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Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Apologies for the delay. I’ll get a post up in the morning. Thanks for being so understanding.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Post to come tonight, when I’m feeling less... bullshit.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Suzaku Kirishima

Fuyuki Church, earlier that morning

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Suzaku panted with exertion and excitement, his limbs shaking with the effort he'd put into the spell. He'd... he'd done it. He'd done it! He'd summoned a Heroic Spirit, a Servant! He glanced down at the back of his right hand, specifically the red markings etched into it. Excellent. He then looked up at the Servant he'd summoned and... was caught significantly off guard. Lightning. Lots and lots of lightning. The man was practically cloaked in it. It was... exhilarating to watch, and slightly frightening. Then, he stepped forward to introduce himself.

"I am servant Archer, a man who has grasped the power of the gods in his hands. If it pleases you, you may call me Nikola Tesla. Now then, there is much work to be done if we are to grasp the Holy Grail."

Suzaku blinked. Archer? Tesla?

"...Who?"

---

Suzaku shook his head in wonderment as he walked about the outskirts of Fuyuki, pondering that which his Servant, Tesla, had told him. To be honest, it was a lot to take in. From what he could understand, Nikola's legend was from the future of this world- one in which he'd grasped the knowledge of lightning, harnessed it, and turned it into a power source for all mankind to use. It was difficult to wrap his head around the implications; an Age of Man to rival the Age of Gods. It was a tough pill to swallow, but also strangely enticing, in its own way. He pondered what kind of wonders might be unearthed in such an Age...

But it wasn't exactly what he should be focusing on right now. Right now, he was still at war, and so he needed protection, defenses. As nice as having a Servant around was, he still needed things to keep his sanctum safe, should the enemy come knocking while he was out on patrol.

My taking of the Leyline won't stay secret for long. I need weapons for that eventuality. Which is what led him out here, where the poor and starving congregated. Not people, no- he wasn't that desperate, and killing someone just to get a bodyguard is exactly the sort of thing he disdained. Still, it wasn't like the thought of his plan of action didn't turn his stomach anyway. He'd prefer a corpse, but, if worst came to worst...

Thankfully, at least this time around, his luck continued to hold. The mutt looked like it had already been on the wrong end of too many fights before whichever one took its life. It looked strong enough, though. It certainly hadn't died from weakness. It would need some reinforcement, though... some strong, flexible metals... What he wouldn't give for support from the clan, but they'd been rather clear- if he was set on this escapade, then he was on his own. Inwardly, he shrugged, heaving the corpse of the dog over his shoulders. He wasn't looking forward to explaining his profession to Archer when he got back; the dog would raise enough questions on its own...

---

As it turned out, Tesla wasn't too perturbed by a dead dog or two. Dead was dead, in his opinion; a man after his own heart. Moreover, Suzaku wasn't the only one who'd been busy that day- Archer had had some projects of his own, fortifying their position in the church. Suzaku almost grinned maniacally from the explanation the Servant had given- whoever tried to ambush their position here was in for more than a few nasty surprises, especially given the modifications he'd suggested to his undead. Things were definitely looking up for this war...

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Fuyuki Church, First Night

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Suzaku had just been putting the finishing touches on the ritual to raise the dogs he'd found earlier when Archer burst into the mausoleum- politely, of course- to tell him that the signal for the war's start had been sent out. Suzaku nodded, then stepped back, careful to avoid the draugr he'd raised. There were a few of them, at least half a dozen, though they lacked the effort he'd put into the pair of mutts he was about to raise. Armor plating just beneath the skin. Flexible reinforcement around the ribcage (the flexible part was important, given the tricks he'd installed in them), plus a few additions by Tesla, to interface with "Keuranos." He wasn't exactly sure of the specifics, but the modifications would be a massive boost to the Wolves' efficacy.

Suzaku raised his hands toward the circle in front of him, quickly addressing Archer before the ritual began.

"Just a moment. Let me finish reinforcing our ranks, and then... we hunt." In a dark voice, Suzaku began to speak as he gathered his Od, and the ritual began.

