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Fate/bizarro alternative

Assassin of Black

Name: Okada Izou

Class: Assassin

Appearance: "I am a manslayer..."

Personality: A swordsman above all others, Okada Izou is what could only be described as a "once in a lifetime genius". He dedicated himself to the blade and cold hard cash above all else. He's a man who is true to his won desires above all else, embracing his base desires with no hesitation. Gambling, alcohol, women, but above all else, Okada Izou loves killing. He relishes his title of Manslayer and will have no problems obeying his Master so long as he's allowed to kill. He mocks samurai and their codes of honor, all that matters is the kill in the end.

Alignment: "I'm a manslayer, I kill whoever I'm told to kill." (Neutral Evil)

Faction: Black Team/Ainsworths

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Stats:

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

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Class Skills:

- Presence Concealment B: Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear completely and become nearly impossible to be detected. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Personal Skills:

- Manslayer A: A practical form of swordplay focused on nothing but victory, unsuited for one whose soul seeks out the truth of the blade. Yet that is why it is strong, and so brittle. Against human targets, or even partially human targets, Okada Izou's blade is considered the most deadly. Any wound inflicted by Okada takes significantly longer to heal, resulting in real consequences should a Servant take damage from Okada in battle.

- Eye of the Mind (False) B: This is a natural talent to foresee/sense and avoid danger on the basis of an innate 6th sense, intuition, or prescience. The accuracy of this instinct can be augmented by experience. The ability also grants an effect of offering resistance against penalties caused by visual obstructions.

-One with the Sword, as Swift and Nimble as a Falcon A: These words were used to describe Izou's sword when he was still seeking knowledge in dojos during the Edo period. As a heroic spirit, this ideology has evolved to become his entire body. Every inch of his body can be compared to a sword, as even a finger can slice through bone. Essentially making his whole body the lethal weapon he wanted to be in life.

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Noble Phantasm:

Name: Shimatsuken: Settlement Sword
Rank: -
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: A plain katana.
Effects: Manslayer Izou's heretic blade. A noble phantasm that allows him to reproduce any sword technique he's seen before as his own. When summoned, this includes the techniques he remembers from his life, but even after that, by seeing new techniques, it is possible to enhance this even further.
However, what he can reproduce is limited to swordplay, and only anti-unit skills at that. Those whose techniques depend solely on the characteristics of their noble phantasm may prove impossible to reproduce.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@KoL

Yeah, just not sure what to post about at the moment. Sorry, I'll try and get something up soon.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Alright, well I think I've changed everything I need to then.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@PKMNB0Y

So what you're suggesting is that instead of just shrugging off wounds at the end of a battle, there would be a real possibility for Servants to actually bleed out if they don't get properly healed? Kinda like Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe? If that's the case I see no problems.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@PKMNB0Y

Any chance we could buff Endurance to at least C? Otherwise I have no problems with the stats spread.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Ah hello there. I might be jumping the gun a little bit, but it looks like Assassin of Black might be open?

Assassin of Black

Name: Okada Izou

Class: Assassin

Appearance: "I am a manslayer..."

Personality: A swordsman above all others, Okada Izou is what could only be described as a "once in a lifetime genius". He dedicated himself to the blade and cold hard cash above all else. He's a man who is true to his won desires above all else, embracing his base desires with no hesitation. Gambling, alcohol, women, but above all else, Okada Izou loves killing. He relishes his title of Manslayer and will have no problems obeying his Master so long as he's allowed to kill. He mocks samurai and their codes of honor, all that matters is the kill in the end.

Alignment: "I'm a manslayer, I kill whoever I'm told to kill." (Neutral Evil)

Faction: Black Team/Ainsworths

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Stats:

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

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Class Skills:

- Presence Concealment B: Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear completely and become nearly impossible to be detected. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Personal Skills:

- Manslayer A: A practical form of swordplay focused on nothing but victory, unsuited for one whose soul seeks out the truth of the blade. Yet that is why it is strong, and so brittle. Against human targets, or even partially human targets, Okada Izou's blade is considered the most deadly. Any wound inflicted by Okada takes significantly longer to heal, resulting in real consequences should a Servant take damage from Okada in battle.

