Be postan soon.

Oi, Tatsy, wanna collab in a bit? Get Beatrice and Saber out of the shop and back home. And get her Alias'd up, I guess.

New guy, fresh and ready to go.

Plague Knight? Dont tell me... thats a Hero of concept, perhaps one of the Horseman of the apocalypse.

Hmm... Not a hero of concept, but you're on the right track!

Literally a Plague Marine.

*Ahem*

Since I've been elected as representative from the Skype-pu Channel, I am here to make a declaration....

YO PEOPLEZ, GET ON SKYPEZ AND JOIN THE CONVERSATIONZ!!!

*Coughs*

Thank you~ ^w^

Sure. Gimme links and names and stuff

tehlawgiver/J. Liu

GreenGoat said
Sure. Gimme links and names and stuff

Slenderman4/Phish. My picture is Ilya, if that helps any.

Sent you a PM!

Is anyone here 'Alex Arnold'? Just got a Skype request, dunno if there's someone I don't know already.

me!

New Servant, replacing Beast. No Master yet, pre-approved by Gnar, here she is:



@Tatsy
Wanna collab a little later? Have Beatrice and Saber get to safety, or something?

Name: Vilka Millings

Age:19

Gender: Female

Nationality: British

Race: Humaen

Height/Weight: 1.65m/ 45kg

Appearance:


Personality: Hate.

She absolutely hates everyone. Those who speaks behind her back, those who think they are holier than her, and especially those who thinks her below them. However, her upbringing led her to suppress those feelings, her loneliness her expressions and her hate her desire for companionship. Though she does like one of her many maids, just one who was loyal, honest, and true.

She values those sort of people and absolutely despises the rest. Being what she was, she tries to avoid being in a group, though she will not actively move to separate herself from them, as that will only bring more attention to herself. Silence is key. If she does not like someone, or feels it was no worth it, she will not speak unless someone speaks first.

Weapon: The thing on her body

Abilities: Hers is her living clothes, resembling a nun's garbs with a shorter skirt. She can summon it whenever she likes, though it will devour anything on her body at the time of summoning. Essentially it acts as a sort of a full body bio suit that bolsters her normal attributes beyond normal, and due to its nature, it is capable of acting as armor by hardening in response to physical trauma. However, its also a very hungry thing, and would eat anything foreign to it as long as it deems it edible. It is able to shape itself and harden/soften anywhere according to the owner's wishes, though the shapings are pretty limited and more flowing shapes, other than its usual form as a garb, are beyond it for the moment.

In raw power she would be able to hold her own against a Servant, but she lacks anything else that would benefit a Servant of her own, save for her own prana pool.

History/Background:

Everyone hates her.

She knows that. Only her parents ever showed some affection for her. Unfortunately, they weren't there all the time, thus for most of her life she lived alone, though surrounded by servants. Finding no friends among them, she withdrew into herself, with only a nanny to really listen to her.

When she was old enough, they tried to put her in an elementary school, thinking perhaps she would open up more when she made some friends there. She did make a friend, in form of an old crow who insisted on stealing her lunch. She met it in a secluded place behind the school, just under a big tree. She didn't really mind so much as the food in the school wasn't to her taste. Soon after she started calling it James after her grumpy old uncle that sometimes visited. It soon learned its name, flying awkwardly to land on her lap whenever she called out. It was fun to have a pet of her own, something never allowed as her mother dislikes animals in the house. One day however, her usual secluded place had an unwelcome visitor. She hid immediately, not wanting to have to talk to anyone and peered at the figure, wondering who it was. It was the local bully, someone she had taken pains to avoid fearing he would try and bully her. He had caught the old crow, which was rather old by then and not as spry as it used to be, and had started to clip its wings with a scissor. He laughed as the crow hopped about desperately cawwing in pain as it shook the stubs that was once its wings. He laughed harder he cut off its legs, watching it caw weakly as it still tried to escape the pain. Finally, he clipped off its head, and pocketted it. She stayed hidden as the bully finally left, carefully gathered up the wings and legs, and wrapped the body with them in her handkerchief. She wondered what happened to the head as she sat through class, until the teacher on duty at the moment screamed. It was impaled on a pencil, like some sort of demented eraser and left in the teacher's desk. She took the head from where it was thrown in the dustbin afterwards and buried it under the tree with the rest of its body.

People are evil,was her only thought then.

The very next day, she left him a letter, asking him to come to the tree behind the school, saying it was cool how he tortured such a small creature. The very instant he stepped into the clearing, she smashed his throat in with a gardening shear. Knowing she wouldn't stand a chance should he recover, she smashed in his throat again, his voice a mere gurgle as it tried to force through his broken windpipe. As she stood over him, watching him writhe around in the dirt trying to make threats at her, her emotions started to flow over. Fear, anger, sadness...

