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Daemos- Name: Celtchar mac Uthechair
- Class: Lancer
- Appearance: A grey, tall, very terrible hero of Ulster. Perpetually has a bit of a haggard look to him—having to oversee his weapon and fulfill his duties as one of Ulster’s champions did not always leave him the most time to attend to personal upkeep in life, and that is reflected in his appearance as a servant.
- Personality: Serious almost to a fault, and with the pride to match; a fight is not a joyous occasion for Celtchar, but neither is it one to shy away from if it should come upon him. His devotion was born purely of duty to his people and to Conchobar mac Nessa, not out of a desire for glory—though he was not nearly self-effacing enough to allow his skills and contributions to go unnoted, or to avoid a shot at claiming the champion’s portion of any feast for himself, as his pride could allow neither, even if he did not otherwise seek quarrel like many of his fellows.
Indeed, more often than not he was attempting to calm and quell the artifact that he had been given to watch over, that often predicted battle on its own and had the will to fight that Celtchar instead had to control—his great spear, the Lúin Celtchair, which some said was the Spear of Lugh itself. If that were truly so, then the honour of watching over the weapon of his comrade Cú Chulainn’s true father was greater than any vainglorious deeds he might otherwise undertake. Otherwise, he was known as much for his guile as for his skill with the spear—his defeat of Conganchnes mac Dedad or the Luch Donn being proof of his wits.
Alas, like many of his comrades, his life was cut short by the interweaving of fate and his own great pride. Unable to abide Blaí Briugu laying with his wife Brig Bretach, following the compulsion that was laid on him to sleep with any woman that came to his home alone, Celtchar set out and slew the man in front of both Conchobar and Cú Chulainn. To repay the murder, he was sentenced to complete the tasks that resulted in his own tragic demise, tasks that his honour could not allow him to leave undone. - Stats:
- Strength: B
- Endurance: A
- Agility: B
- Mana: C
- Luck: E
- Noble Phantasm: Lúin Celtchair
- Class Skills:
- Personal Skills:
- Eye of the Mind (True): A: Capable of calm analysis of the abilities of the opponent as well as the battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament.
Devoted as much—if not more so—to his wits as to his simple skill and strength in battle, Celtchar is adept both at gathering information and putting it to its best use, even while engaged in a fight for his life. Nothing less should be expected of any warrior of Ulster, except perhaps one who has divine blood to carry him instead of his brains. - Valor: B: As one of the Champions of Ulster, Celtchar is no stranger to battle, nor will he shy away from it, no matter the foe—it takes quite a lot to overcome his resolve and iron will. However, his bravery is still tempered by sense, as he won’t rush in without a plan or a weapon to see him through.
- Honor of Suffering: C: A Skill that makes those who have it become more powerful as they are inflicted more pain. The cost used to heal injuries via magecraft or similar methods is reduced.
Whether pierced in the groin with a spear, freshly raised from a magical debilitation, with his arm caught in the crushing jaws of a fierce hound with only slight protection from a supple log, or compelled to slay his own beloved dog, the pains inflicted on Celtchar could not break him; instead, they steeled his resolve and drove him to greater heights of achievement in the service of his home. However, no hero can draw strength from their pain forever—all will fall eventually. - Beast Slayer: C: Owing to the dangers prevalent in his time, as well as the two great hounds he had to slay to repay his murder of Blaí Briugu, Celtchar has passing familiarity with beasts, both in how to lure them and how to put them down.
- Eye of the Mind (True): A: Capable of calm analysis of the abilities of the opponent as well as the battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament.
- Noble Phantasm:
- Name: Lúin Celtchair
- Rank: B+
- Type: Anti-Unit
- Appearance: Longer than the average man is tall, even coming up to Celtchar’s own shoulder, with a blade long enough even to cut through his enemies, and at least fifty rivets studded into the haft along its length, the Lúin Celtchair is a frightening weapon to behold. The entire weapon is blackened by the flames that always threaten to blaze forth from it, and it eternally drips crimson blood from the blade, the poisonous concoction it always had to be submerged in to satiate its bloodlust long since having become one with the thirsty lance.
- Effects:
- Nigh-Guaranteed Death: Eternally dripping the vile mixture of blood and offal that had been used to keep it sated, the spear is a poisonous thing, and has the rage to match. It was said in legend that each thrust of the spear would kill a man, and the venomous mixture coating it was even enough to cut short Celtchar’s own life.
- Flames of Rage: Much like Lugh’s own spear (which it very well may be, tamed only slightly by the passing of time), Celtchar’s lance is consumed with insatiable bloodlust, rage, and murderous intent, requiring it be kept under control at all times. If allowed, the spear itself will burst into a blazing flame, struggling against the hand that holds it to slay the nearest possible target. As a servant, Celtchar can even withstand the flame and possibly use it to his advantage—for a time.
