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Fate/Finem Venatus RP

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Name: Natsumi Yumitsu

Age: 21

Gender: grill

Nationality: Japan

Height/Weight: 155cm, 48kg

Appearance:

Personality: Cheery, a bit ditzy, and a whole bundle of energy, especially when singing. Almost always has a smile on her face. At least when she's still in business mode in her persona. Outside of business, she's more controlled, and normal.

Weapon: -

Abilities:
-Sings real good.
-Cooks real good.
-Enormous amount of prana due to circuit mutations.

History/Background: While normal people do not usually have a chance to participate in the Grail Wars as a Master, or even have any notable amounts of magic circuits, Natsumi was born with a large amount of circuits. Of course, since she was born to a normal family, her circuits remained inactive for a good long part of her life. That was until she was well into her career as an Idol. Natsumi was.... relieving herself of her stress one night, before an unusual feeling came over her. When she finally peaked, that feeling exploded into being sharp and electric. When she finally came to herself, she was a bit surprised to find herself drooling on the floor. She didn't think too much of it though; having a more explosive experience than usual was normal from time to time she'd think. After all, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary afterwards, and her monthly health check revealed nothing unusual as well.

Nothing unusual with her health, that was true. However, any mage worth their salt would now find her circuits awakened. With the amount and quality that she had, there was no escaping the Grail War, regardless if she had wanted to or not.

Assets: Her entire savings from her Idol status.

Fate/Finem Venatus RP

Servants

Class:Rider

Master: -None at the moment-

True Name: All of them are true, and yet all of them are fake. Not revealed at the moment.

Gender: -

Height/ Weight: 1.59m, 60kg

Alignment: Neutral

True Appearance:


Outfits: Nothing, they would prefer being in spirit form instead.

Personality: Very untalkative, any other questions that could not be answered with yes or no would unlikely be answered. They would still, however, respond to the Master's orders, and tend to their needs if needed, but do not expect the Rider to hold a glorious conversation. After all, their own legend does not portray them as being talkative, with very few words spoken, if at all.

Stats: (From E to A+, E being the worst, A+ being the highest)

Strength: C

Endurance: C+

Agility: B

Magical Energy: A

Luck: D

Class Abilities:
Riding: A
Magical Resistance: B

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation: A
Instinct: B
Disengage: C

Phantasms:

Herald for the Wicked:
Type: Passive
Rank: C
Range: 30, 60, 90

Where the Rider goes to war, a fey mist follows, obscuring vision and senses, making sound echo. This makes it harder to detect where the Rider is.

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Type: ???
Rank: ???
Range: ???
Maximum number of targets: ???

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

She was almost hyperventilating by now. Strange facilities, crazed scientists, and now.... They were all going to die from this Cruxi attack. It was a hopeless situation, the whole human army was fighting them out there with barely any progress, and these people here, regardless of how well armed they were, wouldn't be able to stand long against them. The idiot boy before started to hand out weapons, before one of those scary men destroyed his.... thingy. Then just like that, they were handed weapons.

She stared long and hard at hers, some sort of futuristic looking pistol in dull grey and shiny black polymer. It was heavier than she expected. It would be the only thing keeping her from dying if they ever encounter Cruxi.

Some of them were already trying to speak to each other, giving out their names and such. It wasn't such an outlandish thing to do, she thinks it had something to do with coping with the current situation, just something to allay the fear for a while. Panicking wouldn't do anyone any good after all. To top it all off, two people went running off, saying something about fighting them. Are they stupid? Dear god, how would any of them survive this if they were as dumb as rock with the survival instinct of a jellybean?

Before they could get any farther though, a spartan warrior whizzed by her at breackneck speed, and kicked the two back towards them, as the other spartans raised their weapons. For an instant, she thought they were going to be shot at, before a cruxi crashed into the spartan that had kicked those two to safety. The cruxi almost tore through the lone spartan, before the spartan managed to get the upper hand and gut it. She couldn't move, her legs that had felt like limp noodles just a few minutes ago now felt like mush.

Manami realized suddenly her pistol was still smoking, her arms aching from the recoil of the gun. Was she shooting at it unconsciously? The shots must have gone astray though, or the cruxi didn't even notice a few bullets hitting it. It was like something from out of an old scifi movie, where the robots are immune to everything except for one obscure thing the heroes will discover later.

“Good… Then let’s go,” the scientist said.

She twitched at that, hastily forcing her legs to work, sidling closer to the greenhaired girl who smiled at her earlier.

They arrived at the hangar bay, where a white robot thing was moving things into the ship. Manami had almost started shooting before she realized moving boxes and crates doesn't exactly spell doom for mankind. So this ship was where they were going to be in for the rest of their lives or until the Cruxi was defeated? That would take.... forever. What she just saw in that corridor proved the rest of mankind, without access to these spartan's equipments, would be doomed to lose the war.

“…Well then… Children, board the Izanagi and prepare yourselves for departure. There are Spartans and Omegas on the ship who will protect you, find them and stay with them. Ignore the White Framework as it does its work, and your Father will be coming shortly,”

It was basically imprisonment, and the only other choice was to sit here and die as Cruxii things tore her apart. She glanced at the greenhaired girl for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Nothing comes to mind at the moment, so Manami decided it could wait until they were safely aboard, and in no danger of being killed horribly. That being said, she wasn't moving until the rest did, or at least the greenhaired girl did.

