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@Raineh Daze
Sorry, I didn't realize you spoke for the GM. That's not what was said at all.

I'd be a little worried about that if what I wanted to do was wank power levels with you guys, but that's a sad premise for a freeform RP. At first the problem was parameters, which after an explanation @1Charak2 deemed "otherwise fine." Then the problem was that he wanted an amalgamation or more historical context, which I gave and gave alternatives for depending on what was desired to make a silly concept work.

You're well within your rights to find that insufficient since by what has been said you both have a very personal take on Fate lore that adds your conjecture to explicit canon. I figured because of that things would be fine here, but I'm going to be honest this feels a little poisoned with you jumping in. You come across as hostile, and I don't want to spoil people's fun in a PvE by being here if this is how conversations are going to go. I'd rather you have a good game than have to beat me over the head for our differences.

I was willing to do anything including running a completely different character if this was deemed too out of left field, but that was not what was asked of me, bar you, and I have no desire to guess what the clique is thinking tonight. I'm sure you guys will have no problems getting players, otherwise I don't like abandoning threads, but I'm going to have to withdraw from this. Peace.
@1Charak2
That is unfortunate. Do you at least understand the part where I gave you exactly what you asked for?
@1Charak2
Oh, I'm sorry. This is something I've done a fair bit of consideration for but didn't throw much in other than

Accounts from the Revolution and the wars that followed it tell tales of 'a certain Marianne,'

Because normally there's a Legend section to these Fate CS. I tried to keep it a little more minimalist for a Deviation section since the format seemed fun, focusing on the post-death strangeness and amalgamation of minor persons that makes the Spirit what it is. I was too vague or there has been some misunderstanding and I'll try to clear things up so please forgive another long winded post.

The least intrusive explanation for the Servant is that in the legend enabling alt-history of the Nasuverse, at least some of the folklore was telling the truth about a Marie-Anne that otherwise didn't make it into the books. Treating myth as misunderstood alt-history fact seems pretty par for Fate and doesn't intrude on any of the many people from the era that, like you say, have their own business with the Throne. You want them amalgamated with a living person, and I agree because that is already the truth. In this case the supplied person originates from apocrypha of the era. Someone who in reality certainly did not exist as depicted but in a world where every historical figure was actually a cute anime girl, may have.

If we have to cannibalize someone who was probably not just a legend in real life history, no biggie. There is a story that I'm pretty sure originated in tabloids which states that Paul Barras was who choose the name, and he did so because of the wife of Jean-François Reubell. Marie-Anne Mouhat. Not credible history, but she was in arm's reach of Reubell, at least. It leans harder into the identity being thrust upon someone after the fact, but her connections make her my gun-to-my-head choice for a Real Person™ that can hold the bag for us.

I'm happy to run with whichever floats better in your interpretation of the lore. I have a preference because for whatever reason I am happier to go crazy with explaining pure myth than trying to tie a legend to questionable history, but there isn't a whole lot of difference between the two in the grand scheme of things.
Yeah, he's the easiest example to go to for Servants who have a bit of redundancy on their page in the form of a statline that's altered by their skills, since it's his entire bit and all.
@1Charak2
Container base stats, mostly. They're at around the same level of upwards deviation from base as Mr. Jekyll, and like him they have the skew of the final letter grades getting bumped around by skills. Only, instead of Mad Enhancement upping STR it's Jusqu'au upping END. Their array is pretty typical for an Assassin and we see Servants that are even more modern doing about the same. Granted, there are modern chads like Mata Hari who flex by taking E in all fields, but it goes to show there's not exactly a rule to follow. As for the skills, well, one of the p.skills is a replacement bargain for a c.skill and her rank in Charisma is basically a cosmetic that doesn't need to be there if it eases your bookkeeping. Assassin is written to follow pretty closely to the established curve of how weirdo spirits adapt into the Grail War's Servants while still making a run to do something different with the freedom fighter concept. When you cut out the skills which are not just descriptive of the Servant's characteristics they sit right beside their immediate cousins in the kinda wraith/kinda not category, Kojiro and Jack.
Hello! I'm really interested in giving this a try. Here's a character concept I've kicked around in a couple different iterations for Fate stuff. Their historical origin is a little abstract in the Sasaki Kojiro way but I've got other ideas if that's an issue.

