Yukitamas

Fate/High Rollers

@Kala

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - The Hunt For Fun [1]

“Hohh.. Well then, I’m not one to say no to whatever’s put in-front of me." Sniffing every other second as they walked into the store, Archer seemed to relax and grin as he brandished his finger at the colorful menu. “You get to see what you get huh? Really, that’s real convenient. Still, just looking at it like that doesn’t tell you much.”

He shook his head before leaning back as they joined the line. Even peaking so he towered over the other individuals around them. Getting in their way and yet paying them no mind. His eyes focused on the spreads out on the tables around them. Sniffs came with each shift of his eyes as he looked over at the onion rings, shakes, sodas, alcoholic drinks and of course, burgers about.

“I smell a lot of things. Some of it… my brother probably wouldn’t be able to handle it with his weaker stomach. It’s very greasy, it’s interesting. Just how many of those things are cooking on those grills? It’s like they’re putting an entire cow there by the minute! You know? There’s a lotta sweet too, some sour. Mainly sweet… I can feel my eyes almost water from here too.”
Keen without being sensitive. Able to take in the world around him and understand it. Like a beast, like a man both. By the time they ordered he was getting a number of stares from various other patrons, even as drunkards and the elated skirt-chasers at the hems of Lady Fortune flooded in and out.

He picked out from the tray in Ahmicqui’s hands one of the greasy bundles of meat and sauces and crammed half of it in his mouth.

“MHh.. Ah.”

His grin grew larger as he shoved the rest of it in. “Tshg good. I like-” he interrupted himself to pick out a number of the fries peaking out to shove it into his mouth.
“Yeah, this is good. I’m ready for more.” he said without shame even as when they finally sat down he began to pick at the rest of the fries, perhaps taking a bit more time as he popped them in one by one this time. It wasn’t a sense of him conserving what was left with the amount of food he had beng depleted. It was a moment of leisure, of Archer simply enjoying it.

In other words he ate it how he wanted to even if that whim changed without care about how he would want to enjoy the meal as a whole. He sated the craving that panged in his stomach the moment it came.

“We only got the night right? Then let’s make the best of it.”

And so they ate.

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Corndogs by the handful crammed into his mouth, the sticks poking out of his maw as the hint as to the nature of his bulging cheeks. Even then his lips were pursed around a thick straw digging into the ice cold slush of a blended alcoholic drink.

_{“Haven’t ya seen? MY Endurance is B, and I’m me. A drink or two won’t do anything-”}

Or so he said.

Regardless, he weaved and went, on instinct as he was led by also pushed for their path. He had a sense for the flow, going to shops that were easy to slip in, and also turned out to be what appealed well to his tastes. As a result. He had a massive bag that was filled with nothing but food, filling as quick as his mouth.. And emptying not so coincidentally, as quickly too..

That said he was doing more than just gorge himself. He was relaxed, hardly cautious as he focused solely on his enjoyment.

But there was no need to be cautious, for he trusted his body and he trusted himself. The moment danger… no, fun came, he would know and be prepared.

“Yo, master. What sort of guy do you think’ll come out first?”
He took a chipped off piece of wood he broke off from a tree in passing earlier. It was used as a toothpick, Archer cleaned out his teeth and chewed it down into a fine point and dart at the same time. Now, tossing it about in his hand and letting it twirl in the sky, he played with it a bit before he sent it flying with a burst of movement from his wrist. The javelin-like toothpick flew, roaring like a screaming bird as it soared to the neon lit sky and crashed into the replica of the Eiffel Tower. Metal whined and cried out as it bent, the lattice structure crumpling and bending. The tower did not snap, nor did it break. But the sound and the sight of the landmark going dark as its tip bent was noticeable for all in the strip. For those with keen sight and special attention to this fated night it was Archer's declaration of war.

This was the beginning of the Holy Grail War.

Fate/High Rollers

@Kala

Red Archer

“Hmm. So this is the modern world.” That was the first thing he had said to his master.
Archer had seemed a imposing man, quiet but imposing. He asked basic analytical questions, mainly about the powers of his master, and on his own abilities. Proud, confident. He boasted of his raw power, and his ability, but delving into the specifics he was surprisingly precise and analytical. Despite his ego, he was, befitting his history, the hunter from which Israel fled from.

But that all changed the moment he noticed the city around them as they left the space that they met in. Jumping up to a lamp post to crouch over and hold onto, he let out a whistle as he took in the overwhelming sights of Las Vegas. His eyes had a glint of hunger, the excitement of anticipation as they scanned the bright cityscape. “I want to head out and have fun, master. I’ll give you victory, but it’s fine if I go out, right?”

He grinned. His blood was practically boiling, his gaze unable to focus as he looked at attraction after attraction. Just how many things were there? “Oh?.. that’s a crazy drink. It’s a buncha colors. Blue.. purple… pink… orange. Wait, that’s food? That’s not bread.. Wait is that bread? I’m not sure even I could fit that into my mouth.”

The sight of an experienced hunter, and the city-viewing gaze of the Archer class. Perhaps one could call it frivolous, but from there Archer could see all about the city and the details of the various ongoers gorging themselves on vice and fun. At the time he even looked rather lighthearted, almost childish in how he practically salivated at the notion of joining them to sate himself.

