Cu Chulainn

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

... This Caster does not seem to want to reason. I'll silence him, Master.

As the ever-faithful Caster began to speak, his identity became very clear to Saber: the prophet who split the Red Sea, Moses. Of course, this meant two things. One, the spell that Caster is beginning to cast is likely a sort of Magecraft privy to those who worship YHWH, something that Saber would ideally not want completed. Two, it's that the staff that he carries may also be an issue, and is likely this Caster's true Noble Phantasm. In any case, all this information did was prove to Saber that this Caster was weak, as he required a Noble Phantasm in order to calm an unaligned magus.

And of course, this Caster's choice of actions have also proven to make the Demon Prince angrier.

Like the humming of a mosquito in a quiet summer night, the mutterings of Caster's faith had annoyed Saber to no end. His decision to attack, however, managed to rouse a true feeling of anger from the rage-filled swordsman. It is the sort of anger that one would feel after somebody dropped a soft-served ice cream cone on their new Yeezys. In other words, if Caster had wished to rouse any sort of hostile intent from the otherwise mild-mannered Saber, then he had easily accomplished his goal...

A red glint glimmered from the cage-like visor that concealed Saber's face as he began to move at a speed faster than any normal human could comprehend. With a quick flick of his wrist, Saber's round shield came flying, the sharpened edges slicing the air as it flew for Caster's arm. If he didn't move out of the way, he'd find the arm holding his staff would quickly be crippled, if not cleanly lopped off.

At the same time, Saber disappeared briefly, rushing to Caster at a speed akin to a wild beast's. To say that Saber's movements were similar to that of a Monstrous Beast would not be a hyperbole. However, his inhuman movements carried a brutal sort of efficiency. Saber's movements and tactics weren't the ones that belonged to that of a knight, but rather one of a seasoned killer, and it wouldn't be far off to mistaken Saber for some sort of Assassin or Berserker. Even Caster himself would be able to sense that Saber did not seek to his opponent, but to annihilate him. With his fists curled, Saber launched his body for a hook to Caster's jaw, opposite to the arm that he holds his staff in.

Temperament of the Slayer: A+

It was an attack meant to confound one's opponent, born not out of refined tactics, but rather from the experience of facing off against many crafty opponents such as dwarfs and spellcasters. To split their focus, occupy their hands from performing the precise movements needed for some spells, and prevent them from speaking aloud their incantations.

Of course, this meant that Moses had only a mere moment to make a choice that may decide the rest of this confrontation.

Would he defend Saber's punch, sacrificing his arm in order to leave his spell uninterrupted?

Would he move away from Saber's shield, slamming himself into Saber but leaving the arm holding his Noble Phantasm uninjured?

Or would he, by some divine providence, find a method to defend against both attacks at once?

Whatever the case, it was clear that Saber's intent is to disable his opponent. The question is will Caster allow this to happen?

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

As dialogue began between Tenryuu and the other Master, Saber's annoyance began to simmer down. It made much more sense to have a weaker team under their control rather than eliminating them instantly, especially if this Servant was a Caster. Having a powerful ally that can provide some sort of utilty is ideal, especially one that may be able to shore up Saber's few weaknesses. Not only that, but what they are standing on...

I believe we're on one of the fallen leylines, Master. I don't think this Caster began to set it up just yet, but if you are able to have his Master come to an understanding, we may be able to have them set it up for our benefit. If they do not accept your offer, however...

Saber's stance became less tense, although he still kept Nagelring in his hand as he maintained eye contact with the Caster in front of him. If this Caster had decided to make any sudden moves, Saber would need to be ready for such an ambush just in case. However, at the same time, judging by who this Caster may be exactly, Saber wasn't too worried about such an attack happening. In any case, it mostly seemed as if this encounter would be decided between the two Masters more than anything.

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground

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@Crusader Lord

Well, that was unexpected.

