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Uno Mundus -Uncovering the World Secret-

Shoplifting/theft: "What? Money? Pfft."

Fate/Cerulean

EDIT: Err... Might have to make Fake Assassin. Maybe another Master if I have time.

Napoleon Bonaparte, Servant Rider

Class: Rider
Master:
True Name: Napoleon Bonaparte, King of the Artillery
Gender:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: Because it wouldn't be a Grail War without at least one...
Personality: Rider is quite tomboyish and prideful in nature, and usually very professional in outward appearance as well. Despite this though, Rider is generally very good-natured and enjoys speaking casually with others. A 'Father to His Men' in death as well as in life. As a general, Rider is also very pragmatic, though still willing to show mercy to worthy opponents and showing preference to battling with a sense of honor.

Also, Rider's tsundere as fuck. Seriously.
Stats:

Strength: D

Endurance: C

Agility: A

Magical Energy: C

Luck: A

Noble Phantasm: A+

Class Skills:
Riding
Expertise to ride animals and vehicles.

A: All creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts. This rank is high enough to have aptitude for the Rider Class.

Magic Resistance
Grants protection against magical effects. Differently from the Resistance effect that merely rejects prana, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

D: Cancel Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy

Personal Skills:
Military Tactics
Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

A

Charisma
The natural talent to command an army. Increases the ability of allies during group battles.

A: Can be said to have achieved the greatest level of popularity as a human being.

Eye of Mind (True)
A heightened capacity for observation, refined through experience.

B: Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

Noble Phantasms:
Grande Armée: Thunderous Fanfare of the Imperial Battery
A++, Anti-Army
The crystallization of Napoleon's army. However, rather than summoning the Grande Armée itself, Napoleon summons forth its legendary firepower.

Using this Noble Phantasm, Napoleon can deploy multiple guns and cannons at will, allowing for a very versatile Noble Phantasm. Additionally, each piece counts as its own separate Phantasm, meaning if Rider breaks one, it doesn't break the whole set. In terms of power based on the standard damage/Strength scale, generally muskets are around E-Rank, rifles are around D-Rank, motars are around C-Rank, area of effect cannons are around B-Rank, and precision cannons are around A-Rank.

Marengo: World Spirit on Horseback
B, Anti-Unit (Self)
Rider's favoured mount, the eponymous grey Arabian horse that carried Rider through most of his military career.

In life, Marengo was wounded eight times and still managed to carry Rider through the Napoleonic Wars. Thus, it was crystallized as the concept of 'absorbing eight mortal wounds'. So long Marengo is near Rider, any eight mortal wounds that were to heavily damage Rider will affect Marengo instead. However, after eight wounds, Marengo will disappear.
Misc:

Hassan-i Sabbah, Servant Assassin (True)

Class: Assassin (True)
True Name: Hassan-i Sabbah, The Old Man of the Mountain
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Appearance: Spooky.
Personality: With a voice of the most deadpan variety, True Assassin's naturally a pretty serious guy, preferring things to be simple and straightforward. Quick and efficient, like an assassin should be. He's loyal to his Master, and unwaveringly devoted to completing his objectives, no matter what is asked of him. He might not like it, but he'll still do it, albeit begrudgingly. Fortunately, he's much less of a spoilsport when he gets going with his Noble Phantasm.
Stats:

Strength: D

Endurance: D

Agility: A-

Magical Energy: C

Luck: E

Noble Phantasm: C++

Class Skills:
Presence Concealment
The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant.

A+: It is possible to disappear completely and become almost impossible to be detected. However, efficiency will decrease once preparations to attack are taken.

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation
The strength of vitality for predicaments. Also, the ability to withdraw from combat and reach allied territory alive after being defeated.

A+: Makes possible to fight even with deadly injuries and can remain alive so long as one does not destroy the brain.

Self-Modification
The aptitude to merge one's own flesh with body parts of others. The higher the ranking in this skill, the further away one is from being a proper hero.

A

Projectile (Daggers)
The expertise for throwing projectile weapons; in this case, daggers.

B: Thrown projectile weapons are now comparable to bullets.

