[CHAR] Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

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The Black Hand Magus: Leon

Name: Leon Winchester
Nicknames: "The Black Hand Magus"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Master of: Saber
Command Seal Location: Right Hand
Wish: "To become the strongest magus he can possibly be."
Origin: Calm
Appearance:

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Personality:
Respectful and honest Leon was raised to be a gentlemen by his parents. He always keeps it in mind to treat people fairly regardless of gender, or age. He doesn't tend to look down on people but he does occasionally feel the need to look down on certain people who he feels do not deserve respect. Contrary to this however he is very much an elitist mage and feels that people who look down on him as a magus, or to those can't properly control their magic are beneath him in this regard. He views talent, and hard work is better than prestige or glory. Though he seeks to be the best magus he could possibly be he doesn't intend to get there through ill gotten means however he believe the holy grail is his chance to increase the chances of him making breakthroughs in his skill even if it means using it as a crutch.

He intends to look on any partner he receives in the grail war as a partner and as Master of Saber he takes great pride in his servant. He personally views Saber as a close friend of his, and doesn't intend to let him die if he can help it. Though he understands Saber's attitude when it comes to his convictions and allows him to act on them when he can but he is willing to use command seals if he needs to in order to make sure Saber doesn't make a mistake he will regret. He has full trust in his allies, and his servant is no different in this regard. Leon will fight with Saber until he is no longer able to do so himself though he intends to let Saber do most of the work as to maximize their shared mana pools. While not a coward Leon is willing to back away from a fight if it means he can win a future one.

Biography:

Born in a rural town in the Midwest of America he was the son of a well known magus duo whose families hail from Ireland, and Scotland. His parents were teachers, and instructors of magical arts and worked for the Mage Association's American branch. His parents had great hopes for him, and knew he would be a strong mage someday if they instructed him properly. Though his grand father (mother's side) disliked the idea of forcing on him his parents' highly disturbing fondness for exploring Magecraft he was none the less forced to agree that his parents had the right to raise their child as they saw fit.

Growing up around magi scholars would be both a boon, and a disadvantage for young Leon whom would grow up with some social issues. He would be so used to magic that his parents would have to put spells on him when he was around normal humans to temporarily prevent him from using magic even accidentally. He also knew better than to talk about magic to others and lacking very few other hobbies Leon would make very few friends with normal people. He would also need to work on both normal school curriculum alongside his Magi training that his parents put him through since he was able to comprehend basic level spells. Despite this his parents did indeed very much care for their child, and wanted him to reach his full potential so that one day he could become a strong magus.

He would continue to have very few friends into his teenage years where his father, and grand father would both personally start to teach him their own specialized magical forms. His father was a masterful wind mage, and his grand father knew water magics as well as anyone. He had shown an affinity for both early on in his life and he appreciated his father pushing and leaning on him more than his grand father otherwise he may have never discovered his limits and how to stay within them. He had high ambitions of one day perhaps running his own guild within the magical community, and one of his friends, Gabriel Mackindley, would prove to be a worthy rival as he pushed on Leon to keep himself on his toes. He cherished what few close friends he had, and was grateful for them. Within time he started to develop a certain reputation within his circle of magicians, and even some others as 'The Black Hand Magus' after beating many opponents in a dueling arena while wearing his signature black glove on his left hand. It was not anything he had expected and he only wore the glove because it was a gift from his grand mother whom was also a duelist in her time.

Before he really knew it he was growing into a young adult, and his skills with magic were becoming stronger with each fight as he figured out new ways to use them. Though he was worried he was going to hit his limit soon enough. His parents came to him one day and informed him that he had been chosen by the grail in the upcoming Fuyuki War he had not expected for him to receive such an honor but was then informed for some reason the Grail has selected several extra candidates as well for the war and that his parents had managed to gather this information earlier than expected as the grail war was planned for the next upcoming month. With little time to prepare his grand father, now aging and in a retirement home, offered him a pot of ashes that according to his grand father would give him a hero beyond compare. He had found these long ago during his visits as a young man. Leon initially wanted to decline and take a catalyst from the Association but he was talked into it by his mother.

Within the week he had prepared the summoning requirements and after a tense summoning session managed to summon Saber into this world. Saber appeared before him a maiden with beauty beyond compared and acknowledged the unprepared boy as her new partner. Leon was dumb founded by his summoning of the woman in front of him which initially amused Saber but she insisted he not be modest with her. Leon promised to Saber that he, despite his own lack of faith in a high power for certainty, would do his best to be a partner Saber would be proud to fight for. Saber informed Leon of her own distaste for hurting others but knew her role would force her to do so. Despite her misgivings for it she found Leon to be an honest young man and promised to do all she could for the individual who she was now tied to.

She had had no real goal, or wish to win the grail war for however she wanted to make the world a better place despite her demise long ago. As such Saber asked Leon to help her make the world a better place for all while they fought. Leon agreed and promised the legendary martyr that he'd do all he could but he still wanted to win but would be more cautious of the public. Saber was greatly appreciative of her new master's kindness and once more promised to give her all for him. She spent the time leading up to the grail war learning about the new world, and too her own dismay finding it no longer remembered her as well as she hoped. Despite this Leon, and Saber traveled to Japan shortly after with his friend Satsuko whom was teaching him Japanese in preparation for the war. Leon's hope is that he, Satsuko, and Saber can all return home one day and now resides in Fuyuki waiting for the war to actually start.

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Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: Water, and Air Elements

Skills/Spells List:

Wind Current Change - 4 Times
Powerful Gust - 4 Times
Concussive Bullet - 5 Times
Water Shield - 3 Times
Freeze Water - 3 Times
Hands of Water (ability to conjure hands from water sources) - 2
Liquid Manipulation - 3 Times

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B-

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The Maiden of Orleans: Saber

Class Name: Saber

Nicknames: La Pucelle, The Holy Maiden Savior

Alignment: Lawful Good

Height: 159 CM

Weight: 44 KG

Three Sizes: B85/W59/H86 (Joke)

Servant of: Leon Winchester

Catalyst For Summon: The Ashes of a Lost Saint

Weapon(s): The Sword of Saint Catherine
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Wish: To give peace to all the peoples of Earth.

Abilities:

Skills:
Mana Burst (Flames): B
Protection of the Faith: A
Charisma: C
Saint: B
Revelation: A
Soul of a Martyr: B+

Class Abilities:
Magic Resistance: A+
Riding C

Base Parameters:
Strength: B
Mana: A
Endurance: B
Luck: C
Agility: A
N. Phantasm: A+

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm

Name: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Luminosit%C3%A..
Quote:
“Here's the work of the Lord!”
“My flag, defend our brethrens!"
"Luminosité Eternelle!”
Rank: A
Type: Barrier
Range: Short
Description:
Luminosité Eternelle: God is Here With Me ( 我が神はここにありてリュミノジテ・エテルネッル , Waga Kami wa Koko ni AriteRyuminojite Eterunerru ?) is the battle standard of Joan of Arc, the holy battle flag that she kept by her side all her life. Incidentally, Jeanne uses this flag mostly to attack in battle. “There’s a spear-point at the tip, so it’s a divine sign that this flag should be used to strike the enemy,” is what she says as an excuse each time one of the Servants she passes judgement on protests about it. It is her main weapon, kept in place of a sword on the battlefield, still potent enough to easily destroy Dragon Tooth Warriors, block strikes from enemy Servants, and pierce through obstacles with its tip.

The flag had inspired and uplifted her soldiers who had believed a saint walked amongst them, said to have continually protected her as she ran ahead in battle as the vanguard. There are various theories about the flag’s design, with many popular suggestions featuring angels or flowers (specifically, the iris flower). The Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of the legend of Joan of Arc waving her flag on the battlefield and fighting to the very end with hardly any wounds. By planting it into the ground, tightly grasping it, and activating it as a Noble Phantasm, it converts her EX-rank Magic Resistance into protection against all harm, both physical and spiritual. However, each time she uses it, she accumulates damages, so naturally she can’t withstand an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm multiple times in a row.[3] The protection is initiated by an angel's blessing, and it is centered around the flag within a range of 10. It brings about a light that completely isolates anyone within it and cuts them off from their surroundings, much like the divided water from the myth of Moses splitting the Red Sea. It is potent enough to isolate Ruler, Sieg, and Rider of Black from even the powerful final strike of Berserker of Red's Noble Phantasm, Crying Warmonger, that devastates the land and destroys half of Yggdmillennia's fortress without any harm coming to them. The downside to the ability is that the damage accumulates within the flag, causing it to begin to tear as she uses it, so naturally, she can't withstand an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm multiple times in a row. Also, only Heroic Spirits who had witnessed Jeanne’s legend in life—in other words, only Gilles, in his past form as a Marshal of France, can use this Noble Phantasm besides Jeanne.