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Victor Frankenstein and Franziska

Nikolic Compound, First Night

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"Ah, Master," said Victor as Vlado entered the room, his address far less vitriolic than it had been. One step at a time. He went back to his feverish workings as the boy prattled on, though he at least seemed to have an interest in the work. Good. That was a point in his favor, at least. Victor finished with the corpse he'd been preparing, snipping the last suture with a pair of shears. "Excellent timing. You are to bear witness to the key to your victory."

He grasped the crystal lantern at his hip, raising it to eye level, so Vlado could see inside.

"My life's work, here in this bottle. Oh, certainly, my New Life is enticing. But it is only possible through this. I spent a lifetime working to harness it. I call it, 'Azoth.'" He held the lantern closer to Vlado, showing its contents- a spark of lightning, twisting and warping in odd, sinuous, impossible ways, like some kind of eel or serpent. It was almost as if--

"Yes. It is alive," smirked Victor. "Or, rather, it IS life. The very same energy that flows through and animates our bodies can be found in lightning. My method takes advantage of this principle, in far greater quantities than is considered 'natural,' to do what was once considered impossible- to reanimate, to confer life once again upon that which is lifeless."

The lantern was starting to glow brighter now, illuminating the unhinged smile on Victor's face. "Watch closely, Master. Behold the future. Behold... our victory!" He whipped around, pointing the lantern like a scepter of authority at the corpse he'd been working on. "Return! Be reborn! Azoth!!" A searingly-bright bolt of blue shot out toward the corpse, writhing and twisting around its limbs, sparks sinking like teeth into its flesh, jerking it awake.

"Yes! YES!! It's ALIVE!! IT'S ALIVE!!" Victor cackled insanely as the corpse's eyes flickered open, its fists clenched, and its body catapulted upward, a roar emanating from what was once dead vocal cords. Victor continued to watch with manic glee as he plied his craft, already eager to begin work on his other children.

Oh, this war was going to be fun...

---

@floodtalon

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Suzaku Kirishima

Fuyuki Church, earlier that morning

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"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let my great Master Kirishima be the ancestor
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

They hadn't wanted him to come here. He was the head of the house, after all. They needed him with them. Needed him to fulfill his role, to lead. If he was being honest, he hadn't wanted to come here, either- a fetid backwater, crawling with the cockroaches of the Association. No quarry to hunt, no skills to hone- nothing but whining children jockeying for more power and influence. Disgusting.

"I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason... then answer."

But he had to come here. He had to. And if the idea was sickening to him, so be it. This game of theirs, this "war," it was the only way. The only absolute, the only hope he had. To the victor went the spoils, and he would be the victor. It was the only way his wife and brother were ever coming back.

“An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!”

War. Ha. These children thought they knew war, just because they killed each other. They saw some kind of glory in this, some prestige. But war had a distinct lack of both. He should know. Kirishima were raised in war, baptized in it, forged by it. Their war never ended, not so long as the dead and damned walked the earth. They wanted a real war? They'd get it. He'd deliver a real war straight to their door.

“From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!“

Suzaku Kirishima, deep in the mausoleum beneath the church he'd captured, watched the magic circle before him explode into light, face set in a grim line. There was no turning back now. On some level, he knew he should be worried- pampered and spoiled these Association families may be, but they were still magi. Still dangerous. But he was strangely at ease about the whole situation. Because this was a war, after all. And there was nowhere else a Kirishima felt more at home. Especially if that Kirishima was him.

The light faded, and Suzaku blinked the spots from his eyes as he waited for the dust to settle, and reveal just what sort of Servant he'd summoned.

---

Victor Frankenstein and Franziska

First Night of the War

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Victor had to admit that he may have... slightly underestimated his Master. Though the title still tasted like ash on his tongue, he had to admit that, as far as the possibilities went, Vlado was far from the worst he could have gotten. The boy had taken his contempt in stride, rather than deride him for some perceived lack of respect and decorum, and merely set about assuring him and Franziska of the measures he'd taken to ensure their victory. It was... almost refreshing. Victor sighed, wiping down the surgical blade in his hands, then reaching for the suture.