But then he let out a quiet “Hmf.” one signifying self-satisfaction before leaping back down. He raised his head over his shoulder, and looked over to his master with a growing grin. “If there’s anyone strong they’ll come out, for me. So don’t worry, just by walking out I promise a battle. Ah but wait a minute.” He smiled normally and laughed. “Do you even eat? A normal, genuine question. “Well, it’s a little weird if you stand around eating while I don’t but that’s fine with me.”

Really, it wasn’t like that he needed to eat either. But that wasn’t what his body was telling him. Life was about using your strength, and enjoying life because of your strength. It was as simple as that, and for him his power itself was an enjoyment too.

"I think I get an idea of where I can fight. There's a lot of variety here, but this place is small compared to the forests I've been around. Easy enough, I could hit something from one side at the other... maybe. I guess it's harder if it's a human sized target. I'm better at hunting monsters. But when it comes to fighting I'm strong."

Fate/High Rollers

Archer Born Red

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Titles: The Red Hunter, Edom, The Hairy.

Sex: Male

Attribute: (Leave blank for now)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Savage)

Personality

A prideful man, a simple man. To live is to live, and to be stolen from is a slight no matter how one feels about what is lost. Live in the moment, flaunt your strength. Rage at those who oppose you, raise your might to that of the law and the natural providence. For those who were born strong it is only natural for them to attain what is theirs.

A man who lives a very simple and straightforward life. His feelings however stemming from his base wants, enjoyment of idolatrous ways, and the earthly pleasures. Both lead him down him down his path and yet have a contradictory dissatisfaction with his fate.

I do not wish for your covenant and those values. I wish for the talents I was born for and the wilds that please me so. I wish for naught but to live in the fields, to hunt and take what is mine and for me alone.

Yet that inheritance is mine, and the sowing of nations is only natural.

Even the most simplest of man find clash and conflict through their surroundings and the various desires they look upon the world.

Archer is a man frustrated. Frustrated at the life he enjoyed and yet felt dissatisfied, plagued by lingering resentment and grudges. Matters that in the grand scheme of things do not matter, yet status and things taken from him. Trickery that has perhaps led the world for the better and yet even as he lives his own separate world he cannot help but keep an eye glimpsing at what could have been even without want.

In the end he wants to walk a straight simple path, and yet also stand at the top of it.

Really, it's not at all strange that he'd be attracted to a grail war. But perhaps even he does not know what his wish really is.

History: A brief summary of the history or mythology behind the Servant. Not much detail is needed, but cover any difference between agreed history and this interpretation, or which of multiple mythic interpretations you’re using.

Parameters:
Strength: B+
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: D

Class Skills

Independent Action: A-

It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.

For Esau who lived through his own strengths, was denied blessings and abandoned the covenant and path of god despite his status as the firstborn of Isaac. Turning away from such patronage, and taking a separate unintended path it is difficult to grant him boon or malus.

For such a man, with his strength and body, stands in a sense, among the wilds, alone.

Magic Resistance: C

Negates spells with a chant of two verses or less. Cannot defend against something more complex, like high magecraft or ritual curses.

Walking not in the grace of god, and given what amounts to spiritual scraps. It is not surprising that despite the age and period of Archer, active when great mysteries were still abundant, that his magic resistance is still rather low for a Knight Class Servant.

Personal Skills

Born of Red: A+

Esau, the red one, the rough one. All things are born bathed in blood, and many would mature and walk lives just as soaked as well. The culmination of his various techniques, gifts and way of life. His abilities as a hunter, as a man garbed in red are second to none. The one who runs aflock the sins and blood-stained earth and picks his fill of its bounties.

His abilities as a huntsman able to stalk his prey, shoot down all targets, and lay traps are second to none. The pressure and influence of an enviroment has no bearing on the ability of the one who roams the earth as his playground. Through these skills does he show himself as a huntsman worthy of the title of Knight of the Bow.

Instinct: A-

A keen sixth sense that permeates and directs Archer’s actions and life. Born from his innate senses and bolstered by his way of life. At this point it reaches into the realm of future-sight. The penalties by physical impedance such as visual and auditory interference and obstruction is halved.

However due to the anecdotes of being tricked, and led by his base instincts there is a greater penalty against skills that turn his instinct and impulses against him.

Taste for the Wild Earth: B

Born of great strength, stature and garbed in violent red. The secondary blessing inherited from Isaac, and his way of life have blended together to sublimate his existence as one who turns his back on the spiritual and embraces his talents and pleasures of the dirtied physical world.

In all checks and contests physical a plus correction is given, while in matters more spiritual a minus correction is applied.

Though he stands, tricked and turned from an intended path, where he sets his eyes on he suffers no equal.

In the matters of Luck (Force of Providence) rather than luck (fortune and blessing) his ability and instinct to survive leads to instead a bonus.

Noble Phantasm

A Pot Traded

Name: For We, Nations You and I.

Title: Birthright Stewed in Red.

Rank: D+

NP Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Nation)

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

Two nations struggle in the womb, and set themselves in odds. Birthrights are stolen and given, and blessings are past. Conflict, reconciliation, fortune and wealth of all sorts. The relation of brothers is as much about what they long for as it is what they were given.

Their fates were intertwined in conflict before birth itself, preordained and yet a result of them as individuals rather than just the machinations of god.

