Dezuel

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos (Interest Check)

Not all good horsemen of history had named mounts nor special types, they were just skilled as riders.

Unlike for example Lu Bu, whose horse was described to be the horse of horses pretty much. Meaning the horse itself was special, but alot of characters from history, legends, myth etc doesn't have named mounts but are still capable of doing great feats of it due to the riders particular skill with the particular type of mount. Sure it won't be as effective as someone having a special and named one I'm sure.

As for your question. I don't know if you need a noble phantasm as I am not that into fate. But limiting it to people only using named/special mounts is kind of silly as it is the rider's skill which ultimately matters and not the mount. Sure it plays a difference but should it be the only factor?

@King Cosmos

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos (Interest Check)

Here is my two characters, hopefully I wont have to change much.

Archer

Name: Hans Axel von Fersen

Title(s): "Le Beau", "His Excellency the Right Honourable Lord Count Axel von Fersen"

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: 4th of september 1755 - 20th June 1810

Alignment: Lawful Good

Catalyst: The ring given to Marie Antoinette by Fersen himself.

Personality: Fersen is a kind, polite and formal person but also very loyal to the royals whom he served. He is also charismatic and a ladies man, he also had a very strong relationship with Marie Antoinette. Her death is what has made him answer the call, for he wants nothing more than a chance to save her. So his wish upon the grail would be to bring her to him.
Fersen is also quite of a ladies man and generally gets well along with people of high standing, even if he does not agree with everyone he nontheless shows them the respect they deserve.

Appearance:



Bio:

Hans Axel von Fersen is a swedish count and was well know during his lifetime, from the youngest of his days as a student in a school in Braunschweig, to the war academy in Turin and his tutoring of language, travelling the world and other things. He did his service in the swedish army and attended by Gustav III of Sweden, at the latter's court. Before travelling the world again, he ended up as colonel of the Royal-Bavière before being introduced to the french king Louis XIV's court, meeting him aswell as the young queen Marie-Antoinette whom he began to have a close relationship with.

A time after, the american revolution began and Fersen along many others wanted to get experience and heroic achievements went to fight along the french and american soldiers there. He assisted George Washington and Rochambeau, before excelling at the battle of Yorktown, which was the turning point of the war which ended with the americans creating their nation.

For his achievements, he was decorated with the Cincinnatusorder and became colonel for his own regiment, the Royal suédois in 1783.

After travelling the world for abit yet again, he returned to Paris and saw the french revolution break out and where he attempted to help the king and queen to escape, he decided that they should split up. Hoping that him leaving would lead those following on a false path, but the plan backfired and the king and queen were captured in a town and Fersen managed to save himself.

(There is alot more of Fersen's story, but the Fersen I will use is the one where he is leader of the Royal suédois in service to the king and queen of france. So that's why he would fit in best as a rider, as his past training and how he and the king and queen attempted to flee by horse)

Weapon: Charleville musket

Parameters:

Strength: D

Endurance: B+

Agility: C+

Mana: C

Luck: B

Class Skills:

Independant action B: Fersen can exist a week without a master. Driven by the immense desire to finally see his beloved Marie-Antoinette again and his loyalty to those whom he has served presses him onwards.

Magic resistance B: The strong determination and calm of Fersen renders him highly resistant to magic and anything which relates to affecting his mental status.

Personal Skills:

Disengage C: Fersen is great at making and planning escapes both for himself and others. On foot or on mount, he will withdraw if he sees no other option. When summoned as a rider this skill becomes A.

Determination of Steel B: Count Fersen was a brave man, one whom would do his duty and what he was meant to do. Even sometimes beyond it, such as when his loyalty or personal relations were put into the ecuation.

Marksmanship: B: During his lifetime Fersen knew his way around firearms quite well, even if he never came close to the legendary heroes of the past or those which came after him. He was very precise with his frenchmade musket nontheless, which was an overall more precise weapon than the majority of muskets used in his time.

Charisma C: Fersen is as good with words as he is in looks, men and women across the world found him a kind yet capable person, whom had contacts and friendships among the royalty among others. His charisma is also what allows him to lead those following him quite well.

Military tactics C: Being assigned as a leader of the swedish troops in service to King Louis XIV, Fersen played an important role in assuring victory for the french-american forces over the british. Fersen was well versed in military tactics during his entire life, acting as Aide-de-camp to people such as Rochambeau while also being in command of his own regiment to whom he could issue tactical orders to.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Shock Cavalry

Title: "In the service of King Louis XIV, as your colonel, I command you, soldiers of the Royal-Suédois to mount and attack!"