He gazed down fondly at the patchwork amalgamation on his workbench. He'd started working on Franziska's first "brother" soon after Vlado had finished showing him around the compound he'd secured. Victor had quickly taken up residence in one of the buildings, setting the bounds of his territory, as was proper. He had even been excited to learn that one of the corpses in the nearby graveyard was particularly fresh, courtesy of his Master's machinations. The body had been aged, but still strong and healthy; stubbornness had apparently done the man some good in his life. With some other odds and ends in place, generously donated by some other relatively fresh leavings, and the metals Vlado had procured, his second-born child in this world was coming along nicely.

Franziska padded into the room, concern etched on her features. Victor immediately took notice, leaving the piecemeal corpse behind him- he wasn't alive quite yet, he wouldn't mind- and walking over to his daughter.

"Franziska, dear, what's wrong? Something troubles you?"

The girl shuffled. "...Lights, Father." Victor tilted his head, puzzled.

"Lights? I'm afraid I don't--"

"In the sky, Father. Lights of all different colors, streaking across like stars. I think... I think it's started."

Victor cursed under his breath. He'd hoped he would have a little more time, but it seemed fate had a different idea in mind. He stepped forward, wrapping Franziska in a fatherly embrace.

"Worry not, my dear. Our enemy may be strong, but we are stronger. Rally yourself, my Franziska- we must be ready if we are to triumph." He gave her another tight squeeze, then released, walking back to his workbench. "Send Vlado here- he deserves a demonstration of our capabilities. Then, patrol the grounds for any interlopers. I'll send your brothers and sisters to join you as I finish them."

The girl nodded, hefting her mace. "...Be careful, Father. Some of them can be... restless, when they first wake up."

Victor nodded, hands working in a precise frenzy to finish. "Thank you, Franziska. Take care out there."

He didn't hear her leave, though she knew she must have. Such a dutiful child. Hopefully this one would be just as diligent. He couldn't afford to discipline any unruly children, not at this juncture. He descended back into his fugue, eyes flicking upward to the other bodies he'd acquired earlier that day. And with war on the horizon, his supplies would only grow.

The curtain was rising. It was time to show this little city exactly the kind of play they were in.

@floodtalon

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Victor Frankenstein and Franziska

The Madness Begins Again

@floodtalon

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The man standing in the middle of the summoning circle raised an eyebrow at the first words his... "Master," said to him, following his summoning. He was tall, young, impeccably dressed, with long, lustrous brown hair and golden-brown eyes. Certainly not the image of a monster, and certainly not the monster his summoner was anticipating. But perhaps he would be less disappointed in the figure seemingly hiding just behind the man's shoulder? She was at once unyielding and solid, and yet also ephemeral, dressed in what almost looked like bridal wear, with electrodes installed in her forehead and temples. The air around her twisted and warped slightly under the pressure of some... hidden power. One perhaps emanating from the massive mace clutched in her grasp, despite the fact that she seemed far too small to wield such a massive weapon. The damn thing was nearly as long as she was tall...

The man cleared his throat, and the girl snapped to attention with record speed.

"Franziska, my dear. Inspect the... 'accomodations.' See that they are sufficient for our needs."

"Yes, Father," the girl chirped, calmly walking away to do as instructed. The man himself, however, stayed, directing an unamused scowl at his so-called Master.

"As for you... perhaps you are mistaken, young man? Perhaps you have confused me with the hulking monstrosity of that... ridiculous fiction written to slander me?" He looked down to find an copy of such offending literature at his feet. With a gesture, a small, lantern-like device at his hip sparked to life, a bolt of electricity arcing from the device to the book, reducing it to ash. Giving a small nod of satisfaction at his doing, the Servant looked back at his summoner, disdain still clearly etched in every line of his face.

"Allow me to clarify, then. While I am Servant Caster for the purposes of this war, I also am Frankenstein. Dr. Victor Frankenstein, to be precise. The charming young lady who will be thoroughly inspecting the abode you have for whether it suits our purpose is my creation, my Firstborn daughter. The... 'monster' that you were told such lies about. And if you are to be so caught off guard by the mere act of summoning your Servant, Master-" Here, he spit the last word out as though it were a vile taste on his tongue- "...Well. I think, perhaps, you are in for a very unfortunate experience with this war."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master

"Claws to meet claws. Teeth to match teeth. For the living to prosper, the Dead must devour the Dead."

