@Paradox Witch

... What?
Wait...
No!
NO!
Ite, you bastard!
What the hell?!
What the hell...
What...
... No.
But... I didn't... I didn't get to...

_ERROR!

Who, again?

Rule #89, Die

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Gin stood there, stabbed through the chest. The pain continued to shock through his body, not from the blade, but from his heart. It was a feeling of regret. Of sorrow. Of loss. Of rage. Of betrayal. So many things added to Gin's pain, and so many things made the pain so much harder to deal with. Soon, Gin's knees started to give out on him, followed by a fountain of blood, gushing through out of his mouth.

And before he realized it, before he could do anything, before he could save anyone, Gin had died...

... No.

I won't allow this...

I can't!

Gin's arm moved on its own, keeping him from falling to the ground. The grim, cold chill of death that had already surrounded most of his body was kept at bay from the fire within his heart. Deep within him, Gin doesn't want to die. He can't die! He has so much to live for! Slowly pulling the sword out of his chest, Gin raised it into the air, screaming his teacher's name with what little strength he could muster. He swung the sword in his hand, left and right as his eyes searched for his teacher. Even after his arm keeping him up gave out, even after he fell on his face, eve after everything felt numb, that arm still kept moving, kept swinging, his rage unending...

"CHIRON!"

"I'LL... I'll kill you..."

"This... this isn't... cool...

_Die.

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #31, Deviate

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@Paradox Witch

As more of these trials were completed, Gin gradually got the hang of them all. With each trial, he focused on being flashy, showing off the new knowledge of his own magecraft that he learned from the first half of the war and applying it to look as good as possible. It felt good that he was actually able to show off his magecraft in a meaningful way, even though this was all essentially just a simulation. And while his boys weren't there, in body, to help them out, Gin was glad that he still had them helping him overcome these challenges in spirit...

But this. This is definitely deviating from the other trials Gin has faced.

Gin looked around as the chaos ensued. He was worried, though he had already learned not to convey that through his expression easily, looking stoic as ever as he tried to figure out how to handle this issue. There was nothing he could blast or use his katana on... it was just chaos, itself. No form, no face, nothing to target...

Gin thought of calling for his boys to handle this, but at the same time, what would happen if his orders were to get them killed? With this wanton slaughter going about, calling his friends for help wouldn't be a great decision if he really was worried of their lives. No, Gin had to figure it out on his own. As Chiron's voice guided him, reminding him that all the issues he's solved were from his own personal power, implying that he should use an outside force to help him solve this issue, Gin began to think of the rule, itself. To deviate is to depart from an established course... and to Gin, it seemed like his teacher was trying to establish a course for him by suggesting against his personal power...

With a flick of his wrists, more talismans flew out of his sleeves, throwing one to each corner at the ends of this fantasized riot. Taking one last talisman out, Gin began to embed within it his own 'self' into it, unknowingly copying his origin into this talisman. Throwing his talisman up in the air, Gin shouted the magic words, and completed his spell, using his affinity with Soil to establish a foundation in the area based on his self. Gin's rationale, in this case, was that since he is the coolest around, if he were to impose that on the chaos that is happening, then everyone around him would also begin to chill out. He couldn't reason with them if they weren't all mellowed out, of course...

"Look at yerselves, everyone! Look at what 'yer doing! Turnin' on yourselves and killin' eachother... that ain't cool, y'know! How can we be cool if we're just thinking of ourselves?! We have to work together, eat together, and live together! Peace, love, and friendship... that's what's cool in this world! The true enemy is chaos, so we gotta chill out, hold hands, and rally against this unseen threat!"

Stretching his hands outward, Gin closed his eyes, confident that the once rampant mob will make peace with each other.

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #16, Struggle

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@Paradox Witch

Gin had instantly felt the pressure pulling him to the ground. So far, these trails were nauseating, as Gin was thrown from different conflicts, different fights, different encounters... He wasn't even close to halfway complete and he felt like throwing up. Of course, it didn't help that the thing in front of him began to force him to his feet with some sort of authority Gin, himself, struggled to fight through. He couldn't even keep his head up. Looking to the ground after having being forced to, however, made Gin realize something about this rule...