- Eye of the Mind (False) B: This is a natural talent to foresee/sense and avoid danger on the basis of an innate 6th sense, intuition, or prescience. The accuracy of this instinct can be augmented by experience. The ability also grants an effect of offering resistance against penalties caused by visual obstructions.

-One with the Sword, as Swift and Nimble as a Falcon A: These words were used to describe Izou's sword when he was still seeking knowledge in dojos during the Edo period. As a heroic spirit, this ideology has evolved to become his entire body. Every inch of his body can be compared to a sword, as even a finger can slice through bone. Essentially making his whole body the lethal weapon he wanted to be in life.

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Noble Phantasm:

Name: Shimatsuken: Settlement Sword
Rank: -
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: A plain katana.
Effects: Manslayer Izou's heretic blade. A noble phantasm that allows him to reproduce any sword technique he's seen before as his own. When summoned, this includes the techniques he remembers from his life, but even after that, by seeing new techniques, it is possible to enhance this even further.
However, what he can reproduce is limited to swordplay, and only anti-unit skills at that. Those whose techniques depend solely on the characteristics of their noble phantasm may prove impossible to reproduce.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Mourningstar

Mourningstar groaned as the Wispmother contented herself with simply waiting and watching. Damnit, how the fuck was she supposed to talk to these things? "Gah, never mind. Hopefully you'll attack the Goblins when they get close enough." She then began to float towards the Bonfire once more, gearing up for the Goblin's assault. "I have no idea if you can understand me, but if you can... please focus on the Goblins. The other monsters are good."

She moved back to the Bonfire quickly, taking note of what everyone was doing as best as she could. Nobody needed direction, this was good. She then moved towards Digbie, sighing as she realized what he was doing. "You have the right idea Digbie, but you're too far away. Try and get close enough that you can see what you're hitting, but far away enough that they still can't see you." Which was exactly what she proceeded to do. Mourningstar dimmed her light as best as she could as she got closer (square G8), floating upwards near a cluster of stalactites as she Focused on creating a Mana Blade.

Then she released it. It was aimed at an exposed Goblin, not the big angry one, but definitely one of the ones who weren't holding a shield. She then proceeded to retreat backwards (square I9) near Digbie, nodding as he hopefully understood what he needed to do.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Archer of Lightning?

@Reflection @ManyThings @Kyuuzen @DostHou

A few more Masters and Servants showed up, some of which carrying bottles of alcohol with them. Tesla noted them quietly, checking on the progress of his delivery people. Oh good, they were almost here. He had been so busy he had forgotten to bring his own beer as the invite stated, but he did bring something with him to the meeting. He was just waiting for the delivery people to arrive.

BANG

The doors slammed open as Roland appeared, Tesla noted his wrapped arm with distaste. To think that he would be allowed in with such a monstrosity on him, absolutely disgusting. His metal fingers tapped a rhythm into the chair, he ignored the similarities between their situations easily.

BANG

The door slammed again, this time it slammed shut though. Another Master entered rambling about sieges and a lack of time. Tesla frowned as glared at the man. "Your own personal problems are no cause to be rude. The fact that you were invited here is something you should be thankful for you idiot. I can guarantee we all have much more to worry about then a petty siege, so I suggest you sit down and shut up lest you piss off a much meaner Servant."

A maid entered next, a homunculus from what Tesla could tell. This could only mean she was a representative of the Einzbern, however the words that came out of her mouth were sure to catch everyone's attention. "I come on behalf of Mistress Sophia Tohsaka, formerly von Einzbern, who has sent me to relay information back and forth from the meeting to herself and vice versa." Tesla's mood abruptly changed at this announcement, however not in the way one would expect.

