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Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

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Champion of Justice

Crescent Archer

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Name: Lunar Houyi, Scourge of the Heavens

Gender: It’s complicated

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Gods

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Weapon: Bow and Arrows, Staff

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Personality:

A once shining example of mankind, a champion of justice brought low due to the guilt of his sin. As far as Master-Servant relationships go, he will do what his Master wishes by the letter as a means of atoning for his selfish actions. Because of this mentality, he has the mindset of “always putting the wishes of others before himself.” Houyi’s wish is to erase himself from the Throne of Heroes, as he believes he does not belong within the ranks of mankind’s greatest. It is why he has taken such an unsightly form.

However...

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Bio:

The heroic archer deity who descended from the heavens to serve mankind. Among his feats, his most famous was possibly the shooting of the nine suns. A selfless god who denied his own divinity in order to save mankind from various threats, fighting off demons and monsters with his legendary prowess with the bow, Houyi was a true hero who fought only for mankind's survival...

Until he found out he was betrayed by his own nephew...

Until his wife had ascended to the heavens without him...

Until he was forbidden from visiting the moon and seeing his beloved...

In an act of selfish rage, this Houyi from a now doomed world performed his first and final selfish act:

Shooting down the moon.

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Parameters:

Strength: ?
Endurance: ?
Agility: ?
Mana: ?
Luck: ?

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Class Skills:

Independent Action: E(?)
Class skill of the Archer class. The ability to remain independent even while rejecting the magical energy from one's Master. At higher ranks, it is also possible to remain in the world for an extended amount of time without an established contract. This skill seems to appear ranked incorrectly from its true rank, due to the meddling of "someone else." While this skill should be at a much higher rank, Houyi's rank appears unbecoming of his legend, serving as "some sort of metaphor."

Magic Resistance: B
Class skill of the Knight classes. Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects magical energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. Cancels spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

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Personal Skills:

???: EX
The skill that explains Houyi's "unsightly" appearance. Details unknown.

Divinity: A
The measure of one's aptitude as a Divine Spirit. Those who have reached A-Rank Divinity or above have attained true divinity. Rank declines when one's status as a Monster or Demonic Beast raises, as well as from one's dislike of the gods. While Houyi had a place in the Throne of Gods at one point, his rank should be far lower after descending from the throne. For some reason, however, he seems to have this skill at an astoundingly high rank. Details unknown.

Qiangfa: ?
A skill unique to Houyi's existence as the God of Archery who, after becoming a mortal, brought low all matter of fantastical adversaries with his marksmanship, alone. A skill a few steps away from an authority, allows one to fire arrows from a bow that could be considered "absurd" in power, even for a Heroic Spirit of the Archer class. Details unknown.

Affections of the Moon Goddess(?): ?
A skill granted to one whose adored by the Moon. Because of the love from his wife, the Moon Goddess Chang'e, Houyi enjoys a multitude of blessings granted from her. The nature of these blessings are currently unknown, though Houyi is capable of accomplishing feats such as masking his identity and seeing things farther than he normally could at night. The reason why he has this skill, despite shooting the moon down and dooming his world, is unknown. Perhaps Chang'e's love for the hero is capable of seeing past his greatest flaws?

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Noble Phantasms

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These are not the droids you are looking for...

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Gin Yoshiyaki

DDD Hotsprings

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@Paradox Witch

Gin gritted his teeth angrily as the words of this Lyaeus only confirmed it was Donnie all along. Gin couldn't help but feel both disgust and rage for his old friend. Indeed, to a man like Gin, who dedicates everything he has in order to protect his loved ones, an act of betrayal like this was the worst possible crime one could commit, no matter what the circumstances.

"Yeah? Well, I'm sure he thinks what you're doing is lame..."

Gin was breathing slowly, keeping his composure as he prevented himself from lashing out at the Lyaeus. He needed to keep calm, to remain grounded. If he allowed his emotions to fully take over, then it would surely mean the end of everyone. In other words, Gin needed to keep his cool so that everyone else is able to stay cool... and surely enough, the Beast's next attack against him would be an affront to his beliefs themselves.

"... You can strike down my body, my mind, and my soul, but like hell will I allow you to break what's in my heart!"