-Kirishima family creed

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Name: Suzaku Kirishima

Title(s): The Gravedancer, Corpse-Swallower, The Undead Slayer

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause

Objective for the Grail: A chance to redeem a costly mistake; a chance to return those who paid the price for him...

Command Seal: Here

Personality: As the head of the Kirishima line of undead slayers, Suzaku has certain expectations to live up to. He is caring of those who serve underneath him, but also stern, for the business of hunting monsters is unforgiving. He is driven and determined, some might say to a fault, always pushing the boundaries of the family's skills and sorcery. He is inquisitive and curious, fascinated by magecraft in general, and how it differs from family to family. But most of all, he is quite straightforward- while certain finesse and strategies are required for survival, Suzaku's problem-solving begins and ends with death, at least for the type of problems he's used to dealing with. He frequently butts heads with delegates and representatives from the Association, as he has little patience for their games, politics, or arrogance.

Bio: Grave robbers. Corpse-stealers. Murderers, defilers, desecrators. The Kirishima clan is neither blind nor deaf to the insults that are hurled their way from more "civilized" or "dignified" magus families. They ignore these barbs, for they know the truth; that many of the families that deride them would not exist without the clan's actions. And they bear the insults, the indignity, for one reason alone: the living must prosper, even if none will thank them for their part in ensuring such things. Thus, the Kirishima accept their role of undead slayers with fervor, for someone must stain their hands, and if not them, than who?

Suzaku is the ninth head of the Kirishima household, a mantle he bears with pride, the first and last line of defense against the tide of the dead and damned. For a time, this role suited him; he grew and perfected his craft, doing more for the Kirishima art than almost any clan head before him. He found siblings and loved ones in the comrades he fought with, brothers and sisters in arms, bound tighter than blood. He found a fervor and zeal for his purpose- living in darkness to fight darkness, that the light may not be snuffed out. He found a great love, an ally without peer, a friend to live and die for. But happiness is fleeting in the Kirishima line of work. And all it takes is a single mistake to rend all that which one holds dear from them.

A careless mistake. An ambush. A battle that was only barely won, and at great cost. When the results of Suzaku's mistake were made clear, his wife and his second-in-command were dead, slain by the enemy in gruesome fashion. Heartbroken, Suzaku returned to his duties, but he was never quite the same- a hollow shell of the man he once was, wrapped around the self-loathing and misery that resulted from his failure. But with despair always comes hope: Suzaku has caught wind of the great competition, the Holy Grail War. And more importantly, the prize: a wish without limit, granted to the victor of the bloody conflict. And Suzaku will be that victor. He will redeem himself, overturn his mistake, and return his love and his dear friend to life...

...For he's not quite certain what he will do with himself should he fail.

---

Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of bones cracking

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Earth and Water; Origin: Conflict and Strife

Magecraft: While far from standard, Suzaku's training in sorcery is still built upon the basics of general magecraft, albeit with a focus on combat, and an emphasis on adaptability. As can be anticipated from any Kirishima worth their salt, though, his true talent lies in necromantic curses- both to poison and maim their mortal enemies, and also to protect from and ward off dark influences. Traditionally, Kirishima must also be skilled in the art of raising undead familiars, as family members who fall in battle are often converted into thralls, that they may earn more honor in battle, even after death.

Crest: 9 Generations

Mystic Codes:

• Azoth Blade- Standard, but still essential- Suzaku carries an Azoth Blade to aid in his rituals.
• Devouring Teeth- Bullets forged with the blood and bones of magi, bearing their spite and grudge and used as a weapon for their wielder. Upon being fired, the bullets seek out the hearts of their targets, felling them handily.
• Red Tears- Crafted from holy metals melted down from Keys of Providence, Red Tears are bullets with the same Conceptual properties as the Keys that they're forged from, forcing the memory of mortality onto vampires, zombies, and other such creatures, rendering them far more vulnerable to destruction. The Tears also carry the same limitations as Keys of Providence, however, in that they only reach their full potential when used on a target who was once Catholic, or has consumed Catholic blood or flesh. Regardless, however, the bullets are effective enough at neutralizing Suzaku's prey, regardless of the nature of the target.