Once was Esau led by his brother to trade his birthright for stew. Twice he was tricked and denied by his brother, his place taken for the bestowment of a blessing.

The representation of his frivolous feelings towards the intended inherited path, yet mixed with his desire to take what is rightfully his. On top of also being his status, mirroring his brother as a man that conceptually holds the status of a “Nation”. In the end his place is that of a giver who wants to take.

Bestowing to one a gift of his blessing, one is raised to the level of Archer. In other words one reaches the status of a nation. Yet what is there to be given by Esau? The life of primeval-man, of a huntsman who abandons the spiritual path. From him is born civilization yet his state is the barbarism that eventually paves a path to the world.

One becomes a nation out of civilization and reaches a state of a primeval barbarian as well.

It goes without saying, but Archer has no fondness for this Noble Phantasm’s invocation.

By the way lentils, considered a superfood are a nutritionally dense food, proper for any sort of man. Containing a balance of vitamins, nutrients, protein and carbohydrates they fuel and energize perfectly.

Edom

Name: Savage Eden

Title: Devouring Shot of Law and Path

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Civilization

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 900

Description:

The surge of blood, the establishment of civilization paved paradoxically by the lawless savage rules. The laws of nature are conquered and are risen above, it is through conquering the world that man then moves onto crafting their own worlds.

A shot that symbolizes Edom, fired by the Primeval Hunter, Esau. A rupting nation-building blow that paves away what rules and civilization are in place. Devour what lies in place and create fertile land. What lies at the end of his bow and sight is without a doubt, Edom. What he creates and feasts upon is without a doubt a earthly Eden that provides the lush foundation for his hunting ground and his the people and culture that springs from him. As a result it is paradoxically a builder of civilization that functions as a civilization-erosion attack.

In a sense a progenitor and relative to the great tree that established the mighty Empire that Esau's people, the Endomites have been conflated and connected with. The world of Rome. The people and land that spread through savagery and eventually rose into civilization. Even from beasts (wolves) can man be born.

Fate/High Rollers

Archer Born Red

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Titles: The Red Hunter, Edom, The Hairy.

Sex: Male

Attribute: (Leave blank for now)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Savage)

Personality

A prideful man, a simple man. To live is to live, and to be stolen from is a slight no matter how one feels about what is lost. Live in the moment, flaunt your strength. Rage at those who oppose you, raise your might to that of the law and the natural providence. For those who were born strong it is only natural for them to attain what is theirs.

A man who lives a very simple and straightforward life. His feelings however stemming from his base wants, enjoyment of idolatrous ways, and the earthly pleasures. Both lead him down him down his path and yet have a contradictory dissatisfaction with his fate.

I do not wish for your covenant and those values. I wish for the talents I was born for and the wilds that please me so. I wish for naught but to live in the fields, to hunt and take what is mine and for me alone.

Yet that inheritance is mine, and the sowing of nations is only natural.

Even the most simplest of man find clash and conflict through their surroundings and the various desires they look upon the world.

Archer is a man frustrated. Frustrated at the life he enjoyed and yet felt dissatisfied, plagued by lingering resentment and grudges. Matters that in the grand scheme of things do not matter, yet status and things taken from him. Trickery that has perhaps led the world for the better and yet even as he lives his own separate world he cannot help but keep an eye glimpsing at what could have been even without want.

In the end he wants to walk a straight simple path, and yet also stand at the top of it.

Really, it's not at all strange that he'd be attracted to a grail war. But perhaps even he does not know what his wish really is.

History: A brief summary of the history or mythology behind the Servant. Not much detail is needed, but cover any difference between agreed history and this interpretation, or which of multiple mythic interpretations you’re using.

Parameters:
Strength: B+
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: D

Class Skills

Independent Action: A-

It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.

For Esau who lived through his own strengths, was denied blessings and abandoned the covenant and path of god despite his status as the firstborn of Isaac. Turning away from such patronage, and taking a separate unintended path it is difficult to grant him boon or malus.

For such a man, with his strength and body, stands in a sense, among the wilds, alone.

Magic Resistance: C

Negates spells with a chant of two verses or less. Cannot defend against something more complex, like high magecraft or ritual curses.

Walking not in the grace of god, and given what amounts to spiritual scraps. It is not surprising that despite the age and period of Archer, active when great mysteries were still abundant, that his magic resistance is still rather low for a Knight Class Servant.

Personal Skills

Born of Red: A+

Esau, the red one, the rough one. All things are born bathed in blood, and many would mature and walk lives just as soaked as well. The culmination of his various techniques, gifts and way of life. His abilities as a hunter, as a man garbed in red are second to none. The one who runs aflock the sins and blood-stained earth and picks his fill of its bounties.

His abilities as a huntsman able to stalk his prey, shoot down all targets, and lay traps are second to none. The pressure and influence of an enviroment has no bearing on the ability of the one who roams the earth as his playground. Through these skills does he show himself as a huntsman worthy of the title of Knight of the Bow.

Instinct: A-

A keen sixth sense that permeates and directs Archer’s actions and life. Born from his innate senses and bolstered by his way of life. At this point it reaches into the realm of future-sight. The penalties by physical impedance such as visual and auditory interference and obstruction is halved.