Isidore knew that using such an open-ended catalyst would result in some sort of deviation, but to deviate so far as to summon a Servant quite different from the Master is strange, indeed. As it stands, it's clear that this strangely-dressed Servant wasn't the one that he had sought to summon. No, judging by his behavior and outfit, it's almost very clear to the alchemist just who the grail chose to be his Servant in this war. In any case, there's no denying that this man is also a master at the techniques that the Gavros sought to improve upon. And if he truly is that thief...

"... Yes, that is correct. I am your Master." Isidore stated, as he began to pull his hoodie off, revealing to the Servant who stood before him a strange, impressive sight; a sleek black metal frame with dimly glowing orange lights. To Autolycus, Isidore's body resembled the armor of a certain other famous hero of Greece, known for their speed. Isidore's cybernetic body was, indeed, a well-made replica of that very same armor that was praised throughout the Trojan War.

Of course, at the same time, such an impressive body was not just for show. Surely, it also had some sort of combat capabilities. Isidore's intentions weren't just to show off to his Servant his greatest weapons. No, all of the alchemist's actions served to have a purpose, and indeed, the reason behind why he chose to summon a Servant of the sort that he did was rather simple. Stuffing his hoodie into the gym bag before tossing it to the side, Isidore moved into a striking stance, wasting no movement as he did so. Locking eyes with his Servant, the Gavros heir steeled his own resolve. It was Isidore's intention to see just how the Gavros family's martial arts fared in comparison to that of a hero of myth, both to see how his body would handle against a Servant as well as to see if the art refined by his ancestors was able to hold up against another master of Pankration.

"If you truly are the man that taught Heracles how to wrestle, then show me what you've got."

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Saber of Decimation

Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce

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@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

"Very well, Master..."

Given the command to engage in any matter he saw fit, Saber quickly moved forward as he began to explore more of the Latin District. The architecture of this place was something he admired, reminding him of an age that had long since passed. At one point, he paraded streets like these as king while the citizens, his royal subjects, sung praises for his many victories. At the same time, it reminded the once great king of how hollow those victories were, and how he, filled with those bittersweet memories, only marched alone during the times of his twilight years.

Such was the life of a great hero.

A sudden emitting of great magical energy had broken Saber out of his nostalgic ruminations. Quickly rushing to the location, he found himself in the middle of a rather empty amphitheater. It was quite strange, seeing as it was empty and all. Saber's eyes searched the arena, looking for whatever the cause of alarm was, until his eyes settle upon a small cottage. As the Servant made his way to the entrance, the sound of fighting had increased. Of course, it was also clear to Saber that another Servant happened to be on the other side of the door, with something else, something familiar in close vicinity...

Making his sudden entrance, Saber quickly started to discern what was going on. There were three figures before him: the one who was obviously a Servant was making some sort of attempt to calm one of the two mortals down, namely the one that was wrapped by some sort of snake, likely a construct or familiar of the Servant. Judging by this particular Servant's words and mannerisms, it was likely that Saber had stumbled upon a Caster or Rider Servant of that variety. Unfortunate, but at least it further narrows down who his opponent may be. In any case, between the Servant attempting to pacify a third-rate magus with a Phantasmal Beast and the bruised young woman who appeared to be the Master standing in the sidelines, it was starting to be clear to Saber that his first opponent doesn't happen to be the strongest.

"Garbage..."

As he spoke up, Saber materialized almost instantly, a hideous blade in his hands. It looked more like a giant cleaver than a sword, fit for someone clearly larger than a normal man. With a single jerk of his arms, he quickly decapitated the man wrapped in the snake's grasp. Shifting giant's blade, Nagelring, in his hand and pointing it towards Moses, Saber slowly moved himself into a battle stance, anticipating the Caster's first attack in cold silence. A smoldering fury built up within the Demon Prince's very being, a sort of anger that stems from annoyance. It was the same feeling that one would feel after slapping a mosquito that happened to land on one's arm, or finding out someone had left the toilet seat down. Saber had hoped that his opponent was much stronger than his first impression had let out, or if that snake of his was much more impressive than it seemed to be... but he can't help but be annoyed at the spectacle he stumbled into.