Below him was a puddle, one just hazy enough for Gin to see his reflection. Damn, I look ugly struggling, huh... Gin thought to himself, before raising his head back up to that amalgam of the many things he hates about the war. "Heh... I look just like you, right now, do I?

"... Well, as much as I want to look like the wrong side of an asshole, I don't think it'd be cool if I just kept lookin' like you, now, huh?!"

And so, Gin struggled to keep himself up, slowly raising himself up. He willed himself to move, not out of a fighting spirit, but out of the desire, the wish to keep looking cool. There were others watching; his boys, the citizens of Fuyuki, and maybe some pretty ladies here and there. Gin couldn't look weak or disgusting in front of them. He first had to look cool in order to be cool.

Gin continued to struggle, not moving forward or backward, but in place, spreading his feet shoulder-length apart, keeping his knees slightly bent, and holding his sword with two hands, looking at the conglomeration of his hatred right into its eyes. Finally, with a smirk, Gin remained in what he thought was a cool stance, his sword raised above his head and pointed towards his foe. His arms and limbs shook as they continued to stay in place. Gin could only grit his teeth as he grinned, once again, struggling to stay cool, even in the face of terror.

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #10, Protect

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@Paradox Witch

The voices of his men calling out for his help assaulted Gin from many different directions. It was an all-out attack on his conscience, tugging at him to make a choice. It was as if they were aiming to tear him apart if he didn't make his choice right away. As these choices threw some weight on his shoulders, the regret piled more onto him. Regrets of what he couldn't do and who he couldn't save...

But rule ten wasn't 'Regret'. Rule ten is to 'Protect'. Focusing on that speed that he saw being displayed by the Fastest Hero earlier this same day, Gin attempted to force himself to solve all three problems at once.

First, Gin came to deal with the fire. Extending a hand outward, Gin began to shout commands as his magic circuits flared. "Attack!" At his command, a swarm of origami swans flew out from his sleeves. They were shikigami, a symbol of power in Onmyoudou, and they were all carrying talismans blessed with Gin's intrinsic luck. His intent was to fight a curse with a blessing. And to appease the grudges contained within the fire, Gin drew three talismans, throwing them up in the air as they floated above him, before drawing a fourth. And so, he began to chant a Shinto prayer, each of his talismans glowing with power as he attempted to exorcise the souls contained within the fire. As his prayers came to their conclusion, a bright flash of light brought Gin to the next scene...

Standing above a building overlooking the citizens and the foreigners, Gin held his sword in front of him, sheathed and pointed to the ground. The four talismans floating above him now began to spin in a circle around Gin, as if he had prepared another spell. "Alright, boys! And remember, if they look like they're tryna do the funky monkey or anythin', just put one of those red talismans on their foreheads! I'll make sure tha' fire doesn't scorch ya!" Tapping his sword by his feet, the ten brave men standing behind Gin all gave a collective "Aye, boss!" before leaping into the chaos as Gin, once again, worked on keeping the flames back. They all wore straw hats, each tagged with talismans; three of which to protect them against most forms of magecraft, and a fourth to bless them with a bit of the same good luck Gin has. As they made their way through the crowd, they all began to rally the civilians, leading them all inside the building Gin was standing on top of. To those who seemed to be under the effects of hypnosis, a talisman was placed on their heads as a means of helping them snap out of it. Any prospective magus who was spotted trying to take advantage of this situation in some way was brought down with a thunderous crack, their death delivered swiftly by one of the few snipers spread out around the rooftops.