However due to the anecdotes of being tricked, and led by his base instincts there is a greater penalty against skills that turn his instinct and impulses against him.

Taste for the Wild Earth: B

Born of great strength, stature and garbed in violent red. The secondary blessing inherited from Isaac, and his way of life have blended together to sublimate his existence as one who turns his back on the spiritual and embraces his talents and pleasures of the dirtied physical world.

In all checks and contests physical a plus correction is given, while in matters more spiritual a minus correction is applied.

Though he stands, tricked and turned from an intended path, where he sets his eyes on he suffers no equal.

In the matters of Luck (Force of Providence) rather than luck (fortune and blessing) his ability and instinct to survive leads to instead a bonus.

Noble Phantasm

A Pot Traded

Name: For We, Nations You and I.

Title: Birthright Stewed in Red.

Rank: D+

NP Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Nation)

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

Two nations struggle in the womb, and set themselves in odds. Birthrights are stolen and given, and blessings are past. Conflict, reconciliation, fortune and wealth of all sorts. The relation of brothers is as much about what they long for as it is what they were given.

Their fates were intertwined in conflict before birth itself, preordained and yet a result of them as individuals rather than just the machinations of god.

Once was Esau led by his brother to trade his birthright for stew. Twice he was tricked and denied by his brother, his place taken for the bestowment of a blessing.

The representation of his frivolous feelings towards the intended inherited path, yet mixed with his desire to take what is rightfully his. On top of also being his status, mirroring his brother as a man that conceptually holds the status of a “Nation”. In the end his place is that of a giver who wants to take.

Bestowing to one a gift of his blessing, one is raised to the level of Archer. In other words one reaches the status of a nation. Yet what is there to be given by Esau? The life of primeval-man, of a huntsman who abandons the spiritual path. From him is born civilization yet his state is the barbarism that eventually paves a path to the world.

One becomes a nation out of civilization and reaches a state of a primeval barbarian as well.

It goes without saying, but Archer has no fondness for this Noble Phantasm’s invocation.

By the way lentils, considered a superfood are a nutritionally dense food, proper for any sort of man. Containing a balance of vitamins, nutrients, protein and carbohydrates they fuel and energize perfectly.

Edom

Name: Savage Eden

Title: Devouring Shot of Law and Path

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Civilization

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 900

Description:

The surge of blood, the establishment of civilization paved paradoxically by the lawless savage rules. The laws of nature are conquered and are risen above, it is through conquering the world that man then moves onto crafting their own worlds.

A shot that symbolizes Edom, fired by the Primeval Hunter, Esau. A rupting nation-building blow that paves away what rules and civilization are in place. Devour what lies in place and create fertile land. What lies at the end of his bow and sight is without a doubt, Edom. What he creates and feasts upon is without a doubt a earthly Eden that provides the lush foundation for his hunting ground and his the people and culture that springs from him. As a result it is paradoxically a builder of civilization that functions as a civilization-erosion attack.

In a sense a progenitor and relative to the great tree that established the mighty Empire that Esau's people, the Endomites have been conflated and connected with. The world of Rome. The people and land that spread through savagery and eventually rose into civilization. Even from beasts (wolves) can man be born.

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

Rider

“L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle."

"Understanding exists but for love's sake. But to understand is love itself."

Servant Profile __________________________________________________________ True-Name: Dante Alighieri Aliases:The Supreme Poet Gender: Male Attribute: Man Legend Era:1265-1321 ADAge of Man Alignment: Chaotic Good Qualified Classes: Caster Character Objectives:To guide others just as Virgil and Beatrice have guided him... Although some fun with some big breasted babes a reunion with Beatrice would be nice. Naturally he's also interested in meeting some other great minds.

Legend __________________________________________________________ Type: what Source: Historical Region: Italy Weapon: The Truth Appearance: Explain here

Stats __________________________________________________________ Strength:E Endurance:C Agility:C + (The plus comes in effect around big breasted women for the purposes of well-) Mana: B+ Luck: A+

