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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@Zeeb Blade: Er... that's... way too little information.

There's a bio format in the OP.

Fate/Alter Divergence

• Name: Mordred Pendragon
• Class: Saber
• Appearance: "I don't blame you if you run, because your opponent is Mordred!"
• Personality: Mordred is a surly, arrogant, and supremely violent individual with a massive amount of personal issues. She's got an extremely short temper and, in spite of her insistence about her knighthood and heirdom to the throne, a tendency to kick, punch, and even bite if she feels she must in a fight. In battle and indeed in all matters, she is also insistent Mordred loves battle, the more violent and intense the better, and shows absolutely no mercy to her opponents. Indeed, she is seemingly utterly without mercy. It may be surprising to some, then, that Mordred absolutely refuses to involve innocent civilians, will take no actions that could harm them, and will even do her best to defend them. In spite of how violent, rude, and arrogant she is, indeed it can be said that there are some traits of the blonde girl that can be considered knightly. Speaking of which, while Mordred has no issue with others knowing she is female, she utterly loathes being treated as girl. No matter who it is, no matter what the situation, she will immediately threaten anyone who calls her a girl with violence with absolutely no hesitation. At the same time, calling her a boy is likely to earn the same reaction. On the subject of her 'father', it can be said that Mordred outwardly hates her, but deeper down her feelings are far more confused. Mordred at once admires and loves King Arthur, but also despises and resents her in the same breath. She will not take praise of 'Father' well, but she will also become angry if 'Father' is insulted. She will take any chance she gets to wear something other then her armor, though she is also not a fan of anything overtly girly. She prefers shorts, tank tops, tube tops, jackets, and basically anything comfortable and easy to wear. She also greatly enjoys eating. She is also a rather immature, childish individual, prone to distractions and complaining.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B+
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: D
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Riding: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Instinct: B
  • Mana Burst: A
  • Battle Continuation: B
  • Charisma: C-
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against my Beautiful Father
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: This sword.
  • Effects: Clarent is a powerful sword in its own right. It is a strong, sharp weapon capable of quickly cutting through her enemies, but it possesses a key capability in channeling prana, allowing her to fire beams from the weapon. The strongest of these is an Anti-Fortress attack known as Clarent Blood Arthur, channeling her rage and prana into a devastating destructive blast. She will not use this if there is a chance of collateral damage against innocent people.
  
  
  • Name: Secret of Pedigree: Helm of Hidden Infidelity
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
  • Appearance: Mordred's helmet.
  • Effects: A Noble Phantasm that prevents her identity from being discerned and any of her parameters from being recognized. If she has any excuse to remove it, however, she will. It has no other effects, but it is a symbol of Morgan le Fay, Mordred's mother. Therefore, she would prefer not to wear it if she has any chance.
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Changes: N/A

Fate/Alter Divergence

• Name: Mordred Pendragon
• Class: Saber
• Appearance: "I don't blame you if you run, because your opponent is Mordred!"
• Personality: Mordred is a surly, arrogant, and supremely violent individual with a massive amount of personal issues. She's got an extremely short temper and, in spite of her insistence about her knighthood and heirdom to the throne, a tendency to kick, punch, and even bite if she feels she must in a fight. In battle and indeed in all matters, she is also insistent Mordred loves battle, the more violent and intense the better, and shows absolutely no mercy to her opponents. Indeed, she is seemingly utterly without mercy. It may be surprising to some, then, that Mordred absolutely refuses to involve innocent civilians, will take no actions that could harm them, and will even do her best to defend them. In spite of how violent, rude, and arrogant she is, indeed it can be said that there are some traits of the blonde girl that can be considered knightly. Speaking of which, while Mordred has no issue with others knowing she is female, she utterly loathes being treated as girl. No matter who it is, no matter what the situation, she will immediately threaten anyone who calls her a girl with violence with absolutely no hesitation. At the same time, calling her a boy is likely to earn the same reaction. On the subject of her 'father', it can be said that Mordred outwardly hates her, but deeper down her feelings are far more confused. Mordred at once admires and loves King Arthur, but also despises and resents her in the same breath. She will not take praise of 'Father' well, but she will also become angry if 'Father' is insulted. She will take any chance she gets to wear something other then her armor, though she is also not a fan of anything overtly girly. She prefers shorts, tank tops, tube tops, jackets, and basically anything comfortable and easy to wear. She also greatly enjoys eating. She is also a rather immature, childish individual, prone to distractions and complaining.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B+
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: D
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Riding: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Instinct: B
  • Mana Burst: A
  • Battle Continuation: B
  • Charisma: C-
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against my Beautiful Father
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: This sword.
  • Effects: Clarent is a powerful sword in its own right. It is a strong, sharp weapon capable of quickly cutting through her enemies, but it possesses a key capability in channeling prana, allowing her to fire beams from the weapon. The strongest of these is an Anti-Fortress attack known as Clarent Blood Arthur, channeling her rage and prana into a devastating destructive blast. She will not use this if there is a chance of collateral damage against innocent people.
  
  
  • Name: Secret of Pedigree: Helm of Hidden Infidelity
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
  • Appearance: Mordred's helmet.
  • Effects: A Noble Phantasm that prevents her identity from being discerned and any of her parameters from being recognized. If she has any excuse to remove it, however, she will. It has no other effects, but it is a symbol of Morgan le Fay, Mordred's mother. Therefore, she would prefer not to wear it if she has any chance.
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Changes: N/A

Fate/Alter Divergence

Interest for sure!