Mule was stoic and still as Diver went through her various answers. She didn't have anything to add that the team hadn't presented themselves, or at least thought so, and thought mostly on the answers they'd been given. It was likely infuriating for the analysts that they'd gone and escaped the scope of the simulation when handed an impossible task, but to expect anything less from operatives of their caliber was to sell them short. She found her smile a bit warmer at the thought, returning Chariot's beaming celebration. The rest of the technical details didn't matter to her, but she would wait for the debrief to end before stripping down anyway.

"Understood." Mule said as she held the lanyard up to her face, looking over the details of the card attached before slipping it around her neck and gingerly tucking it down the back of her armor. Then she stepped away as Diver offered some helpful instructions, finding her bag along the room's wall and beginning the process of clicking and ripping off the various buckles and straps that comprised her vest and tactical rigging. Lighter than it had been in the simulation, empty now. They'd really tore into the Retra staff over that one but the attention to detail given in their equipment had been impressive, at least. She made a promise to herself to visit an armory if she could find one.

The gear went back in its bag without a fuss, the same as it had been when she got on the plane that morning and no less worn in despite the memory of a full operation lingering in her head. That felt strange, not to be able to count the scuffs and scrapes with an hour of combat and maneuver still echoing around in her nerves. She shook her head, hoisting up her luggage before turning back.

"Sounds like you've got quite a few facilities for being all the way up here! For now, I think I'll be reporting to the dorms to get my things moved in." Mule shuffled her bag around, moving towards the door before turning again. "Though, If at all possible with my clearance I would like to log at the armory some time soon. The setup in the simulation was authentic enough that I think I can guess what AAR your engineers were reading for my gear." She smiled over at the busily typing desk section. "But I can run heavier than that. Explosives, medical, mobility, whatever the team can put to use."
The twitch brought on by the sudden rush of alarm, long suspended by the process that had submerged her in that virtual world, finally played out as Mule fluttered back to reality. Her boot found the edge of the pod as the jolt of awakening bumped her forehead noisily into the canopy. Less like awakening and more like being thrown back into the body she belonged in, as she sat, held her forehead, and thought about it. The actual feeling, the sudden fear of having her consciousness plucked away, was nowhere to be found even if she could plainly remember it, play out its impulses as if cast back to the second of departure. A minute was just enough time to get to wondering if the simulation ran in real time or not, but as the pod hissed open she was more concerned with pulling herself out of it and looking presentable.

Boots clacked down onto the Vindsvalr's flooring panels as Mule descended, stumbling forwards as the mixture of un-numbing limbs and overcompensation for the dangling weight of the objective nearly toppled her. Tail flicking out as she caught herself and stood up straight in response to Diver's voice, a medley of odd feelings began to filter in. Her thigh felt quite bare without the old drop holster clamped around it. She spared a glance at the stricken Thrones, brow furrowing in concern as the Sankta dabbed at her face even in reality.

"It's an... interesting training medium to be sure. I think that I would be quite confident working with this group in a post-candidacy capacity, and that even if the simulation's objective was voided and the examination seemed to be measuring combat capacity chiefly, as a squad we demonstrated a convincing ability to cooperate."