Abilities __________________________________________________________ Class Skills Riding (Beatrice) C+++ Without the anecdote of being a notable rider beyond his voyage on the boat of Charon, his rank in this skill is conventionally low despite the class of the mount. Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill and knowledge. However it is when it comes to the riding of the boat that represents his journey that, his riding, surely guided by his muse of Virgil, and most importantly, Beatrice, reaches a heavenly level. His ability of controlling his Noble Phantasm and that which leads to heaven is without a doubt worthy of the name Rider. After all, it’s not only just his adventure, but one that he travels with others. Magic Resistance: B+ Through faith and the guidance of Virgil, and the elevation of heaven it is not strange at all that Rider has a rather high rank in this skill. Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. Damage is reduced, and against compatible magecraft or circumstances even high-thaumaturgy would be negated or contested. The path to heaven cannot be denied by mere fake replications and miracles. That which is born of sin, that which misleads and born of malice is without question opposed. The truth will not be obscured. Personal Skills Harmonic Path of Reason: B+ The guide out of sin. The man who has sinned, who did not reach heaven and yet fell not to hell. The man who was stained by the virtue of his company, and yet rose above it through knowledge and intelligence. Civilization is what prevents one from being a beast, and even if one cannot become a heavenly saint as a mere man illuminated by the light of art, it is the start of the path that leads one to the divine. The accompaniment of Virgil is not physical, but rather a matter of the guidance Rider’s own logic and thoughts have taken in mimicry of him, along with the burden of “one guided by Virgil” that leads him away from that which would lay him low or lead him astray. To be taught how to conquer the fear from beasts and primal evils, and to be taught how to walk the correct path away from the sins that plague all man. The purpose of knowledge is to live in accordance and in harmony with the laws of heaven. Through Virgil of pagans and earth (man) he is brought to a path that connects with Beatrice (heaven). His conduct as man leads him to the divine. While Virgil is not one who reaches heaven himself, it is through his civilization and his art that Rider is prepared as one who is a vessel for the divine. Such a methodology is agreed upon by both men of the church, and magi alike. Mental effects, pressure and negative effects are drastically reduced or negated in potency. Beautific Beauty: A Beatrice, redemption, guidance. Brought towards the god/heaven and divine. A skill representing the love and saving grace of Beatrice, and the connection that Rider has with the maiden. A path to heaven, and the guide that leads him out of purgatory and hell, to paradise. A place where sinners may not tread, where pagans are turned away. It is Virgil who saved Dante from degrading himself into a sinner, but it is Beatrice who brings her to what is good. Art, beauty, meaning. All such things are given by one who applies such concepts and value to another. The perfect lens will present a perfect unwarped world, and just so the purity and beauty of Beatrice gives birth to a saintly and pure Rider. Through her grace and her observation, her love, he reaches the realm of the divine. Also applies via master-servant. Heroic Spirit rank stuff. Observation of legends engraves it into the human order and gives it meaning. It is through those who read tales and see art that give it such value. Even heroic spirits in turn are elevated by observers. No matter how grand a human, or the mind. It is only in contact with others that one can create a world. It is through trust in others and god that reasoning can be made and humanity advanced. Trust that others can impart their experience and wisdom, trust that all things have a purpose and trust in the good of god. Without love the path cannot be seen. il Sommo Poeta: EX The Poet supreme, the greatest writer and artist of the Italian Language. The man who journeyed through hell and arrived to heaven, who defined and laid the foundations for many impetuses for European art. A man who stands as a one and only, and a man who can describe and invoke all and anything. The greatest goods, the cravenest evils. The only thing beyond his reapproach that keeps him from being the one and only is his inability to write of god (perfection)/ [「」Such is the limitation of one「」 who is still human. To understand, and to more importantly, invoke and make others see and understand. The true value of his talent is not to bring forth the physical example, but the essence and meaning of things. Such is art. Yet to comprehend and describe perfection would in turn degrade it, with it no longer being (god). This inability is less a fault, and more the rule of a man. Yet it is also his status as a man that lets him impart his views and art to others flawlessly. As a poet and man who looks to the hearts and mysteries of things he can only be then called, perfectly imperfect. To surpass this would require... La Mia Personal Condanna Name: (My Personal Condemnation) Title: The Truth Wrapped Around Judgement Rank: A NP Type: Anti-Truth Range: 1-100 Maximum Number of Targets: - Description: The condemnation of his enemies and those he critiqued as those who languish in the circles of hell. However it is not a matter of simply grudges, but rather scorn of their faults and a revelation of their sins. More than a shallow and childish attack that lashes out with impudent temper at those he disliked. There are "those whose merit shines a bright guiding light, even in hell. Even the most intellectual and genius, the pious and even revered. Even his beloved Brunetto, and the great philosophers Aristotle and Socrates are among those who have been kept in these depths. Those whose sins are great against the order of Heaven, those who hold only the sin of not knowing Christ, and those who he saw as having faults that he accentuated with his words and truths. Under Rider’s judgement, one is condemned to hell, and the truth of one’s sin is revealed. However the nature of the noble phantasm is not merely of assigning sin and degrading one, but that of taking form to the truth, a truth that Rider spins. A truth that while may distort slightly, or focus only on a part of a whole, is nonetheless accentuated and manifested. The ability of the Noble Phantasm is to utilize the “truth” as a conceptual weapon. One could say that this is related to the magecraft of turning words into conceptual blades and other objects. Blades that represent a shining truth, stakes that condemn a truth of punishment and sin, a shield that may shy away from evil with the truth of purity. In a sense it is the understanding and language of Rider brought to arms. Procession Matilda Title: The River Upflowing. Rank: C+ NP Type: Anti-World Range: 1 is minimum, 99 is maximum. Format is usually something like 2-50, that's Via Expugnatio and Bellerophon's range. That means Via Expugnatio cannot attack you if your range is 1 from it. Maximum Number of Targets: 1-10 (3) Description: What does it do? The boat that travels Styx, and the final signs and preparation from the lady Matilda combined, along with the burden of heaven and hell. A vehicle that allows one to venture into the realm after life, beginning a transformative odyssey while still alive. The vehicle that descends into that which holds evil and yet knowledge. It is through the tour and exhibition of the world (human evil) that is one is taught and climbs to the peak of Mount Purgatorio Sin must be “known” and “forgotten”. Lethe and Eunoe are partaken of and with the experience and knowledge that has been refined and proved pure. The earthly struggles are forgotten and one reaches heaven. Seven rings surround the boat, rotating and propelling the vehicle forth through water or the air. Yet it is not the rings that transfix the boat, but the boat that transfixes the rings. When the true name of the Boat is invoked a “mud” flows in its wake. From the seven rings are born the texture of the underworld and hell, painting over the surrounding area and applying it to the world around. A space degrading, that showcases sin, dragging away the providence all living beings have. While in the innermost three at the peak of Pugatorio and at the gates of heaven evil is forgotten and expulsed, leaving those who ride with the protection of Dante safeguarded from its effects. The three that are a stand in for both the world and the trinity as a trine that approaches the divine are Earth (Virgil) Spirit (Dante) and the Father (Beatrice). The connection to earth and sin is made with the Pagan Virgil, and so heaven and hell are connected. The seven circles of purgatorio, the three of heaven The nine layers of hell and Lucifer who resides at its core. Meeting together they form 10, a completed world. Just as the odyssey of Dante took him through all of hell, purgatorio and to the heavens, now the world is driven into a journey by him. Free of shackles or sin unlike Dis or Pluto, the one who holds the reins and commands the boat is Rider. However the true potential of the boat cannot be reached alone. For after all, heaven and the world are not born alone. The system of man, and the system of nature together form the life upon the planet, and the workings of god cannot be reached by one’s lonesome. Even if he were to hold the status of being accompanied and guided by his guides, it requires a true presence to form a true trine with to reach the full journey to god. In a pinch the frozen rings can bludgeon people too. But really?