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 50

Description: During the french revolution, Fersen was preparing a shock cavalry attack into France in order to save the royal family from the hands of the revolution. This idea was well liked also by the swedish king Gustav III whom gave it his approval and support. Thus as Colonel of the Royal-Suédois, Fersen may point the dangerous end of his rifle and shoot a bullet, which shall summon forth a stampede of glass horses to run over his enemies to inflict great damage but also make their advance more difficult, either from the stampede itself or the chaos unfolding after it is used, this works in similar way as Guillotine Breaker, but it creates many more horses, it does however not provide the support benefits in terms of healing or recovery of mana.

Name: Ring of affection
Title: "All things lead me to thee."

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 50

Description: The ring he had been given by Marie-Antoinette, allows Fersen to use Marie Antoinette's noble phantasm Guillotine Breaker: Glory to the Crown of Lilies. It takes the form of a glass horse, it is also imprinted with the royal symbol of the french monarchy. Lilies that is. The horse itself Begins to quickly dash across the battlefield, with particles of light surrounding it, dealing damage to enemies of the french monarchy. At the same time it does this it removes negative statuses and recovers the Health and mana of allies.

Master

Name: Lucius Da Cruz

Title(s): Mage of thorns, "Root of evil."

Appearance:



Gender: Male

Age: 32

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank: None

Objective for the Grail: The destruction of humankind as a whole, and the renewal of the earth.

Command Seal: A red ring would form on the ground, then form 3 metre tall pillar of red light.

Personality: Lucius is a methodical and calm man, who prefers to use guile and manipulation to get what he wants. He has a clear view of what he desires, the way of getting there however he leaves somewhat open, so that he will have to have backup plans would any of his ideas not work. He is someone who cares very little, if at all about other peoples misery unless it can somehow benefit his own ambitions. Thus he is likely to try manipulate these people to do his work for him or otherwise put them into a hard seat.

When tightly pressed Lucius tends to step back, either to let others get into harms way or to make a timely withdrawal. It doesn't matter to Lucius how many times he has to withdraw, he prefers to bide his time to gradually wear the opposition out. He expects any servant under his command to obey his orders without question, while he values each individual servant for their strength and reputation. He considers them just now to be tools, so if someone can be strongly motivated to serve him to achieve what he wants he will make use of it. Even if he would encounter the servant belonging to another master, he may attempt to tempt them to join him.

Bio:

Lucius grew up in spain to parents running a large industry of wine, he never was interested in their work however. After having read many books he came to the belief that humans in general are a species which is draining the world dry, a parasite which should be removed. Searching for means in doing so, he came upon the occult and thought long lost books which led him further away from other humans. Thus it was not a hard choice for him when he turned sixteen to poison the entire wine collection belonging to his family, causing the deaths of hundreds before the source to the deaths were tracked down. By then he was long gone.

The magic under his command was as if granted by mother earth herself, being able to provide himself with fruits for his travels he never needed to come into contact with other humans except when going into towns and cities, searching more knowledge on magic and how to further his newfound ambition of ridding the world of the scourge which in his eyes were destroying it. When he spoke with people, he spoke in the same way he had learnt from his readings into the human psychology and philosophy, how easily he could manipulate others it almost became a sport to him. Constantly pressing himself to see just how far he could get others to do what he wanted, before seeing them crumble as a result.

To him this was almost theatrical, and humorous how easy he could fool others into ruin. Ruin which they all deserved according to himself. Upon pondering where to best put his skills to use he went to North America, since it had alot of people. Alot of people to kill and it would be the perfect battleground for what was coming. During his search for magical knowledge he had come across various magical objects and trinkets having connections to various people of bygone age. Though only few of these objects he held unto, one being a ring which had once belonged to Marie Antoinette, a Queen which had been killed by her own people. To Lucius this could be used, people with a resentment towards humankind could ultimately serve him well. Revenge was a sweet thing, but even sweeter was poison.

And he had plenty to use as far as he knew, not that anyone would suspect a friendly and calm man working as a travelling trader of old books and trinkets. It had been a good way for him to find more knowledge and leads to things of interest, even if he had to spend his valuable time talking with the humans he hated. Despite never considering that he was indeed human himself, Lucius prefered to see himself above others, both in intellect, moral and importance to the future of the world. Regarding most others as mindless puppets or brutes incapable of understanding the pain the world was feeling now. How it longed for liberation of their disgusting kind, how he was going to be the one ridding the entire world of their tainted filthy presence.