I found an enemy Servant along with his Master. Likely a Hebrew Caster, but we shouldn't rule out that he could also be a Rider. Either way, they're both weak. I'm at the Arènes de Lutèce. Shall I crush them now, or would you rather I wait for your arrival?

Kingmaker [Pathfinder]

Odin Ivarsson

After a series of bad life choices and missed attacks, Odin's knife finally found purchase. His dagger sunk deep into the bandit's shoulder joint, dealing a fair amount of damage. Beaten, bloodied, but not broken just yet, Odin braces for another attack, saying a quick prayer to Erastil.

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Stab w/ Dagger - 20
Piercing Damage - 5

Kingmaker [Pathfinder]

Odin Ivarsson

After a series of bad life choices and missed attacks, Odin's knife finally found purchase. His dagger sunk deep into the bandit's shoulder joint, dealing a fair amount of damage. Beaten, bloodied, but not broken just yet, Odin braces for another attack, saying a quick prayer to Erastil.

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Stab w/ Dagger - 20
Piercing Damage - 5

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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS

Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground

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@Crusader Lord

A hooded man stood solemnly in the dimly lit tunnel under a bustling city. The soft hum of machinery filled the otherwise silent tunnel, which was occasionally broken by the distant passing subway. The only source of light in the room was the twitching lights on the sides of the tunnel's walls, dimming slowly as the life slowly died out from the antiquated bulbs. It was a dark place, meticulously scouted out by one so brave as to walk through the many tunnels of the Paris Metro by foot, a place that could not easily be stumbled upon by the average man. It was a place suitable to serve as a workshop for a magus...

... if one were to call this hooded man a magus, that is.

Isidore pulled out a metallic canister from the gym bag slung across his shoulder. Kneeling down, he pushed a button on the side of the canister, causing a glowing sky blue liquid to be produced, a compound consisting of Mercury, Actinium, and [ELEMENT UNKNOWN]. As Isidore poured the compound on the ground, he made sure to trace it meticulously, shaping it into a ritual circle. The process was slow and careful, with Isidore making sure that the circle was shaped correctly while using as little of the compound produced from the canister as possible. It would be troublesome if he ran out of fuel before the war came to a conclusion, after all.

Once that was complete, Isidore placed the canister back in his bag before producing another object, a pair of ancient leather armbands with black blotches on them, stains of blood. They belonged to his ancestor, the first Gavros to enter the Atlas Temple in a bygone age. The bands were soaked with the sweat of the first Gavros, who sought to perfect the ancient art of Pankration. Using these armbands as a catalyst, Isidore's intentions were to draw upon another master of the martial arts his family practiced. Not only did Isidore wish to compare the work of the Gavros to one who had also practiced the art in ancient times, but he had also wished to summon a shining example of humanity in order to perhaps emulate. Of course, this meant he had a specific Servant in mind. Placing the armbands in the center of the circle before stepping back, Isidore pulled his hood down, pointing an outstretched metallic palm towards the circle.

"Heed my words. My will creates your body..."

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Saber of Decimation

The Core
Making His Way Downtown

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Saber marched silently by his Master's side, in spiritual form. Of course, he could always materialize, but a construction worker walking with a maid and an armored knight may raise some questions. Either way, being seen did not matter to Saber, at least in this sort of situation. It's better that his Master had little attention to herself, anyway. It would be troublesome if she was one of the first magi outed, after all.

As he surveyed the streets of the city while Tenryuu conversed with Chii, Saber began to muse a bit about his current situation. The one who had summoned and made a contract with him was very strange for a magus, expecting someone more lordly to bring him about. At the same time, Saber was also a bit pleased by the outcome, his Master's direct, headstrong attitude aligning with his own. The maid, on the other hand, was a bit of a curiosity. Sporting the personality of a snarky woman with a colorful vocabulary, Saber would sometimes wonder if the maid was the "true" Master, and not the stubborn young woman who had brought him to this world once again.