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Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

Wakame

Magus Profile __________________________________________________________ Matou Shinji: Homurahara’s Tide Flash. Worm Fencer. Ignorant Scion : Male: Age:17 Heritage Crest:500+ Family:Matou Species: Human Specialties: Character Objectives: A fish out of water, his path is yet to be determined. Will he discover that he cannot breath, or that he had wings all along?	Regend __________________________________________________________ Country: Japan Nationality: Japanese Affiliations: N/A Rank: N/A Alignment: Lawful Evil Explain here the personality section should say all it needs to.

Stats __________________________________________________________ Magic Circuit Switch: The presence of another worming into his mind. You are not alone. Number of Magic Circuits: D Quality of Magic Circuits: C Mana: B Elemental Affinity: Water. The element of the Matou family, blood and magecraft. Origin: No Comment.

Abilities __________________________________________________________ General Magecraft The basics. While not with his “partner” long, the inheritance that is being engraved into him includes the basics as is expected. The means of actualizing general magecraft, processing mana or od into magical energy and injecting it into a formula within a foundation, or manipulating magical energy comes as a matter of course. However it could be said that handling magic energy is his talent, both from inexperience and from the nature of the “partner” that has dug into him and engraves this inherited knowledge. Personal Magecraft Absorption: Not a magecraft itself but rather an attribute applied to Matou Shinji. The ability of the Matou family and the trait that is inherited. Something that applies to everything Shinji does. All things return to the user, and the user takes in all. Taking in energy, information. The basis of how their crest works, and perhaps part of what shapes their nature of obsession. With it the utilization of curses can only be called suicide as the nature of cursing one’s self is amplfiied and returns to the self. Such an act can only be called a build up akin to self-destruction. Inherited Knowledge: The current ability of Matou Shinji to function as a magus befitting the legacy of the Matou is low. Knowledge is still piecemeal and still being contextualized. Yet progression is still fast and eventually he’ll be able to access more and more. As is his knowledge on familiars, and their utilization is above average due to the focus of the Matou speciality, along with the taking in of things at the current stage. Non-Magical Talents Fencing: The ability for the sport, and swordsmanship in general. While not a freak of nature who would step into the realms of the superhuman by physical discipline alone without further guidance. Hard work and talent have led to an adept ability of footwork, hand-eye coordination, reflexes and a instinct for exposing and tearing down one’s weaknesses. Such a thing seems a bit innate, as one with flaws who lashes out at the ones exhibited in others. To break one down seems his talent. His overbearing, pressuring and unrelenting work has earned him the title of the Tide Flash of Homurahara. Naturally this comes with a good amount of fitness, although he certainly is more on the lithe and speedy side rather than brawny. All in all his body is something he is capable of utilizing and this cultivation in turn has better prepared him for playing host. Academics and Occultic knowledge: The knowledge of learning as a normal man could with texts, reading and interest. His grades are among the top of the highschool and his proddings into the mystical have been varied and mixed. Certainly there’s a bit of something known that’s relevant… surely.

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A busybody, and a rather overbearing and selfish man. He holds a sense of morality and justice, along with being someone who cares for the rules. But he excuses his own transgressions and breaking of them as of course, he understands them so at the core he’s a law abiding citizen. No one is a criminal for jay walking, or skipping out on a unpleasant meal at a restaurant or messing with others at times right? As long as one understood the rules and didn’t do anything too bad they were still a good person.

Really, a troublesome sort.

His own genius, looks and the money inherited has given him plenty of bargaining power, and his way with other people is akin to that of a centering queen bee. However, his ability to form a true connection with others has at times lacked. Never coming across a certain busybody, he finds himself aimless, struggling with life alone even as he easily talks with others and directs them.

He could be said to not have a dream. To want to excel, to have hobbies. That can be said to be a substitute, or even a symptom that plagues one that has the problem of no dream to satisfy them, no ideal to hold themselves to.

