PKMNB0Y

Fate/Eternum

Jason Liu

Hearing the words "continue the investigation" caused Jason to pause and glance off to the side. Given what had happened the day prior, it wasn't as if he was in any particular mood to further dig himself into this pit, but if there was something that still involved him going on it would be all but impossible to get out of it now. Voicing any complaints at the moment was meaningless, but even so...

"Message for Kishinami Hakuno at the main desk. Priority B; please report to the main desk."

The voice had arisen from the radio terminal on the Master's hip, and given that there had been no other ideas to be had at the moment, the three people soon moved over to receive the message.

Once there, Hakuno was thus given a single transcript, which read as thus:

Something about yesterday has been bothering me. If you don't mind, could I ask if I could speak with you sometime later today?
--Sesshoin Kiara"

@RolePlayerRoxas@VitaVitaAR

Alter Ego — Meltryllis

With a relaxed yawn and a stretch, Meltryllis woke up from her nap (which had, once again, taken place on the couch). Given her condition, she couldn't actually do much of anything while her Master was out cold.

Which, in other words, had left her with a good 24 hours to simply sneak out and explore the nearby area on her own terms. Luckily, she was agile enough to simply leap from rooftop to rooftop, and in making sure that her presence wouldn't be made known by watching the crowds, gave herself a somewhat better view of the area than she had been given when forcefully dragged around two days ago. Her own Independent Action only served to allow her to move around further in spite of her Master's current status, and by the end of the night the Alter Ego had mentally mapped most places of interest.

With that said, the sudden rush of activity from Nanako as she barreled out of the room she had been resting in promptly caused Meltryllis to get up from her resting position and watch in half-amusement as the girl rifled through the fridge... Only to find out, of course, that there was none. That soon turned to mild concern, however, as the girl rushed through her morning routine and ran out of the complex without a moment's delay. After a brief pause, the TV in the room turned on, with an irate BB staring at Meltryllis.

"Go after her. Tail her from a distance if you want, but there's something off about today; it's very likely that she might be targeted after what I had you handle already."

"Fine, fine; no need to tell me twice," Meltryllis responded, waving her arm as she left the room to follow after Nanako. Hopefully, BB's warning would have nothing come of it.

Hopefully.

Ruler — Shelock Holmes

Despite the evident apprehension in the air, the fact that none of his three companions had suggested that they fall back was a fact most appreciated by the Ruler as he led the way. The reports of people being attacked did nothing to help assuage his own worries, though even those were drowned out by his own desire to push through. He was no stranger to combat, of course, but if at all possible avoiding that altogether would have been ideal.

The path continued to wind on for a period of time, at least until the group came across what was apparently a small room with branching paths that led off one way or another. In front of those, thought, were a pack of what seemed to be...

"...Wyverns? I did not expect such creatures to be here in the first place..." Holmes muttered to himself, moving his flashlight off to the side as the creatures milled about. They did not seem to have noticed their group yet, but their presence alone was enigmatic, if not worrisome in its own right.

"What shall we do, then...?"

@KoL@DocRock@Raineh Daze

The Arena

Once the King of Knights and her companions had arrived, both Fionn and Munenori rose to meet them, exchanging greeting and formalities before Chiron led the four of them over to the stage. Unlike yesterday, where the matches occurred almost entirely as a spur of the moment thing, today's were the highlight match double feature. Already, the crowd had filed into the arena—which, this time, meant that instead of the smaller demonstration grounds, the main stage had been reserved for usage instead.

"Well, in any case, King of Knights, I hope that you can show me how you bested my right-hand man," Fionn remarked as they walked out into the corresponding area, causing a large ruckus from the viewers above. "Of course, we should show those present a battle worthy of praise regardless, else our own honor be called into question."

A few moments after they had entered, though, one more Servant barreled in after them, almost accidentally colliding headfirst with Chiron as they came to a stop. The Knights, of course, would recognize her instantly, as would a few people closer to the bottom of the arena.

"U-um! Mr. Chiron, sir! I've found someone willing to duel me!" she said, gesturing towards the entrance to the battlefield. "Is there enough space here for a third match?"

There was a brief pause as Chiron closed his eyes and held his chin before nodding in turn.

"I think that we should be able to fit your match in if we shift some things around. We may have to dynamically alter some barriers are the matches conclude, but... Yes, Gareth. May I ask who your opponent is, then?"