... and for some reason, the maid seemed awfully familiar. Whatever the case may be it probably doesn't matter, now.

"I don't see anything strange so far. If we do find someone, how should I engage?" Saber asked, curious about his Master's plans. It was the first night of the Holy Grail War, and they have only little knowledge of who they may be facing. Tonight would best be used to gather as much knowledge they can on their enemies, lest they risk swift defeat. "If we're going to fight, we should aim for small skirmishes, at least so we can learn about who we're up against. If this is truly a battle of heroes, then those we face shouldn't be weak enough to be killed on the first night." Indeed, Saber wished that he would find a worthy opponent tonight, one that he could even call his rival. If this war was truly one fought by the brightest stars of humanity, then crushing them all underneath his boot will definitely earn Saber a victory he could be proud of.

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Living Weapon

Watchdog of the Giant's Pit

Name: Isidore Gavros
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Rank: Count
Objective for the Grail: To ensure humanity's survival.
Command Seal: Three arms holding each other to form a triangle.

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Despite being guided by logic, Isidore is a man who lives by his ideals. While his personality is quite hollow, he harbors a love for humankind, seeing each individual as one full of potential. Of course, such potential could also lead to destruction, a thought that allows Isidore to be contempt with his role as Atlas's guard dog, making sure that nothing made from the Giant's Pit ever leaves. Despite his views on others, Isidore sees himself as nothing more than a machine with one purpose, believing that he must sacrifice his own humanity in order to save the world from its own destruction.

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Biography:

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Originally a family of practitioners of Ancient Greek martial arts who followed their own personal philosophy of one's own body being their greatest weapon, the Gavros family's studies evolved from the optimization of their own techniques to the creation of weapons and enhancements made to supplement their own method of combat. Because their own studies relied upon experience in combat and their weapons were functionally useless to those who did not know of the family's techniques, alchemists of Gavros happily volunteered to take on missions for the Atlas Institute as a means of refining their martial arts.

The boy who would be named "Isidore" was born a special case, a weak and frail child in a family whose craft demanded the upmost physical performance of its user. However, what Isidore lacked in prowess, he had substantially more in mental capacity, considered a prodigy in "magecraft" among his family. With a strong mind also came a strong will, and Isidore was dedicated to following his legacy, taking the mission of the Gavros more literally.

Isidore modified the weapons left to him by the previous family heads so that he may integrate them into his own being, truly making seeking to make his body a weapon. With each trek into the moonlit world, Isidore's love for humanity grew, strengthening his resolve further until he became more machine than man. Now, seeing himself as but another weapon that should be locked away in the Giant's Pit, Isidore resolved to staying by the confines of the Temple, serving as nothing more than a loyal hound guarding its home... that is, until he was called to take part in a strange ritual taking place in France.

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Origin: Rejection

Elemental Affinity: Carbon

Magic Circuit Switch: A calculation involving taking his body apart and putting it back together.

Number of Magic Circuits: D
Quality of Magic Circuits: E

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Magecraft and Other Skills:

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General Magecraft
The basics of Western theory known to every magus of the Mage's Association. However, because Isidore is an alchemist of Atlas, this mostly applies to knowledge instead of application. Isidore knows how to make contracts, perform rituals, etc.

Thought Acceleration and Thought Partition
Magecraft of the Atlas Institute. The ability to utilize the human body as an arithmetic unit. In other words, turning one's body into a computer, allowing for calculations at speeds higher than computers of the modern era through proper utilization as the brain is said to be the most advanced computer devised by nature and unable to be replicated with technology. Isidore is capable of forming up to four partitions at the current state of his body.