Moving quickly, Gin placed a hand on his glasses as he began to focus. He needed to ensure that his glasses didn't break, believing the best course of action was to strengthen its own force of providence.

Firstly, he crushed the Shikigami under his control all at once, restoring a little more than a quarter of his life force into himself before transferring the life force that had been used for his previous Shikigami into his glasses, making sure to only use that amount before cutting the line before his own life force could be drained further. Effectively, Gin turned his glasses into a Shikigami, albeit with a much stronger existence than his previous Shikigami had.

Then, he stretched his other hand, pointing it to the ground as he began to channel the vast misfortune accumulated within the hot springs, converting that misfortune into fortune by utilizing his Irezumi. Gin transferred that converted energy into his glasses, empowering them further, filling them with some of the immense grudges contained within the land from the countless human lives lost to that cursed fire, turning them into an accumulation of their hopes and dreams.

Thirdly, Gin began to copy some of his own self into his glasses, placing everything that made him human within them; his convictions and beliefs. His anger and motivation. His hopes and fears. Most importantly, however, Gin transferred his own stubborn unyielding resolve, the determination he has as a man to overcome all seemingly insurmountable odds, his own ability to defy fate into his glasses.

And last of all, Gin hollered a rallying cry, both to his shades as well as to everyone fighting alongside him...

"We are bound together not by chains or obligations, but a universal belief to live on as our own selves! As humans, we will continue to fight for what we believe is our own freedom, not one imposed by the likes of a beast! We shall fight to remain as our own selves! YAKUZA, ASSEMBLE!"

Whether Gin's shades would grow its own pair of glasses, evolve into a greater form, or just explode was beyond him... so long as his heart remains unbroken, he will continue to stand tall, shouldering whatever consequences his actions may entail.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Gin Yoshiyaki

DDD Hotsprings

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[@hot spring boyos]@Paradox Witch

Gin smiled proudly as he had managed to rally everyone to his cause. Immense stores of coolness surged through his body as he seemed more imposing than before. Indeed, to lead such a large group of heroes filled Gin with so much cool power, it was almost overwhelming. He wasn't too far from reaching maximum levels of cool. If Chiron were here, Gin was sure his sensei would be proud of what he has accomplished...

When the Lyaeus arrived, however, Gin's smile had began to falter.

"Donnie... it's you?"

Before he awaited a reply, however, the air within the hot springs began to grow rather heavy. The Lyaeus casting its mental interference into the spring had begun to drive everyone within mad, as if regressing them to their more primal nature. Another began to shift the world around the springs as Gin felt a feeling of separation from the world. And another was doing... something worth noting. Ah, at least another one of Chiron's students- Gin wouldn't dare call himself this man's peer just yet- was taking care of that.

Still, however, the madness being cast on the inhabitants of the spring would prevent everyone whose minds aren't as steeled as Lancer from acting at all, at best. At worst, it would result in... something unpleasant, probably. Gin felt it, as well, a sort of pressure forcing him to rave like a crazed beast. Of course, acting without control, with reckless abandon, was something Gin wasn't too keen on; to him, the idea sounded very lame.

And when it comes to things as lame as this, there was only one thing Gin could do. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, a single phrase seethed from the Yakuza boss's teeth, one that one of this spring's occupants was very familiar with.

"R-rule sixteen... s-struggle."

And so Gin began to struggle, wrestling over the control of his own mind. This mental interference was great, but his own presence was even greater. The only thing keeping him from going mad is the idea that he was cooler than this regression. Gin began to force himself to be at his coolest possible as a means of fighting off this madness. Of course, that meant that he needed to strike an imposing stance. This meant he needed to do one of the coolest things he could, at the moment; Gin needed to flex.

Flexing with all his might, Gin growled with much intensity. The very idea of him fighting back against this maddening spell out of pure willpower, alone, was pretty damn cool, cool enough to empower him even further. The seams of his sleeves began to slowly pop off as his coat struggled to contain Gin's continuously growing physique. His muscles were filled with Gin's latent power, with his own coolness, which was too much to contain. With a mighty war cry, the Gang-star flexed as hard as he could ever imagine, his massive arms popping out from the prison that was his coat sleeves, giving him a much cooler appearance, further empowering the mob boss. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, all exploding outward, glistening with the sweat attained from this man's own struggles. If anything, Gin made it look like he wasn't even struggling at all, as if it were second nature...