That was the best she could manage in the quickly growing gulf of silence that seemed to follow Diver's question. It was one thing to point out the group's efficacy, another to think idly that it certainly wasn't her cannonballing into helicopters or shredding platoons of androids. These were strong fighters she was standing beside, and if that was Retra's expected mission profile she was left wondering what exactly in her portfolio had turned a head. Useless thoughts for now, she reminded herself, standing by and smiling idly as she listened to the other thoughts given.
Mule found her guard quite down for the overwhelming reaction the rest of the team put up, ceasing her own fire as Strix and their melee contingent saw to the massacre of the androids. She even had a spare second to stare as one of their number was hurled into the belly of the VTOL, gutting the beast and spiking it down onto the pavement with a hopefully survivable landing. She moved out from behind her bullet riddled cover, passing by the stricken Thrones to shoot a quick look up and down the street before doubling back. Remnants of virtual glass crunching underfoot as she went, the siren that spelled trouble blaring in the distance.

"We need to shift positions after that siren. Maybe we can get this examination in on the move, or anywhere that isn't here." She looked between Vlad and Thrones, offering her arm down to the kneeling Sankta. "Let's get her stood up or carried, and go."

The transaction of force wasn't going to be in their favor anymore if they couldn't simply pin the enemy to the ground on arrival, that much, if little else, was clear to her. It wasn't thinking within the requirements of the simulation, but they now had two casualties to lumber around.

Her head turned to the outside once more, and the growing congregation around the downed aircraft. "Or loaded in, supposing we have a pilot," She said. Unfortunately, the extent of her training was for operations from aircraft, and a passenger with style was still a passenger.
An open lobby posed just as many problems as an open street, perhaps more if you wanted to forebode about the building coming down with them in it rather than in its shadow. She decided to worry instead about the things she could fix. Mule broke the doorway first, shield up and at the front as the group staked its way into the skyscraper's ground floor. Ten meters in and not receiving fire she stepped out to the side, reversing to face the door so that more mobile operators and their wounded could carry the pace into the room. As Chariot looked over the wall outside the promising set of sliding doors Mule crept backward, keeping the rear of the group and turning to look over the elevators herself as they all settled in.

"Might as well kill ourselves as ride separate passenger lifts up without this building cleared." Mule spoke up, looking up at the ceiling and shallowly into experience Cut cables, no guarantee the line was in service, uncertain resistance further up, there was no other way she thought to put it. "Let's poke deeper in, find the utility section, a freight..."

She cut off as the brutal concussion of jet engines echoed into the room, off streets and windows, shaking the glass fixtures through the lobby as an aircraft held off the ground outside. That was trouble enough. Mule's body spun to follow her head, shield first eclipsing her before her elbow crooked out just past its protective edge as she drew her pistol. Mere seconds for the attackers to dismount, about one for Mule to clock that they weren't already pulped by the gunship's armament. She braced her pistol and opened fire, one pane shattering an instant before the rest disintegrated under the androids' barrage.

A few impacts whistled and clanged off of the Defender's shield, projectiles glanced wide into the terrain or immediately mangled into a dangerous cloud of spall leaving distinctive black sunbursts across the armor face. She hurried off a set of shots, responding to the contact and staying out to give the rest of the group a chance to cover or retaliate before she joined Chariot in ducking down. Mule drew her arms in, crossing them defensively and angling her shield up over herself as the occasional ricocheting bullet or debris from the mess the androids were making from the lobby clanked off of her. Passing her weapon into her shield hand for a moment, she reached down and patted the scuffed extent of her jacket to make sure her earlier guess was correct. She pushed and prodded the cylinders of a few smoke grenades before putting a finger back up to the radio. No point trying to screech over a fusillade coming from so close.

"Mule here, I have signals. Unknown if enemy is on vis or IR detection, smoke available if we have a way to punch out of this. Over."

With that, she went back to her gun, twisting her wrist and sticking the handgun out over the top of her shield to blindly put a few shots on their new robotic suppressors. The last thing they needed was to go totally cold and let the enemy walk right up to them. This was the fire element, clearly, and already she turned her head to search for some yet unseen avenue that a prospective maneuver element would be using to encircle them. An offshoot hallway undefended, the very elevator shafts they had been about to survey, with their luck an IFV driven through the wall.
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