When he turned thirty-two, he was well endowed in his magical potential and mentally prepared to do the will of god. As he prefered to see it, in order to create a new eden. Humans must disappear and their sin which banished them so long ago shall be uprooted and they will be thrown away into the abyss. With the power and mind to substitute the place of god as he saw it, Lucius was prepared now to do what was needed in order to free the world of the shackles which was drowning it.

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Magic Circuit Switch: A low hymning sound surging from himself. Sounding similar to how it would sound if you slam a metal pipe inbetween two other pipes causing a vibrating low echo.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Earth

Magecraft:

- Mediocre jack-of-all: Lucius have managed to come over various occult knowledge during his travels and thus have a very very basic understanding of most of them. While he understands some slight part of it doesn't make him able to replicate or use said magic however. But it does give him some slight idea of what he should do at times.

- Plant Creation and Plant manipulation: Lucius enjoys creating plant servants to fight for him, small and big, poisonous or otherwise. They are generally however given mundane tasks such as messenger duties or being made to shield him from harm, either by him commanding them or just manipulating plant matters.

- Poisons and alchemy: What Lucius excels at is natural poisons which he applies to things such as fruits to give to his enemies, using sharp thorns or blowing pollen to inlict some poison to a target. Ranging from dullening of the senses, paralyzation, confusion and in the worst case death. Using roots as movable extendable weapons is generally his combat weapon of choice.

While not being the strongest in an up front type of fight, his power is the most useful when used outside of direct combat where he may use said power to weaken or maim his enemies.

Crest: 120 years old.

Weapon: None

Exceptional Benefit: None

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos (Interest Check)

I may be interested in this. Will see if I can put together a character for it tomorrow. I will likely bring a character which has never been used in a Fate RP, series or game yet. Note that I am not very set into the fate lore or World, I just know pretty much the basic idea of what the servants are after, the matter with the masters etc. The class special skills and such are pretty much what I don't know.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

She's fast for a lowly human... If only that idiot Fegin wouldn't be so fucking occupied he could do the chasing.. The half-demon watched the pink haired girl stop ahead of him. Hah! She's fucking out of bridges to burn, all she's got is that spray thing and this time I am not going to take it...heheh...

He walked the last bit before he lifted his left hand, shooting his string out to attempt to entangle the girl's arms, he couldn't let her use that thing on him again. She then swiftly turned around, and extended her baton seeking to hit him in the face, but at this point his strings had wrapped around her arm and prevented the thing from hitting his face head-on, but gracing his right cheek.

That sneaky girl was resourceful, maybe it would be a shame to kill her... so early on. Yes, after all this effort she was not going to die. No, she was going to suffer for her actions. Galbrek gritted his teeth. "You... bitch..." That's when he saw the guards approaching and at that he retracted his strings to let them grab her.

"Good... job..." Galbrek said panting abit before adjusting his cap. "All of you, may I have your attention?" Galbrek said and waited until the security guards turned their eyes to him, before he used his hypnotic gaze, trying to catch all of them within his sight. "I'm youth officer Ascot, undercover here. I'll be taking care of this amnesiac and demented girl after you've cuffed her. I'll take her someplace...safe…. where she may be questioned." The half-demon smiled as he allowed his hypnotic gaze to fall on those meeting with his eyes.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

She had pointed that thing at him, sending some kind of spray towards him irritating his eyes, luckily that idiotic human he had hypnotized got in the way after abit. Galbrek screamed out first, followed by the woman in question. "Argh! Hngghhh! My eyes! Fucking little shit!"
Some security guard had shown up and left him with a good legal reason to chase after Vera, she had after all pulled that move in front of a couple of witnesses. Galbrek yelled to the guard coming up, his eyes slightly watery and stinging. "Call the damn guards by the exit, that pink haired fucking bitch is escaping! She is a thief and is armed!" Galbrek took one of the drinks still attached to his attire and poured some unto his eyes and face Before rushing after in the general direction where Vera was going.

The security guard lifted his walkie talkie and gave a call to the rest of his security team to apprehend a pinkhaired girl approaching the exit. The man then resumed to try help the woman on the spot.

How dared she? How he was going to take unusual pleasure in getting his hands on that damn girl. It would be sweeter than honey dipped sugar and more enjoyable than watching poor people get stomped at. How he relished on the idea as he ran, annoyed that Adam had misplaced himself and was not here to carry him. Somehow this was partly his fault, he should have been there to run for him.