... and it's all because it was part of his training.

Taking a deep breath, Gin began to shout an order to all his bespectacled allies. It was a simple one, but it still carried the weight of a Yakuza boss's command.

"CHILL OUT!"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

Traveling ===> DDD Hotsprings

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"... Chiron? What's going on? Chiron?! CHIROOOOOON!"

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It's as if the consequences of the war, the countless misdeeds caused by all those who have participated in this massacre, all accumulated to this one specific event. Of course, with how careless everyone has been during this war, it only made sense that something beyond everyone's control would stir from its slumber. Everyone in Fuyuki had most likely felt it. FUJIMURA was no exception.

Rushing over to the hot springs at speeds far beyond that of a normal man, FUJIMURA was frantic in reaching the others before it was too late. Of course, if they have felt it too, they would have had a similar reaction that FUJIMURA himself had... which was exactly what he was worried about. Because whatever his Servant, whatever Chiron had told him, it would mean that perhaps their most obvious reaction would lead to everyone's destruction... Bursting through the doors and into the room where all the participants of the Holy Grail War had gathered for the meeting, FUJIMURA brought his hands up in an attempt to get everyone's attention.

"Stop! Halt! Whatever you all do, don't blow up the pub!" Bending over and gasping for breath as he placed his hands on his knees, FUJIMURA took his time getting back his bearing as he tried to make an effort to explain what's going on.

"Whatever's in there... whatever the hell that woke up, that broke every damn thing in this city... the only thing that's stoppin' it is that cave. Archer... he's tryin' his best to hold it back, but he's havin' a hard time doin' just that. Now, I don't know who most of ya are, and to tha ones I've 'eard about, I only have a few angry words to exchange, but... that thing out there, in that cave... that's beyond whatever damn war we're fightin'. If that thing is set lose, then... it's over. This war, this city, everything...

"So I must ask, to all of ya... I need yer help. Archer needs yer help. Fuyuki needs yer help. Whatever's in that cave, the only thing we could do now is help Archer seal it... 'cause if, and when, it comes out, I... I don't know. Even if we, by some miracle, manage to stop it after it emerges, Fuyuki will still be... "

FUJIMURA... no, Gin began to stand tall. The idea of losing his entire city to this beast made his knees weak and his arms heavy. Imagining such an event to happen filled Gin with so much dread that he felt like he'd crumble underneath all that weight. All that pressure, placed on him, to protect his own home. Despite this all, however, he still continued to stand tall. In the face of adversity, of overwhelming odds, Gin does not desire to falter, no matter how seemingly hopeless the situation seems to be or how tilted the odds are. Truly, Gin tried his best to represent the greatest example of humankind; to overcome all obstacles.

And besides, looking wimpy about it all will probably be uncool, anyways.

"I, Gin Yoshiyaki, protector of Fuyuki, ask to those who call themselves heroes, those shining beacons of humanity, as well as to those who had called upon such great existences... to fight alongside me and stop this threat from emerging from that cave! This isn't something that we can't be scattered or alone for! We must stand together, as humankind against this thing that seeks to overwrite us all! Whatever this city had to offer you all, whether it was the promise of a wish or just a playground for your whims... all of that will be lost if this thing gets out of its cave... and it won't stop there. We are humanity's last stand!

"So to everyone who wishes to help me save this city and stand by my side, put your glasses on and let's get to it!"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

I realized I was paired with a Nanaya, so...

Clown

Killer Caster

"Ahh, so they're inside... how about you do me a little dance, then? Uahahaha!"

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Name: Mephistopheles, The Foulest Fiend in All the World

Gender: Male... ?

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Man

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Weapon: Scissors

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Personality:

At first, Mephistopheles appears to be a cheerful and easygoing person, stating that he is a pacifist in nature and taking on the attitude of a clown or a jester. It's as if no matter how grim a situation would be, there wouldn't be a hint of seriousness from himself. Of course, his true nature is much more cruel than one would be lead to believe, and not even his own Master is safe from his own cruelty. While he does seem to serve his Master happily and loyally, he will only think of them as a plaything to provide entertainment from, driving his Master to despair if given the chance. In other words, the Master of such a Servant should essentially not trust him. Why would one trust a world-class demon, after all?