A the sound of metal hitting metal over and over came from his side of the room, along with a great smile and a standing Tesla. He was clapping with his robotic arms, which made for quite a strange sound. "How wonderful! Relay my congratulations to the happy couple, it is always good to see love flourish!" He stopped clapping after a few seconds, much to the relief of everyone in the room most likely, and was now writing something down from a notepad he had inexplicably produced from somewhere on his person.

His writing was quickly interrupted by two things. First of all, the lovely young lady in the dress standing in front of him with an outstretched hand. Second, the notice that his delivery was almost here. Might as well take care of things in order. He shook the Matou's hand gently, she was of course a lady, noting the lack of insects in her presence. Good, he hated those things. She would notice how cold his hands were of course, but they were made of metal so it was only to be expected.

Now onto the next thing. He walked over to the door, acknowledging Sigurd with a single nod as he exited the building. What stood outside waiting for him could only be described as, bizarre.

A veritable army of pigeons stood outside, carrying several cardboard boxes filled with pizza. Of course pizza hadn't been invented yet, so nobody would know exactly what this was, but anyone familiar with italian cuisine would recognize it as being similar to focaccia. He collected up the boxes quickly, stacking them on top of each other with ease. Tesla had soon collected all the boxes, reentering the building and leaving the pigeons outside to do whatever pigeons did.

Anyone looking at the pigeons would easily see that these weren't the real deal though, they were just too perfect. They carried no dirt, no smell, no warmth, they were simply machines built in the image of a pigeon. Tesla loved them all regardless. After a few minutes of pecking about the place, they scattered about the area, some returning to the Church, some just flying around, while a few perched on the roof of the Hotsprings.

"Apologies, I needed to step out to retrieve some food I brought for the meeting. I couldn't procure any alcohol unfortunately, the stall that I had been buying from was destroyed during the fire. Instead I brought pizza." He did not elaborate on what pizza was, he just set the many boxes down on a table and returned to his seat.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Foreigner's Lowlands

@Cu Chulainn

He bristled as the man with the dumb glasses laughed, pacing back and forth as he tested the limits of his boundary. Conceptual river huh? Smart, very smart. He vaguely noted how dry these lands were, likely the doing of a Servant. FUJIMURA had dropped the Ghoul on the ground, he thought about ordering it to break its bonds and attack for a moment before shaking his head. Pointless, if it could break out it would have done so by now. He also thought about destroying the Ghoul right now, but there was no point. Now was the time to wait and see.

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

Oh great, they have their own little song and dance. He watched the ritual with disinterest, rolling his eyes under the hood as stomped on the ground like a group of apes attempting to scare off another group of apes. "Are we really doing this? While this is very funny, I do have better things to do with my night. I don't exactly have a lot of time in the day to do things."

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

Alright, we're doing this. The Cursed Apostle crossed his arms and stared at FUJIMURA, waiting for the big magic attack to annihilate him in one blast, inevitably wasting all their magic energy so he could just dodge it and then get to work on the talismans around him. What he did not expect was for them to all yell in sync.

"Freeze, Monster! Stay where you are!"

He felt his entire body seize, forced to watch FUJIMURA as he leapt towards the Cursed Apostle with hand outstretched. Oh good, the idiot had decided to come into the tiger cage. He stared at FUJIMURA wth arms crossed, waiting for the last possible second to kill the fool yakuza. His eyes glowed within the bounds of his hood, lighting his face up for but a brief moment to reveal a very distinctive feature. A very unique set of glasses.

Hate. The energy that pierced FUJIMURA's chest could only be described as hate made tangible, hate for everything that FUJIMURA was. It was a curse that was not a curse, the power of Mystic Eyes refracted endlessly until it became a tangible force of hate. The force behind the blast was enough to throw FUJIMURA onto the ground, leaving him to writhe in pain as the Cursed Apostle smiled victoriously. It would drain FUJIMURA of his life, his Od, his very being. There was no escape, he merely stared at FUJIMURA until he died.