Noble Phantasm

Name: Sword of Saint Catherine
Quote: "Blade of God smite the enemys of our lord!"
Rank: C
Type: Short
Range: Short
Description: A weapon wielded by Saber though she never swung it in life. It is a sword that is tuned with the spirit of the fair maiden who now wields it. It serves a focal point for magical energy allowing her to channel her mana through the blade for more devastating strikes and to conjure flames into it. At the expense of great pain, and mana she can discharge it into a powerful medium range bubble of prana energy to hurt enemies though it is seldom used.

True Name:

True Name

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Appearance:

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Casual Clothes

Casual Attire:

[Kost Alter]

Servant Profile: Assassin

Class Name: Assassin

Appearance

True Name

Clytemnestra

Nicknames: The Woman Who Slew a King

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Servant of: Orazio Grimaldi Jr.

Catalyst For Summon

Viable catalysts include Remains of the Trojan Horse (used for all Servants connected in any way to the Trojan War), Remains of Hippolyta's Axe, or The Mask of Agamemnon.

Weapon(s): Her axe (which is also one of her Noble Phantasms), a veil that she uses as a net.

Wish

Despite her vengeful nature, if Clytemnestra ever got the Holy Grail, her only wish would be to see her daughter Iphigenia again.

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment (Rank: B)

The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear and become extremely difficult to be detected. The Rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.

Independent Action (Rank: B)

The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master. At Rank B, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for 2 days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving Mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

Personal Skills:

Charisma (Rank: D)

A composite Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles. Having been the Queen of Mycenae during her lifetime, Clytemnestra naturally possesses this Skill. However, its Rank is quite low due to the people of Mycenae’s scorn over her sacrilegious actions, including the killing of their celebrated King.

Divinity (Rank: E-)

Despite Clytemnestra being born from human parents, her sister, the famous Helen of Troy, was said to have been fathered by Zeus, who appeared to her human mother in the form of a swan, seducing and impregnating her. Clytemnestra possesses a miniscule Rank of Divinity by being born from the same womb as Helen.

Hand Guided by Justice (Rank: A)

Clytemnestra’s personal Skill. It encompasses the unyielding belief that the self acts on a higher sense of justice, making all their actions “right” by default. Clytemnestra views herself not as a “petty woman” for her crimes, but as an instrument of that very justice. Servants possessing this Skill will always have a Lawful Neutral alignment, regardless of their actions. Makes it highly possible to completely resist charming, suggestion, temptation, mental corruption or alignment-altering magic.

Base Parameters:
Strength: E
Endurance: D
Agility: B
Magical Power: D
Good luck: B+
Noble Phantasm: B

Noble Phantasm 1

Name: Labrys, the Axe that Slew a King

Quote: N/A

Rank: C

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1

Description: A ceremonial, double-bitted axe used by Clytemnestra to slay her husband Agamemnon. According to Greek myth, it is actually the legendary axe of the Queen of Amazons, Hippolyta, and has been wielded by remarkable Heroes of the Age of Gods, including Heracles. Had it materialized as the Noble Phantasm of a stronger Servant, its Rank and relative power would have been a lot higher. However, Clytemnestra, who was never trained as a warrior, in addition to being summoned under the weaker Assassin Class, is unable to unlock its full potential.
One of the armaments Clytemnestra is summoned with as a Servant is her special veil, which she calls “Imatio Thanatou”, aka “the cloth of death”, the cloth net she used to entangle Agamemnon before killing him. Clytemnestra can combine that net with her Noble Phantasm to great effect, making up for her lack of raw power. For as long as the net entangles them, the target is unable to escape or resist their murderer, and their attempts to free themselves become more difficult, requiring Agility, or Luck check to escape properly.

Noble Phantasm 2

Name: Erinyes, the She-Dogs of Fury

Quote: "Hear the plight of I, Clytemnestra. I am my soul, which calls to you. Do what you are. Your work. She-Dogs of Fury! ERINYES!"

Rank: B++

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: -

Description: The Erinyes (also known as the Furies) are female chthonic deities of vengeance who tracked down egregiously impious wrongdoers with their hound’s noses and tormented them to death. They are Wraith-like Divine Spirits from the Age of Gods, with snakes for hair, dog's heads, coal-black bodies, bat's wings, and bloodshot eyes. In their hands they carry brass-studded scourges, and their victims die in torment.
Clytemnestra is able to invoke the Erinyes as a Noble Phantasm, much like she did in her myth. At that moment, her target will become "cursed". The Erinyes will gather all around them and assault them from the shadows, lashing at them with their scourges and tearing at their skin with their sharp talons. Their effectiveness and the amount of damage they can do is dependent on how geared towards Evil or the Chaotic their victim’s alignment is, or how much that person has committed deplorable crimes in life. The Noble Phantasm’s Rank receives boosts accordingly. To even activate this Noble Phantasm, Clytemnestra must first witness the target having committed a horrible crime (usually murder), or alternatively she needs to have definitive proof that the person has committed horrible crimes in the past (usually murder).
The Erinyes are independent Spirits possessing what equates to a Rank A of Presence Concealment, thus making it difficult to predict their attacks and guard against them. One can destroy them if their timing is good enough so as to strike them just as their Presence Concealment drops. However, their bodies will regenerate after a certain amount of time, at which point they'll immediately try to locate their victim and start tormenting them anew. Skills like Magic Resistance can lessen this curse's impact, provided their Rank is high enough. Having high defensive parameters, or possessing Skills that enhance endurance can also help lessen the damage and sustain oneself for a longer period of time than otherwise. However, if the curse is not lifted in an amount of time dependent on how capable the victim is of resisting it, they will ultimately die in agonizing pain and torment.
Once the Erinyes have found a victim to torment, they will never leave them in peace, even if Clytemnestra herself dies. For somebody to get freed completely from their curse, they would need to first pay penance for the crimes the Erinyes are accusing them of and make peace with themselves. Entering a place of holiness (such as a church) can also force the Erinyes to retreat temporarily.

Master Profile: Orazio Grimaldi Jr.

Name: Orazio Grimaldi Jr.

Nicknames: “The Real O.G.”

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Master of: Assassin

Command Seal Location: Left hand

Wish: “Man, I just wish my pops would understand me, you know what I’m sayin’?”

Origin: Pride

Appearance

Personality: Orazio is, to put it mildly… well, he’s a slacker… and an idiot. Cocky and overconfident to a fault, he’s prone to bite off more than he can chew. His obsession with acting “in da hood” or “gangsta” is most unsightly coming from a mage of the esteemed Grimaldi family, and has caused many of his peers to roll their eyes in disgust upon seeing him. Still, he means well, and ultimately he’s just a lonely kid with a strange understanding of the world around him. If only he could tone his whole “gangsta” act down a notch, then perhaps he wouldn’t be half bad.

Biography: Orazio Grimaldi Jr. was born in the Grimaldi family, an Italian-based magi family with a history of at least 200 years, their members even rumored to have ties to the mafia. Hailing from such fine roots, young Orazio’s life as a magus had the potential to be full of success, and at first, it mostly looked like that was indeed going to be the case. Orazio showed enough promise during the earlier stages of his training in his family’s Fire-based magics. He was not a prodigy by any means, not even close, but he was a quick enough learner. With a lot of hard work, perhaps he could’ve gone places and become a successor his family could be proud of. But alas, that was not the course Orazio’s life was meant to take…
When he hit his teens, his parents made the grave mistake of enrolling him in a public high school, even though he had been home-schooled up until that point in his life. Their reasoning was that, from their point of view, the things taught in non-magi schools were “meaningless” and “unnecessary” to a real magus. Enrolling their precious son in a lower quality school, where the teachers would no doubt be more lenient and have lower expectations, would ensure that Orazio would’ve had enough time to devote to what was really important in his family's eyes - perfecting his magecraft. Little did they know how horribly their decision would backfire… By being subjected to socialization with non-magi of his own age group for the first time in his life on such a large scale, Orazio’s teenager mind was “corrupted” by all the “rubbish” produced by non-magi culture, like “video games” and “rap music”! In a matter of a few years, the once promising heir of the Grimaldi family of mages had turned into a total “gangsta” wannabee who neglected his duty as a magus and his training in order to listen to rap music and play video games.
His father, who had been way too lenient on him up to that point, eventually decided to put his foot down. He had done a huge mistake in letting his son drift so far away from what was supposed to be his purpose. The only way to set him back straight was with drastic measures; Orazio was going to join the Holy Grail War, and he was going to like it! That was the ultimatum imposed on the slacking young magus. His father even threatened to disown Orazio if he refused to go! And so… Orazio Grimaldi Jr. was begrudgingly put on the first flight to Japan, with nothing but a briefcase and whatever basic funds his family had given him (they’re not heartless after all). Hey, who knows, this could end up being fun, young Orazio thought. Nothing bad ever happens in the Holy Grail War… right? Right? RIGHT?!