Mental Pollution
Makes it highly possible to shut out any mental interference Thaumaturgy, due possessing a distorted mentality. However, at the same time it becomes impossible to come to an understanding with individuals that do not possess an equivalent rank of mental pollution.

X: See Noble Phantasm. Assassin, at basic, does not actually possess this skill.

Noble Phantasms:
Zabaniya: Delusional Graverobber
C++, Anti-Unit
The bodily alteration of one who received the title of Hassan-i Sabbah. In this case, the integration of a ghul - different from Nasuverse!Ghouls, these are a type of shapeshifting jinn that dwells in deserts and burial grounds, and consumes the dead, among other things - into oneself.

This ability allows Assassin to integrate the body parts of the deceased into his own body. Upon invoking the name of his Zabaniya, Assassin can fashion his raw bodily materials into whatever he pleases, limited only by the amount of material he has available. While this use is mostly activated to assist in combat ability, it does possess the ability to change into one of the deceased it has consumed, assuming the entire corpse was integrated... However hiding the extra body mass from all the other corpses is a whole different problem entirely. In addition to its bodily integration aspect as well an increase in Strength and Endurance parameters depending on the amount and quality of the bodies at hand. Unfortunately, after consuming somewhere between 10-20 bodies, or one Servant or Master, Assassin's mentality will begin to degrade, at a rate equal to Mental Pollution of (E-)-Rank. This increases to E, D, and so on for every Servant or Master integrated, while mundane corpses will only increase it by a +, with 4 +'s equating to a Rank-Up. This effect can be reduced a single rank by disposing of the attached bodies, though the rest of the ranks are permanent, and reintegrating the bodies not only restores it, but increases it further by how many bodies have been consumed.
Misc:

Nigel Cress, Master of Archer (Command Seals)

Name: Nigel Cress
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: September 17
Personality: For a guy whose job is all about killing people, Nigel is surprisingly friendly and optimistic. He understands that sometimes people need to die, but it isn't as if he's some killing machine with no emotions. He can actually be swayed into not putting a bullet into one's head, assuming that the person doing the swaying is someone he trusts or respects, and not merely a man begging for his life. He isn't really the type to consider lives 'disposable' whether they be human or not, and actually pretty emotional, all things considered. Lastly, due to a side effect of his Origin, Nigel fancies himself a bit of a storyteller and likes to make records of events.
Appearance: His eyes are blue, by the way
Biography and Family History: The Cress family of magi is a rather old one. Though, despite the family's wide and varied history of magecraft, almost none of it matters since Nigel did not receive the family's Magic Crest. However, there is only one anecdote of notability: their participation in the Heaven's Feel of 1938, the Third Holy Grail War. Long story short, they ended up becoming pals with the von Einzberns after allying with them and survived the war.

Nigel himself was born in Cornwall as the latter of two twins. His juniority, compounded with his lack of inborn talent and odd Origin/Element combination made it quite obvious which of the twins was to get the Magic Crest. Despite this handicap, however, Nigel was still determined to study the craft, but due to his lack of a basic element, he was absolutely terribad at most of the family spells he could pick up from the library and eavesdropping on his brother's lessons. However, he noted that he was much better at using Runes, Bounded Fields, and Formalcraft rituals than anybody in his family. Unbeknownst to him, this was due to his Origin of "Composition".

Unlike the rest of his family, Nigel opted to join the Mage's Association, where he spent most of his teenage years learning Magecraft he could actually deal with. Unfortunately, he wasn't very well treated due to the status of the Rune and Formalcraft schools of Magecraft being looked down upon. Figuring that he had nothing left to lose in terms of reputation, he decided to join the Association's Enforcers. Quickly learning that he needed a way to equalize the skill gap between himself and many of the other Enforcers, Nigel decided to find inspiration in a rather odd place: Kiritsugu Emiya, the man known as the "Magus Killer". Sure, firearms were taboo within the Mage's Association, but hey, he was already looked down upon due to his profession and choice of Magecraft, so why the hell not equal things out a bit?

Eventually, after many, many Sealing Designate and Dead Apostle hunts, as well as many other events he doesn't wish to speak of, Nigel was contacted by the von Einzberns for participation in the same war his great grandmother had participated in. According to the von Einzberns, they had been watching his progress and examining his abilities once they had heard of him and the early reemergence of the Holy Grail, and wished to utilize his experience killing Magi to bring them victory in Heaven's Feel 5. They even offered to share the facilities of the Einzbern estate and provide a partner to share the burden of Master with. Naturally, the young man accepted.