Standing in an empty street as the moon had shined its azure light upon them, Gin stood face to face with the beast as it glared into his eyes, mockingly. Grinning back at the monster, Gin combed his fingers through his hair, once, before drawing his katana. "I won't let ya harm my boys or my people no more, ya ugly motherfucker!" With a flick of his wrist, a couple of talismans flew into his empty hand out from his sleeve as he threw them all simultaneously. "Flame on!" Gin shouted, as each of the talismans all started to burst into mere bolts of flames as they all aimed to scorch the monster. It was simple destructive magecraft, but it was easy to bring forth due to Gin's affinity with Fire, the element of destruction, and strengthened with invocations of the kami of fire, Kagutsuchi. As the beast was buffeted with flames, Gin drew another talisman, throwing it up in front of his own face as it hovered over his forehead. "Ignite!" Gin shouted, once again, allowing the spirits to divine the best path for him to approach the monster as he charged forward, his katana raised...

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Gin Yoshiyaki

Rule #1, Purpose

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@Paradox Witch

Sitting with his legs crossed, Gin's eyes were closed as he meditated upon Chiron's first question. Purpose. The one thing that has alluded him throughout most of his life. Indeed, Gin had spent much of his life as a ronin, roving from place to place and using his skills when needed. He never really found a purpose for himself. Or, at least, not until he found Fuyuki.

To save Fuyuki echoed in his mind. Indeed, that's why he joined this war, after all. To save my boys also rung through his head. There was some sort of thing... some sort of freak killing his men, one by one. It was something Gin saw as his responsibility, his duty, to take care of it, knowing that the reason why his men are targeted is because of him.

And yet... he hesitated on speaking up. It made him angry that he did, but he just couldn't find that to be a proper purpose. Sure, he would be given the power to save his men, but what then? What would happen after that? Gin was aware that whatever he would choose, it would not only encompass this training, but the rest of his life to accomplish.

And if he saved Fuyuki, if he kicked out all these foreign intrusions, if he finally found that Holy Grail and kicked it right in its shiny blessed ass, what then? What will happen of him after? Will he just waste away, once again, without purpose? Will he continue doing the same thing day after day without really progressing anywhere from it? Will he continue living a life that he has since regret?

No, no he won't.

"Alright, listen up, Ite, 'cause you know I don't like repeating myself!" Gin stood up, his thumb pointing at himself aggressively, and with a fierce expression on his face. "Now, you've trained the fastest and the strongest heroes, have ya? Well, I have'ta ask you this, then! Have ya ever trained the coolest? I want 'ya to make me the coolest hero to ever walk Fuyuki! That's what my purpose is! That's what'll drive me to greatness! Gin is a juice and I'm a man, so let's get on with this training so I can finally kick some whitey ass!"

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Kage Kurokawa

Fuyuki Park, Miyama

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@ReallyDumb@Argonaut

Walking toward Riyu with an almost burnt-out cigarette in his mouth, Kage had a look of approval on his face. He was watching the whole event go down from afar through the pair of binoculars hanging from his neck. He eagerly made his way to his temporary employee, as if he couldn't wait to give her the good news.

"Looks like a job well done. Glad your friend took care of everything," Kage started, with a wink from his one good eye, "you made a couple of bright flashes at that church over there, but don't worry, my boys will cover it." Taking a long puff of smoke from his cigarette, Kage looked down to the ground, staying silent for a moment before exhaling the smoke out from his lungs. His expression had shifted, the cigarette but falling to the ground as his mouth moved to a frown.

"Don't worry about my wife, by the way. I... took care of her, and my boy."

After a moment of awkward silence, Kage cleared his throat, crossing his arms and looking back up at the pink-haired girl. "Ah, right, your reward...

"Just stop by one of the houses we've got at the Native District for your full reward. Tell 'em Kage sent ya, and ask for some... heh, green tea. And feel free to choose one of those safe houses there, as well. It's as good as yours, with all the man stationed in there under your control for as long as this... war between you foreigners last. Oh, yeah, I know what you all are doing here, an acquaintance of mine, Gin, told us enough about it to look out for you all. Personally, I don't care about it so long as you don't cross the Fujimuras, specifically. As far as I'm certain, you've got our protection. Maybe I can set a line between you and my boss, if you want any more support from us.