School of Magecraft: Fire Element

Skills/Spells List:
Basic Fireball (can be used up to 6 times)
Heat Transfer (transfers heat from himself to somebody else, situational ability)
HM05 Flash (lights up dark rooms, situational ability)

Amount of Magecraft Mana: D

[The Red Seelie]

The White Dragon and The Red Dragon

Super Kiyohime-Chan

Berserker

Nicknames: The White Dragon, Kiyohime-Chan, Super Kiyohime-Chan, Ki

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Servant of: ????

Catalyst For Summon: One of the scales which she left behind before her death.

Weapon(s): Besides the metal fan she likes to carry around that is capable of cutting objects, her own body is a weapon due to her shapeshifting skills.

Wish: To become the wife to her master.

Skills

Name Stalking
Rank B
Effect Something that may also be described as a wild instinct that includes magic power and the fives senses, she tracks down her master no matter how far the distance.

Name Shapeshifting
Rank C
Effect: Gives her the abilty to transform into a poisonous serpent and low ranking dragon forms (for flight) the dragons do not feature the traits commonly attributed to them and are more equaivalent to flying snakes if anything. Both forms are poisonous and the venom is a paralytic but not lethal.

Name: Flame Coloured Kiss
Rank: A
Effect: It is what Kiyohime wishes from her Master. If it means she would be able to join her lips with her Master's, she would be willing to push aside every obstacle and become Super Kiyohime-chan. The compensation would be that the future of the Master would be fixed (as a groom), but that is just a trivial risk.

Class Abilities:

Madness Enhancement: EX

Communication is perfectly established between Kiyohime and her Master, but she will treat her Master as a 'loved one' and prohibits him/her from lying. If one lies and Kiyohime definitely saw through whatever lie was said, one Command Spell is automatically consumed.

Grant her Mental Pollution of EX level but no rank up to parameters.

Base Parameters

Strength: E
Endurance: E
Agility: C
Magical Power: E
Good luck: E
Noble Phantasm: EX

Noble Phantasms:

The First and Final Noble Phantasm of Berserker

Name: Samadhi Through Transforming Flames
Quote:
“Watch over me!"
"As of now I'll eliminate the liar."
"Samadhi Through Transforming Flames!!”
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0(minimum) - 10 (maximum *achieved through the usage of the dragons breath*)
Description:
The range of her fiery breath is her most potent aspect due to it spewing forth in a cone it allows her to easily handle single units by herself (unless they are able to regenerate the damage through some defensive noble phantasm. However, a comparison of the damage she can do is that under a constant stream of her dragon breath, she can break through anything Caledborg II can, and in same cases more. However, unlike Caledborg II who does it instantly upon impact, she requires constantly exposing the enemy to her attack.

Her upper body features two claws which in terms of cutting power function as B rank noble-phantasm swords by power alone. They have no other special features.

Both of these are base level, without factoring in the fact that she is fighting in her homeland which would naturally make it slightly strong but her legend isn't as well known so the increase is slight at best.

Her stats also change in this form to better suit her status as a phantasmal beast. They become
Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): A+
Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): A+
Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): C+
Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): B
Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E

and she gains (due to her now Dragonic blood in this state):
Magical Resistance: A

Her appearance is a large white serpentine dragon, with claws featuring only on its upper body. It is capable of flight through some arcane means. This Transformation due to the amount of mana it expedites is almost impossible for her to pull it off by herself as a servant even with soul consumption. It requires a great deal of mana from the master in order to occur and be sustained. Making it a noble phantasm that is reliant on the master to have any extreme impact.

True Name:

The Dragon wishing to be a Wife

Kiyohime

Appearance

Appearance

Dragon form:

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Calm

Anger

On the Job (Not wearing her Heroic Spirit Attire)

and her first aid kit

Aden Æthelinda

Aden Æthelinda

Apepearance

Nicknames: Beloved, Anchin, The Red Dragon (Title of the crest bearer)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Master of: Berserker
Amount of Magecraft Mana: A (The main trait of the bloodline due to heritage is having large mana stores)
Command Seal Location: Upper back: It takes the appearance of three of wings that are of draconic appearance
Wish: If asked by anyone, he will seem to change what he is asking for as if trying to hide it. Of course, Berserker knows the truth due to his inability to ever lie to her.
Origin: Bonds
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Personality:
Aden's personality can be described as such. He is a man of family, holding those he believes to be his families such as close friends or blood relations close to his heart. He will aid anyone in his 'family' unless it involves hurting another person in said family. He is not a fan of infighting after all. Such bonds are important to him as his belief is that if you make enough friends, then you have something greater than an army.

He cares for the livelihood of his servant deeply, even knowing her past he was willing to look past it in order for them both to get through this. Though he knows of his servant's obsession he tries to not let it daunt him from the task ahead. He has learned the power of half-truths from interactions with his servant, the only way he can essentially hide things from her. He has found them to be much more effective then lies in the long term anyway.

He follows his own moral compass when it comes to taking decisions. He is not above the act of killing, though he will only kill in self-defense. Preferring to cripple rather than take a life if fighting was inevitable. As such it is common practice for him to break the jaw of the opponent in order to silence mage craft.

On the topic of combat. Aden shows two distinct styles depending on the scenario. The Æthelinda's defensive style which is comprised of a mixture of martial arts and is primarily based on the usage of grapples throws and blocks, essentially using the weight of the opponent against them. Each attack must be made with precision and the aim is not to win but to grant the time for others to escape or recover.

The secondary style is his personal favorite. The offensive style is based around using the entire body to end a fight as quickly as possible. It is essentially won by any means. Breaking the opponents limbs or destabilizing enemy balance is a very common act when using this fighting style. The style is referred to by the family as, "A red dragon consumed by rage." as the fighting style resembles the brutality of the berserkers of old. It is extremely hard to predict his next action due to the art's usage of the full body and thus makes it potent in fighting servants.

When in a fighting scenario with his servant, he is the frontline and Kiyohime takes the rear support, this is mostly due to her weak stats for combat. He has come to respect her for the support she grants as she has quite a particularly sharp vision and thus on the battlefield they are pretty inseparable (mostly because Kiyohime won't leave him alone.) sometimes due to this change up. He can be commonly misconceived to be the servant at a glance.

Biography:

The only child of the Æthelinda bloodline, he had expectations placed on him since birth to carry the mantle to the next generation. He inherited the crest early through childhood from his father who had inherited from his grandmother. As the lineage goes. He bore witness to his father protecting those he deemed his family during one fateful event where his father was forced to kill a man in order to prevent him from killing both young Adan and his mother. The act of killing so that those one cares for stay safe was a concept instilled deeply into Adan's mental state.

Still, he matured finally, under the private tutelage of his father and mother he learned all the necessary skills they deemed important to function in both human and mage society. It was at this time he grew to have his preference for wearing the most formal outfit possible. For if he was going to kick your ass. He might as well do it in his best clothes so you at least remember the occasion if the concussion he gave you wasn't bad enough.

He had joined the grail war at the suggestion of his family, not to mention the grails choosing of him to participate in said war wasn't very hard to disagree with. The manifestion of the command spells signified it's choosing of him besides the fame that came with participation even if he failed to win, was reason enough to participate. He was highly unlikely to die as the Æthelinda crest bearer so the risk was well worth a way to increase the family's fame above barely a whisper.

He was going to be prepared for this.

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One week prior to meeting at the church during the Grail war.

Aden had finished preparing the summoning circle for the ritual of summoning his servant for this Grail war. he prepared his chant, he needed a strong obedient servant that would be capable of taking orders effectively. Thus he began to chant.

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let red be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold at every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."
My oath shall be sworn here to you, all those that walk this earth shall know our combined strength.
May we serve each other gracefully as companions bounded by this blood."
"Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos
For you would be one caged in madness.
I shall wield your chains.
Let me set you free!"