"You can blame your friend for this. Were it not for him, I would have never become this. I just wanted to talk. He never told you that though did he, he probably never even mentioned that to you. I was just another that he decided to punish." The Cursed Apostle strained his muscles, attempting to regain control of his body in case FUJIMURA somehow powered through this beam of hate.

But FUJIMURA would likely be on death's door by now, the power of Mystic Eyes of Draining enhanced by Mystic Eye Refractors was no joke. Especially at such close range, he would likely struggle to even think coherent thoughts as his body was killed by hate incarnate.

With what little movement he could muster the Cursed Apostle shook his hood off and revealed his face to FUJIMURA and his men, making sure the last thing he ever saw was the face of the man who killed him. "When you go to whatever barbaric afterlife you backwoods Magus believe in, let your god know that ■■■■■■■■■■■■ sent you there." Whenever their leader died, the Cursed Apostle would stare at the next yakuza member, his smile filled with bloodlust. "Now then. Who's next?"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Foreigner's Lowlands

@Cu Chulainn

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He had been on his way to the Outskirts when he felt his Ghoul coming towards him, which was very wrong considering he had been trying to keep his Ghoul as far away from him as possible. He hadn't even made it on purpose, it just kind of happened after he was done feeding on one of those annoying sacks of blood. The thing had gone berserk, but he had dominated it with ease and bent it to his will. Now he had the Ghoul out looking for workshops, but it wasn't very good at that. What a worthless Ghoul. Now it was rapidly approaching him, interrupting his journey to the Outskirts of Fuyuki. He had tried to look through its eyes to see what it was doing, only to find nothing, as if something was blocking the connection.

How annoying. All the time he had put into keeping himself hidden, only to be thwarted by his own stupid Ghoul. Stupid, stupid Ghoul. Even now those things he hated tracked him down via the karmic lines, something he was all too familiar with. It can't be helped he supposed, let them come. Perhaps if he was lucky he could snag a snack before he continued on his way. At the very least he could get rid of this stupid Ghoul right now, he just needed a little bit of time to assess the situation. He checked himself over once, twice, they were almost here.

Thus he had decided to stand his ground here, in the Foreigner's Lowlands. There they are, the ones who captured his ghoul. He could see it bound on the man's back, that man that he hated so. "What in the world are those monstrosities on his face though?" He muttered to himself as he bounced on his feet a few times. The yakuza threw something at him, but it was as if it was in slow motion. The talismans struck the ground around nothing, the Cursed Apostle had changed positions faster than FUJIMURA had expected. It was a simple task for him to speed away from whatever trap he was trying to make before it could activate, if his calculations were correct his Agility was Servant level at the moment.

If this had been before, he might have decided to begin taunting the yakuza, striking up a friendly conversation as he plotted out how to kill the man known as FUJIMURA. Now though, he didn't really care. Not when he had noticed that FUJIMURA was carrying his Ghoul, setting himself up for failure. "You've already lost you know." He said neutrally as he stared at the bound Ghoul. FUJIMURA would note that the Cursed Apostle's face was obscured by the hood of his jacket, every inch of his skin was covered by some sort of clothing really. However if he was really paying attention, FUJIMURA might notice a hint of red through the white gloves that he wore. But that attention would be his downfall. "Now please die."

And then the Ghoul burst into flames.

Of course this included FUJIMURA as well considering he was carrying the Ghoul, giving this Cursed Apostle the perfect opportunity to run. The moment FUJIMURA took his eyes off of him, two things happened. A bright flash filled the area, blinding his men who were keeping watch while FUJIMURA got rid of the flaming Ghoul on his back. A few seconds later, he had disappeared. No trace of his magical energy, no trace of his physical presence, the Cursed Apostle had just vanished in a bright flash of light.