Fate/aberrant destiny

Caules Forvedge

In the small room that had been reserved for his exclusive usage, Caules sat quietly in front of his desk, staring intently at the empty letter in front of him. The plan he had in mind, of course, was to tell his sister Fiore about all of the madness that he had gotten himself wrapped up in... For better or for worse, of course.

"Ah... But where do I start?" he asked himself, leaning back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling. The most problematic part about this was, in fact, how he had gotten involved in the first place. There hadn't even been any warning about the matter; one minute, he had been listening to a lecture in Lord El-Melloi II's classroom, and the next, both he and his classmate Rin had Command Seals on the back of their hands. To say that their professor promptly freaked out and put the class on temporary hold as he dealt with that fact would be a bit of an understatement, but one thing had led to another and brought him to where he was now—a room in a Western-style mansion owned by one of the most decorated magus bloodlines on Earth.

For him, who was by no means a standout magus in the first place, he felt like a little fish in a big pond, this was particularly jarring.

"...You know what? I think I'd be able to explain this better in person," he said, deciding it better to put the idea of writing to the side for the moment and choosing, instead, to get up and leave his room. "I think I mentioned that I'd like a computer installed here, but who knows if I can connect to the internet from this mansion. Actually, I don't even think the Einzberns would let me..."

With that, the young man left his room in pursuit of a drink of water and some fresh air, if anything. He was still on edge about the whole process—doubly so, given how far the odds were stacked against them—but there was merit to be had based on who had been summoned already. It was little solace, if any, but that was still better than nothing.

Rider

With a model of their surroundings laid out in front of himself, Rider simply stared at the current position of both sides of the war relative to what stood between them. The nature of their conflict was different from the 'war' he had come to know during his lifetime, and so by nature his tactics would have to change in turn. Time and time again, he shifted around, walking from one place to another as he attempted to discern locations of attack, places to ambush his opponents, and whatever else he could make use of in combat.

"Hmph. We are on the offensive in this scenario, which would make our own job exceedingly more difficult than I would prefer," he said, stroking his beard with one hand as he took a step backwards. "If at all possible, I would prefer that they attempt to strike at us..."

It only made things more worrisome that the Masters present for their faction were a group of children, who themselves seemed almost laughably unfit for the fields of war. He knew better than to judge things at first glance, of course, but to send them instead of soldiers...

Well, in the end, that was simply the hand that fate had dealt him. They were, as a collective, under his protection, which changed nothing about his plans in the end. He would protect them as he saw fit, come what may from the opposition, and so long as he drew breath he would not allow harm to befall them.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

The Ruins

With the scouting force routed, the chaos from deeper within the catacombs seemed to pick up in intensity; given that a wall that no other mercenary thus far had managed to even consider destroying was now gone, the path forward from there was in clear view of the two invaders. While there were no skeletons in the way, the presence of a dense miasma did indicate some manner of enemy lurking in the region ahead. Pushing past that, though, would lead to a hallway that extended off into the darkness; beyond that, though, would stand a group of cloaked figures. One by one, they continued to raise the dead—skeletons with equipment that far outstripped those of the advance force, with prodigious size to match.

The fate of those who had fallen was conveyed to those raising the dead, it seemed, as their haste seemed almost palpable once the wall had been broken down. The threat of those two who had just entered was far too much for them to deal with alone, especially as they were now.