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Bio:

The demon of temptation appearing in Goethe's masterpiece, "Faust". He played a bet with God on whether or not he is capable of corrupting Dr. Faust while placing him on the path to evil. And indeed, Mephistopheles almost succeeded in his endeavor, coaxing Faust onto the path of evil. However, before his soul was damned to hell, it was saved by a loved one. What a joyous ending...

... In reality, however, the genius magus Faust had casted a single familiar; an advanced homunculus made with technology several generations ahead of Faust's time. Because of his eccentric sense of principles, however, Faust gifted this homunculus with a strong ego. Naming it 'Mephistopheles', Faust treated him with much affection, but was still betrayed in the end, due to the homunculus's nature. It was said that Dr. Faust died from some sort of explosion during the middle of an alchemy experiment. However...

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Parameters:

Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: B

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Class Skills:

Item Construction: B
Allows the creation of devices that carry magical energy, though time is required to gather materials and manufacture these items. As he was an assistant to an alchemist for many years, Mephistopheles is capable of creating any of the alchemist's magical items.

Territory Creation: C+
Allows the creation of a special territory that proves advantageous to oneself as a magus. At this rank, the creation of an extremely efficient 'Laboratory' is possible, though it is smaller in scale compared to a 'Workshop'.

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Personal Skills:

Witchcraft: A
A skill that denotes the user as a practitioner of Witchcraft, a type of negative Magecraft that has roots in both the Eastern and Western world. Mephistopheles specializes in the classical Western Witchcraft, which allows him to do many things such as return double the wounds received by himself to the opponent who inflicted them, throwing one's personal relationships into chaos, giving nightmares using incubi/succubi, etc. Difficult for average magi to resist.

Innocent Monster: B
A skill possessed by Servants whose existence has been distorted by their own monstrous reputation. Incidentally, this skill cannot be removed. Distorted by the Contract Demon ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ due to the image born from his deeds while he was alive, the appearance and abilities of Mephistopheles have completely transformed. In this case, this skill has nothing but benefits such as having his Witchcraft strengthened, possessing Magecraft that reaches the level of a Noble Phantasm, etc. In other words, this Servant takes the form of a first-class demon.

Clown's Laughter: A+
A skill derived from Innocent Monster as a designated demon which allows Mephistopheles to place intense heavy pressure over all of mankind as a species. While Mephistopheles is casting his pressure on an opponent, they would fall into a state like they were abandoned by fortune. So long as there is a possibility of failure in any situation, the target will fail without exception.

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Noble Phantasms

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Tick-Tock Bomb
Dozing Bomb

Type: Anti-Army

Rank: A+

Range: 1-10

Maximum Number Of Targets: 30

A type of Magecraft that embodies the Servant's trickiness and cruelty.

Witchcraft that intentionally lays bugs into one's Magic Circuits and the spiritual bodies of Servants before making them explode by attacking them. Appearing like some sort of mixture between a pocket watch and a bomb, Mephistopheles intentionally lays them on the battlefield as if they would explode on contact. In reality, they are only pretended to be used in such a matter. When its True Name is invoked, however, the bombs are inserted in the insides of the targets' bodies that are within range of the Noble Phantasm. As this occurs, a resistance check against curses is carried out to prevent this effect from happening.

Mephistopheles is capable of placing a total of thirty bombs on the field, with a maximum of five bombs installed in each person. Of course, because these bombs are inserted into the bodies of a target, Mephistopheles is able to finish them off right there, but due to his nature, he would much rather prefer coercing his targets to do as he wishes, making them realize that the bombs are within them and taking advantage of whatever fear would stem from this reaction. Truly a Noble Phantasm fit for a cruel devil!

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

Foreigner's Lowlands
_Earlier

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@floodtalon

"... Huh, that was easier than I thought."

FUJIMURA crossed his arms and laughed, adjusting his glasses. Having finally caught the Dead Apostle, he started to think about what to do with it. His men circled the Dead Apostle, as well, confident that it wouldn't be able to do much in its containment. They weren't far from the truth, either, as the mana from these lands were all drained out. It was something FUJIMURA knew he had to get to the bottom of, but he could save worrying about that for the meeting. For now, though, FUJIMURA dropped the subdued ghoul on the ground, not worrying too much about it. Not like it was on fire or anything; there isn't any mana around to really accomplish that, after all. No, he needed it alive in case its master, this Dead Apostle, managed to escape.