However, Nigel has the sneaking suspicion that they just asked him because his brother denied their offer.

Magecraft:
Origin: Composition
Elemental Affinity: Composition
Number of Magic Circuits: D+ (15)
Quality of Magic Circuits: D+ (15)
Composition of Magic Circuits: Normal
Magic Circuit Switch: The image of loading a break-action revolver.
Prana Tank: C+ (50~100)

As previously mentioned, Nigel is absurdly proficient at using Runes, Formalcraft, and Bounded Fields. If those schools weren't so looked down upon, he'd likely have been considered some kind of prodigy. Despite his preference for the written forms of Magecraft, Nigel can use his Magic Circuits. Though it's mostly for Reinforcement and creating familiars using a variant form of Shikigami Exertion.
Mystic Codes and Equipment:
Nigel possesses four Mystic Codes:

A pen with a sharpened back that takes in blood to facilitate usage of his Magecraft.

A modified M40A3 bolt-action sniper rifle with a thermal and a regular scope, and a grip and tripod. Its main upgrade, however is the custom forged bolt that etches non-elemental Runes onto their bullets. The Runes in question infuse the bullets with Prana to deal more damage and punch through barriers. Additionally, Nigel can etch specific Runes into individual bullets for different effects.

A Remington Spartan Sawn Off with a nearly identical effect to the above.

An outfit with Runes on the limbs, hands, and feet to increase combat ability.

In terms of mundane equipment, Nigel brought with him:

A load-bearing vest with six pouches that can contain three 10-round M40 magazines each, as well as a load-bearing belt.

Colt M1911

Combat Knife

Assortment of explosives

'Communications array', which translates to cell phones

Mini CCD cameras

A metric crap ton of ammo for his weapons

Non-Magecraft Related Skills:
Combat

Marksmanship

Krav Maga

Utility

Storytelling/Writing

Speed reading

Holding his breath

Oratory

Brewing tea and mixing drinks

Running

Ballroom dancing, so he's told (much to his chagrin).

Other: Nigel has taken the liberty of supplying his spare Mystic Code rifles to his partners.

Heretic. Private RP

Thirty minutes.

Thirty. Fucking. Minutes.

Once the news of the Heretic's escape got out to the media, the entire city was thrown into this panic. People were getting beaten in the goddamn streets, and every person who seemed mildly suspicious was detained, lynched, or subject to the aforementioned beating. Gareth looked away in disgust at the unconscious group before him. He'd been spending the rest of the time he had doing his best to protect the people from each other but it still wasn't enough. The young man in the tattered red longcoat slammed an arm against the wall and stepped out into the neon lights of the city at night.

He looked around at the anarchy and growled at the nearest person to look at him. What to do now...? Suddenly, a noise from one of those large news monitors. Likely, they were going to announce the exact same thing again 'Oh no, the Heretic's loose help help!' and what not. Nothing to pay much mind t-

Gareth noticed that all of the people were staring at him.

"What the hell...?" Gareth thought aloud before directing his vision to the monitor and noticing his face staring back at him, "...What." Unfortunately, he wasn't able to prevent them all from calling their nearest law enforcement agency. Hell, he could hear them moving in already...

But... He stopped the anarchy, didn't he? And any resistance would just get more people hurt. At least this time... With this false sacrifice, he could save everyone. So Gareth knelt on the ground and put his hands behind his head...
***
Live on TV was some news reporter talking about the execution via decapitation of a certain 'Gareth Vale', a person the three would recognize as the 'slippery red guy from before'. And the funniest part? They were saying he was the Heretic. Among the details being given about the execution were approximate time/dates (about 45 minutes from the present), location (town hall), specific channels one could catch it on (all of them), and commemorative items, entertainingly enough. Perfect opportunity for a hijacking and a new buddy to add to the party, if Team Heretic opted for it.

Another School of Mutual Killing!? - OOC

I think it's no secret that I'm the murderee, so...

Morrigat/Bloke him/herself. Tell the bloke/yourself to get his/her/your ass on it.

