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Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Not sure where everyone is at just wanted to post something here though.

How do *you* get into your characters' heads?

I think about their history, what they may have gone through, and smaller details that are in between the lines of the bio. I try to imagine their life, and their struggles and them adjust them for the roleplay's demands.

Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

@SierraI appreciate that you like the idea. I've been mulling over that, and another story in my head as just separate things I could make up but the concept requires things like maps, and world building that would take a lot of time and effort that I don't think would work out well on my end. I do have a somewhat fleshed out non-rp version of the story if you'd be interested in knowing how it'd go but I don't see myself able to fully make a roleplay on that scale as I'd have to micromanage the rebellion, and the empire.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I think it would be best to just get out something that moves along the plot for now so the others will at least post.

Reboot: Fate/Grand Order - The Worlds Made of Glass

Reboot Reason: Due to lack of activity on part of the other players for legitmate reasons this roleplay needs to be remade.

TLDR for the below: We're Chaldea mages. Our job is to fix singularities even if it may mean doing something morally wrong to us.

The world is a fragile place....for hundreds of thousands of years humanity as struggled through the ages to keep peace, and prosperity always falling back on war. Mages, heroes, and normal humans have struggled to reach out to grasp at fame, fortune, and prosperity. Fear of failure, of defeat, of destruction is always a constant thing. Something to be reminded of every time some single individual reaches out to grasp is the fact that things could go horribly wrong at any given moment. A single alteration, a single failure, a single deviation from the norm...it sends the world into a chaotic spiral, and a distortion is made upon an unsuspecting world. Mages are one of the more common reasons things go wrong.

Be it the Dead Apostles, or an overtly ambitious fellow with too much to gain, and not enough to lose the world tends to fall apart at the touch of fate's hand. Hatred, jealousy, justice, despair, honor, friendship, and other self destructive tendencies have been the cause of mages, and humans alike to fall, and break what should be set in stone. Guidelines, and history itself changing to suit the needs of the many, and the hopeless. Be it for good intentions, or for ill the time line of the world is easily disrupted...perhaps a young man wished for peace...perhaps they rescued a friend...or maybe they just wanted a bit more power...and everything went wrong.

We...We are the last line of defense a complex conglomerate of mages dedicated to protecting the timeline morality is not our concern but the world at large. Our name is Chaldea a organization for mages, and by mages. Our duty is a simple but complicated one: To prevent alterations to the timeline that would throw the world out of balance. The Holy Grail Wars are of particular worry to us as wishes are a fickle thing. It is not a simple thing to be a guardian...one must throw away their morality at times to preserve what was, and is. Even if it means destroying an entirely different possible future. We stand as Team B. A second team of back up mages in case of the destruction of the initial group. That has come to pass...Our first mission is to finish what the first failed to do. Tell me masters? Are you ready?

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Hello everyone this is a typemoon roleplay based off Fate/Grand Order. None of the canon grand order characters will be involved minus perhaps the servants who are allowed within power limits (characters like Gilgamesh (Archer/Adult), and Heracles/Hercules (god hand like abilities are too strong to allow into the roleplay.). Characters like Shirou, and Rin will appear in timeline switches however there will be custom timelines/singularities when I feel more creative. The reason for the 18+, and horror tag is because we will be visiting timelines when things have gone from bad to worse and servants have gone awry bloodily ending towns.

I'd like people to keep in mind that I can allow nerfs to allow some characters like Lancer Cu Chulainn in as he has an instant kill move that hits a person's heart I can't let that sort of move fly. What's the point of a powerful opponent when you just fling your unblockable spear through their chest? If you're unsure, or need help picking/making a servant you may ask me and I will do what I can to help.

You may be a servant, or a master though I encourage you to play both in order to more easily weave the roleplay together. You may have a pick of any of the classes. If one is already chosen I encourage you to pick another however as this is Grand Order and not Fate/stay/Zero/Apoc there can be more than one of the same class.

I intend to play a Saber, or Lancer servant myself alongside my own master and I will ask for feedback on that if this roleplay receives more people.

I am looking for people who can write comprehensive characters, and posts. I am not looking for essays but fairly fleshed out characters, and posts. If you want to write essays more power to you. Magic in this rp will go by the DnD system of things were you can only cast one spell so many times before you need to let it cooldown usually for a long rest period. For example "I use fireball!" "3/4 uses left for the day"

Servants MUST be from existing legends, or fairy tales. Modern servants aren't allowed the most I'll allow is someone like George Washington, or a already canon modern servant like Billy the Kid. The characters may not be from other fictional works such as Guts from Berserk.

I am also Gm'ing for another Fates rp on this site, and I have college so if I am unable to post for a day, or two please understand.

Any further questions will be answered below

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@TurboshitterTurbo the rest of the party is waiting for you to post the part for the next day. No one wants to post before hand.

Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

I wouldn't say this is weird but I've been working on the concept of a story about a mixture between For Honor, and the vocoloid song 'Servant of Evil'. A kingdom is sacked by a group of barbarians, who take heavy inspiration from mythical vikings, from the north. In return the kingdom that was sacked retaliates. A great war springs up while other nations stay neutral they do keep an eye on the war. In this war great heroes appear as older warriors die off. Two brothers in specific rise up one of them killing the enemy chieftain forcing the barbarians to yield after years of war. The king instates new members of his kingdom's honor guard but dies off not too soon after leaving the king's daughter in charge as his son also died with him. The daughter is a sweet little girl but the peasants soon began to despise her. Because unknown to her the high chancellor has begun to slowly turn the empire into a corrupted form of itself and feeds off the peasants for all they have. The kingdom's citizens revolt and the military is split.

In a roleplay setting we'd play aspiring knights who go onto become kings guard and then have to choose between the rebellion, and her royal majesty.

There'd maybe be a prophecy about the great future of the princess, and other foreign countries assisting the rebels to make things more interesting.

Ideally this would be advanced but i'm not confident in describing what I'm saying to people, or writing too much just to let it die off instantly.

The conflict would be: Do you side with the rightly outraged citizens of the empire? Extorted, and backed into a corner by its former benevolent rulers? Or do you side with the princess they want to depose who truly wants to be a good queen but is simply being puppeted by people far older than her. Is it right to put her head on a pike for her council's choices when she has no real control just yet? Brother against brother and all that.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@CrimmyClosing this is fine with me. I've not had much to do with Hans, and it had lead to me just moving him around, and have him talk almost pointlessly.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

The next morning Leon had been forced to wake up earlier then he would've liked much to his annoyance but realized it must've been important because his uncle was deathly sober, and was rather angry looking. He told Leon that he needed to follow him into the back of the inn, and that he was not to argue. Saber could come if she desired but what Leon had in store was due directly to him. No any of his friends, and not anyone else. A lesson had to be learned Collins had told him, and one that would be ingrained into him by the end of the day. Saber had appeared next to Leon not soon after he had woken up and had been told she had already been made aware of what was going on before vanishing back into mist in order to not rouse suspicion on why a knight was walking around. Collins took Leon into the backyard that evening as dawn was just about to break, and the grass was still wet on the ground with dew. Collins introduced Leon to two of his men, Harry, and Bill whom would be assisting Leon in his lesson.

Even as pain flared up Leon's body as he remembered the sequence of events that had led him to what he was feeling now he could still remember the words Collins had told him:

"You see Leon the world ain't fair. It's full of trash, and refuse. Good people are scum, and the bad people are even worse. You already get the jest of how I feel about you summoning Saber. You just entered into a whole new world of fucking pain. And I ain't gonna tell your grandpa I let you fuck up, and die because you got in over your head. Normally if you had any other last name than what you do I wouldn't be out here preaching to you. But you do Leon. You show up at my door, you break into my study, and you do something that just brings a whole lot of shit around my head." Collins had told him clearly, and calmly but with an underlying anger that clouded his eyes somewhat. Leon had saw his uncle mad only a few times in his life, and that only meant one thing: He was serious. "So I'm gonna show you, or rather force you, to get some new concepts into that undeveloped head of yours. You're not a child anymore. You're not a weak little baby who needs to be sheltered. You stopped being one when you chose to rebel against authority. I respect that but not the methods. So Billy here, and Harry are going to show you what it means to be a man. Or rather what it means to be a man in a warzone." Collins had told him. Leon knew what that meant it meant some training was in order. He had taken off his shirt and put it over the tree in the backyard only to get sucker punched by Harry who was unsympathetic to his cause.

What had followed was a fight, or rather a brawl, on the part of Harry, and Billy teaming up on the younger Leon. 'A lesson to be learnt' meant that pain had to be instilled didn't it? Nothing ever came without pain especially in war. For Leon's part he was a fair fighter but he was by, and far outclassed by the older stronger men. Collins had forbid the use of magic in this. This was going to be done 'the Irish way' no pain no game. Leon timed his punches well but the older men could either take them in stride, or block them easy. In return Leon got jabbed, and kicked into the ground. He could feel Saber watching him struggle against these two. It made him feel a bit ashamed of his own performance after last night promising to be her partner. But Leon refused to cry out in pain, or keel over and beg to stop. The fight lasted awhile. Longer than Leon would've wanted. Harry was a great boxer, and Billy was a tougher man than Leon could believe stronger. He felt the bruises form on his body as he took kicks, and punches repeatedly. "Master you got to be more aggressive! Fight smarter, and harder not with brute force!" Saber had mentally scolded him in the middle of the fight he felt he anger at watching her master get trashed. And Leon did try to respond in kind. He fought harder, and fought harder but for every punch there was a kick, and for every landed blow there was someone already there to respond in kind.

Without magic Leon was little better than a punching bag who could last a bit longer than the average guy. He felt how useless he was in the moments where he was thrown to the ground, and or punched down only to be kicked while he was down. It was for all intents, and purposes a beatdown. Leon didn't want to look bad but he knew he did. He refused to simply give up. To simply let the pain go through him. Even now as he felt exhaustion, pain, and a numb feeling with the mixture of the coppery tasting blood in his mouth he wouldn't just give in. He always got back up, he refused to simply give in like he did last night not in front of Collins. Doing that would be tantamount to suicide in Leon's eyes. Who's worse to piss off than the person who was trying to teach you something? Pain was a good teacher though. Leon learned a bit faster than some in the situation he did adjust his moves to Harry, and Billy but they simply were too experienced in this field to match him.