"... Ah, and before I forget, our turf might be facing a bit of trouble. Riots are starting because some of you other foreigners just like messing with our city, huh? I'd try and avoid 'em, but if you can help with them I'm sure you'll be properly rewarded. As a matter of fact..."

Kage digged in his jacket pocket, pulling out a stack of yen fat enough to barely wrap one's hand around. "Here's a gift for staying on our good side, so far. It's just a small fraction of how much you've earned helping us. If you make it to the Native District before it's too late, maybe even help my boys out around there, you'll find the rest of your reward over there.

"Ah, and that reminds me... if you catch any, uh... other gangs around there capitalizing on the chaos, feel free to kill 'em. That friend of yours with the sword can kill pretty fast, can't he? I've seen it with my own eye, after all... Heck, I'll throw you an offer; for every one of those invaders you kill, consider it another stack just like this. It'll come out of my wallet, this time."

With a vicious stomp on his burnt-out cigarette, Kage gave one more nod to Riyu before turning around and waving.

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Fujimura Syndicate

Native District, Miyama

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@Seirei no Hai

The Native District was a disaster.

The riots raged on across the streets as peace was failed to be kept. From the countless disasters that have occurred within the span of a few days, of course, the people of Fuyuki would be upset, especially those living in Miyama. Losing their homes from the fire and the cataclysm that came soon after was more than enough to drive them to a panic, but losing more of their loved ones from the attack on the train was the last straw. The people of Miyama were filled with rage that nobody was doing anything to stop these disasters from happening.

The Yakuza, however, were working their hardest to ensure that their properties remain defended. Firstly, they have refugee families in their care, those who had lost their homes to the many disasters that have occurred the other day. Another factor is the possibility of raiders popping up, taking advantage of the chaos to widen their pockets. Lastly, the appearance of many foreigners, especially after the Foreigner District went ablaze, has had the somewhat xenophobic Yakuza into high alert.

"Ah, damn... those foreign gangsters have made their way here!" One Yakuza thug had shouted out, perched up on a small tower near one of their many safe houses and owned businesses in the area. "They've got cars and everything! It looks like they're looking to start a war!" The thug seemed to be talking to another man, superior to him, seated on a desk, a glass of Whiskey in his hands. He was an older man who, as well, had a penchant for dressing up in Western suits.

"Hell no we aren't letting any of these stinkin' crackerjack sons of bitches on our land! Get our marksman up and tell 'em to grab the Dutch and American guns! Have them dress up like those foreigners do, as well. If they try anything against us, we'll make it look like it's them that's to blame! Make sure we've got some of our hype-men marching out there, as well, and have 'em start shouting shit about how all this is those foreigner's fault! Make sure that they've dug their own grave coming here..."

The grizzled gangster took another sip of his drink before slamming the cup down on his desk. The whole situation bothered him. He couldn't send any more of his men to help control the chaos. All the manpower he had was focused on defending his own territory, specifically. There weren't any more room for refugees in their buildings, either. He couldn't help but feel cornered, but at the same time, he wasn't going to let some Yankees take his turf. Not while he has a fighting chance.

Resting his elbows on his desk while rubbing his temples in frustration, the Yakuza boss sighed.

"Where the fuck is Gin when you need 'im?"

Gin Yoshiyaki

Pellion's Pub, Gates of Troy, Edge of Shinto

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@Paradox Witch@Sageage

Gin rolled around on the ground, laughing. I mean, who can blame him? From his own Servant's eyes, he had seen Achilles, one of the greatest heroes of Greek myth, run from Chiron with his tail between his legs. It was an entertaining spectacle, to be sure, especially considering the differences in stature, given Chiron's current form. And Gin was able to see clearly why Achilles is considered the fastest of the heroes.