BLACK LETTERS [ 黒い手紙 | Kuroi Tegami ]

BAM.

Also, if I'm not allowed to go lolNaoto, then tell me.

BLACK LETTERS [ 黒い手紙 | Kuroi Tegami ]

BGM: See last post

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG

Several shots rang out in succession All of them hit their desired target: the Gargant that had decided to gather itself near the mouth of an alleyway. However, not all of them managed to end up hitting the head, unfortunately. From the alley skipped out Naoto, facial expression dissonant in its cheerfulness. "Ohayou gozaimasuuu~" Naoto called out cheerfully, eyes wide as he casually fired a few shots behind him and deftly jumped over the tendril going for the sweep.

BGM Stop.

Naoto's appearance on this portion of the battlefield was surprising, but no means was it unpleasant... Well, unpleasant in terms relating to combat support - Naoto was usually a socially unpleasant presence. The way he was just dashing between tendril smashes was a testament to his experience. Every now and then, he'd fire a shot or a dozen to shut the creature up momentarily.

"So~ How's everybody doing? I heard that you were all so inept as to need me help beating this thi-"

The sound of something large dropping behind him could be heard. Naoto turned his head to look at the creature he had inadvertently felled with his collection of fired shots. "...Well look at that!" He declared, pleasantly surprised. He poked it with his foot and fired another shot just to make sure before turning back to the rest, "...As I was saying..."

The Order: Holy Warriors

Apologies for my shit post, but *points to sig*

The Order: Holy Warriors

"Wow. You must really disrespect us," Claude said bluntly, sitting himself up on the ground, expression wry, "Even a baby could do it... Which I guess makes sense for you, but definitely not for us." Well, he wasn't completely wrong at the very least, though he didn't know that fact just yet. "So count me in, obviously," he added, crossing his arms and leaning his back against a tree.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Mafia Wars

'What. The. Fuck.'

That was Hinata's train of thought once the red tinged, prehistoric beast crawled out from its hiding spot. Claws and fangs bared to attack. It looked like a tiger, kind of, but it lacked any sort of orange. Plus it was on fire, which was... very odd. Hell, it was even acting like its skin wasn't being burnt to a crisp! And why was the fire red of all things?

The frightened brunet turned his head slightly at his two companions. The swordswoman was pretty strong... She could protect Ami better than he could, no doubt. He directed his gaze to the steps, where the sabertooth and its master stood. After all, he was just dead weight. Not important to anything or anyone in the grand scheme of things. Trembling, he managed to say, "S-Swordswoman... You... You can save Ami, right?" His grip tightened on the pathetic wooden practice sword of his, "Well you... Get her out of here. I'll... I'll hold them off...!"

Fortunately it was raining, so nobody could see his sobbing. Though that didn't prevent his voice cracking due to it. Hinata widened his stance and stepped between the tiger and the girls, before readying his 'blade'. "C'mon... Let's play fetch."

---

'What. The. Fuck.'

That was Hinata Leonardo's train of thought as the fiery haired, cocky-sounding motherfucker decided to show his face among the mooks gathered around the two agents. He had troops around, perhaps that was why he was weaponless...? No, no, any mafiosi worth their salt would come armed, or have an 'out' to a situation. Which meant that underestimating this guy was a bad idea. Very bad, especially since he came unarmed...

"Wait. Don't get too hasty here, Ruby."

Leonardo looked around the area, mentally forming a plan of action for himself and his team. While he did maintain a Cloud Flame, he wasn't some raw power fighter like some people, but tactics more than made up for strength. His nearly-invisible wires spread out around him as he drew and activated his Box Weapon, placing Nest into play. He glanced at a few mooks stepping into the midst of his wires. He could use that... He turned to Kaoru.

"So. Who the fuck're you and why should we give a shit?"

A single swipe of Leo's hand would entangle the footsoldiers and drag them between himself and the fiery man, making for a quick human shield just in case the guy would attack out of the blue.

Fate/Stay Night OOC

Heads up, I'm taking a page from Zero and giving our Lancer 2 Masters.

EDIT: Aaand if anyone wants to be the Einzbern Grail vessel so I don't have to make 'er, feel free to do so.