Saber had appeared in her plain outfit by the time the sun actually got around. She had gotten tired of floating around as a ghost. Watching her master get beat down pissed her off. Not only was she not supposed to help but it also showed he had issues with his physical talents. At least he could take a beating which was something Mordred had not expected. She sat cross legged on the ground watching idly waiting. She stared at the scene. Three shirtless men rough housing in the middle of the dirt trying to teach a 'lesson'. It reminded her of her days training with Lancelot, and Agravain. She tolerated the fighting because it had a reason, and she hoped it was a good one though. She wasn't entirely sure what was the lesson behind this wanton training session.

Eventually after awhile Leon was left kneeling on the ground after Collins called off his boys. Harry, and Billy for their part told Leon they had no issue with Leon merely following the boss's orders. "...So you see Leon life ain't fair. In war it's even worse. People have no qualms with honor, or morality. To win this war you got to drop whatever morality you got. Your daddy, asshole that he may be, would agree with me I think. You don't let your enemies get back up. You beat them down, and beat them down never let up. Once they got no more in them you finish them." Collins told Leon as he nodded the fight had made that abundantly clear. His whole body was sore, and bruised. He felt like someone had just put him through a wood chipper. "Maybe...but there's always room for a mercy...just as lo-" Leon started as Collins bluntly interrupted him. "No FUCK that! Fuck that, and it's mama! You wanna be the man Leon? To be the man you got to beat that man! And to be the man you gotta be the best. And you ain't the man right now bucko!" Collins shouted at him as he walked over to Leon, and offered him a hand. Unthinking Leon accepted it only to have his feet kicked out from underneath him, and then was promptly twisted on his side. Collins's boots kept him on the ground, and his knee was driven into Leon's back and he felt the cold touch of a gun muzzle on the back of his head. "If you can take it you can make it. Sometimes you gotta compromise your morality. Hurt people you don't want to hurt in order to win." Collins told Leon as he laid on the ground breathing heavily as he face was pushed into the mud.

"What a load of crap! You should do what you believe is right for yourself! But you should never hurt others who don't belong in the fight. Unnecessary violence only leads to corruption, and death! I would never hurt an innocent person if I could help it! Even at my rebellion I didn't force the citizens to do anything. It was all of us against my father!" Saber shouted at Collins. She had moved the moment Collins had pulled out his gun. Clarent was pushed against Collin's neck but he only stood there chuckling.

"Maybe...but good guys never have a happy ending? How many heroes actually got off free? No one likes a hero who didn't get fucked in the end. But that brings me too my second point." Collins boldly stated as he pulled his gun off Leon's head, and back into it's holster. "You ain't in this alone. Didn't expect the saber to be...this but she's here for you Leon. You gotta rely on your mates just as much as they rely on you. War ain't usually won by one individual. It's a group effort. That being said...it's always good to watch your friends just as much as you watch your enemies." Collins got up off of Leon and then Leon started to get back up only to be kicked one more time by Collins. Saber's frustration erupted and she punched him return hard enough to send him back into the tree but Harry, and Billy managed to catch their boss who gripped his stomach and coughed heavily. "But never let your guard down. Not with anyone." Collins managed to get out between coughs. "I'll let that go...went a bit far...but it served its point...I hope..." Collins growled as Leon managed to push himself up.

He wasn't wrong...but he wasn't right either. Leon would win this war...without turning into a monster. He had to....he had to prove he was better than those he was fighting against! He wouldn't lose his morals, and become a cold monster. But he would need to act more coldly in order to win. "Mordred..." Leon managed to get out as Saber looked over to him and sighed. "Yeah what is it? You alright?" Saber responded as she looked over him he looked pretty bad but nothing some medicine won't fix. She'd seen far worse than a stupid mage who got his shit kicked in.

"I promise I won't be in the way...I won't weigh you down. But I won't compromise myself. I won't falter in my beliefs. But I won't lose this war. If we're together we can win i'm sure of it. I can take it. I will make it. Together." Leon smiled at Saber with a painful chuckle as she rolled her eyes, and wrapped his arm around her neck. "Good my master shouldn't compromise in their beliefs...but let's go you patched up, and then let's eat. I'm hungry, and you look like garbage. You better pay him back though." Saber said as she watched Collins, and his boys walk back towards the Inn. "Of course...I hate losing just as much as you..." Leon said as suddenly Collins called out, "Oh, and Saber I think I got something for you too. Those may look normal for you but they don't for us. Just see me when you got a chance." Collins said pointing at her clothes. Saber grew a bit red and considered telling him to screw himself but instead grumbled a fine but lugging her master back into the inn but not before having him grab his shirt.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I'm sorry to hear about Kyouko's condition. And for what little it is probably worth you have my sympathizes, and I do hope that things turn around. However I would say any further talk about her condition should be handled through PM's as some here may not be comfortable talking about the details.