@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist

Fate/Scarlet Babylon

Master of Caster

• Name: Tokushima Utsumi
• Age: 25
• Appearance: "Hey, you know the way 'round here? You seem a bit... Lost."
• Personality: Despite being a misanthrope at heart, Utsumi is abnormally outgoing; though by no means a 'friendly person', his tendency to get involved in trouble (and its resulting cleanup) has labeled him as a person whose name is somewhat well known within Mifune City, for better or for worse. That being said, it is not for the sake of others that he gets involved; rather, Utsumi places his own enjoyment of the situation above all else. Rather than the people, he finds their actions far more intriguing, and thus acts as more an agent of chaos, only stepping in from the sidelines once things stop being entertaining enough to warrant his continued observation. This only really applies when he is involved in the creation of the problem, though, as his own odd moral code dictates that he at least attempt to finish what he starts if the person in question is incompetent enough to do so on their own.
• Abilities: Rather than have any notable magecraft or relevant prowess in that field, Utsumi excels in moving around and fighting on the fly. His style, in short, revolves around swift movements and tiring the opponent out, often attempting to provoke them into giving him an opening to take advantage of. To that end, he is a true dirty fighter, as is the case when having to deal with the occasional rowdy drunk, and will not hesitate to throw all rules of honor out the window at the first opportunity. That being said, he is essentially still a regular human thrown into an extraordinaty situation, and dealing with the insanity that comes about as a result isn't exactly easy.
• History: Having grown up in the midst of Mifune City, Utsumi was never one to talk with others. His parents, having been an odd branch family descendant that had long since been abandoned, knew nothing of magecraft, and thus raised him as they would any other child. His odd tendencies of helping out when problems arose—usually when he was around—gave rise to a multitude of nicknames, none of which actually stuck. Following high school, though, Utsumi had decided—however abruptly—to begin working as a bartender. The job was a perfect guise for gathering more information, and the late hours only continued to help matters in that regard. The mention of a few odd happenings around the city coupled with a weird mark that appeared on the back of his hand one day was something he found too interesting to pass up, and so he began to dig for information. One thing led to another, and he found himself buying live chickens through a few secondary proxies and preparing to try whatever the heck it was that old tome in his parents' basement was about...
• Other: As is expected of a person who takes far too much joy in starting and observing chaos, Utsumi has a few shadier ties to organizations. He's never needed nor desired to cash any favors in, especially since directly killing people wouldn't be fun, but if necessary, he can "phone a friend for some help".

Lancer

• Name: Valkyrie (Ortlinde)
• Class: Lancer
• Appearance: Valkyrie—Individual name, Ortlinde.
• Personality: Aloof and quiet, Ortlinde is a person—or, rather, being—of few words. Among the Valkyries that could have been summoned, she is among the most inexperienced, and often attempts to act in accordance with her role as a result. That being said, it is not as if she differentiates herself to any large degree from any of her sisters; she inherently shares their ideals, as they share hers, with the only real differences being her personality, voice, and appearance. Going so far as to even compare herself to a machine or computer, Ortlinde is not necessarily a Servant with with whom it is easy to come to an understanding with in the first place. The result of closing that gulf may not even make itself readily apparent, especially given what happened to her eldest sister, Brynhildr.
  That being said, not being connected to her sisters is odd enough as it is; what effect that will have on her remains to be seen.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B
  • Endurance: B
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: A+
  • Luck: E
  • Noble Phantasm: B
• Class Skills:
  
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Divinity: A
• Personal Skills:
  
  • Primeval Rune: -
    Knowledge of runes derived from the Great God Odin himself. As a Valkyrie, Ortlinde can create and use these runes to her advantage—whether that means enhancing herself for combat, creating bounded fields, or any other myriad effects, so long as she has the time to correctly prepare and/or engrave them, their effects can be shown. Of course, the quality and complexity therein does shift such things accordingly, and her own personal level of expertise doesn't help matters much, either.
  • Cygnus Mystic Code: A
    These wings (which look less like wings and more like an incomplete ring of light) are what allow Ortlinde (and, by extension, other Valkyries) to take flight. Made by Odin himself, this Mystic Code is exclusive to her and her alone.
  • Fateweaver: B
    As a Valkyrie, Ortlinde is able to identify those who have performed heroic deeds and are thus able to be brought to Valhalla; this works as a sort of pseudo-True Name Discernment that only functions upon people who are eligible. That being said, though, this also means that she is able to guide the paths of heroes along to a certain extent, pitting them against trials and possibly even aiding them to determine if they are worthy of being brought over in the first place.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Declaration of the Great God (False)
  • Rank: B
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: The spear that Ortlinde wields; hers is not as elaborate as her sisters' weapons, appearing instead as a nondescript, featureless weapon.
  • Effects: A copy of Odin's spear, Gungnir. As it is a copy, its effects are degraded, but it retains a natural bonus against undead opponents.
    When its True Name is invoked and the weapon is thrown, the weapon homes in on Ortlinde's target and strikes them without fail; additionally, its anti-demonic effects are further amplified should the strike not be deflected entirely.
  