There was an eruption of white light andfrom the great glorious white light came a figure who looked extremely out of place. She had a pale complexion and yellow eyes. Her garb was unlike anything befitting a berserker. Aden's mind first wondered to see if he had made a mistake with the chant? Perhaps this was a Caster servant. "Caster?" he asked wanting to verify his suspicion that this wasn't a Berserker at all. The woman replied with a honey smoothed tone. "Not Caster, Anchin. Ber-ser-her. I have been summoned under the class of Berserker. Is that okay?" She asked after responding to his question.

So this was his berserker then. This woman whom could easily be seen as attractive. What made her different. She seemed to have no rank-up to any of her parameters from his now granted clairvoyance. He was so lost in thought he didn't notice her trying to lean in toward him as if to kiss him. Though he snapped back to reality when her own arm brushed against his. "What are you doing, Berserker?" he said looking down at her with a stoic face. "Trying to receive a kiss from the one I, Kiyohime, love. Is that not okay Anchin?" She asked looking at him with pleading eyes.

End of the first meeting with Kiyohime
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From those days following that first meeting, He spent the last few days preparing his equipment and getting ready. Putting great effort into creating a mutual bond between him and his servant. Safe to say he learned a lot about her. She got really annoyed if he laughed and joked with another woman. She seemed to believe he was her lover reincarnated. Safe to say he corrected her on that notion citing that he was his own man. He wasn't any Anchin, and if she was going to be so headless over heels for him. It would be for the real him and not this Anchin fellow. Safe to say it worked... Somewhat. She referred to him properly as Adan though during times when she was stressed she would slip back into her previous habits.

Her cooking was also something that he really liked though he would neglect to tell her. He needed to keep her at an arm's length. If he put down his guard and let her grow too close to him, what would happen if she was killed? What would happen if, after the grail war, she disappeared? How could he let that happen? Though she didn't make it any easier. Daunting on him and acting like a wife even if he didn't even think of her as one. Safe to say Kiyohime wasn't the average berserker. The caveat of the whole relationship, however, was the fact he could never lie to her. However, that actually helped her understand him better and vice versa.

Safe to say, even if he wants to keep her at arm's length, he treats Kiyohime as if she's one of the family.

And you never mess with someone in the Æthelinda family.

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Magecraft

Æthelinda Magic Crest:

The Magic Crest of the Æthelinda family is seen as its one true treasure, its locations stem from his neck tracing down to his heart. Due to its importance as the lineage of the Æthelinda family, they limit themselves to one heir per generation in order to prevent infighting. It is seen as the true acknowledgment of the parent when they gift their child the crest. The owner of the crest is seen as the Defender of the family until it comes time to pass it on. Due to the family's lineage of having those born with mixed blood with the dragons some of the circuits present in the crest are truly unique hence why it is so valuable to the family.

Aden is affected by Grand Order: Coronal Rank Designation, the highest law of the magus chosen to inherit the Magic Crest, where he is forbidden from committing suicide by a severe mental restraint. Since the meaningless suicide of a magus who possesses a Magic Crest would most likely mean his bloodline's loss of claim to magecraft itself, the inability to commit suicide has been known to be the paramount responsibility of magic since the inception of modern mage craft. In order to kill oneself while carrying a Magic Crest, it is necessary to have an extremely legitimate reason.

It contains numerous magic's notably to do with fire and wind magics,

Below, however, are what the family is truly known for.

Fates fortune: Uses 3 times a day

This is a magic, that can only be used by the wielder of the crest due to the amount of mana it would require without the aid of the crest. It is a magic that conjures forth a barrier capable of only surviving a single attack. The weakest of punches is capable of easily dismantling the barrier that can only be described as a single sheet of red glass. To which it would come across as an extremely inefficient form of defense.

However... its true power relies on the fact that it due to the nature of the spell. It can block any single attack without fail. Its defensive power scales to the attack launched at it. Even capable of being able to survive a direct hit by a Noble Phantasm (Below Anti-Fortress grade). It is referred to as a trump card that cannot be used unless there is no other option for the salvation of those around them. This is because it can easily be dealt with once somebody understands the mechanics of it.

The end of an attack is signified as when force/energy is no longer being applied to the barrier at which point it shatters.

It originated from a time when a man of mixed blood with great love for those of the phantasmal species created a shield in a manner to honor a dragons defensive scales. Forever tieing the family to the phantasmal species referred to as 'Dragons'

Reinforcement

This form of magic is the main form of magic utilized by the Æthelinda Bloodline since it began to cast. The family has mastered the application of empowering one's self with magic, turning their entire body into a engine of destruction.

As a result of the increased strength and durability, they are able to easily break human bones with minimal effort, as their raw strength is closer to that of a servant than a human if to compare. Their durability is also enhanced to the point where they can catch the blade of swords midswing with minimum to no piercing and take multiple wounds. This durability is further enhanced by the crest. Making the crest user a very dangerous combatant in physical combat.

The maximum time using this magic without being worn down through other magics with his mana pool is around
15 minutes total as he has to spread the magic evenly throughout his entire body while also making sure it stays applied, it can be turned off after activation to preserve mana.

A good comparison would be Kuzuki being empowered by reinforcement, however unlike Kuzuki. Aden has no aid of a Caster, and as such is at risk of ranged attacks as berserker is comparatively weak without the usage of her noble phantasm.

Some Video Examples of Reinforcement

Pay close attention to Kuzuki.

Another example of Reinforcement.

Below are examples of an wind and fire spell present in the Crest:

Air Blast

A Blast of air that is capable of knocking people around. Mostly used to deflect projectiles that are coming toward him. It is a very efficient form of magic due to the crest and it can be used over 20 times during a single day due to the size of his mana pool. It does no physical damage to objects.

Kindling

This spell can be used to create a small flame via creating sparks. This flame is not magical, the only magical part of the spell is the sparks created to produce the flame. This spell is very effective at creating fires.

Some others include ways of producing increasing strength blasts of wind, though the mana increases accordingly and the ability to launch accurate fireballs.

School of Magecraft: Air/Fire

Spells that he can use without tapping into the crest:

Healing Magic

A spell that increases the production of cells in order to recover from an injury. This spell has no offensive capabilities and is mainly used to support Adan's preferred style of combat in the event he gets injured. He will use this to recover as quickly as possible. Because this is to do with cell recovery and the repairing of tissue. Overuse can lead to a shortening of the user's life.

Other:

Equipment

A pair of gloves, emblazoned with a rune representing strength, they increase base strength without reinforcement, they are mostly used as backup to when he is running low to using the reinforced state but they can also increase his overall punching force by a noticeable degree, so when he's wearing them, he means real business.

He also carries with him a first-aid kit containing a mixture of items from the mundane human items, to magical pills that function as adrenaline shots in order to stabilize the critically wounded. He has Kiyohime carry it with her in order for her to better function as the support. Not to mention he has taught her basic first-aid in order to use it. If she's never going to leave his side and is weak without using her phantasm, she might as well become his field medic as he protects her.

Tabitha Morgan

Tabitha Morgan

Her blindness is absolute, rendering her unable to focus on anything. Leading to her open eyes to appear unfocused, This changes when she shares vision with rider, where she moves her eyes around in a way to mimic positions of the eyes of the creature looking at the objects if possible.
Nicknames: Grace, Queen of the Castle (she likes to call herself a queen in her land of make-believe)
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Master of: Rider
Command Seal Location: Palm of her Right Hand, appears to be three horses leaping.
Wish: I just want everyone to be happy...
Origin: Mortality

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Personality: Tabitha is a 9 year old girl of Irish descent, and her age does show itself. She has none of the maturity present in the standard participants of the grail war. She just likes to think that this is the next big adventure, She's not coming around to kill people for this wish. She doesn't even want the wish at the end of the day, if it makes another person happy. She is just having the time of her incredibly short life.

She still retains her childish innocence, she just wants everyone to be as happy as possible and believes that everyone is a good person at heart and everyone can be made happy with a little compromise. She has no fear of peoples appearances and anything else to do with an appearance because well, she was born without the abilty to see. The only reason she even has concepts of things is that she traces her hands over objects in order to get an idea of what it is. To which the Doctor or someone else would tell her what it was she was tracing her hands over.

She is a firm believer in fairy tales and the supernatural, If she could be born blind with no way to see. Maybe everyone else was also blind to the unicorns, dragons, knights in shining armour. Therefore it gave her hope in her days in the hospital when she couldn't go home. Someday she'd be swept off her feet by her knight in armour, who'd take her on an adventure... Hopefully before she ended up kicking the bucket. Its this hope that drives her to try to explore everything life can offer to her before she leaves this amazing world full of voices and ideas forever.

She doesn't want to be alone...
She doesn't want to go to sleep...
She just wants everyone to be happy...