Pankration (Gavros)
An ancient Greek martial art that combines boxing and wrestling, along with other techniques such as kicks, holds, locks, and chokes. A technique utilized by humans against other humans with the intention to destroy one's opponent. Its techniques have been further optimized utilizing the Alchemy of the Atlas Institute. The Gavros, inspired by the heroes of myth, wished to refine their own bodies in order to make themselves into perfect weapons. In Isidore's case, it could be said that he is a master of the art, seamlessly modifying its techniques in order to suit the capabilities of his new body and face off against threats beyond humanity. However, it is incapable of matching the exact ridiculous nature of the heroes who had inspired the Gavros to improve upon their martial arts to the degree they have reached.

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Weapons and Mystic Codes:

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• A helmet fashioned from a similar alloy that composes Isidore's body. Capable of analyzing data at high speeds, the helmet facilitates the use of thought acceleration in combat, acting as an additional partition of the mind that works at half its normal efficiency. A "mini-computer" which only serves the purpose of analyzing a singular opponent's movements in combat, it is incapable of making advanced predictions.
• An advanced tool kit composed of technology that far exceeds the current era, intended to make repairs to Isidore's body. Also included is enough replacement parts to repair a number of major injuries as well as perform light maintenance, enough to last the entirety of the war... hopefully.
• A sphere that serves as an "amulet" that can be embedded within one's chest. Effectively grants the user Magic Resistance at the rank of E.
• A nice hoodie.
• A gym bag full of equally nice hoodies of different colors.
• Like, fitty Euros.

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Superior Mystic Code. Le Secret, b-but you've probably already seen it...

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Saber of Decimation

Demon Prince of Slaughter

Name: Dietrich von Bern
Class: Saber
Gender: Male
Attribute: Earth
Era: Age of Man, Medieval Germany
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Armament: Swords, Shield

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Personality:

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A seemingly stoic Servant who rarely speaks, only fixated on following his Master's orders, though his disposition is different from that of a standard knight-type Servant. Dietrich's emotions are only made apparent when he is angered, being the sort of person to utterly destroy the source of his rage unless he is held back. However, he has learned to focus his rage into achieving his goals. Dietrich lived a tragically long life, achieving many great victories at the cost of his friends or loved ones dying, and ended up becoming a great and wise king, but dying alone. Because of this, Dietrich's wish is to achieve a victory that he could be contempt with... and because Dietrich was summoned in the form of an impulsive prince who seeks glory by any means, he will furiously carve his way through all those who oppose him in order to achieve total victory for himself and his Master.

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STR: A || END: B || AGI: B || MAN: C || LCK: C

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Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult to be affected. Dietrich has a high rank in this skill due to facing off against many phantasmal species and spellcasters in his life. However, it is weakened due to Dietrich adopting the properties of a demon.

Riding: C
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Dietrich's riding skill would normally be high enough to qualify himself for the Rider class. However, because his death is associated with riding a demonic steed, its ranked has decreased.

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Temperament of the Slayer: A+
The tactics and mindset of a seasoned slayer of beasts. The experience obtained by one who has faced off against the likes of dragons, giants, wild men, and dwarfs. To Dietrich, merely slaying a single beast is not enough to grant him glory; he must slay a hundred of them in order to sate his ambition. Through immersing himself into an engagement, Dietrich is able to raise his level of combat efficiency, changing an output of 1 into a 100 by means of focusing his wrath to destroy all opposition. Whether it's forcing his body to keep up with a faster opponent or smashing his way through the defenses of a durable adversary, the Demon Prince will prevail against the strongest of his enemies through an overwhelming force of determination. It is through this skill that Dietrich is able to hold his own against those stronger than him, though it shows its full effectiveness against Monstrous foes.

Fires of Machmet: -
The phantasmal heritage of Dietrich, who was said to be a child of the Devil. When Dietrich's mother was pregnant, a demon who had visited her prophesied that her child will be "the strongest spirit who ever lived," and "will breathe fire when angry." This skill manifests as Dietrich's constant bubbling fury. Like a raging flame, the more his anger is fed, the stronger he will become, his Strength increasing to near inhuman heights. At his angriest, Dietrich's demonic heritage begins to truly manifest as he exhales bouts of scorching flames, Hellfire formed out of the Demon Prince's grudges. A physical manifestation of his rage.
Perhaps because of a stubborn desire to match his hated foes, Dietrich's demonic flames are especially effective against those associated with Dragons, as it was capable of burning through the impenetrable skin of a certain other dragon-slayer. A skill more becoming of a Berserker, it should be said that Dietrich has learned to focus his anger through the use of his Temperament of the Slayer skill.