  
  • Name: Ragnarok Lifthrasir — Closure Illusion - Girls Advent
  • Rank: B
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: N/A
  • Effects: When invoked, Ortlinde summons a group of Valkyries to her location. After designating a target (or targets) and location, all of them, Ortlinde included, launch their weapons at the enemy. On top of never missing their target as byproducts of being replicas of Gungnir, the ground that is demarcated by this Noble Phantasm is designated as a Bounded Field, within which all non-Servant familiars are greatly weakened. The only exception to this, of course, are those who are Undead; any who fall into that category are annihilated, fated to return to the earth.
• Alignment: Lawful Good
• Changes: Only Ortlinde is summoned; Hildr and Thrud are not a part of this Saint Graph.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

Zeke von Genbu

With the beasts dispatched, Zeke took a deep breath and flicked his sword to the side. The nature of the weapon meant that it would never dull (by dint of not having a metal blade), but letting the blood that had splattered onto it stick would only lead to problematic stains down the line. A nickname related to something like that wasn't exactly cool, per se.

Once Magilou flew down from her perch in the sky, Zeke was already attempting to drag himself out of the crater, having taken Pandoria's hand to get him out in ths first place. Given the situation, someone fixing the collateral damage of theor combat was wholly out of the question; hopefully, that didn't mean someone would attempt to charge them to do so.

"Boots? Er... We may have something...?" he responded, half unsure of himself as he turned towards Pandoria. "Do we?"

Half rolling her eyes, the Blade returned the comment with a slight smirk before rifling through their shared bag. The amount of sifting through object of all types took a few moments, but soon enough Pandoria had procured a pair of boots, as requested. Whether or not they would fit, though, remained to be seen.

"Here you are, then," she said, handing the footwear off to Magilou before closing the bag back up and putting it back on.

To that, Zeke simply nodded towards the three others present before chasing off after Hibiki, who seemed to already be running off into the unknown.

Again.

@RolePlayerRoxas@Raineh Daze

The Cove

The beam that had been fired by Nanoha took the fishmen and their queen by surprise, and a few who had been unfortunate enough to be mid-leap as they attempted to strike out at the pair were unceremoniously renderrd unconscious in midair, falling to the ground with sickening "thud"s.

By some miracle or another, though, one of the fishmen had pushed the Siren to the ground as the attack began; with the dozens of the fishmen in front of her and the conch still in hand, the subsequent attack had only left her barely conscious. Though most of the others who had been escorting her had fallen, the Siren once again brought the conch (which was itself glowing an unnaturally luminescent blue) to its mouth to play once more. The motion was forced, almost strained, but done nevertheless.

@KoL@VitaVitaAR

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

The Cove

The sudden decimation of the enemy forced behind the target and its entourage were barely able to be registered mentally—doubly so, given that they had created a surprising amount of distance from the fishmen who were acting as guards to the area prior. The subsequent appearance of both girls—young as they were—caused the escort to stop outright, and those who were next to the source of the energy reading took a moment to compose themselves.

Before they could arrange themselves into a proper battle formation, though, the one that the two had come to deal with was made perfectly clear. An ugly creature with a fishlike face who, despite having some semblance of hair (unlike the other fishmen), seemed to have a lower body not unlike that of a fish's tail. To call it a 'mermaid' would be a bit of a disservice to mermaids as described in myth, for this creature seemed so repulsive to not even bring that to mind under ordinary circumstances.

For a moment, its eyes met those of the two girls, and there was a definite moment of hesitation before it seemed to tense its arms up. Bringing a conch shell to its mouth, the monster blew a haunting melody that seemed to spur the other fishmen into action, with multiple squadrons attempting to strike the two girls down in order to protect their queen apparent.

@KoL@VitaVitaAR

Fate/Scarlet Babylon

I've been called in as a ringer, so ring in I shall.