Biography:

History

Tabitha Morgan, born to an Irish magus mother whom had left the moment she was born and thusly never around, and a father incapable of caring for a child, even if he tried. She was put into the care of her fathers grandmother whom lived in Japan at the age of 5. Surely to a blind girl this was the beginning of the next big adventure right? In this land that seemed to like the sun. She liked the sun too. It was warm, it was nice. It was reassuring like another's gentle touch.

Turns out life thought her happiness was a bit much, at the age of 7 she was diagnosed with a neuro-degenerative disorder, in which her nerves would slowly die, leading to loss of function in her limbs, and then eventually to either a heart attack or brain death via asphyxiation but the Little Tabitha stayed hoping, her grandmother would read her bedtime stories. Telling her about storys of big hulking dragons, and beautiful unicorns and knights that would always save the princess.

She loved those stories, somedays when she was in hospital, she'd run around her ward pretending to be a queen. To which the nurses would just laugh and then inform her to be quiet, other patients had to rest too. Soon though, the news came through that her grandmother had died sometime in her sleep. Of course Tabitha cried. She cried because she had no one to look after her. She was effectively homeless at this point burning through her own limited inheritance to be able to reside in the hospital to receive treatment for herself. She put on the adoption registries at the age of 8 but nobody wanted to look after a girl that was going to die, she wouldn't make them any money in the long term, they would just get attached to her and then lose her...

Life really hated Tabitha Morgan but she still loved life.

Three days prior to the meeting at the church

Tabitha woke up from her sedation induced sleep. Judging by the silence, it was the middle of the night. She was feeling thirsty... If she remembered correctly the water machine was at the end of her ward. She positioned herself to the side of her bed. Dangling her feet over the end. She pushed herself gently off the bed. Her feet making a small splash...

Had the cleaners come again? She guessed they had, it'd be the only reason why water would be on the floor. She moved slowly and carefully, her hands out in front of her incase she walked into anything in order to prevent her from hurting herself. She had reached the end of the ward. The silence except for her tiptoes was frightening. Even the heartrate machines weren't making a noise. Had she gone deaf? No. She could hear her feet. Her foot stumbled on something. Someone had left out a toy? it was long and cylindrical. Probably a toy snake. She walked over it carefully, not wanting to disturb anyone. Her hand lightly grasping the water machine. She fumbled looking for a cup.

It was with this fumbling she heard a voice... in the room next to hers. Someone was recanting the words for some sort of ritual or poem to themselves, conversaing with another person that "The ritual is soon at hand my boy, soon we will have a servant.". The voice seemed happy with what it was saying. Then Tabitha accidentally dropped her cup. It then stopped and heavy footsteps coming in pairs began to be heard. The Footsteps were getting louder. She hid behind the water machine. She heard the door to her ward open, but not footsteps signifying that someone was coming in. She didn't want to get in trouble with these evil sorcerers that was in her imagination. The footsteps started again. This time the footsteps appeared to show that they were leaving the building (unbeknown to her, the man was going to grab the catalyst for his summoning.) She stepped out of her room into the hallway, the floor still wet. The cleaners had down a very good job at cleaning the floor it seemed. At least her bare-feet were getting clean in the 'water'. It was like a foot-bath.

She walked into the room the men she heard had been in. She tripped over something, long and cold. Her hands preventing her from falling on her face. She lifted her hands up and turned her head around the room only to hear that the men were coming back. Well if she was going to be caught she could at least pretend to be like them. Maybe they'll like her more.

"em, how did it go. Fill. fill. fill. fill. Fill," She began her hands dripping with 'water' onto what she didn't know as a summoning circle. "Breaking Asunder? with each filling?" She continued her voice unsure of the complete words. "Let the carda, cardan, cardinal four gates close" She was beginnning to stumble over herself as the footsteps got louder. "Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the kingdom rotate." She said as she breathed in. The man said something about declaring her vows or something like a wish. "Let it be known now that, you will serve me dutifully as a knight like I am a princess and I shall treat you kindly, we can make everyone happy is that okay? Answer if you submit to this wish?" She breathed in. "I swear to you an oath. Please don't leave me alone!" she yelled as the men opened the door to see their ritual ruined. As the beam of light showed the completion of the incarnation.

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As ritual proceeded, many strange things occured. The sound of a bell tolling began to ring. It was loud, loud enough to have shaken the blood ar the young Tabitha's feet, and yet, silent... it's as if the bell tolled in this room, and this room alone...

One, every second, until it reached it's twelfth toll. The sound of cawing and fluttering then flooded the room. One, two, up to six ravens flew out from the portal, encircling the summoning circle, cawing excitedly. It's as if they were calling for something, no, someone... A figure, a silhouette in what appeared to be armor, appeared within the circle, the light still flashing, obscuring him from any clear view. The ravens encircled him, before melding within him, with his shadow.

The light began to dim, and the figure, a knight in obsidian armor, shining like the night's sky, had appeared in the room.

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Death. Death is what called him here. The stench of death filled the air in this room, bodies everywhere, their blood forced out of their body, their souls, their essence, their prana has been used to call him forth, to have him manifested into this world, once again.

The armored figure took a step forward. In front of him, a woman who was drenched in death. No, not a woman, but a girl. A girl so close to death, she could have practically been one of the bodies in this room... but no, she was different. She was still alive... this could only have meant that she was the one who had called him forth. Yes, that's the only possibility, after all. The link has already been established, the contract filled, and all he needed was but to verify...

Voices began to speak to Tabitha, all in whispered tones. Five figures, it sounded like, spoke to her at once, incoherently. It was as if a maddening cacophony began to play in her head.

Then the sixth voice spoke, interrogatingly, yet, gentle. It was louder, much louder than the rest, and clearer... and as it spoke, the rest of the voices followed along, melodiously.

Young lady... is it you that called upon me? Are you the one that is to be my Master?

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"I did, so I guess I am-" She started about to start conversing with the voice in her head aloud but...

"What the fuck are you doing Miss!" One of the men called out, the sound of steel grating against steel could be heard as he pulled something out. "I was just trying to be like you!" Tabitha said in defence. Her wide eyes unable to actually look at anything, they were just wide in defence like she was scared of the shouting but her unfocused eyes unable to look at the eyes of the aggressor.

Her mind was in a panic, and unbeknown to her due to her complete lack of magecraft knowledge, rider could hear every single word of it. "Oh no no no no no no no. Don't hurt me please, don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong. I..." Was what was coming over the mental link between both of them. It was obviously directed at the shouting man. Who was walking over to her, and picking her up by the collar of her nightwear. "A little runt like you just ruined hours of work, We spent ages setting all this up, and a brat just comes in and ruins it, maybe if we kill you we can just start over." He said pressing something cold against the artery in her neck. The other man was at the door fearful of the armoured horseman.

The shadows began to dance within the armored figure's hands as he stepped forward. They stretche outward, molding and shaping like clay in his hand, until it became a discernable shape; a blackened, broad longsword, fit for a knight. He then closed the distance, rather quickly- he was nimble, for an armored man,- swinging his sword, and decapitating the man holding his Master with one, clean cut.

The first death he has delivered within this war. He made certain to absorb the prana of the man he killed. He had to. His Master was young, and likely won't be able to supply him with the prana he needs to stay manifested... and her life was endanger, still, as well.

The sound of running interrupted this. The other man booked it, leaving his ally to die. Such cowardice, but who wouldn't have ran when the harbinger of death stands right before you? The knight had just pointed at hand at the man's direction, and a black beast jumped out from his shadow. It growled menacingly before roaring, the roar belonging to that of a lion. It then proceeded to chase after the coward of a man, faster than any normal lion can run.

The shadowy lion found its prey, cornering him at a dead end at the end of the corridor, and proceeded to pounce on him, breaking a few of his bones. It was as if it had the combined stength of five of its kind; a phantasmal beast, and one of far greater strength than most normal ones. It roared once again, gloomy drool dripping onto the man's face, as the sound of clanking armor was heard coming down the hall between the wards. The armored Servant had walked forth, his shadowy sword shifting into what appears to be a whip fashioned from a human spine. It cracked the whip forward, calling the beast back, the lion stepping off the man and walking behind the Servant. Trailing blood for the wet bloodied floor on its 'paws'.

The man tried to crawl away, but he couldn't. His legs were broken, and so was one of his arms. All he could do was look forward at his imminent demise. There, he laid, face to face with Death itself. The knight raised his free hand, slowly, the man being startled as it rose. Then, he pointed a finger at him, and the lion's growls grew louder, as if more of them were called. Then one, two, as many as five lions leaped for the man, beginning to tear him to shreds. The last thing he saw was the knight, walking off, as his blood added to that which was already spilt.