Without something for the world to truly offer him and set his heart ablaze he can only withdraw into himself, praise himself, place his hopes and interest onto himself.

A egoist who wishes for something more. Entrapping himself, to break out of his own mold would tear away his foundations.

But would what is cruelly exposed shine, or rot away?

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The Matou family, the changed psuedonym taken by the Russian magus Makiri Zolgen who switched his names in the eastern style and took cover in the land prepared for the ritual known as the Holy Grail War.

The story of his pursuit of utopia, salvation and the sacrifice of love for the sake of humanity, justice and the world is not the one being told today.

The rise and the fall of the Matous, it’s new rebirth. All such things hardly are part of Matou Shinji’s life. A scion who leads the top of Homurahara Academy’s academic records in excellence as a student, the captain of its established Fencing Club that he has brought to national attention.

Without a weight that ties him down and denied expectations he has blossomed quite well into an accomplished and noted, if troublesome young man. However just as he has not been shown empty promise or the loss of a glory or a denied position, there has been little “expected” of him since birth. Surrounded by normal faces, given no pushing direction he can only pursue the normal expectations set upon him and the impetus from society itself. To show himself as the best is his enjoyment and yet there’s something that lacks in his heart.

In a way it’s an incredibly mundane and common dilemma that plagues the youth. His friends are few even as his fans and acquaintances are many. He dabbles into much and excels at most, but truly masters or enjoys many things.

Colorless, with sparks of dulled dyes. The sort of world that makes one pull more and more into himself. Never quite matching with his sister, or his uncle with hands off and distant relations to his own parents.

His own interests eventually took him into studying the occult, and at times he even secretly practiced the meaningless and meaningful, studying the western thoughts and cultures of the past to learn and imitate. Derision at himself and yet pleasure in learning came hand in hand as the meaningless actions piled up slowly building up a karma where nothing should have happened.

As a result on the day of destiny and fate he came across something that he should have not. A slip from the basement that was the seat of power of the old ghost of the Matou long gone came as he prepared his secret hobby.

A thing that should not exist.

A phantom of the past.

A mystery uncovered.

The true inheritance, and legacy of his blood.

A intruder, a poison that had managed to languish and survive. It could not devour a human, nor did it seek to. In a sense it was a matter of completion of its role.

What was foreign became part. Myriad created circles reacted to a potential and unneeded yet vital part of him.

The connection and channel opened.

A bruise became a symbol of dominion.

Welcome, master, to the Holy Grail war.

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As is canon/Fate Extra style

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

I can bring a Rider.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

@GreenGoat

Gaia Dryte

It was fast, and it didn’t stop. He didn’t expect to hit it with his first volley, but if it didn’t make him enough of a target to make the ship deviate from its course of action. Then at least it’d grab the attention of his own side. The eyes of anyone, no, everyone gathered. Even as the various lines of communication blew up with the various announcements, panicked or authoritative. Well, he’ll let Sheena deal with that mess. He came out here to do one thing and it was as good a starting spot as any.

This wasn’t a show or an invasion by the boat, or it won’t be in the end. It was fast, and surprisingly deadly.

But it wasn’t the Companion. Really. Compared to having to deal with Sheena... Well. He'd take the weird modern reenactment of forgotten machines any day.

His next shots rattled the plane, striking its frame and ripping gouges in with the grazing of the LEWIN’s shots. A technical hit but nothing that would pierce into the core of the machine or hit the pilot. Plasteel ripped away from being touched and grinded against, sparks flashing against the cockpit before the bullets disappeared into the void.

“Dancing about right? Well, keep it up for as long as you can.” The fact that he didn’t hit it down yet was something that sparked a touch of irritation in him. His fingers ground into the controls tighter, pushing hard enough that his hands felt an ache.

“Come on, I don’t have all day and there’s other stuff going on too.”

His frusturation brought a moment’s peace, his firing diffuse in his aggression. Yet the shower of bullets that surrounded the ship was a tight cover that oppressively restricted it and threatened to rip it apart. Slowly he was collecting himself and getting used to the ship’s flight, adjusting quick enough, he’d definitely be able to shoot it down before it left his operating range.

“Tch, one more?... I’m thinking one more. But that’s all you’re squeezing out of me.”

A fourth rocket fired, followed after by the Terra Fossil in another blast of its thruster. Even as the forces sunk into his body, head barely kept from bobbing around from its anchoring straps, he continued to fire. The surrounding escort of bullets that worked to preclude an attempt from slipping away, the rocket meant as a explosive finish to match the beginning, were, despite the playout figured in his mind no less bloodthirsty than the star projectile.

Giving chase as he was, it’d be a few vital more moments, a few vital more threatening volleys before the plane could leave his sights and range. If it didn’t go down no, he’d definitely do it in those next ones.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

@Greengoat @veenknight343

Gaia Dryte

There wasn’t too much of a danger, or that’s some said. But then there were those who still remembered the raid and assault of the Butcher. Whether it was a distraction, or just the opening hand for an audacious second attempt was hard for anyone to tell. But the need to worry for the royal family and yet not show weakness went hand in hand. The Venue, even docked as it was could not simply cower away, nor could it be risked in any manner.

Well.

The exposition was all about showing off new things right? Then he’d do it. He’ll come out to play.