Master of Caster

• Name: Tokushima Utsumi
• Age: 25
• Appearance: "Hey, you know the way 'round here? You seem a bit... Lost."
• Personality: Despite being a misanthrope at heart, Utsumi is abnormally outgoing; though by no means a 'friendly person', his tendency to get involved in trouble (and its resulting cleanup) has labeled him as a person whose name is somewhat well known within Mifune City, for better or for worse. That being said, it is not for the sake of others that he gets involved; rather, Utsumi places his own enjoyment of the situation above all else. Rather than the people, he finds their actions far more intriguing, and thus acts as more an agent of chaos, only stepping in from the sidelines once things stop being entertaining enough to warrant his continued observation. This only really applies when he is involved in the creation of the problem, though, as his own odd moral code dictates that he at least attempt to finish what he starts if the person in question is incompetent enough to do so on their own.
• Abilities: Rather than have any notable magecraft or relevant prowess in that field, Utsumi excels in moving around and fighting on the fly. His style, in short, revolves around swift movements and tiring the opponent out, often attempting to provoke them into giving him an opening to take advantage of. To that end, he is a true dirty fighter, as is the case when having to deal with the occasional rowdy drunk, and will not hesitate to throw all rules of honor out the window at the first opportunity. That being said, he is essentially still a regular human thrown into an extraordinaty situation, and dealing with the insanity that comes about as a result isn't exactly easy.
• History: Having grown up in the midst of Mifune City, Utsumi was never one to talk with others. His parents, having been an odd branch family descendant that had long since been abandoned, knew nothing of magecraft, and thus raised him as they would any other child. His odd tendencies of helping out when problems arose—usually when he was around—gave rise to a multitude of nicknames, none of which actually stuck. Following high school, though, Utsumi had decided—however abruptly—to begin working as a bartender. The job was a perfect guise for gathering more information, and the late hours only continued to help matters in that regard. The mention of a few odd happenings around the city coupled with a weird mark that appeared on the back of his hand one day was something he found too interesting to pass up, and so he began to dig for information. One thing led to another, and he found himself buying live chickens through a few secondary proxies and preparing to try whatever the heck it was that old tome in his parents' basement was about...
• Other: As is expected of a person who takes far too much joy in starting and observing chaos, Utsumi has a few shadier ties to organizations. He's never needed nor desired to cash any favors in, especially since directly killing people wouldn't be fun, but if necessary, he can "phone a friend for some help".

Lancer

• Name: Valkyrie (Ortlinde)
• Class: Lancer
• Appearance: Valkyrie—Individual name, Ortlinde.
• Personality: Aloof and quiet, Ortlinde is a person—or, rather, being—of few words. Among the Valkyries that could have been summoned, she is among the most inexperienced, and often attempts to act in accordance with her role as a result. That being said, it is not as if she differentiates herself to any large degree from any of her sisters; she inherently shares their ideals, as they share hers, with the only real differences being her personality, voice, and appearance. Going so far as to even compare herself to a machine or computer, Ortlinde is not necessarily a Servant with with whom it is easy to come to an understanding with in the first place. The result of closing that gulf may not even make itself readily apparent, especially given what happened to her eldest sister, Brynhildr.
  That being said, not being connected to her sisters is odd enough as it is; what effect that will have on her remains to be seen.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B
  • Endurance: B
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: A+
  • Luck: E
  • Noble Phantasm: B
• Class Skills:
  
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Divinity: A
• Personal Skills:
  
  • Primeval Rune: -
    Knowledge of runes derived from the Great God Odin himself. As a Valkyrie, Ortlinde can create and use these runes to her advantage—whether that means enhancing herself for combat, creating bounded fields, or any other myriad effects, so long as she has the time to correctly prepare and/or engrave them, their effects can be shown. Of course, the quality and complexity therein does shift such things accordingly, and her own personal level of expertise doesn't help matters much, either.
  • Cygnus Mystic Code: A
    These wings (which look less like wings and more like an incomplete ring of light) are what allow Ortlinde (and, by extension, other Valkyries) to take flight. Made by Odin himself, this Mystic Code is exclusive to her and her alone.
  • Fateweaver: B
    As a Valkyrie, Ortlinde is able to identify those who have performed heroic deeds and are thus able to be brought to Valhalla; this works as a sort of pseudo-True Name Discernment that only functions upon people who are eligible. That being said, though, this also means that she is able to guide the paths of heroes along to a certain extent, pitting them against trials and possibly even aiding them to determine if they are worthy of being brought over in the first place.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Declaration of the Great God (False)
  • Rank: B
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: The spear that Ortlinde wields; hers is not as elaborate as her sisters' weapons, appearing instead as a nondescript, featureless weapon.
  • Effects: A copy of Odin's spear, Gungnir. As it is a copy, its effects are degraded, but it retains a natural bonus against undead opponents.
    When its True Name is invoked and the weapon is thrown, the weapon homes in on Ortlinde's target and strikes them without fail; additionally, its anti-demonic effects are further amplified should the strike not be deflected entirely.
  