While the rest of Fuyuki slowly burned to the ground, Gin spent a lot of that time getting drunk at his Servant's bar. He couldn't be as much help as he wanted to be, during these events, anyway. Even most of his boys were sent out earlier this morning to help rebuild. Was it rebuild? Gin's mind was too hazy to even recall. At this point, he's just drinking away all his worries. Even if he wanted to act, he was forced to stay at the bar and practice his magecraft, anyway. Cradling his head into his arms, Gin decide to go for another nap, on the cold, hard flo-

"Boss! There's a riot in our turf! You gotta do something 'bout it!"

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Black Rider

’NEMETON’, Miyama Town

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@Sageage@DostHou

"... What the hell?"

Rider stood there, dumbfounded, his hand still clutching at the spear that had already left his hand. Rider was already disappointed that his opponent didn't have what he was looking for, and yet, that's just the beginning of it all. His opponent, Percival, Knight of the Round Table, has fled. Rider was left there, in the middle of nowhere, as the grove fell apart around him. All that was left was himself and Percival's Master, in the middle of nowhere, as everything around them began to die. And with that, Rider's mood had turned afoul.

"... You should run. Now." Growling at Hamel before giving him a glare that could kill, Rider clenched his now empty hands into fists. While he still didn't feel like killing a human at the moment, there may be other Servants out in the open looking for an easy Master kill, and Rider was in no mood to save his life. If anything, Rider decided to find a better place to let off steam at. Somewhere more... immediate. Astralizing away, Rider figured he would find just what he was looking for from the tip his opponent had given him before running off...

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Ajax's Grave

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@Crusader Lord@Phonic@Breo

Rider had made it just in time to see the aftermath of yet another battle. His rival, Achilles, has already defeated his own adversary. It was some sort of woman, locked into his arms. It seems that she had made the same mistake Rider had in the past, deciding that it would be best to grapple him, except it may have been that she wasn't strong enough to break out of his hold. It's more than enough evidence to Rider that this Lancer is meant to be his opponent. During this time, however, Rider was in no mood to fight his destined opponent again. He didn't want to fight someone already exhausted from another fight, and he especially didn't want his rival to see him in the enraged state he was in. Grunting to himself, Rider turned away, deciding that it would be best that he made his way back ho-...

Wait.

Something had caught Rider's eyes. Another great presence, one alike to Achilles, but more similar to Rider, himself. More beast than human. More man than monster. It was something that was, while easily missed, was too great to ignore, especially to Rider. Indeed, he had caught sight of a presence he was all too familiar with; that of a terrible dragon.

And the dragon, it seems, was someone Rider himself had known from the past, in some way...

... and he had his trophy wife with him, too...

... yes, this was more than perfect.

"SIEGFRIEEEEEEEEEED!"

Sending a burst of prana through his legs, Rider leaped up into the sky, leaving deep crater where he once stood. Crossing his arms in front of him, he took a deep breath as he made his way skywards. As he started plummeting down, however, he directed his body straight for that knight, letting out the air in his lungs into a burst of flames! They intensified, greatly, not only because of Rider's anger, but because they were eager to scorch the skin of yet another dragon.

Breath of the Dragon: B++

As Rider plummeted down, breathing flames on his armored arms, the heat began to surround his entire body. Because of the nature of his armor, however, it only resulted in the fires exploding out from Rider while leaving him unharmed. And because he was surrounded by his own flames, they all started bursting out from every direction. To all the onlookers catching sight of Rider, they would see a great comet of dragon's fire falling to the Earth, growing more intense as it made its way closer to its target...

...And from within that great ball of fire, a scream that could only be described as inhuman.

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Re: Zero: The High Council

@BrokenPromise

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dad knight

Sir Charlot "Lotte" Walter

"Lotte?...Ugh, those two put you up to it, didn't they? Please, just call me Walter."

24 | Male | 158 lbs | 5'6
Fire_Goa | Native | Human

Description

A famous knight who is tired of the bullshit he has to deal with.