The familiar Terra Fossil was a comfort, easier to drive compared to the Redcoat or Tommy in his eyes. But being so dependent and reliant on the boosters for all sorts of movement… Well. It wasn’t like he needed to outrace or corner the the intruder.

“Gaia Dryte, heading out.” Declaring his sorie as the launch-gate opened to the void of space. The hiss of air filled his ears for a few moments as his mask snapped into the suit helmet, integrating with its systems and frame.

“Taking position to fire upon the enemy and halt its aggression.”

He’d show off his own abilities, the Terra’s abilities. As for what it couldn’t do. Well, there was no need to show that off. Starting off with a strong impression, the Terra Fossil burst into action with a surprising blast of speed. The frame around him shook and shuddered from the strain on the reactor and the sudden acceleration from the reactor-plugged thruster roaring to life. He held it until he reached the point he desired. Within orbit of the colony and taking a point that had a line of fire towards the various paths the aggressor could take. A place that also potentially baited the foe into taking him as a target with his relative isolation. A rook castling a king, or that’s how that man, Brache would put it, going off Sheena’s comments about him. Not that he could defend that massive king really.

The Railgun mounted on the Mobile-Tank was ready to fire anytime, and the hands of the Fossil rose up, armed in this case with two LEWINs. There was no need for a whiskey. Not with the speeds that this thing was moving. Hitting it with the Starblazer was already asking for a lot.

“Sheena.” he opened up a private communication line. “Never showed you hunting like it’s down on good old classic earth, huh? Well, they say it goes a bit something like this… So keep your eyes open.”

Being flashy was more like her, so he wondered if she’d make fun of him, berate him, or unironically think what he was about to do cool. As he took his aim he flipped on another communications to the soldiers in the area. "Hey, might wanna get outta the way. Things're gonna light up you know." He offered with a shrug. "More for whoever that is than us if I have anything to say about it. But it'd be nice if you guys didn't get in the way and decided to take the stage as fireworks instead."

A trio of rockets launched out with the warning, blazing through space in a race with the plane heading towards where the unidentified aggressor flew towards. But before they could fly off to the void, avoided they suddenly turned twisted and shook before exploding as the passage of a MAG-shot ripped through them.

It was easy enough to follow the rockets he fired himself after all.

“Consider it a warning shot.” he spoke out to no one in particular.

The explosions were enough to pelt the plane with some heat, but hardly enough for some damage. If anything it was as meaningful as a flare in frightening its pilot. But it was enough of a grazing touch to get their attention.

What do you do now?

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

@Golden Spiral

Gaia Dryte

Really, this was all a pain. At this point he had enough to think on being sleepy as he was. But even beyond that fatigue the thoughts that slowly bubbled up as the overwhelming adrenaline and situation of the simulation faded away all concerned one thing. The Expo. There was time to digest it but...

The Venue's Recent Past

“So the expo right? I was thinking the magnet-collector, and maybe the sirens. Maybe even a incinerator. Waste is hard to manage right? Collecting scraps, improving filters. If the closed space of a colony had those issues… Well, it’s like treating one of the compounds back home. It isn’t like it’s an open environment there right? I think I can do something then. The outside is danger, inside has its own circulation. A closed space, a system." He found himself babbling a bit. Antsy, maybe a bit nervous. It wasn't anything to do with the royal figure with him.

He offered a smile “Some of it’s theoretical, assuming it’d work in space or in colonies. But I could show how some of it works on Earth. Maybe it’d be good to be tested on the moons first? But the idea can be presented, their attention grabbed. The details don’t matter as much until then right? We can fill those in, I can.” He rose to his feet and leaned in, curving forth and suddenly was in her face, palms pressed onto the table.

“This is it right? The chance, what I’ve been studying for. Of course even if we don’t make big waves now there’ll be more later but..”

His palm ground into a blueprint sheet. Slightly clammy, cold. Sticking to him like a half-discarded skin. In a year his knowledge matured into something that could be explained, that could be put down in paper. Concrete visions taken form that could be shared, thought-out constructed approaches and plans that went beyond simply doing as he figured.

This wasn’t just tinkering, putting together something that was needed at the time or forcing a machine of war together. Convincing others, making them understand, share in what he said could be. But then why did it feel off? What were his doubts.

“Can this stuff. Or well, can a reputation and money really change the direction of peoples hearts and their lives? Or..."

It was left unsaid.

Was the talents of the princess of war the only real path?

He came up here to destroy the pirates, to take revenge on those who came down and brought further turmoil to his home. Really, what was his year of effort for then? He’d made the Terra Fossil, he learned of Mobile Suits, and he fought and was being grilled. That was fine, but what as all the rest? What was… He pushed forth with a finger he could barely feel a page that detailed his ideas for a safety feature utilizing magnetic interference.

Did he simply get engrossed in it all, being overwhelmed by the luxuries and wealth of resources of the Empire and life in it? Did he see what could be wanted it to be better? Or maybe he wanted to think of himself as something more than just another killer.

“Hey, why was I brought up. Why am I really here?..." It wasn't a matter of just asking about her own motives in taking him under her wing. It was a quiet request for direction. The young man asking to be told in a moment of weakness what he was. "I... Forget that." Gaia shook his head before retreating to slump back in his own chair.

"Sheena. What's Venus about?"