Name: Jacob Ainsworth
Gender: Male
Age: 156 Years
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Rank: Fes
Grail Objective: The grail was an excellent energy resource, to be used for plunging the world into an age of mystery once more by feeding it to his magnus opus. The fact he could meet so many varying individuals with their respective terrors was just the cherry on top.
Personality:
The picture of a gentleman. Always polite and minding his manners, it wouldn’t be wrong to call him a walking, living, British stereotype. Yet underneath that facade was a deranged individual, proclaiming himself a “true artist”, in pursuit of his goal, his path filled with corpses and fear. He will take every precaution, every trick and use every atrocity as a means to the end.
He does not care for the world. The only thing fueling him was his unending curiosity and desire to see humanity at its lowest. Yet there was a certain respect, in a sense. After all, a bright enough light cast an even larger shadow. Thus, he relished the back and forth, of terror and courage, of degradation and evolution. Those who were caught in the crossfire, the ones stuck in the twilight, were of no concern.
Bio (Family and Self):
The Ainsworth had a history that could be traced back to nine hundred years ago. Their goal was to ascend humanity to a higher plane of existence, in order to save them and thus the world. True allies of justice, wishing for the good of all, to pave the way to the Root with everyone. Their focus and speciality lied in the modification of flesh and the creation of homunculus, as well as in the research of the soul. Their potential was on par with the Einzbern and some scholars of magecraft believed they could’ve been on the same level.
If they still existed.
No one knew how it could happen. The birth of this irregular abomination. Instead of being driven to bring salvation to mankind, Jacob Ainsworth did not care. The heartfelt beliefs, the sorrow at other people’s suffering, the descending insanity that began to coil around the family, brought on by the despair of not being fast enough on their path... they all left him cold. No, that wasn’t quite true.
He savored their despair. Their fear for the future, of the unknown. Whether they would reach their goals or not. It was like he found his calling, to cause it himself, to push others as the very darkness. If they broke or overcame it, it didn’t matter, both were equally enticing. But one day, he grew tired of the same faces, of the same talks, of the same chidings. So in the end, he decided to end it all. One by one, piece by piece, he tore the family apart from the inside. He burned bodies, broke sacred texts and devoured what could be useful to him.
Naturally, even if it took a while, the Magus Association was out for blood immediately. A rogue, killing and destroying an important family before it could reach its Golden Age? Families banded together to hunt him down. But Jacob was not foolish. He knew how to hide in the darkness, better than those who pretended that they lived in the shadows. Still, that didn’t mean he stayed idle. At first, he only targeted other magi, trying to gather knowledge for himself. Yet after a while, he realized he needed to do something different.
In order to strengthen the core of his magecraft, to make sure it would work anywhere, at anytime, he needed to target the public. The part of the world that decided the Human Order. Thus, he began aiming for the prostitutes in London. Naturally, once the Clock Tower caught wind of his actions, they became livid as his presence struck fear into the hearts of humanity. At last, he made a breakthrough. Using his newest advances, he began his work to create a being that would further his goal: A symbol of fear and darkness. The monster that existed in the darkness, in the corner of man, never seen, but still present. Like the Wild Hunt, he would appear in night and whisk the foolish victims away, led and chased by his Black Hound.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t finish it. Five lives, on top of all the raw material he gathered from before, with the fear of an entire city, those were potent ingredients. Yet his Hound was barely grown. A fearsome monster to be sure, but nothing against the Executors that hunted it down.
A set back, for sure. Yet nothing of consequences. After all, he knew it was possible. The creation of a beast that could one day enter the realm of the divine and complete his goal. He just needed more. Not in London however. He was confident, but even he knew he overstayed his welcome there. Heroes of Justice, Fanatics and such were starting to gain on him. In the end, he went to other countries, with a light heart and his actions having reinforced his foundation ever so slightly.
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Magic Circuit Switch: The sun, devoured by a black wolf, as an image
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: A
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Elemental Affinity: Darkness
Attribute - Absorption: The attribute that lends itself to consuming and repurposing certain elements. Jacob uses it to fuel himself, may it be magical energy itself or more abstract concepts like fear, as well as reinforce his magecraft and Mystic Codes, adding elements to it with ease.
Magecraft:
General Foundations: What was a man without a proper foundation? Not a gentleman, of course. Naturally, as a former member of a prestigious family, on top of never slacking on his art, Jacob at more than a solid grasp on the basics of magecraft. Boundary Fields specifically were simple for him. After all, sometimes the most valuable places were also the most guarded.