Weapon: Custom LeMat Revolver- A nine-shot revolver with 20-gauge underbarrel shotgun, modified and reinforced, not only to use modern cartridges, but also to withstand the strain of Suzaku's unorthodox ammunition.

Exceptional Benefit: Fallen Leyline Secure- Suzaku has claimed the Fallen Leyline beneath Fuyuki Church as his own, greatly increasing the amount of mana he can provide his Servant.

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Caster

Name: Dr. Victor Frankenstein

Title: The Mad Doctor

Class: Caster

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Early 1800's to unknown

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Obsessive and single-minded; Victor's virtues and flaws lie in his passion for his particular breed of science and magecraft. On the one hand, he is very protective and nurturing toward the false-life he creates, treating them more as his children and colleagues than as mere familiars and servants. On the other hand, he has nothing but scorn for most of humanity, particularly anyone who disdains his creations. He is arrogant to an extraordinary degree, believing his works to surpass humanity in both ability and temperament. He himself is no exception to his disdain, as some small part of him seems to know how far gone he truly is, and hopes that his New Life will grow to be better than him. His mania is only even somewhat abated by the presence of his Firstborn, Franziska, who is much her father's opposite in temperament- gentle, well-meaning, and compassionate, but fiercely loyal to his creator, whom he cares for dearly.

Bio: Everyone knows the story of Victor Frankenstein- he who meddled with the pattern of life and death and brought forth an abomination. He who ruined the lives of himself and all those he held dear to him through his own hubris and selfishness. He who died an ignominious death, along with his Creation, in the Arctic, filled with regret. Yes, everyone knows this story... or, at least, one version of it. For the power of the Holy Grail is that of all worlds, all stories, an infinite kaleidoscope of variation. And so it is that the Grail has plucked a very different Frankenstein from the fabric of reality. For the question asked that caused such changes was this- what if Victor had not recoiled at the half-life he'd brought forth? What if, rather than reject, he had embraced and nurtured? What if Victor Frankenstein had loved his Creation, rather than seek to destroy it?

Caster is a Frankenstein who never gazed upon the Blasted Tree, who never abandoned his passion for Alchemy. A Frankenstein who, when his Creation was raised, hideous though it was, saw only the potential housed within it. He thrilled as his Firstborn learned at speed, cared for it, named it, "Franziska," the daughter he'd always wanted. Victor cared for the Creation as his own child, excited, obsessed, impassioned by the possibilities of the life he'd crafted with his own hands.

A pity, then, that others did not share his enthusiasm.

Although Victor saw a daughter in Franziska, others saw only a monster. No matter how well-read or even-tempered she was, hers and Victor's peers scorned and mocked them as an abomination, and the defiler who'd brought him forth. Such hatred would end in tragedy, as some sought to destroy both doctor and creation, and Franziska killed one of her attackers in self-defense, forcing the rest to flee. The story was twisted, however, for their own ends, painting the Creation's actions as savage. For who could ever believe that such a monster was innocent of the crimes by which she stood accused?

Humiliated and outraged by the accusations, Victor's sanity, already frayed from the scorn he'd received, snapped entirely. He looked upon his own kind with the same derision and disdain that he'd been shown in turn. Where once he'd sought to uplift his fellow man with his gifts, he now sought to tear them down. His obsession with his Creation consumed him. If humanity would not accept the New Life he had fashioned, then it would be replaced, burned down so he could start fresh. He would create a race as perfect as he viewed his daughter to be, one free from the corruption of their scorn.

It is unclear what occurred after this- both Doctor and Firstborn vanished, fleeing their accusers for parts unknown. Perhaps, as in the more well-known story, the two wasted away in the dark of some dismal land. Perhaps they still lived, tinkering and tampering with bone and flesh, always chasing their ideal. Perhaps, in this Grail War, Victor can finally achieve his wish- of a humanity crafted by his hands, free of whatever he viewed as a flaw.

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Parameters:

Strength: E
Endurance: D
Agility: C
Mana: A
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: A+

Class Skills

Territory Creation: B
Skill to build a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana. Allows for the creation of Victor's workshop.