"... Oh, wait! I got it! Alright, boys, like we talked about earlier, if he turned out to be faster than me! Let's go!"

FUJIMURA's men all nodded, before stomping a foot on the ground three times, each stomp occurring at the increment of one second. The stomps didn't seem arbitrary, as with each stomp, the men moved more and more in unison. It seems like they were all trying to synchronize their movements in order to move "as one," while at the same time, motivating each other with some sort of cheer. Once they have reached the closest they could to being synchronized, FUJIMURA stomped a foot to the ground with a fair amount of his might, leaving a notable indenture into the ground.

"Let's go! Three... two... one..."

"Freeze, Monster! Stay where you are!"

Invoking the power of another 'Grand Mob Ritual', FUJIMURA and his men impose their will, once again, this time reaching out to the actual Monster who had onced plague them. Not even a second after, FUJIMURA leaped to the Dead Apostle, a hand pulled back as if to strike him. And indeed, this strike would be true, as a conceptual attack on the level of a grand ritual would be hard to resist for a monster like this. Not without preparation, at least. This Dead Apostle would do nothing but watch as FUJIMURA's palm struck right into its chest...

"You're mine, bloodsucka!"

... The attack, however, was rather weak. Well, in normal human standards, it would be enough to knock the wind out of a breathing person, but for FUJIMURA, whose strength has reached nearest to the height of what a human could accomplish, it was merely just a soft tap to his chest, in comparison. This attack, however, was the least of this Dead Apostle's concern as FUJIMURA jumped back as soon as his palm made impact. Chuckling for a moment before taking off his sunglasses, FUJIMURA looked directly into his opponent's eyes, grinning as if he was in on some joke.

"Now, then... how about you tell me your name, how you became that thing, and why you have it out for me and my boys. That's an order!"

What seemed like an arbitrary command felt like something this Dead Apostle could not ignore. It was an order that he had to follow, as if his whole existence was controlled by FUJIMURA's words. This was not due to another conceptual attack, per say, nor was it the likes of a smaller-scaled 'Grand Mob Ritual'. It was just something that this Dead Apostle was absolutely compelled to do. Of course, this is because FUJIMURA has made this Dead Apostle his own shikigami.

Shikigami are a symbol of power to Onmyouji. As their own version of the Western 'familiar', shikigami are made by the user placing a portion of their life force into a dead or non-living object. While they prove to be, to some degree, more efficient than familiars, they also take a toll on the user as they drain their life-force, so long as they exist. Of course, to FUJIMURA, whose own existence was monstrous compared to a normal human's, he is capable of creating as many as fifty without taking too much of a toll on his own life, and even then, his skill at the art is enough to 'cut the tie', allowing him to safely create and maintain a vast number of shikigami at once without them draining from his own power. Because FUJIMURA is capable of turning anything non-living, including the dead, all he needed to do was to transfer the minimum amount of life force needed in order to turn this Dead Apostle, this walking corpse, into his own Servant. And because FUJIMURA's existence completely towers over this newly made Dead Apostle's, he only needed to place a paltry amount of his life force within this being to successfully bend it to his will. All FUJIMURA needed to do was transfer a small amount of his life force into the Dead Apostle and...

... In other words, FUJIMURA has effectively turned his opponent into his slave.

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Emil Simonov

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Emil began to chuckle as he watched the guards continue to be bad at their jobs, keeping the citizens in check and all. The newcomers all offering their hand at catching this witch added to Emil's amusement, especially because of how varied they seemed to be. Normally, he'd reject signing up for a job with too many people as company, but it seemed he was either too amused or too bored with his current affairs to really care much about it, for now.

"I don't care about a reward, I only do this for the sport. I guess I'll take enough for a good drink, but I'll give the rest of my share to the other stooges who took this job if they don't get in my way... actually, on second thought, mind if I take that ring as part of my share? It might still carry the scent of that witch, even moreso since it's magic...