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The horses steadily advanced out of town, towards the treeline. Fanilly was at their head, her white mare trotting confidently along as she went. For once, she felt somewhat confident in her choices. There was no real need to contemplate why Sir Tyaethe was a good choice when it came to tracking down and defeating... just about any target short of perhaps the greatest of dragons, and Sir Tiral and Dame Cymbeline only made sense due to being both full-blown knights and magi themselves.

Dame Vionne was one of the younger knights in the order, perhaps even shorter then Fanilly herself albeit several years her senior. Her warhammer, while without any particular special traits, was a large and heavy weapon excellent at breaking down even magical defenses with its impact. On top of that, the tall, unusual helmet she wore, an heirloom of her family, was a magic ward. It had no anti-magic traits, but spells would find her a difficult target, and most would simply curve away from her rather then hit directly.

Dame Avina wielded a long, somewhat heavy-looking sword, a tall woman with platinum blonde hair and a serious look. She didn't talk very much.

Sir Denvon was a tall, board man in heavy armor. On his person he carried several weapons, and a large shield.

Sir Elex was a lithe man in light armor, with a shortsword and a crossbow.

All for of them were accomplished knights of the order, and Fanilly felt comfortable with her choices.

"First, we must check with the fairies," Fanilly said, as the proceeded into the forest, "Given they seemed aware of the 'dark lady's' movements, it's important to follow up with them. After that... we shall have to be careful, as her base of operations is likely trapped, but even with the power she's displayed so far..."

A mage, even a powerful one, would have difficulty dealing with so many strong foes at once.

As they entered the forest, there was some commotion from the leaves... and soon enough, a large number of fairies began to emerge from the foliage.

@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@PKMNB0Y@TheFake

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Mordred

Mordred wasn't exactly happy. Servants didn't need to sleep, but that didn't mean she liked being woken up this early and dragged to something she had no way to contribute to. What was she going to say, that she'd killed some stuff that was causing trouble? That was really the only thing she could contribute. She had no patience for stuffy meetings like this, and she didn't recognize a single person she was looking at through the screen. Needless to say, it seemed like the blonde knight was particularly irritated with this situation. It didn't look like her potential Master needed her either... was there even any point in her being here?

No. No there really wasn't. Mordred wasn't going to sit here, bored out of her mind, as she watched people yammer at one another. They'd have to provide her all the important details afterwards anyway, right? That's how this whole thing worked. There was absolutely no need for her to be here.

The short girl got to her feet, jamming her hands firmly in her pockets as she did.

"There's no reason for me to be here," she commented, with a shrug, glancing between the... sizable pink-haired girl and the tiny blue-eyed samurai girl, "I'm not gonna sit on my ass and watch a cow and a brat complain about one of our team members, then listen to everyone drone about stuff I'm gonna learn later anyway. I'm out."

With that, she turned and started to walk away. Unless she was stopped, Mordred would leave the building entirely and likely go off to buy snacks.

The white-haired girl, who had managed to calm down enough to tolerate Tenshi's presence, suddenly shot to her feet on the other side of the screen.

"Excuse me?!"

Mordred didn't respond.

@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@KoL@PKMNB0Y

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@KnightsTemplar: With the edits I can't really see any reason to decline him.

@KoL: The only detail I feel the need to point out is she wouldn't be considered a knight of the order, but otherwise she looks fine! I feel like she might get along with Lyrie, given they're both in similar positions.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Okay, sorry about the delay, let me take a look in a bit.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Skuld

"Despite my appearance?" questioned Skuld, cocking her head to the side as she spoke. So they didn't think her appearance suited her nature, did they... It was difficult to hide the displeasure on Caster's face, even if it lasted only briefly. What did they imagine was the proper look for an evil elven queen, hm? Some buxom, overly large-breasted co-ah... No, now wasn't the time to dwell on such matters. Rather, it was the time to... explain herself, for once. Regardless of her role in life, she was not here for such purposes. No, she was planning on handling this... undead problem. At the same time, though... ah, she couldn't resist.

"Am I not the very image of an alluring, seductive queen?" she asked, running one hand across her chest as she licked her lips once more, "Certainly, you must simply be trying to hide your interest~ Fufufu..."

She paused for a moment, then cleared her throat.

"... Regardless, I chose to make myself known simply due to the circumstances. I had already planned to introduce myself after observing you for some time, but you located my presence before I had the chance," Skuld explained, gesturing idly with her right hand. It was the truth, she had been rather curious about this Servants and their... unusual Master, and therefore had elected to observe from a distance. She hadn't bothered to attempt to truly hide, because she felt she could simply explain if she was located. Regardless of anything else, the majority of these Servants, and their Master, hardly seemed to be the 'attack first, ask questions later' types.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Arturia Pendragon

"... I... am uncertain," Arturia confessed. It... wasn't impossible there was shared blood between King Arthur and Emperor Nero, but she had never learned if that was so. And if it was, it would be quite a distant relation, which made their similar looks all the more jarring. It couldn't be said that they were completely identical, but there was a similarity that went beyond coincidence in their facial features and hair. Of course, there were also numerous differences, one of which Caster rather quickly pointed out.

For a few moments, the blonde knight was silent, frowning. Drawing attention to such a thing was completely unnecessary. It didn't matter, not to her capabilities as a knight nor to anything else.

"... I am a knight before I am anything else," Saber asserted, folding her arms over her chest, "Such a thing is completely irrelevant to my abilities."

That was the end of that, at least in Arturia's mind, but the short girl could hardly prevent anyone else from bringing it back up at this point.

The market just ahead was somewhat bustling, with various stands selling various wares. One sold fish, fresh-caught from the local rivers and lakes, the cold temperatures helping to keep them from spoiling. Similarly, another stand was selling fresh red meat, the man and his daughter beside him eagerly advertising the freshness and quality of their venison.