Protection of the Fairies: B
The ability to call upon Luck in dangerous situations by means of blessing from a spirit of nature. Activation is only possible in the battlefield, performing feats of arms. Dietrich receives the favor of Frau Saelde, the personification of good luck, by slaying a strange beast pursuing her. The good fortune which allowed Dietrich to achieve his many victories in life, it could be said that such luck is something of a curse, as is could also be attributed to his long life.

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Nagelring
Shining Bane of Giants

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

The first wondrous weapon obtained by Dietrich, a shining sword forged by the dwarf Alberich for the giants Grim and Hilde, both of whom Dietrich had slain with the very same blade. Originally a sword made for giants, it is a mighty monster of a blade, its hideous appearance suitable for a mad warrior such as Dietrich. Carrying Anti-Giant properties due to being bathed in the blood of many giants, its true purpose is to be used as a defensive weapon, capable of deflecting attacks that are much stronger than what the wielder could normally defend against, receiving the force of the blows dealt against it. It was with this weapon that the young Dietrich was able to defeat the giant Grim, who was said to have the strength of twelve men. However, Nagelring is dependent on the skill of the user, incapable of moving on its own accord to intersect against attacks.

By invoking the name of this Noble Phantasm, Nagelring is filled with the force of the attacks it has recently defended against, delivering the might of an opponent's strike against them in an explosive blow of force. A technique-based ability created by its wielder in order to fight against the much stronger giants, this Noble Phantasm is able to be invoked instantaneously, immediately in response to deflecting an attack. Also, the explosive aspect of the sword comes from another hideous blade with a similar naming scheme used by another famous monster slayer known for breaking his own weapons.

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Eckesachs
Flaming Bane of Dragons

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1 ~ 45

Maximum Number of Targets: 500

The second wondrous weapon obtained by Dietrich, a sword forged in dragons' blood, made with much finer craftsmanship than Nagelring. It originally belonged to the mighty giant known as Ecke, and obtained by Dietrich after he defeated Ecke in single combat. A mighty Demonic Sword large enough for a giant to wield, it is said to be the sharpest of swords. Dietrich accomplishes this by bathing the dragon-forged blade in his own fiery breath, causing its strikes to be forever bathed in his raging flames. Eckesachs slices through the strongest of defenses by means of burning them away, launching waves of seething hellfire with every swing. Because the flames produced by the blade originate from Dietrich's own fiery breath, Eckesachs carries the same effectiveness against those bearing the properties of a Dragon.

Upon the release of its true name, the hellfire surrounding Eckesachs flares mightily as the sword itself seems to awaken. As dragons are symbols of evil in Europe, and serpents are linked to the Devil in France, the draconic and demonic qualities of the blade intensify through their synergy. The grudges of the dragons' blood that stain the blade begin to fuel the hellfire that surrounds it, releasing a torrent of primal fire born out of the Demon Prince's fury. A wave of devastation that represents its wielder's obstinate desire to slaughter all in his path in order to achieve glory. After making such an attack, the hellfire that surrounds Eckesachs fades momentarily, restoring itself after a time... or if Dietrich gets angry enough to bathe the blade in his own hellish breath once again.

Living Weapon

Watchdog of the Giant's Pit

Name: Isidore Gavros
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Rank: Count
Objective for the Grail: To ensure humanity's survival.
Command Seal: Three arms holding each other to form a triangle.