"As for what I've got, so far, the body smells rotten... which is odd for a corpse this fresh. Either she had a rich last meal, or she was kept at someplace like a small marsh, or even a graveyard. I also smell some sort of liquid on her... it's strong and definitely nothing natural. This witch could have also dabbled in a bit of alchemy."

Before Emil could ponder more on his findings however, the sound of cracking glass broke his train of thought.

"Ah, speak of the devil!"

Looking to the crowd and seeing the clouds of green gas sudden burst forth, Emil's eyes quickly darted around the rooftops, looking for the culprit. As he was doing so, he drew the crossbow slung on his shoulder, loading it and preparing to shoot whoever the hell decided to crash this party.

Ah, well, Emil was starting to get bored, anyway.

Rolls and Actions

HP: 12/13
AC: 16
Ammo: 20 Crossbow Bolts

Emil made his terms of business with the wizard before describing his findings. Whether his negotiation required a persuasion check or not is currently unknown. Once he began to notice the crowd having a party with an unregistered fog machine, however, he brought out and loaded his crossbow, attempting to find who caused the disruption, rolling a 9 on his Perception check to accomplish this feat. Hang in there, Emil.

D&D 5E West Marches

Oh, I'd be interested in this, as well.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

Native District, Miyama ==> ???
_Earlier

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@floodtalon

FUJIMURA was surprised...

What had come to him wasn't an Oni as he had expected, but something else happened to come on by with his command. Indeed, that thing was easily subdued by FUJIMURA, far easier than he'd have hoped, its whole body bound by the shikigami he created, and its mouth stuffed with a reinforced brick. Lugging it on his back, FUJIMURA seemed like he was in a rush as soon as it was subdued, shouting at his boys to follow him. Whatever he was chasing, and whatever this thing was, it must have been something of vital importance and urgency for the Yakuza boss.

As he dashed southward with blinding speed no normal human of this age could feasibly reach, he began to prepare four talismans, all already imbued with his affinity for 'Soil.' What he needed specifically for what is to come was 'Water', but because he did not have that affinity, he needed to improvise. FUJIMURA began to chant as each of the talismans in his hand began to glow with a blue light, invoking the power of a water kami.

"O Suijin..."

Why he needed 'Water' was but a simple reason; the opponent he is about to face had something of a weakness to it. What FUJIMURA carried on his back was a subdued ghoul, and while it was indeed a monster that was causing trouble to the Yakuza, it wasn't the only one doing so. Of course, how would something so simple, so feral as the beast on its back be able to cause such a stir in the Native District? No, it was merely just another puppet, and FUJIMURA was able to trace its strings. FUJIMURA was able to pinpoint this Dead Apostle's exact location.

As soon as he reached it, whether it was at its lair or on the move, FUJIMURA would throw his talismans, ensuring to contain it in a square and creating a river to subdue its movements. Of course, it wasn't a true river in a physical sense, but something of a conceptual one, changing the foundation of the lines connecting to each four corners of the square into that of flowing water. It was a simple spell thought up by FUJIMURA as a means of keeping it contained. Like the superstition states, bloodsuckers are incapable of crossing bodies of flowing water, and Dead Apostles are no exception to this rule. FUJIMURA would have his opponent trapped, preferably in the planes where all the mana seemed to have been sucked dry. Why a spellcaster would do such a thing seemed silly, but as FUJIMURA was one with an enormous amount of od, it was a position purely advantageous to himself.

FUJIMURA would subdue this Dead Apostle before it could cause any more trouble. Before anyone, and especially the Holy Church, found out.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Full FUJIMURA sheet is out! Posting it here for ease of reference and updating the CHAR tab with the sheet

Interlude V: The Coolest Hero

'Mobster'

"Be cool or be schooled!"

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Name: FUJIMURA, Kickass Komainu of Concentrated Cool

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Cool_(Man)

Alignment: True Cool_{Neutral Good}

Weapon: Bokken, Fists

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Personality:
The fire in his heart has ignited, the anguish within his soul has been resolved. No longer the 'Gin Yoshiyaki' that joined this war thinking he could protect Fuyuki with his own hands, FUJIMURA fights with all his might to ensure Fuyuki's future! Fighting alongside others instead of stubbornly standing on his own, FUJIMURA is now completely confident in the strength of his allies and his own newfound respect for his magecraft. On his quest to become the coolest hero, FUJIMURA seeks to accomplish all that is awesome in order to make his vision of a bright Fuyuki into a reality. Yakuza, assemble!