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Also, I lurk a lot and tend not to post in the OOC much. Just a heads up in case someone thinks i'm MIA or somehting. ^^;

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

She jerked violently as a hand touched her shoulder. Manami looked up to see a reassuring smile from a green haired girl. How... how can they be so calm in a situation like this? A bit further off another girl flashed her a smile as well. Despite herself, she felt a little bit better. Surely if she could survive this, she would be able to go home. Hopefully... maybe... Something to hold on to at least. The snacks the professor brought out didn't feel right however, as the sinking feeling in her stomach grew heavier, before his offhand comment about what they were going to face confirmed her fears. Solitary confinement... that was the thing they would use in prison to punish people in tv. It would be even worse for the girls, since she doubted anyone would know or care enough to act if people got raped during the duration. Which would almost certainly happen since the professor revealed they were also very expendable.

"I know... I know. I'm just fucking frustrated of all the years I may have potentially wasted... The staff already knows what to do with all of our data here; transfer it then destroy everything else. We're abandoning the facility... Looks like Papa has to take us all somewhere else. It isn't safe here anymore."

While Manami was only half listening to the professor's words, them going to abandon the facility they had just arrived in did not bode well. There were guards everywhere, with people wielding guns as well. If the professor felt threatened, then that means whatever it was wouldn't be fazed by guns or their numbers. She didn't wanna die, but her fears made her legs feel like limp noodles. Hopefully that kid there with some sort of idiotic streak doesn't get them all killed with his stupidity.

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

I wish for the cockpit of mine to be like Anemone's... :C

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

This... this was way out of her league.

Tsukihime Manami stood at the back of the group, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Questions raced though her mind, but words would not come out of her mouth. How... how was one to respond to this sort of outlandish situation? There were scary robot men with guns, robot thingies with guns, and scary men with guns. Just plain men with guns kidnapped her before, with a bag over her head, quickly subduing her before she was brought here shivering with fear.

A loud shot reverberated through the room.

Manami gave a muffled scream, as she quickly clapped her hands over her mouth and squatted down. Did he kill one of them? No, it was simply that boy's thingy he was playing with. How stupid can he be? What if he got all of them killed over his toys?

She had the dreadful feeling that she wasn't ever going to see home again, or her brother.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

She simply shrugged at that MRE thing, and went alone, waving goodbye to Nena. It didn't look like she was in any mood for anything at the moment. Well, it was unfortunate, but Reve was feeling a little bored. Graham was out either so she can't run out and tackle hug one of her better rivals just for sport. Singing to herself, she walked leisurely towards the mess hall.

"Oi, gimme food." After she got some food from the guy in charge, she sat down by herself. Exia was great. But there was MSes that even it can't defeat alone. What she needed was more power, more speed. Enough to even overpower that Graham and that Ali with no problems. If only she could experiment with all the spare parts about....

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Rai, your mech is op. Not only does he have a very powerful last ability which would require some huge beam weapon to counter from the enemy, but your primary makes the thing good across the board with no apparent weaknesses. Plus, the way you word the primary makes it seem as if it could even integrate more codes, making it essentially a one man army.

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

App

Pilots

Name: Tsukihime, Manami

Age: 16

Appearance:


Personality: Usually very well mannered and sweet, prone to avoiding violence when she can, and tries to be agreeable with everyone. Usually.

Battle-Style: Medium ranged combatant.

Hospitalized Special One: Her brother, and only family.

Background: She was born on one of the outer rim planets, where she had a relatively quiet life with her family. After finishing grade school, Manami was sent to a school somewhere out on the inner side planets, where she lived with one of her grandparents. It was the sole reason she did not burn with the rest of her planet as the Cruxi attacked. It was like a dream to her then, a bad nightmare narrated in a foreign language, unreal and intangible. It was very hard to believe her family would just.... disappear like that.
When the refugee ships started arriving, she waited at the port every day, anticipating their arrival everyday, but returned disappointed each time. One day however, her brother returned to her, though it was not the happy reunion she had hoped for. His body was badly burned, caught in some explosion that had also put him in a deep coma. It was something to think about, but there was still the loss of her other family members.If that wasn't bad enough, she was captured when she was on the way to visit her brother at the hospital, and put in a mech with no real explanation other than she was to become a soldier to kill Cruxi.

Other things: notice me senpai

Frameworks

Framework Name: Siegfried

Appearance:

The cape is actually a composite material designed as a heat sink, being tough, durable, and flexible enough to resemble cloth.

Primary Weapon-Type: A longsword with a sheath. It has Gramr etched on its handle. The most distinctive of its weaponries.

Secondary Weapon Type: Wrist mounted claws, sharp and tough enough to tear through most materials. When not deployed it functions as wrist mounted machineguns firing compressed quantum particles at a high rate. Its relatively powerful, but prone to overheating if fired non stop.

Side-socket 1: Disruptor dust grenades. Designed to refract and dissipate energy beams from most kinds of energy weapons.

Side-socket 2: Super heated throwing daggers. It heated, and its hot. Its also a dagger that can be thrown so its pointy part sticks into things. Since its also heated it tends to go in deep.

Special Ability: The crystals on its body starts emitting quantum particles, in a rare example of bumblebee logic. The particles, wreathing Siegfried's entire body, has the curious property of enhancing and boosting it's abilities, primarily it's agility. A secondary effect, would be collecting those particle and actually creating (a) solid weapon(s) in hand(s) as long as it continues generating particles. The particle weapons are almost always simple weapons, as complex circuitry and set up like a large laser gun are hard to replicate. As a product of particles forced together, the weapons created in this manner are always unstable and prone to exploding if outside the generated particles range, and as such cannot be used safely by other mechs or the likes.