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Personality:

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Despite being guided by logic, Isidore is a man who lives by his ideals. While his personality is quite hollow, he harbors a love for humankind, seeing each individual as one full of potential. Of course, such potential could also lead to destruction, a thought that allows Isidore to be contempt with his role as Atlas's guard dog, making sure that nothing made from the Giant's Pit ever leaves. Despite his views on others, Isidore sees himself as nothing more than a machine with one purpose, believing that he must sacrifice his own humanity in order to save the world from its own destruction.

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Biography:

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Originally a family of practitioners of Ancient Greek martial arts who followed their own personal philosophy of one's own body being their greatest weapon, the Gavros family's studies evolved from the optimization of their own techniques to the creation of weapons and enhancements made to supplement their own method of combat. Because their own studies relied upon experience in combat and their weapons were functionally useless to those who did not know of the family's techniques, alchemists of Gavros happily volunteered to take on missions for the Atlas Institute as a means of refining their martial arts.

The boy who would be named "Isidore" was born a special case, a weak and frail child in a family whose craft demanded the upmost physical performance of its user. However, what Isidore lacked in prowess, he had substantially more in mental capacity, considered a prodigy in "magecraft" among his family. With a strong mind also came a strong will, and Isidore was dedicated to following his legacy, taking the mission of the Gavros more literally.

Isidore modified the weapons left to him by the previous family heads so that he may integrate them into his own being, truly making seeking to make his body a weapon. With each trek into the moonlit world, Isidore's love for humanity grew, strengthening his resolve further until he became more machine than man. Now, seeing himself as but another weapon that should be locked away in the Giant's Pit, Isidore resolved to staying by the confines of the Temple, serving as nothing more than a loyal hound guarding its home... that is, until he was called to take part in a strange ritual taking place in France.

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Origin: Rejection

Elemental Affinity: Carbon

Magic Circuit Switch: A calculation involving taking his body apart and putting it back together.

Number of Magic Circuits: D
Quality of Magic Circuits: E

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Magecraft and Other Skills:

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General Magecraft
The basics of Western theory known to every magus of the Mage's Association. However, because Isidore is an alchemist of Atlas, this mostly applies to knowledge instead of application. Isidore knows how to make contracts, perform rituals, etc.

Thought Acceleration and Thought Partition
Magecraft of the Atlas Institute. The ability to utilize the human body as an arithmetic unit. In other words, turning one's body into a computer, allowing for calculations at speeds higher than computers of the modern era through proper utilization as the brain is said to be the most advanced computer devised by nature and unable to be replicated with technology. Isidore is capable of forming up to four partitions at the current state of his body.

Pankration (Gavros)
An ancient Greek martial art that combines boxing and wrestling, along with other techniques such as kicks, holds, locks, and chokes. A technique utilized by humans against other humans with the intention to destroy one's opponent. Its techniques have been further optimized utilizing the Alchemy of the Atlas Institute. The Gavros, inspired by the heroes of myth, wished to refine their own bodies in order to make themselves into perfect weapons. In Isidore's case, it could be said that he is a master of the art, seamlessly modifying its techniques in order to suit the capabilities of his new body and face off against threats beyond humanity. However, it is incapable of matching the exact ridiculous nature of the heroes who had inspired the Gavros to improve upon their martial arts to the degree they have reached.

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Weapons and Mystic Codes:

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• A helmet fashioned from a similar alloy that composes Isidore's body. Capable of analyzing data at high speeds, the helmet facilitates the use of thought acceleration in combat, acting as an additional partition of the mind that works at half its normal efficiency. A "mini-computer" which only serves the purpose of analyzing a singular opponent's movements in combat, it is incapable of making advanced predictions.
• An advanced tool kit composed of technology that far exceeds the current era, intended to make repairs to Isidore's body. Also included is enough replacement parts to repair a number of major injuries as well as perform light maintenance, enough to last the entirety of the war... hopefully.
• A sphere that serves as an "amulet" that can be embedded within one's chest. Effectively grants the user Magic Resistance at the rank of E.
• A nice hoodie.
• A gym bag full of equally nice hoodies of different colors.
• Like, fitty Euros.

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Exceptional Benefit

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