Item Construction: C+
Skill to manufacture magical items, from implements of war to items for daily use. Also, this Skill requires time to gather components and manufacture items. Victor was an Alchemist without peer, able to create life, or a semblance of it, with relative ease. Therefore, this skill is more potent when Victor is creating his New Life.

Personal Skills

High Speed Incantation: B-
Skill to speak magical incantations at an accelerated speed, being able to cast spells in half the time they normally would. This skill is weaker than normal in the presence of his creations, as his obsession and excitement toward them distracts him and causes him to stutter and stumble over his words at times.

Father's Obsession: C
A double-edged sword. Victor's obsession with his New Life is exceptionally strong, to the point where he will disdain all others for the sake of his Firstborn, and all others who follow. As such, he is exceptionally resistant to outside mental influence, especially that which would turn him against his creations. However, the fatal flaw of this Skill is that he will also reject his Master's orders, if he deems them as less important or hazardous to him, his creations, and/or their goals.

Bone-Shaper: B
Victor is exceptionally skilled at manipulating flesh and bone through his Alchemy, and also being a capable medical doctor besides. If Victor or his creations are injured, he is typically able to repair whatever damages are inflicted, provided he can retreat to a safe place. He also needs any raw material required to make such repairs, and it is much more difficult to make such repairs to his own body than that of his creations.

Noble Phantasms

Name: Azoth

Title: Divine Spark of Life

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-30

Maximum Number of Targets: 300

Description: A crystal container filled with living lightning, captured, bottled, and harnessed for Victor's use. This Spark is the key to Victor's craft, the power behind his unmatched talents. Azoth is potent enough to power almost any number of constructs, golems, and creatures that Victor may manufacture. Any mundane weapon or object struck by Azoth can also be granted a semblance of life for a brief time, obeying Victor's commands, though this ability is more effective the closer the object is to humanoid form. Note that this ability cannot affect objects with sufficient magic resistance; Mystic Codes and Noble Phantasms are beyond Victor's reach to control and manipulate, for obvious reasons. And finally, when all else fails, Azoth is, ultimately, lightning in a bottle, and perfectly capable of doing damage as a weapon in its own right.

==~==

Name: The Firstborn

Title: Falsely-Living Incarnation

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The first and greatest of Victor's creations, his Firstborn and cherished daughter, named as Franziska by her father. A hauntingly beautiful amalgamation of stolen flesh and metal, eyes glowing electric blue from the spark of life that animates her. Franziska is Victor's daughter, assistant, bodyguard, and vanguard- it is she who charges into battle in her father's place, doing what he cannot. In a sense, she acts as either an extremely-powerful familiar, or a pseudo-Servant to Victor. She is extremely hard to put down- even losing limbs will do little to dissuade her, should she decide you need to be removed. Moreover, the true strength of this Noble Phantasm is in its reactor, the "Bridal Chest." The reactor absorbs energy from Franziska's surroundings to power her, mimicking the skill of Galvanism, and also can discharge such energy as lightning to strike her foes. Finally, should Franziska be destroyed by any means, should the reactor remain, Victor can install it into a new body, or one of his other creations, which will alter the body in question into a new Firstborn, that his best and brightest creation might never truly die.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

The Gravedancer

"Claws to meet claws. Teeth to match teeth. For the living to prosper, the Dead must devour the Dead."

-Kirishima family creed

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Name: Suzaku Kirishima

Title(s): The Gravedancer, Corpse-Swallower, The Undead Slayer

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause

Objective for the Grail: A chance to redeem a costly mistake; a chance to return those who paid the price for him...

Command Seal: Here

Personality: As the head of the Kirishima line of undead slayers, Suzaku has certain expectations to live up to. He is caring of those who serve underneath him, but also stern, for the business of hunting monsters is unforgiving. He is driven and determined, some might say to a fault, always pushing the boundaries of the family's skills and sorcery. He is inquisitive and curious, fascinated by magecraft in general, and how it differs from family to family. But most of all, he is quite straightforward- while certain finesse and strategies are required for survival, Suzaku's problem-solving begins and ends with death, at least for the type of problems he's used to dealing with. He frequently butts heads with delegates and representatives from the Association, as he has little patience for their games, politics, or arrogance.