Personality

Despite being well-regarded across the kingdom, Walter seems to not let the fame go over his head. Humbly avoiding the spotlight when he needs to, Walter tries to correct the various exaggerations of his past deeds whenever he can, but to little avail. In truth, it is because Walter is well aware that he isn't as great of a knight that people say he is. At the same time, however, he doesn't outright deny the many stories about him and his deeds. Walter uses his status and legend as a means of both raising the morale of his fellow warriors as well as intimidating lesser foes.

Perhaps one of Walter's greatest personality traits is his patience when dealing with others. Having to deal with various troublesome people in his career as a knight (some more than others), Walter is extremely tolerant with all sorts of stress and annoyance. This is due, in part, to his caring nature when it comes to those who are close to him and especially to his subordinates. He tries his best to lead those under him to the right path, taking his time with each individual in ensuring that they do their very best, making up for his shortcomings by improving upon the strengths of his allies. Walter will make sure that none of his men are left behind, no matter how difficult they may be.

Class

While his combat skills are, for a knight, sub-par, Walter's main strengths are his intelligence and charisma. As such, he will play the role as both a tactician and a leader, reinforcing his allies' morale while providing strategic insight both in and out of battle. Out of these two skills, however, his ability to inspire and influence his allies has enough potential for him to lead an entire nation. In other words, if he wished to pursue such a path, becoming a king is in the realm of possibility.

Bio

The Walters were well known among the nobility of Lugunica as being both masters of the spiritual arts as well as their hatred for demi-humans. The current heir of this generation, Charlot, had neither of these things. Known as a talent-less hack when it comes to magic as well as his first girlfriend having cat ears, he was considered to his parents as a "scandal waiting to happen." At the same time, Charlot did not appreciate the controlling nature of his family who supported the idea of enslaving all those who aren't human. It was mutually agreed that Charlot would find his own glory in the king's army while the civil war against the demi-humans raged on.

As a knight, Charlot's skill at arms was at the bare minimum. His retention of combat tactics and keen mind, however, make up for his mediocre combat ability. None of this mattered, however, as Charlot was placed in a division filled with the likes of the disabled and other nobles of high-standing; a division created politically with the intention not to take part in the horrors of combat. Seeing it as the machinations of his parents' political connections, Charlot cared little for the idea. To him, he'd get the fame and recognition his family wished of him while he gets to be posted away from his parents. It was a win-win situation, either way, especially since the war seemed to be reaching its closing.

One fateful night, however, Charlot's camp was attacked by a small force of demi-human insurgents who knew of their existence and lack of combat experience. It was meant to be a sneak attack, formed at the dead of night when everyone should be asleep. Despite this, however, Charlot, who was awake at the time, managed to rally everyone else awake and stop the insurgents in their tracks, resulting in an overwhelming victory for the division with zero losses. Charlot was hailed as a hero for this accomplishment, and was granted a position to lead in future battles.

What really happened that night, however was that Charlot needed to pee. Waking up in the middle of the night after a day of drinking and partying, Charlot made his way to the latrine to relieve himself. As soon as he realized his stream of relief was hitting an oversized pair of rat ears, however, he started freaking out, running around his dormitory and screaming about 'perverts' hiding in the restroom while stirring everyone else from their slumber. The rest was history, lost to the annals of time as only the first of the many heroic deeds that Sir Charlot had performed.

Despite his many attempts to decline all rumors about his supposed heroism that night, the many battles that Charlot had lead after this night all resulted in some sort of victory. With each victory, rumors of his heroics grow to larger proportions. After the war had ended, Charlot was hailed as a hero of the kingdom, and was granted the favor of even the king, himself. While he was considered to become a royal knight, Charlot had declined multiple times, believing it would be best that he were to lead other, much younger knights like himself. Because of this, he was set to lead a new group of noble children, many of which are considered 'beyond help' to turn into proper knights. Sir Walter, however, took this as a challenge. Now that a month has passed, however, the senior knight begins to regret this decision...

Magic

Life energy: D - -
_{(He has two deal with two of them...)}

Flow: C

Spirit-Arts User, though he can only physically make contracts with lesser spirits. The lesser spirit he is currently contracted with is Ros.