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Bio:
<sub>I wanna be the most coolest,
Like no one ever was.
To save them all is my real test,
To lead them is my cause,

I will travel across Japan,
Flexing far and wide.
Teach Yakuza to understand
The power that's inside!

Yakuza, (gotta lead em all) its you and me
I know its my destiny
Yakuza, oh, you're my best friend
In a city we must defend

Yakuza, (gotta lead them all) a heart so true
Our coolness will pull us through
Stand by me and I'll lead you
(Ya-ku-za) Gotta lead 'em all!</sub>

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Parameters:

Strength: D
Endurance: E
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: A++

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Class Skills:

"Classes? Nani the fuck?! It's pronounced 'glasses'!"

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Personal Skills:

Crystallized Coolness: EX
A magic implement taking the form of glasses, and a classification of self-admonition skill that displays its effects by having the user maintain the attitude of ‘the coolest hero’.

It results in the improvement of the wearer’s “nature as an existence”, and consequently such things as his presence and strength of recreated mysteries, but he ends up weakening upon taking conduct that violates this ideal.

In FUJIMURA’s case, that means he "gets weakened when doing something lame" and that "some sort of gauge rises when doing things that he finds cool".

The sublimation of the path that FUJIMURA has taken.

Houjutsu: C++
The Japanese arts which descend from Feng Shui, covering such things as talisman creation, Shikigami exertion, divination, and spiritual banishing.

While no genius in the art, FUJIMURA has formed two primarily specializations, signified by the double modifier.

First, he has unknowingly tapped into the theories of the east’s witchcraft and integrated them into his practice of Houjutsu. It can thus be said that he excels at creating talismans which use his own existence as a cornerstone.

Second, he has unknowingly leveraged his monstrous force of providence, allowing for creation of shikigami at an efficiency, and thus theoretical quantity, which should ordinarily be impossible.

Charisma of a Yakuza Boss: B+
FUJIMURA is not an icon or a hero who stands above humanity, but a hero who stands beside humanity. Mired in their flaws and embracing them, rather than placing himself above them.

Those who stand beside FUJIMURA find themselves elevated by his presence, becoming "ideal yakuza". This both means that abilities inherent to the meaning of yakuza are either acquired or amplified, and that said individuals are brought up to a state where they can be considered peers to FUJIMURA, as he is not a lone star so much as one among many.

...as an aside, if the willpower of multiple “ideal yakuza” is focused upon a single target, it should be possible for the communication of their will to reach the domain of a conceptual attack. One might refer to this as a “Grand Mob Ritual”.

The plus modifier is the result of synergy with the Personal Skill “Crystallized Coolness”, which implicitly recreates replicas of FUJIMURA’s unique magic implement on those who work alongside him, granting them similar capabilities as accorded by FUJIMURA’s own Skill.

This is not limited to wholly extrinsic beings.

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Noble Phantasm

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Irezumi Gaeshi
Great God Hotei Inversion

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: C

Not a Noble Phantasm in the true sense, but rather something that resembles an “equivalent”, a crystallized mystery that does not stem from human history or legend but rather was solidified during one’s apotheosis. Thus, one could consider it an “Artificial Noble Phantasm”.

A channel engraved into the body (spirit) through the process of Irezumi. Put simply, the channel in question is one that uses a synthesis of FUJIMURA's own nature and the concept of a 'cool reversal', a last-second turnabout.

Pulling from the concept of the Taiji, the channel is in truth composed of two channels that function synergistically. The first is one that accumulates "fortune" from the user and the surroundings and converts it into "misfortune", which may either be stored or output, while the second does the inverse. Naturally, use of each channel is determined through the possessor's will.

While these could be called similar in nature to Magic Circuits, in truth it is more akin to an imprinted Psychic ability.

FUJIMURA is capable of engraving these channels into other existences, forming something akin to a collective consciousness along the lines of the channel. The theory behind this is not unlike how Psychics are emanations of the human collective unconsciousness, and thus the possessors of these channels are emanations of FUJIMURA’s principles.