Bio: Grave robbers. Corpse-stealers. Murderers, defilers, desecrators. The Kirishima clan is neither blind nor deaf to the insults that are hurled their way from more "civilized" or "dignified" magus families. They ignore these barbs, for they know the truth; that many of the families that deride them would not exist without the clan's actions. And they bear the insults, the indignity, for one reason alone: the living must prosper, even if none will thank them for their part in ensuring such things. Thus, the Kirishima accept their role of undead slayers with fervor, for someone must stain their hands, and if not them, than who?

Suzaku is the ninth head of the Kirishima household, a mantle he bears with pride, the first and last line of defense against the tide of the dead and damned. For a time, this role suited him; he grew and perfected his craft, doing more for the Kirishima art than almost any clan head before him. He found siblings and loved ones in the comrades he fought with, brothers and sisters in arms, bound tighter than blood. He found a fervor and zeal for his purpose- living in darkness to fight darkness, that the light may not be snuffed out. He found a great love, an ally without peer, a friend to live and die for. But happiness is fleeting in the Kirishima line of work. And all it takes is a single mistake to rend all that which one holds dear from them.

A careless mistake. An ambush. A battle that was only barely won, and at great cost. When the results of Suzaku's mistake were made clear, his wife and his second-in-command were dead, slain by the enemy in gruesome fashion. Heartbroken, Suzaku returned to his duties, but he was never quite the same- a hollow shell of the man he once was, wrapped around the self-loathing and misery that resulted from his failure. But with despair always comes hope: Suzaku has caught wind of the great competition, the Holy Grail War. And more importantly, the prize: a wish without limit, granted to the victor of the bloody conflict. And Suzaku will be that victor. He will redeem himself, overturn his mistake, and return his love and his dear friend to life...

...For he's not quite certain what he will do with himself should he fail.

---

Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of bones cracking

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

---

Elemental Affinity: Earth and Water; Origin: Conflict and Strife

Magecraft: While far from standard, Suzaku's training in sorcery is still built upon the basics of general magecraft, albeit with a focus on combat, and an emphasis on adaptability. As can be anticipated from any Kirishima worth their salt, though, his true talent lies in necromantic curses- both to poison and maim their mortal enemies, and also to protect from and ward off dark influences. Traditionally, Kirishima must also be skilled in the art of raising undead familiars, as family members who fall in battle are often converted into thralls, that they may earn more honor in battle, even after death.

Crest: 9 Generations

Mystic Codes:

• Azoth Blade- Standard, but still essential- Suzaku carries an Azoth Blade to aid in his rituals.
• Devouring Teeth- Bullets forged with the blood and bones of magi, bearing their spite and grudge and used as a weapon for their wielder. Upon being fired, the bullets seek out the hearts of their targets, felling them handily.
• Red Tears- Crafted from holy metals melted down from Keys of Providence, Red Tears are bullets with the same Conceptual properties as the Keys that they're forged from, forcing the memory of mortality onto vampires, zombies, and other such creatures, rendering them far more vulnerable to destruction. The Tears also carry the same limitations as Keys of Providence, however, in that they only reach their full potential when used on a target who was once Catholic, or has consumed Catholic blood or flesh. Regardless, however, the bullets are effective enough at neutralizing Suzaku's prey, regardless of the nature of the target.

Weapon: Custom LeMat Revolver- A nine-shot revolver with 20-gauge underbarrel shotgun, modified and reinforced, not only to use modern cartridges, but also to withstand the strain of Suzaku's unorthodox ammunition.

Exceptional Benefit: Fallen Leyline Secure- Suzaku has claimed the Fallen Leyline beneath Fuyuki Church as his own, greatly increasing the amount of mana he can provide his Servant.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

You all are... just the best. I'm so glad to have you all here~

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

@cunfuzzler A lighter color would be appreciated, yes.

Also, poor Thorn.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

@DarkBark ...Didn’t realize I hadn’t marked this as “Full” yet. Thanks for the heads up, and I’m sorry for the confusion.