  
  • Name: Ragnarok Lifthrasir — Closure Illusion - Girls Advent
  • Rank: B
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: N/A
  • Effects: When invoked, Ortlinde summons a group of Valkyries to her location. After designating a target (or targets) and location, all of them, Ortlinde included, launch their weapons at the enemy. On top of never missing their target as byproducts of being replicas of Gungnir, the ground that is demarcated by this Noble Phantasm is designated as a Bounded Field, within which all non-Servant familiars are greatly weakened. The only exception to this, of course, are those who are Undead; any who fall into that category are annihilated, fated to return to the earth.
• Alignment: Lawful Good
• Changes: Only Ortlinde is summoned; Hildr and Thrud are not a part of this Saint Graph.

Fate/Eternum

@Rune_Alchemist: Accepted.

The Nameless City — Invite Only!

The Cove

The caverns that wound their way beneath the shoreline, destroyed as they were now, meant that both Nanoha and Youmu would have a fairly simple time pressing forward. Coupled with the scan that Nanoha had executed moments prior, and the structure that had made those greedy for rewards from the caverns were no more worrisome than the attacks that failed to even connect with them. Despite all of the attempts that the fishmen made in striking at the two girls, they all met with complete and utter failure—mainly due to how high and how fast they were able to fly, given the gaping hole that they were using to travel through.

As predicted, though, the path towards the target that they were pursuing—who seemed to be hurrying its pace ever so slightly—was in reach, if only blocked by the need to travel through water to reach it. Given the sheer density of fishmen that seemed to flood the area in an attempt to hold the pair off as long as they could, it seemed that they were most definitely on the right track.

Those on land had their weapons at the ready, and a line of armored ones were attempting to block the way through the dark and foreign waters beneath. It was to be noted, though, that the speed at which the fleeing target was moving was varying; the reason for that, of course, remained unknown as of now.

@KoL@VitaVitaAR

Fate/aberrant destiny

• Name: Caules Forvedge
• Age: 18
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: Ah, erm... Right.
• Personality: A far more 'modern' human than most magi, Caules considers magecraft as more of a supplement to living like than something to dedicate one's life towards. In a way, that makes him perfectly suited to the style of teaching that he obtains, wherein such things are delved into from a less traditional perspective. In general, though, Caules is quite affable and honest when it comes to day-to-day interaction with others. With respect to life or death situations such as a Grail War, though, he acts in a manner more fitting of a magus, able to make decisions and harden his heart if sacrifices must be made. Of course, he is not bereft of pathos or emotion, but he is strategically minded when it comes down to it. In that regard, he, as a Master who has no particular wish for the Grail, is surprisingly apt at using what knowledge he has of his Servant and their limits to the best of his ability.
• Skills: Compared to the standout magi around him, the one thing that really sets Caules apart is his ability to use modern technology. While his peers may be unable to use anything beyond everyday appliances, Caules is actually able to use computers and cell phones (among other things) due to his relative abundance of knowledge regarding the everyday world of non-magi.
• Abilities: Caules' primary magecraft involves the manipulation of electricity—bioelectricity, in particular. By electric currents, Caules is able to bind enemies in place, fiddle with equipment, or strike out directly at his opponent. That being said, his actual strength lies more in how he manipulates these spells rather than brute force like his peers, and saying otherwise would be rather disingenuous given his lack of magical prowess despite having his family's Magic Crest implanted in him.
  Additionally, Caules has a Mystic Code, named 'Primeval Battery', which allows him to increase the natural healing abilities of a person via manipulation of bioelectricity, provided he is making physical contact with the affected area.
• Brief Backstory: Born as the younger brother of his sister Fiore, Caules was never expected to become the head of the Forvedge family. He was, in fact, born as a 'spare', a contingency plan in case his sister was somehow unable to succeed the family. As things turned out, his sister had one day escaped from the family, removing both her own ability to live the life of a magi and whatever it had been that had crippled her from birth. With no other option, Caules was designated the head of the Forvedge household and the responsibility that came with it. As a result of this, though, Caules entered the Clock Tower and became a part of Lord El-Melloi II's classroom. That being said, when the Tohsakas and Edelfelts ended up wrapped up in their own mess, Caules found himself dragged along for the ride with a fancy new set of Command Seals on his hand to boot.
• Faction: Red