And hate.

She first stabbed him, repeatedly through his limbs, ignoring his weak pleas and his gurgling for mercy. Remembering how he treated James, Vilka opened the gardening shears, and started to cut off his arm, grunting slightly with exertion as the blades met bone, rewarded moments later with a snap. It sounded like a branch broken in two. The boy was silent by then, so she proceeded with cutting his other arm, and then his legs, and finally his head. With blood all over her, she grabbed the head, and went back to the classroom without anyone noticing.

She left the head on a broomstick, and left it on the teacher's desk since she couldn't stuff it in the drawer.

The act caused a huge hullabaloo, but she was soon released on reasons that the bully must have done something so bad to her that she couldn't think of anything else to do. And considering the boy's reputation, most everyone agreed that must be so. Having a great amount of money and influence also helped.

Vilka was sent to theraphy, where they tried to convince her that it was wrong to act in such a manner. She resisted at first, claiming that the bully had it coming, until she realized they would not let her off theraphy until she did what they wanted.

By now her parents were growing distant, paying attention to her less and less, especially after the incident in the elementary school. She wanted attention, she NEEDED attention and the only person to really give her the time of day was her own nanny. Vilka loved her, but she wanted her parents to love her as well.

For the next few years she tried, studying for the best grades, carefully selecting a club that doesn't require much socializing, She became the most well known student in high school, perfect scores across the board, good marks for physicals, though a very untalkative person.

It still wasn't enough.

All her achievements by then was simply waved away with "Oh, thats good."

Feeling rather hopeless, she set her sights on someone she had been ignoring for quite a while to pursue her studies. Three someones, whom she was sure was behind most of the idiotic pranks happening to her lately. Sometime's her clothes disappear whenever she was in the shower, forcing her to run back to her dorm in nothing but a towel, her desk kept being spray painted with expletives and other colorful insults, and that one time her bag was filled with cockroaches. It didn't take much to dig up evidence that those trio of idiots were behind it, she already had her suspicions, but she had simply lacked evidence.

It was easy enough to get those three idiots alone. They would usually hang out on the roof until dark, then pull out some cigarettes and talk about boys, rings and other sickly things. With the help of chloroform and some patience, she finally managed to capture all of them, and tie them up like the pigs they were, Vilka was mindful of killing them though, another trip to the therapist was the last thing she wanted. When she was done punishing them, she dragged them one by one to the school's main gate, where they would be found the next day, crucified but still alive.

The whole thing caused a huge uproar, though it was quickly covered up with the power of money, influence and a good lawyer. Her parents were absolutely livid over it, smacking her for the first time in her life. Afterwards she was not allowed to go out, being confined to her room. A wide range of emotions washed over her as she spent lonely days in her own room, hate being the most powerful of them. The only one she was sure would understand was her nanny, but she retired a long time ago.

People are evil indeed.

Assets: The entire Millings' fortune, a library of magic books, and a good size pool of prana, though her clothes will also consume some.

Class: Saber

Alias: Abd Al-Malik

Gender: Male (?)

Height: 7'0

Alignment: Honourable Evil?

Outfits: Generally in spirit form if in public.

Personality: Saber is a creature which follows the chivalric code and few words, lest they be for its Master or those it deems respect-worthy. Surprisingly enough, despite the creatures very intimidating initial appearance, its a rather joyous fellow among those it is comfortable with, willing to crack jokes and exchange snark with no issue. While unwilling to declare its true name to any who would face it, Abd Al-Malik is a believer in fair and honourable duels and detests underhanded trickery - it may even demand that its master not interfere in a conflict between it and another servant no matter the situation.

Stats:

Strength: B+
Endurance: B+
Agility: C+
Magical Energy: B
Luck: B

Class Abilities:

Magic Resistance (C+): Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. In Saber's case, Magic Resistance is equatable to that of A rank under certain circumstances.

Riding (B): Most vehicles can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasm Races such as Monstrous Beasts.

Personal Skills:

Charisma (B): Suitable for a king of a country.

Prana Burst (A): A normal weapon that is not on the level of a divine mystery can be destroyed in one blow. Raises defense several times.

Battle Continuation (B): The servant may endure grievous wounds without issue and receives a bonus to retreating from combat while heavily wounded.

Shrouded in Mystery (B): At this rank the exact identity of the servant cannot be discerned through any means of scrying (be it a Noble Phantasm or otherwise), but may be recognised by Heroic Spirits of the same legend or figured out through piecing together.

I am so calling dibs on Saber!

Master will be up shortly.

Sorry for the double post. Also, sorry for the lateness of this post, got dragged out to do some shopping with the family suddenly X_X

Anyway, here's my master for Saber.