- Seeker of Battle: The spear lusts for battle in a way that Celtchar does not. By its very vibrations, one can possibly divine whether battle is imminent—but beyond that, if loosed entirely, the weapon attempts to seek its own kills; even in legend it was said that if cast it would kill nine men, and a king, royal heir, or chieftain would surely be among them. It is possible that Celtchar himself merely guides the spear’s bloodlust, rather than wielding it as a mortal might wield a normal blade, but this can cause him as much difficulty as it might grant any advantage.
- Alignment: Lawful Neutral
- Name: Arthur Howell
- Age: (almost) 19
- Gender: Male
- Appearance:
What did you expect, honestly? He's a college-aged kid doing a gap year. He's reasonably fit. Dresses fairly conservatively most of the time. Big, expressive eyes. Adorable kid. - Personality:Arthur is a friendly, inquisitive young man with a fairly extroverted disposition towards social interactions. Despite that, he's not always the best at them, something he's fairly well aware of—most people don't follow along well when he starts off on his own little anecdote in response to one of theirs, trying to establish a connection. And they definitely struggle once they make the mistake of talking about something he's interested in, because if he gets carried away, he just won't stop.
Of course, he's aware of that, he's working on it, so most of the time he ends up staying more quiet than he might want to. Still, though, he's off on a nice vacation, he plans to enjoy it, and maybe make some new friends that he can keep up with on Skype after he goes back to the USA! - Skills:
- Good With Tech: Yeah, he's been around computers basically his entire life, so it's no surprise that he's pretty decent with them, knows how to research on the internet, all of that. Good with smartphones and stuff too! And all the other normal modern conveniences of life.
- Amateur Boxer: He goes to a boxing gym back home. Dove into it harder than before for his gap year before going on this trip—he even took second place in his weight class when the three gyms back home held an amateur tournament amongst themselves! Isn't that great?
- Quick Thinker: Does logic puzzles for fun sometimes. Usually pretty good at picking the big picture out of the little details, doesn't have much trouble coming up with a plan. Unless it's about what to go and eat. Really, way too many interesting options in this place.
- Fast Reader: Yeah, he reads a lot.
- Good Driver: Gotta keep those insurance premiums low, you know? Unfortunately he can't drive in Japan still.
- Abilities:Quality of Circuits: D
Quantity of Circuits: A
Elemental Affinity: Earth
Attribute: Conversion- General Magecraft: He's technically capable, though he doesn't know it. Who knows what he might learn with a little help?
- Assets:
- Laptop and Smartphone: Very important. Arthur's lifelines to his family back home, as well as the only things really enabling him to get around day to day in Japan without too much trouble—yeah, he learned a bit of Japanese, but not enough. Google translate is really important.
- Trust Fund: He's got no clue who his dad is, but the way his mom tells it, before the man disappeared entirely during her pregnancy they decided on his name and his dad eventually set up a trust fund for the kid to be able to use once he turned 18. It's how he was able to take a gap year, and now take this vacation to Japan.
- Brief Backstory:Back before he was born, Arthur's mother—a fairly well-to-do IT specialist for a mid-sized company in Colorado—got involved in a short-term fling with who she thought was some travelling tech mogul that took a shine to her one day when they met at Winter Park Ski Resort over the holiday season. It was silly, no doubt, but they were both in their mid-twenties, having a fun time and acting like they didn't have anything to care about. Of course, they didn't always make the best decisions—and by the end of the holidays, she turned out to be pregnant. The "entrepeneur" she was with didn't care to remain around, she wasn't willing to leave, but she also wasn't willing to terminate. So, they settled somethings about the child yet to be born, and he left to go back home.
Some time after that, Arthur was born. He had a simple, relatively average middle class childhood, other than being the product of a single mother who would never speak to anyone about his father. He did decently well in school, he was in the Gifted program, he didn't have a ton of close friends but he got along well with everybody. Good ACT and SAT scores, good GPA. Of course, once he graduated, his mother broke the news to him—while she still wouldn't tell him who his father was, she did reveal that he had set-up a trust fund in a fixed trust for his son, with his mother as the trustee. As he grew up the assets in the fund essentially covered child support payments and gave a nice boost for their lifestyle, but it was to be turned over to him once he finished primary school.
Given that he hadn't exactly been sure that he wanted to go to college immediately after graduating high school, the news was very welcome for Arthur. The amount was such that just living off of the dividends would provide him a comfortable middle class income if he didn't even decide to work, though he wasn't so lacking in ambition as to just choose that option. However, he did choose to use it to take a gap year, and to pay for a personal trip to go and explore Japan in the weeks surrounding his birthday.
Of course, little did he know, his father was a magus, and against his father's hopes, he'd inherited that aptitude. Moreover, the rebuilt Holy Grail recognized his presence and bloodline, even if it was unknown to him, just in time for the newest Holy Grail War.