Abstract Magic

Divine Protection of Ensured Conquest

Perhaps the most famous aspect of Walter's legend, it is rare and powerful blessing that gives insurance of one's victory in battle. No matter how dire ones odds look in conflict, whether it is against a single opponent or in a wide-scale battle fought with multiple adversaries, the side belonging to the owner of this blessing shall be victorious. However, there are multiple conditions that must be met in order for this protection to take effect that are too varied to easily keep track of. Despite its conditional nature, it is because of this blessing that Walter's military career has been met with many praises.

Extra
There is a reason why Walter drinks alcohol.

ya better listen to me ya dick

Character Name
Lotte! ^w^

Spirit Name
You can call me Ros! That's with a capital 'R'! 'w'

Terms of Contract:
Just listen to my advice! >w<

Aspect
Water! Let me heal you! ^w^

Spirit Level
Little! Smaller is better! <w>

Magic

Life Energy: D

Flow: E

Ros is only capable of healing minor wounds and splashing people with small sprinkles of water in order to hinder them. In other words, Roa is completely useless to any spirit user actually worth their salt.

W-who are you calling weak? ;w;

Extra
Ros was given to Sir Walter as a gift from the king, who had offered him one of the spirits under the control of the royal family. Despite the many powerful spirits offered before him, however, Sir Walter was only able to form a contract with the one who had delivered him the message in the first place.

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Black Rider

’NEMETON’, Miyama Town

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@Sageage@DostHou

Seeing as Lancer anticipated his own attack, Rider felt as if this boy had the similar intuition of a warrior that he, himself, was blessed with. No, it’s even better… While Rider’s comes from his keen senses in battle heightened to a sort of future sight, his opponent’s can be likened to that of an outside force guiding him on exactly what to do. While Lancer’s gift is far more versatile, they essentially both amount to the same thing in combat. In any case, this was just going to end in a battle of attrition that will likely end in Rider’s favor; something Rider wasn’t too keen on happening so easily.

Digging his feet into the ground, Rider allowed Lancer’s punch to land, sending a burst of prana through his entire body to soften the blow. This, however, doesn’t stop Rider’s boots from skidding through the ground as he is pushed back from the force of the punch, dirt flying up into the air. Rider had underestimated this Lancer’s strength the first time, and he does not plan on doing the same thing again even if he’s allowing his opponent to strike him.

The kick to the face, however? No. Nobody gets that honor.

As soon as Lancer’s leg flew for him, Rider’s weapons disappeared from his grasp, fading away and leaving both his hands free. He instinctively ducked his head down slightly before launching his arms up and grabbing Lancer’s leg. With a quick spin in the same direction as the kick, Rider used his opponent’s momentum to toss him away, helping Lancer disengage from the melee. Rider wouldn’t dare allow some lowly peasant hero to strike him on his face, especially not with their feet. Not even if they happened to be a Paladin of Charlemagne or a Knight of the Round Ta-

… That armor!

Rider’s mood has changed. His impression of the opponent he is facing has changed almost opposite to how he felt just moments before. Now, he was excited that he was fighting another opponent in the same league as the Achaean. Indeed, to a prospective Master, all Knights of the Round Table are considered to be the “cream of the crop” when it comes to choosing a Servant. And to fight one that has been so near to the Grail, itself, in life…

”Percival…” Rider growled, his expression shifting into some sort of grinning beast. Feeling something flying over his head, Rider threw an arm up to catch it, his body not turning away from his opponent. Once it was in his hand, however, he had to look down at the spear in his hand, raising an eyebrow. ”What the hell… ?

“What’s with this piece of trash?! If you are truly Sir Percival, Knight of the Round, then show me your true Noble Phantasm! Show me that fucking spear!”

The piece of trash in question, however, seemed to glow rather ominously in Rider’s hand. As he looked over the spear, again, Rider could have sworn it was just a bit shorter than what it was moments before...

… And yet, it still continued growing.