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Name: Gwyndolyn “Gwyn” Pantheon

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Nationality: Arabic, but his bloodline dates back to the Mesopotamian era

Race: Human

Height/Weight: 5’11, and 176lbs

Personality: Cool and awesome… or, that is what he wants to be. Unbreakable courage, and unbreakable willpower, he normally charges forward straight in to protect those near him, even if they are complete strangers for that is simply how he acts based on impulse; he simply cannot let people get hurt no matter who they are. He is someone who would be willing to sacrifice himself in order to protect others without a moment’s hesitation. A bit devoted and overprotective. Gwyn can also be quite unusual when it comes to social conversations, talking to even the most unlikely of people about the most random of topics.

Weapon: Pantheon; Sun Blade of Shamash

Abilities: Pantheon is a powerful blade that was crafted from ancient metals and ores from Gwyn’s family ages ago back in the Mesopotamian era. While he himself is just an average magus with above-average magic circuits, he is skilled in swordsmanship and who also taught himself how to use Pantheon through training and meditation. Pantheon is a magical sword that glows brighter the stronger the more powerful the user’s emotions are set on a goal; for example, if Gwyn wants to desperately protect all of those around him, Pantheon will glow extremely bright before firing a crescent slash of bright amber flames into the direction, harming only those who Gwyn sees as his targets. Gwyn has to use his entire mana reserves in order to activate its fullest power, leaving him in a bed ridden state and unable to supply his Servant with mana properly for approximately a day. If he pushes himself to use it again while even in this state, it would cost him his life. Other than that, he knows reinforcement magic that allows him to hold his own against a Servant.

History/Background:

Born and raised in the Arabic deserts in a backwater village in the middle of nowhere, Gwyn was the younger brother of the head miner who had to help find silver in order help keep their village striving.

It was peaceful, while at the same time bitter. There was barely enough food and water to go around, and the scorching heat during the day was more than enough want one to call it quits; for Gwyn, however, he found it fun and warm, much to the villagers’ surprise. Everyone called him the child of the sun, for he was always full of energy and was always bright no matter what. Still, despite his bright attitude, it could not help the tragedies that would happen in his small home village. Week after week, bandits and raiders would come seeking to plunder the village of both their food and of their women till their hearts content. Armed with weapons, the bandits could do whatever they wanted compared to the villagers who were weak and frail. Every week, Gwyn would watch as the raiders came and as his people suffered… yet there was nothing that he could do despite the burning urges inside of him wanting to do something. It was only when his own sister was targeted did he decide to finally take a stand and do something… but there was nothing that he could do. After having their thrill, the bandits killed his sister.

He had tasted what it felt like to lose something precious to him, and it was bitter. He didn’t want to lose anyone else… but he continued to do so. The next week, he lost his neighbors, and the week after that he lost his childhood friends. The month afterword, he lost his older brother. After that, he decided that enough was enough, and that he had to find something to protect those dear to him, even if it would cost him his life.

There was a rumor, you see, in the village of a powerful weapon left by the god Shamash called Pantheon in the very mines that they were working in. Going in by himself with what little bread and water he had, he explored the mines for six days and six nights… only for him to find an altar. There, a sword was plunged deep into the ground with ancient carvings of an old civilization. The blade of the sword, however, was untouched by time. Pulling out the blade, Gwyn suddenly fell unconscious, only to awaken shortly after outside of the mines to find that his village had been destroyed. The women placed on pikes, the men burned in a bonfire, and all the supplies being devoured by the hungry pigs.

Facing him, the bandits, laughed as they saw the sword and pointed their guns at his direction and began walking towards him. Something inside of him was burning, and he could feel that his body wanted to move on its own… which he allowed. He took a stance, and swung the blade… only for a gunshot to be heard a moment later, and for him to blackout.

When he next woke up, he found himself in a bed, with a nice woman tending to him and his wounds. Gwyn had asked him where he was at and what had happened, and she told him. Apparently while the woman was traveling with an escort, she came across the ravaged village and saw the scorched bodies of the raiders, and him wielding Pantheon. She decided to take him with him and tended to him wounds to hear his side of the story.

From then on, Gwyn lived with the woman to repay his debt by learning to serve as a guard and a royal escort, before deciding to go off on his own to protect those who can’t protect themselves as to prevent what had happened to his village. He was going to be the sword of the people… a sword of justice that would cut down evil.

Assets: His holy sword, Pantheon; a fair sum of money from working as a bodyguard for the woman who saved his life, and an apartment that he has rented in Septum.

Triple post, sorry X_X

But, after much thinking, I've decided that I'm going to be removing Progenitor from the Servant Classes... I feel that the class itself is far too confusing, and not many people are understanding it (hell, I'm not quite sure what I was thinking when I wanted to make it).

Anyway, sorry again for the triple post, but I just wanted to make a mention of this.