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The Servant entered the room where the girl, his Master, had awaited him. She called him his knight, he recalled. A far cry to what he actually is, but still, she wished for one, and it would be fair enough to act upon her wishes, for the time they'll have to spend together.

"I am your Servant, Rider." The voices spoke in her head, once again. "And you are the one that is to serve as my Master in this War."

When Rider had returned, and the sounds of the lions had faded, he would find... Tabitha huddled in the corner with her eyes wide open in fear but staring blankly at the ground. She was unresponsive for a few moments but eventually calmed down. He was a bad man, he didn't deserve to die... But Mr Knight had to protect her... "Master?" She said trying to look in a direction where he thought he would be, but slightly off, due to him speaking through the mind and not through his mouth. "I'm your master...? So that makes me a queen right? or a princess? I'm a princess..." She said her innocent mind thinking of what it meant. "So, as a princess... I order you to tell about yourself after I tell you about me!" She said loudly, the only person whom would even be able to hear in the hospital floor was rider. No help would come. She was alone with the servant she had unwittingly summoned.

"I'm Tabitha Morgan, A 9 year old girl. This is my hospital ward. Someone left water on the floor. I'm scared. I think that man was trying to hurt me." She said quickly without pause between her sentences as if her lungs would burst, telling the servant about herself in order to break the mood and try to make it slightly more happy. It was getting sad. Tabitha didn't like sad. "Just... Take me on an adventure before I end up leaving this world..." She finished quietly.

Rider groaned. Or at least, that's what he would have done, in the event he had a head. His Master is wholly inexperienced, and by the looks of it, blind, at that. She even thinks the blood on the floor is water. Rider felt as if this war will be a short one for him. He always has the worst luck, it seemed...

But still, it's rare that he would be summoned at all. He's already a hero that bridges on the rules for the Holy Grail War, anyway. Rider detests his form, and if he were to ever obtain his godhood back, he'll have to win. He'll have to at least try, even with a crippled Master.

Rider resolved to take her to the Church, so that she could learn more about the War from its Overseer while he thought of what to do next. She'll have a safe place to stay, at least for the beginning of the War

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Tabitha would hear the sound of sinister magecraft shifting, as if from a cartoon, before the slight galloping of an animal, followed by a neigh. A horse, from out of nowhere. Rider has already been mounted on the horse, and put his hand out.

"Take my hand, then, Master. I will take you somewhere safer..."

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Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: Shes 9 years of age, she hasn't studied any.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: C (and nothing else)

Other: "Rider is the best knight in shining armour ever! You can't compete with him. Hmmph!"

[Cu Chulainn]

The Dark Horseman

Class Name: Rider

Nicknames: The Headless Horseman, Dullahan

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Servant of: hold that thought

Catalyst For Summon: Compatibility (Normally, Magi with a strong resentment resonate with Rider best. If one had lost his head, they, too, can serve as a catalyst to summon Rider)

Weapon(s): A dark, shadowy whip, appearing to be made of a human corpse's spine. Can take the shape of other melee weapons of similar range.

Wish: "..." Rider wishes to restore himself to his former status as a divine spirit.

Skills:

Divinity: E
The measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. Declined when the Heroic Spirit's own rank as a Monstrous or Demonic Beast raises.

Mental Pollution: C
Makes it possible to shut out any mental interference Thaumaturgy due to possessing a distorted mentality. However, at the same time it becomes impossible to come to an understanding with individuals that do not possess an equivalent rank of Mental Pollution.
Provides a moderate probability that mental interference magecraft will be rendered ineffective.
Mental Pollution takes the form of Rider's very limited speech and his tendencies to act upon its own wishes.

Presence Detection: A
The ability to detect other Servants and local mana sources.
By holding his severed head aloft, Rider can see for vast distances across the countryside, even on the darkest night. To be more accurate, it is more on the sense of "detection" instead of "long-range sight", as Rider cannot exactly "see".
Effective range is at a radius of 250 km.

Mystic Eyes (Terror): C
Possession of Mystic Eyes of Terror, a common power among monsters and evil spirits. Cast as soon as the user looks upon the target. Cripples one's mental state and paralyzes them with fear momentarily. Can be nullified by Magic Resistance or Bravery

Weakness to Gold: N/A
Not necessarily beneficial, Dullahan suffers a severe weakness and fear of Gold, mere touches causing him harm. As such, this skill cannot be removed, and no matter what class, it will remain with him.

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.

Riding: E
A Class Skill of the Rider and Saber class, denoting the ability to ride mounts and venicles.
Though classified as a Rider, the only thing he can mount is his Coise Bodhar Noble Phantasm

Base Parameters:

Strength: C
Endurance: D
Agility: A
Magical Power: C
Good luck: D
Noble Phantasm: EX

Noble Phantasms:

Coiste Bodhar

Name: Coiste Bodhar - Phantasmal Direhorse

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1 - 50
Maximum Targets: 6

Description: Takes the form of a pack of six demonic horses with glowing red eyes mounted by Rider. They are actually split bodies of Rider. Because of this, they cannot possibly be separated from him.

An embodiment of Rider's legend as a courier of death. When not manifested, they appear as a shadowy horse figure melded with Rider's shadow. Seperation of up to five horses is possible, although Rider must either remain mounted on one, or keep one within his shadow at all times. Their shape isn't limited to a horse, being able to take the shape of any beast Rider deems fit for the circumstances. Hounds, rats, or even sharks are an example, so long as the amount is limited to six bodies. They share perception with Rider, although their presence can be easily detected. This, along with their lack of long range, makes this Phantasm unsuitable for spying tasks.

Individually, they are weaker than a Servant, although they are as strong as the animal they split themselves to, being potentially able to overwhelm a human. They can combine their bodies with each other in order to increase their strength, wirh the cost of reducing their strategic advantage in numbers.

Capall Bhais

Name: Capall Bhais - Harbingar of Death

Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1 - 2
Maximum Targets: 1

Description: This Noble Phantasm can only be active once two certain conditions are met: Rider must have managed to pin his target beneath his mount, and Rider must know their true name. Rider's limited speech only allows him to speak the name of one whose death he heralds, which he utilizes in this Noble Phantasm. All of the other five Coiste Bodhar begin to coil around the pinned target, enveloping him/her in shadows. When Rider invokes the name of the target, and the name of the Noble Phantasm, it inflicts death upon the target. While the target is enveloped in this darkness, no other being, Servant or not, may interfere or interact with the target. Rider, on the other hand, can be interrupted from using this ability.

This ability, once active, cannot be nullified no matter how high the target's Magic Resistance is, as it is a form of heralding one's fate rather than Magecraft. Those with a high Rank of Saint and/or Protection of the Faith may be able to nullify this ability. A LCK check may also nullify this ability. Those who manage to escape this ability through these methods are immune to this Noble Phantasm until the dawn of the next night, for the Horseman only calls for the deaths of wayward souls at night.

True Name: Gan Ceann

Backstory.

Believed to be a type of unseelie fairy, described as a headless person dressed in black armor and carrying its head under one arm.

The headless horseman appears as an omen of death to families in Ireland. He is possessed of supernatural sight. Legends said that when the headless horseman stops riding, that is where a person is due to die. He calls out their name, at which point they immediately perish. All gates fly open to let rider and coach through, no matter how firmly they are locked, so no one is truly safe from the attentions of this fairy.

In fear of the headless rider, men alone in the fields at night cower behind the bushes because of his reputation with a whip, made from the spine of human corpses. With his whip he can accurately remove the eyes of all mortals foolish enough to spy on his ventures. Since he has no head, he is somewhat defective in his physical sight and the dullahan resents those with skilled vision.

The dullahan has limited speech. He can only speak once on each journey he undertakes, and that is when he pulls up a home and calls out the name of the person who is dying.

Incidentally, there is a theory among modern scholars, which defends that the dullahan was not some Grim Reaper-like figure that robbed human lives, but rather something more closely resembling the Valkyries of Norse Mythology: a spirit that had the role of leading the souls of people to the other world.

In truth, the origins of the headless knight are the embodiment of an ancient Celtic god, Crom Dubh, or Black Crom, also known as Crom Cruach. Crom Dubh was worshipped by the prehistoric king, Tighermas, who ruled in Ireland about fifteen hundred years ago and who legitimized human sacrifice to heathen idols. He was venerated as a fertility god. At the same time, he was the god of heaven. This is a stereotype that repeats itself over and over again in Africa, through Egypt and many more countries. One finds this stereotype in the concept of Crum Dubh. He was both a fertility and a seed god. He was represented with seed carried on his back. He is often personified as grain.