Royal Rumble!

Yes, we are just doing big collabs at the moment via discord. It will take some time but the RP isn't dead.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

How fucking long is she going to take? The various people passing by was giving him disapproving looks, how he hated disapproving looks. How dared they look at him in that manner. It was he who was to be disapproving of them after all. Self-centred human scum. That's all they were according to the half-demon. Then finally he could see her exiting the place, but there was someone else walking out right in front of her.

"Tch.." He gritted his teeth, witnesses were bothersome. But he might aswell make use of her like a puppet. Galbrek set his hypnotic gaze at the woman in front of Vera. "You know you want to help me restrain that girl there and follow me. It will make you alot richer. You like money." The woman met with Galbrek's sight, her face going slightly blank and she said in a monotone voice. "Yes, I will restrain her and follow you." The woman turned around to try wrap her arms around Vera. When one plan fails, make up another. Such was the magnificence of the superior mind that Galbrek possessed according to himself. To twist someone to do his dirty work for him was so awfully fitting, not to mention fun.

To put that pinkhaired girl into the seat of possibly harming an innocent if she resisted. The half-demon could feel a chill of pleasure coming up his spine as he grinned. That's when he noticed something in Vera's hand. Some kind of...

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

He gritted his teeth, things had not gone as planned. The pink haired girl had a strong will against leaving, strong enough to break free. It made things more troublesome. But Galbrek was not one to back down from trouble, if it meant him getting what he wanted. He acted as soon as she began to ran.

"Hey! Miss you forgot your change!" He darted after, she was not going to get away now. No matter where she was heading, he was going to follow. By the ill-mannered angelshits, she's fucking heading into the bathrooms. I hate second rate bathrooms. He cursed under his breath and glanced to left and right to make sure none saw him following her. His plan was simple now.

Follow her, wrap his marionette string around her and then whack her over the head. Drag his expensive coat over her to make sure none saw him walking off with her wrapped up in strings. Ultimate power for the price of a coat. Now that I can live with. Now I just have to wait until that disgusting human has finished whatever she was going in here for then... shes mine! He grinned and turned to find someone else trying to enter the bathroom area. "Turn back and find a bush." He told a woman who was approaching, using his hypnotic gaze to make her leave.

"I love being so fucking cunning..." He said in a low voice to himself as he waited to shoot his strings at the pink haired girl.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

The half-demon gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly to turn to whomever it was that dared to disturb him.

This fool keeps blabbering on. Why would I care what my deluded sister does or looks like? Cute? How ill-chosen words. I am beautiful, not cute you dim witted buffoon.

He paused in his thoughts before continuing to ponder. A military student. Why can't he go and be awfully gay somewhere else? Oh the trouble of being too beautiful. To think such would be a hinderance to me. Won't this fool ever shut up?

Galbrek changed his expression to a bored one.

Teenage contempt? Don't tempt me you moronic misfit or it will take a decade for them to gather your shredded body.

Galbrek's expression changed to a smirk at the idea and then set his eyes on the military student again.

"Oh you have quite the talent for seeing the obvious." Galbrek said in a soft manner and gazed into Louen's eyes as he began to use his hypnotic gaze, before uttering the command to him.

"You should go over to the Mephisto team and show your appreciation to the girl with the book. And be a good boy."

The half-demon smirked as he attempted to draw the military boy away. Or be a good idiot and fuck off, you wretched excuse of human excrement walking on two legs. I have more pressing matters to attend to. He didn't wait long until he began to move down the stands and towards the Vigilante team area, carefully moving to not draw unwanted attention and avoiding his sister who was semi-interested in watching, looking into a book of hers every now and then. Success was surely not far away, having waded down and sold some nuts to some loud individuals which had spilled some drink on him. He collected himself not to strangle the man on the spot, and carefully approached the pink haired girl. Vera.

"Nuts here, nuts and drinks." He said in a slightly distorted voice from his usual, walking past a few individuals before he got close to Vera.

Time to crack this nuthead open like a coconut. "Good day, would you like some of these nuts or a drink? Look here, this one is really good for the skin." He said and smiled, waiting for the moment Vera would look up. Seeking to affect her with his hypnotic gaze.

"You need a little walk. Some sightseeing would do you well. Follow me." He smiled, gradually he felt like smiling even more and sinister but he had to keep his mask and make sure she would submit to his command.