Mystery Invocation - Darkness: If eyes were the first magecraft of humanity, the tools to figure out mysteries before them, then the darkness was their foil, the first mystery of mankind. The unknown that a man couldn’t figure out, the shadows that a person couldn’t see through. Using this as his foundation, Jacob was excelling in “dark arts”. Whether it to hide himself, using the shadows as his strings, manipulating the memories of his surroundings, all those effects got reinforced by invoking the oldest of mysteries. Naturally, it let itself the best for terror tactics. After all, to be ignorant was not reassuring at all.
Spiritual Evocation: The magecraft concerning the interaction with spiritual beings. One of the Ainsworth specialties, it was only natural that Jacob dabbled in it. While he wasn’t a “monster” on the level of certain other people, his mastery of it was sufficient enough to interact with souls in a way that suited his needs.
Familiar Creation: The ability to create another being as a servant and extension of one’s will. Naturally, as Jacob created his Hound as a magical beast meant to become a Black Dog and beyond, a true symbol of terror, it was natural that he had a good hand for this kind of thing, especially with the materials he had at hand.
Surgery: One of Jacob’s specialties, the act of healing, damaging and manipulating the flesh of fellow men and animals. With the need for proper research and ingredients, he made it as part of his goal to reach the pinnacle of the manipulation of bodies.If he had the right tools at hand.
Crest:
The magic crest of the Ainsworth. Damaged due to Jacob's actions to take it for himself as part of his act to kill his clan but it still is powerful, being a remnant of a 900 year old history.
Mystic Codes:
Eye of Odin - A Gentleman’s Monocle
Glasses. The crystallization of wisdom, worn by many across the ages, including a certain dragon slayer. One might thing a single glass would give less wisdom, but they would be wrong. After all, did not the head chief of the Norse Pantheon also have one eye, to have wisdom? Thus, combining both aspects, the God Odin and the representation of wisdom, Jacob was able to make a wisdom granting device like none other. While he could only have one eye open to activate its effects, they were potent. Attuned to his attribute, those who tried to hide in their own darkness would fail. Attempts to hide their intentions and words would find themselves in quite the pickle!
Tarnkappe - Garment of Privacy
Yet another puzzle piece that made Jacob into the man he became now. Hiding one's presence was more difficult than expected. Try as one might to use a cloak to hide themselves, the cloak would still be visible. But it was nothing he couldn’t fix himself. For one, his attribute synergized perfectly with this kind of tool. Adding items and elements he could find from assassins from all over time and space, he managed to complete it to a level that satisfied him. The concept of clothes, the cloak specifically, representing one's desire to "hide" away certain things. The body. One's identity. While it couldn’t turn him completely invisible, his outfit still boosted his skills regarding “hiding”. The shadows were essentially a second skin to him, memories of items and humans had difficulties to keep him clear and more importantly, no annoying divination nor tracking shall have an easy time with him. Obscurity was the name of the game after all. He may not be as hidden as a servant of the Assassin Class but every bit helped.
Bloodstained Flagpole - The Vengeance of the Conquered
It may have been a foolish habit of his, but Jacob truly needed a walking cane. Not that he had issues with walking, oh no. But he sincerely believed that a true gentleman needed to present himself properly. And a cane just added a certain flair to it. Naturally, not any cane could do. While wood wasn’t his specialty, he still put a lot of effort into this Mystic Code. Perhaps even the most. First, it required a proper story. Not anything could do. While the wood of various lands, like America and Africa, could be good reinforcement reagents, it needed a good foundation. One day, in an idle walk in a museum, he saw it.
The flagpole of a saint. The symbol of resistance and liberty. Was it the real deal? Was it a fake? It didn't matter. What mattered was what people thought it was. And for them, it was that very symbol.
In that moment, he had to get it. And get it he did. After taking off the flag, for it was in the way, and cutting it into form before adding the reagents, it was completed. Perverted, by the bloodstained wood, filled with the agony and terror of the ancestors whose lands were stolen. Wielded by him, the darkness. Thus, its power to “take over” reinforced his ability to attune himself to the lands around him, to create his workshops and such. Not exactly the stealing and perversion of other lands as he imagined, but one couldn't always succeed, right?
Exceptional Benefit: Preparation: Hearing about the Holy Grail War, Jacob would be a fool not to participate. He would be an even bigger one if he wouldn't arrive early to prepare his "hunting grounds" so to say. Sneaking into Japan and preparing was easy enough for someone like him.
Other equipment: An assortment of knives, for close combat, for throwing or just for surgical procedures
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