It is described that Crom Dubh demanded human lives each year, the most favored method of sacrifice was decapitation. The worship of Crom continued in Ireland until the sixth century, when Christian missionaries arrived from Scotland. They denounced all such worship and under their influence, the old sacrificial religions of Ireland began to lose favor. In later times, he came to be considered an evil god as Christianity spread through Europe as part of the suppression by Christians of the worship of Pagan deities. The element "dubh" (black, dark) had sinister connotations in Christianity, this also perhaps leading to a large part of the eventual association.

Nonetheless, Crom Dubh was not to be denied his annual quota of souls, and was believed that he took on a physical form which became known as the dullahan or far dorocha (meaning dark man), the tangible embodiment of death.

With times, the believe of the populace has reduced what once was a proper Divine Spirit, what had became god after becoming objects of worship, into an "anti-hero closer to a monster", an anti-hero who became as such due to the dark thoughts of humans. The more the folklore spread, the more the thought of populace implanted into his legend. Thus, the headless horseman was born.

Gan Ceann, meaning "without a head" in Irish, has become the truest name associated with him. His old true name as a god, Crom Dubh, has long since been reduced to almost nothing due the believe of the populace.

Appearance:

The Armor

Rider stands at 6'6.

Rider's severed head is pale with long, curly hair. Its features are gaunt, with a hint of nobility, as a nod to his origins being an Unseelie Fairy. Its eyes glow a sinister crimson, which intensify upon the use of his Mystic Eyes (Terror) skill.

Rider keeps his head in a sack tied to his belt when not in use.

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[Kessir Tarkin]

Kaldera Ginjiro

Name: Kaldera Ginjiro
Nicknames: Little Dragon
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 180.34cm/83.9kg
Master of: Lancer
Command Seal Location: Left Shoulder
Wish: To gain the powers of a god, to become one himself
Origin: Combat

Appearance:

What he looks like

Personality: Kaldera is a bit of a loud mouth, always wanting to talk and build up his ego, he likes to joke around and is often smoking a joint and usually gets high before a fight begins. He believes that it relaxes his body to make weird movements and able to attack at angles that would not be normal as well as heightens his senses. When it comes to fighting he is completely focused, merciless and deadly, while he fights he often taunts his opponents wanting them to make a mistake based on their anger. He loves sweets, especially hard sugar candies that require some time to eat. Teamed up with lancer he often asks to be trained by him as well and shares the love of battle. He understands that he can be killed during the Holy Grail War but has accepted that as fate and continues to fight.

Biography: Kaldera was born of a mother from Okinawa, Japan and a father from Beijing, China. Both of them were magus', their marriage was an arranged one, combining two magus families into one in order to produce a child that would hopefully be strong enough to participate and win the Holy Grail War. Kaldera might have been the first born but he wasn't the only one, he had two other brothers and a sister. They wanted to make sure that at least one of their children were gifted with the magical circuits. Kaldera and the second born kid were born with the circuits, the other two were not, the ones that were not connected were able to live normal lives. To be the faces of his families legacy, while he and his one brother were plunged into the depths of their home and the underground, never to be seen in public or known of.

Kaldera first released his circuits when he was 4 years old, his parents were overjoyed and began his training. His parents were both each skilled in a different art, his father was a elemental mage specializing in the earth and his mother was a mage that specialized in witchcraft using potions and curses to make her strong and her enemies weak.

As he trained with both his parents he learned many different skills that would make him a unique fighter. He became well trained in the earth element, how to be strong from it, to use the mana from the ground and make his feet act like roots, absorbing the energy around him like a tree in the forest so that he could perform stronger spells if need be, he also learned how to manipulate the earth and how to use certain elements, especially metals that would aid in his fighting. He even made the skill stronger by using two long bladed chains as weapons, it would allow him to make direct contact with his opponents and use his earth magic to sink into the person's skin and begin doing internal damage to the person as well as the magical circuits that were within them.

His mother being a witch was less entertaining at first, often reading books about herbs and plants, their properties, but it was when he learned what they could do. He learned that some are toxins that can make the human weak, dazed, sick, sleepy, love struck while also creating remedies for his own ailments, healing injuries as well as enhancing oneself by increasing strength, speed, durability if done correctly. She also had a secret technique that she would teach him if he put effort into this skill. So he did and actually learned from her and finding what he could make quite amazing. He was soon able to make some toxins/poisons as well as minor healing and remedy potions.

When he learned what he could from his mother she kept her promise and taught him a secret technique that her family had designed using a curse by having his chains act as a medium, he can use an incantation while they are contained in his chains and release his opponents Od and focus it with the mana surrounding them to the point where it can be focused in front of Kaldera's palm and released as a focused energy beam causing severe harm, even death, depending on the amount of time he can spare to keep the incantation going to collect more Od and mana. She says that it is a form of magic called Formalcraft and is what lesser mages use to harness mana instead of relying on their own Od, the difference with theirs is that the power and speed to use it is enhanced by the fact that he is releasing and harnessing ones own Od and mana to use against them. With what might take a hours to conjure he can do in minutes.

Through all of this something bothered him, and that thing was his brother, who also was a magus but was never trained with him, he was trained separately. Kaldera would ask his parents about what they were doing and they would respond by telling him that they wanted to see what what skills grew differently between his brother and himself to make their abilities unique, that his brother was given secrets about his fathers skills in earth magic. So he thought nothing of it and continued his training without much more inquiring, it was not a competition to him and it only made him work harder.

The next part was his physical training in the art of physical combat, learning the chinese fighting style of Wushu to allow smooth defensive movements and calming of the body through breathing techniques as well as use of formidable strikes to subdue his opponent, he also was taught the Indian martial art Marma Arti (hitting the vital spots) which if a master were to use could kill or paralyze a person by hitting one of the 108 vital nerve points, Kaldera had only learned enough to distrupt and temprorily disable someone, but combined with his skills with the chains and his earth element magic he has learned to be just as deadly.

He was mentally trained as well, to enjoy combat, to ignore pain as well as focusing on his senses and to trust his instincts. He would often be placed in sparring matches at this stage of his training and his parents would praise him when he won and shunned him when he lost. It made him train harder, became more arrogant, his skin became hard, his bones and muscles strong, his will became strong as well and with each fight becoming easier he became more cocky and developed a taunting attitude when fighting, but most importantly to his parents, it made him become accustomed to violence and was taught that combat should end in the death of one of the combatants. That it was the truest form of combat.

This type of training would continue if not get more and more difficult, where he fought older, more experienced people either in the art of magic or in the art of hand to hand combat and was placed at disadvatages all the time and would often enough have to fight to the death.

This went on until he reached the age of 27 where he would meet his final test, he had to fight a man in a mysterious costume that covered his face, only showing his eyes. Kaldera's parents told the two that this was their final test, that they were the two greatest warriors of their families and that they would need to fight each other to the death in order to find out who would be the chosen one for the Holy Grail War and be able to take on the ritual in order to summon a servant.

Kaldera took the challenge with a smile on his face, finally all his training would show that it had paid off in this moment and would be able to attain a servant, a high honour. His opponent was quick to strike, a water mage, keeping Kaldera at a distance, he used his chains to block off the minor spell attacks and worked his way closer to his opponent, only to find that the man was also skilled in hand to hand combat. The fighting would continue on for hours as neither one showed signs of stopping, it was until Kaldera was able to get his chains to hit two vital points by the neck and made his chains wrap around the man and began to use his earth magic to spread his chains into the mans body and cut his magic connectors. As the metal did it's work he proceeded to walk up to the man now on his knees and began his incantation, he pulled the mask off the man. It was his brother! He began to cry out to Kaldera, begging for his life, Kaldera frowned and became angry, why beg for mercy? That was not what they were raised to become, he felt that his brother had lost his way and granted him freedom, in the form of death by grabbing his brothers head, pushing it forward with his left hand, watching and feeling his brothers Od leak from his body and began focusing into his right palm, he then continued his incantation, his brother screaming at this point but it would not help him, he gathered the mana around him and focused all the energy to his right palm and when he felt that it was right he struck hard into the back of his brothers head, energy pierced through the skull and blasted his brains all over the floor. He had won! His parents hugged him for the first time, he had never felt such joy.

