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This character is no where NEAR done, since I got WAY too involved in his backstory. But I promise I'll have more up soon and let you know. Just a sneak peek before somebody else tries to take Musician.



We need to figure out where the Crew is starting, because some people have bounties that seem a bit too high. This is like New World levels.
Honestly, for a character I have some ideas I might want to resurrect. I might use one of my Ohaka Clan shinobi for this. Since they're pretty deplorable.

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Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @Scallop@floodtalon


Fingers brushed along Tesla's skin, and already an alchemical kit was on the table. A sample of blood to start, cleaning the wound and investigating the area around it. Xerxes had a long life, and that meant he had learned a great deal of skills. One of which was identifying poisons. He could tell almost immediatly that Tesla's blood was abnormally thick. A sign of possible stroke? The yellowing of the skin around the wounds could hint at something else. The blood alone meant that this case may require something more... Powerful than traditional medical magic.

Walking around Tesla, he reached out and held up a light, grumbling as the pupils were already dilated. Arsenic poisoning could explain this, and unfortunately it was difficult to pin down without checking it earlier at the source.
"Wisdom I have in spades." Xerxes joked, already applying stitching to the areas. "You though, have symptoms in spades. This poison has roots going back from ancient Egypt, to the modern day. It's not just a good poison, it's a kind that has withstood the test of time. There are very few that I can list that match that description." He explained, clearly running through the list. He wasn't about to name any, but arsenic came up again. Was this an Egyptian poisoner? There was clearly a lack of experience on display in the poisoning process, but that could be ruled out as merely being a result of Tesla falling into a river full of it, diluting it with water.

A good smack on Tesla's back would answer another question, awkward reaction times. Even for a servant there was something off in the timing. "I want you to relax, but I also have something that may ease your troubles." The persian master sighed, and turned to Ludwig. "Ludwig, I need you to go into the basement, and snap off a branch of the plant I've been growing." He expected that to be done quickly, and he had a mortar and pestal already out to grind the branch into a fine powder.

At this time, his alchemical research was done. And the mage let out a sigh of contempt. "You are lucky to be alive. You have two kinds of magical signatures, both foreign to your body. The first comes from the wounds, and the second is with the poison. I can't determine without further study, but the energy inside your body is aligned with spirits. Not a traditional kind of poisoning."

Placing the kit down, he finally let himself relax. "I want you to tell me everything you remember after falling into the water. Any kind of symptoms, or other things you might have seen. The oni is not responsible for all of this." He could have teased the man about this, but he doubted it would do either of them good.
"Right now, you have symptoms of Arsenic poisoning. It's nearly impossible to detect in the body, but as you are a servant, it's not some hack poisoner. I want you to ponder on any servants who may use arsenic, since that can give us a starting point." With a sigh, he finished grinding the plant into a powder, and had begun to stir it into a tea. "But, you will be fine if you drink this." The herbal tea, made from the Haoma, a mythical plant of persia that could cure any poison known of this earth.

"I will have to have somebody investigate the water, and possibly get a better reading than what can be found on your body." Xerxes said, putting his equipment away by the time Tesla had finished his new arm. "As for what you can do for me, I want you to create a weapon for my protection. I'll explain the details... In private."

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage@Cu Chulainn@Seirei No Hai


There was something... Something comforting in the way Rider spoke. As Roland had finally let out some frustration, he turned his mind to listening. And despite never turning to look the other servant in the eyes, he felt a kinship.
"Rider, you remind me of my uncle." Roland said, to break the silence in the moments before he was walking away. "My uncle did indeed mourn my death, but he used it as a stepping stone. He took what I had given, and defeated his enemies. That was the purpose of my death. To make my uncle greater, and to become a stone so that he could sit upon his throne. I guarantee that those you called friends were watching you from where they sat in the heavens. You cannot be a king, if you did not have those stepping stones."

He adjusted his cloak, and finally exposed the bandages that covered the spot where he had lost his arm. Maybe, he shouldn't hide it. He was alone now, and he hoped that what he had to say gave Rider some comfort as well. He reached for the blade, and pulled it from the dirt, taking it as his own noble phantasm. He could tell that this blade had been passed around, and now, it had become his. He accepted gifts so easily. But this one? He wouldn't allow it to leave him. This blade, he would protect until he had taken back his own.

"When my master is able, I know a place to go." He said, to himself mostly. He had only been there once, but the name of the man who ran it had been echoing in his head since he'd learned it. There was a healer who he could rely on, more than any other. "Chiron. I will be coming for you." He said, and placed Rider's blade into the sheath that once held Durandal. "And when I am done, I shall return this to the man who gave it to me."
Been seeing you around a lot reflection.


I've had a lot more free time.
Interest thrown in.
In Kakumei 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage@Cu Chulainn@Seirei No Hai


What is a saber without a sword? What is a hero if they only have one hand to lift themselves up? What is a future when you're fighting off death? Roland had all these things to think about as he stood there in a forest clearing, knowing well that the other two servants were watching. But he didn't care. This was to him, a way to let out a great deal of stress. And to clear his mind. After all, what thinking could he do when he was still learning to get used to his one good arm. In fact, his mind felt sluggish. The poison at work still, but as for his body.

That was still fast. Painfully fast. When he moved, he had to move in measured steps, since he could literally move faster than his mind was willing to accept. But here, he could focus on a target, and when his mind caches up, the target was gone. In this case, it was the lone tree in the clearing, which showered around him as particles of sawdust. A tree branch struck the ground to his side, reflexes picking up on it only after it had fallen. At least the few rocks still standing around made easy targets.