He was then given something that was called a catalyst that would be used in order to summon a servant, it was a portion of fine gray hair wrapped and sealed in a box. He was told that this hair belonged to one of the greatest warriors of China (he was given the name of the man but told never to reveal it to anyone) whose hair was shaved from his head after his murder and finally acquired after a long hunt from his father. He was a man paired with the right master would be able to win the war and become champion.

It was soon after that he began the ritual to summon his servant, he concentrated hard on the man and used the catalyst during the ritual. His hard work had paid off and he was granted the Lancer servant, a master in his own right. The first thing he did was challenge his own servant, after a quick battle that ended in Kaldera losing he realised the gap that was between them. He asked the servant to train him how to become such an efficient fighter as he. Lancer told him that he lacked skill in channeling his Qi, another form of energy that does not require mana or od but from the spirit. He would continue to train with his servant in the ways of Qi and would work his hardest to close that gap in time for the tournament as they got on a boat to Japan.

Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: Witchcraft / Earth Element
Skills/Spells List:
Skills:
- Martial Art: Wushu (B)
- Martial Art: Marma Arti (E)
- Weapon Proficiency: Chains (A-)
- Knowledge of Plants (C)
- Potions/Poisons (D)
- Rooted to the earth (D): He must stand still for this to work, he is able to channel mana from the earth to him if need be to restore magical energy, also allows him to feel large vibrations in the ground from a distance of 1 km away, although if someone is sneaking or using magic to soften their steps he can no longer feel them. If he moves at all the bond is broken and he has to wait for a time to do it again.

Spells:
- Metal Splinters (3): When his chains pierce the skin he can make some of the metal from the chain go into the body and form wedges that can be manipulated to cause pain and discomfort depending on how hard he focuses on it. Allowing Kaldera a chance to escape, strike at his opponent, or position himself better.
- Metal Skin (2): Forms Metal armour around himself for a short time protecting him from taking damage, the longer he is in this form the weaker he becomes when he changes back to normal.
- Chain Prison* (5): Kaldera wraps his chains around his opponent and activates this spell, the chains anchor themselves to the ground and the spikes pierce into the flesh and begins to cut into the magical circuits interfering with the magus' ability to use magic. 10 second incantation to use spell.
- Take Your Final Breath* (5): His most powerful spell, he wraps his chains around his opponent much like his chain prison, instead of holding them there though it digs into their magical circtuis and begins realeasing their Od, Kaldera is then able to channel and foucs the energy with incantations, the longer he says the incantations the stronger the spell becomes, it even takes the energy from the mana around him, a form of Formalcraft, he then focuses the energy into the palm of his hand and can realease it in a blast of energy. If the incantation is broken the spell is broken as well. 15 second incantation to use spell.

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When using these spells, Kaldera must be completely focused on using the spells, if interrupted in any way the spell is broken, the chains no longer penetrate into the magical circuits and the magus can once again use magic, if anything they will feel pain from it.

Also if high enough magical attack or defense, it can be dodged or deflected.

Potions and Poisons Knowledge:
- Healing Potion (Can heal minor wounds like cuts, scrapes and bruises) (D)
- Antidote (Must have knoweldge of the poison being used) (D)
- Heightened senses potion (Makes 5 senses stronger for a time) (D)
- Weakening Poison (Makes person feel weak for a few minutes) (D)
- Searing Pain Poison (Causes injuries to feel intense pain, more so than they normally would) (D)

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B-

Other: Has two 10 foot long chains, made of the strongest bonded metals, at the ends for two feet are sharp spikes that protrude from the chains and on the ends are pointed fleur de lis shaped blades that allow him to stab into his opponents while also allowing him to catch them when he pulls the chains back as well as can be used as hooks when he has them wrapped around someone or an object.
Carries a book with him that his mother had given him about plants and their properties for potion/poison making.
He carries a holster with 10 needles 2 of each of his poisons, he is able to throw these and the impact acitvates the needle pushing the poison/potion into the person.

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Lancer

Class Name: Lancer
Nicknames: Divine Spear Li, Demon Fist Master of the Bajíquán
Alignment: Natural Evil
Height/Weight: 166cm/60kg
Servant of: Kaldera Ginjiro
Catalyst For Summon: Hair shaved from the man himself upon his death
Weapon(s): Six Harmony Great Spear
Wish: To continue to prove himself and raise his legend as a warrior

Abilities:
- Martial Art: Bajíquán

Skills:
Chinese Martial Arts: A+++ Chinese Martial Arts is his personal skill. A Chinese rationality. A count of how much one has mastered the martial arts that made becoming one with the universe its objective. The degree of difficulty for learning this is of the highest level and, unlike other Skills, A Rank is finally at a level one can say to have "learned it". Upon reaching +++, one is an expert among experts. While summoned as a Lancer, he has mastered the baji quan - including spearmanship.
Sphere Boundary: B When someone enters his sphere he is gains an advantage of defense, able to dodge and move out of the way of an attack.
Juezhao: B Nullify the properties of C ranked armor protection and below but cannot break through magical barriers.

Class Abilities:
Magic Resistance: D

Base Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Mana: E
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: -

Noble Phantasms:
Name: Shen Qiang Wu Er Da: Divine Spear, No Second Strike
Quote: "There is absolutely no contradiction to this spear that is exalted as the Divine Spear!”
Rank: -
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 2~5
Description:
Shen Qiang Wu Er Da.

God Spear, No Second Strike is the spear technique of Li Shuwen. Similarly to "Tsubame Gaeshi" and "Wu Er Da", it is a technical skill perfected to the point of being sublimated as a Noble Phantasm. It has the same effects as the Assassin-class "No Second Strike"**, but the range was broadened by holding a spear. From the anecdote of "I pierced the flies perched on the wall without scratching the wall", one can guess that the precision of his movements is also no different from when unarmed.

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It is not a true Noble Phantasm, but rather the quintessence of his martial arts where all of his hard strikes, even those meant as a diversionary strike or a feint, are enough to snatch away the opponent's life. He was an expert martial artist with strength that surpassed that of others, but the principal of "engulfing the opponent with Qi being put into practice was thought to be more important than physical strength. One theory states that he did not just defeat opponents with the destructive power of his fists. Those defeated by his techniques did not suffer from the damage to their internal organs, but rather from what in the present would be called circulatory shock. This Noble Phantasm is the case of "when a Heroic Spirit's martial arts becomes his one and only asset, the 'skill' itself is sublimated as a Noble Phantasm."

The technique of "engulfing with Qi" does not have a fixed title as a technique, and it is an idea that just slightly resembles the Cosmic Orbit methods seen in the Taoist discipline. Zhou Tian is a kind of training method in which Qi is cultivated by enclosing the body and mind in Qi, revitalizing the whole body and allowing for the resonance and amplification of the Qi. One goal of the training is to fill one's body with Qi and to fill one's own Qi in the surrounding space. It has been speculated whether or not Li Shuwen "engulfed his opponent with Qi" by utilizing the practice of molding the space filled with his own Qi in order to construct his own territory. Those who have been "engulfed with Qi" would have some of their senses dazzled, entering into a heightened state of tension and paranoia, and in the case a direct impact is driven into the nervous system of an opponent in this state, it would either give the feeling that their nervous system was under almost unendurable strain, or their heart will feel like stopping due to a reaction in the pneumogastric nerve.

This technique skew his target's nervous and circulatory systems as well as Magic Circuits. It disrupts the internal Magic Circuits like a tornado, and in a Servant's case, the magical energy connection to one's Master can no longer function properly for a time.

True Name

Li Shuwen

Lancer's True Name is Li Shuwen, a legendary martial artist from China who, despite born in modern times, carved many legends. A Chinese martial artist from Yanshan County, Hebei - Cangzhou (1864~1934). Having been born in the deathbed of the Qing Dynasty, Li Shuwen distinguished himself soon after beginning to take lessons in Bajíquán, ascending to the point of being extolled as the strongest in the history of Chinese martial arts. A prominent martial artist in the history of Chinese martial arts, renowned as "a second strike is needless, so long there is one it will suffice". Otherwise he is known as Demon Fist Master of the Bajíquán. Rather than learning 1,000 techniques, he personified a literal one-hit kill by thoroughly polishing up a single technique.

The progenitor of the Li clan's branch of Bají, Li Shuwen excelled in the use of spear to the point of being nicknamed "Divine Spear Li". The "Six Harmony Great Spear" that he used was a basic weapon of the Bají-branch and, if one is to accept this extreme logic, it can be said that the unarmed techniques of the Bají-branch (the Bajíquán) are nothing but preliminary steps to learn the techniques of this great spear.

It is said he have brought too much hatred due to killing too many opponents and finally had his life ended by being served poison from the victims relatives.

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