That rock exploded, with stones bouncing off his armor, and his hand feeling nothing. Turning, he attacked another rock, tearing through it like paper. But he could tell he was being watched, if not by Olivier, than by the other servant.
"You know, I haven't felt this low since the day I died." He said, speaking hopefully to his source of wisdom. "At least then I knew why I was dying. At least then I had a purpose. The angels themselves told me so. At least I chose where I could sit down and die." Roland continued, picking up a rock and crushing it in his hand. "What am I suffering for? For battle? For somebody else's glory?" He realized such thoughts were unlike him. But until now, he had always been so sure of his direction. Sure, this was a war. Sure he had a lord to serve under. But were they really the same? For one, he actually saved lives in those wars. Here he watched them die. And as he had been safe at the Einzbern residence, he had seen that man, Achilles, hero of the trojan war, destroy the city. And he hated that. Because... Maybe it was jealousy. This idea of finally seeing another hero in action, that made him... Spiteful. That's the word.

"I am without my sword." He said, before turning to his fellow Saber. "And for once, I have no clear future. How exciting. What a glorious thing to add to my story when I conquer the odds."

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_________________________________Master_________________________________
Attending Church
@Yukitamas@Scallop@floodtalon@Froppy


"Of course she's alive." Xerxes lifted the hatch to the church basement, and stepped out with a sigh. "She's a servant, and an Oni. The same I guess, that removed your arm on the first night. And is responsible for the lack of your second arm." He said, already gesturing for Tesla to follow, and to put down the Oni girl onto a pew or something nearby. "I hope you'll accept my apology, but I did check in on you after the incident. Your current state is... Rather unhealthy to your core." He was already collecting the materials from a nearby cupboard, and several strips flesh he planned to mold onto the injured Tesla.

He began by scooping out the debris, which was sure to cause infection. Not that a servant could get sick in the way other could, but it was best to clean up the area first. Before he started stitching up the wound. "I'm noticing some darkening of the skin along the sides of the wound. Some kind of poison?" Xerxes asked, raising an eyebrow. As he brushed his fingers along the damaged area, he could tell the skin was slightly thicker. "It's different from the Oni's poison, so I suspect it may be something you picked up before or after you fell into the river." He was already making a mental note to investigate the water supply. Might be poisonous run off from the fire, but unlikely. Poisoning the water supply was bad news, and he wasn't fond of the idea of having to hunt down the person responsible.

He realized pretty quickly that Tesla was more obsessed with his arm than any degree of small talk, which was rather annoying considering the archer should be more thankful for his work. But, for now, he just had to operate in peace.
This sounds fun, you have my interest. Would we be voting for our Captain, or just first come first serve?

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Attending Church
@Yukitamas


So much destruction. Xerxes remained seated in his workshop, and sitting in front of him, were five gemstones. He didn't speak about it, not out loud though. No, these five gemstones were worth quite a deal now, and he wasn't a fool who wasted such valuable things on mere whims. No, he'd be holding onto these for as long as he could.

To his right was a chalice, and despite his best attempts, he had discovered very little. Almost nothing new came from that. Instead, he had spent only a short period sleeping, getting the rest he needed, and the other hours he had spent peering into that goblet and pondering his next course of action.

"I see, welcome back, Berserker." Xerxes said, as the massive man appeared behind him. "You did well. I think we might be on to something useful." Xerxes said, already holding the cup again to peer about into its contents. "You're truly the best servant I could ask for." Though he had to admit, in a brief period of time he had also peeked in on Tesla, that poor man. Well, if asked for it, Xerxes knew quite a few things about love. He had quite a few many lovers in his lifetime, though he was never all that sure if he should brag about it. Most could have been called whores.

But in his other hand, he held the letter from Ruler. A challenge to find the man responsible for this. In a way, it was not only something he could handle, but something he relished the challenge of. And what he could get out of it. Two more command seals, how useful for dealing with Berserker.

But, there was one problem. The people in need. He justified his lack of involvement to Ludwig, but even Xerxes knew it was shallow at best. He dare not get involved, since the people were being cared for and a mage's involvement in helping them would only make them targets. Logically sound, but still it might not work forever.

"Right, Berserker. First thing first is to keep our eyes open. I may send you out later to investigate some leads. In your... Personal method of doing so." Xerxes said, reaching up to pat the large man on the shoulder. "Do make sure to be gentle. The people have suffered enough." A lie. He cared little for the people of Fuyuki. He only wanted their belongings, which he could no longer claim since the storm had wiped away so much of it. He had to move on. Search out other things of value. "You're a good boy like that~"

But for now, he had a letter to write.
In Kakumei 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Reflection

I'm not sure if Indra was clear about this when you were working on this concept, but we're not accepting reincarnations or jinchuuriki at this time. So the premise of Mu's backstory is very much contradicting this. I think this misunderstanding could've been avoided if Indra made that clear in the rules or questions about such a high concept brought to the GM staff's attention prior to you spending time writing up the idea.

On top of this, we are not accepting “??” ranks. Indra is asking for prodigies to have three C ranks at the most, so anything higher will immediately be subject for application rejection. So if you are going to revise Mu keep that in mind. I'd also like to mention that we are starting as academy students and not genin; even if graduation is around the corner.


The ??? ranks were mostly because they're must the means of utilizing genjutsu. Since I don't want to get hyper specific with what is essentially illusions that can change depending on the setting.

As for the reincarnation thing, it's a split personality. She's not actually a reincarnation. Those of the Kurama clan with superior genjutsu power all form split personalities, and the clan believes these split personalities are their ancestors, and thus the personality takes after that belief.

I can adjust her abilities concerning all this. Thank you for the heads up.
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