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Mahou Shoujo Nero-chan~

Databook on Nero Etheldreda Kagami

_Name

Kagami, Nero Etheldreda

_Codename

Lapsus021: “To Present Oneself and Correct the Error”

_Root

Half-Greco-Sicilian, Half-Japanese

_{Physical Elaboration}

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 162cm
Weight: 54kg
Birthday: January 30th

Legend

_{Characterization}

An incredibly studious appearing individual, Nero tends to come off as the sort that one might expect to be within some sort upperclassmen that one would look up to. Cool, collected, and often able to reconcile the difference between others before conflict arises.

This is just their surface personality though. In reality, Nero is a useless, selfish individual who does everything in their power to hedonistically enjoy themselves while placing forward the least amount of effort in any given situation to look as presentable as possible. They often intelligently go about any scenario they find themselves in order to expend the least amount of mental and physical energy while still presenting themselves as a self-proclaimed “Cute, reliable senpai” to her cohorts and friends.

Even if Nero would rather sleep the day away, if there was something that currently caused her inflated sense of justice to peak, she would do anything in her power to provide at least respite to the lost lambs before her with a friendly smile, but secretly finding the whole situation to be a waste of her time in her mind. Likely due to likely missing one of her television programs.

_Past

​Nero Etheldreda Kagami was orphaned at a young age when her parents, her father being an international trader from Japan and her mother being a fortune teller from Cagliari, were on a trip in Northern Scandinavia. The boat they were on was hijacked and they were killed in the process by a band of pirates. There were no relatives that could take the young girl in, her parents having made enemies of their family after their marriage was disapproved by both sides.

Living off the streets for a few years of her life in her home of Sicily, being called a street urchin and all kinds of insults, the young lady was taken the Catholic Church due to her natural power, even before becoming a mage, to feel the thrum of the spirits, which she tended to “feel” were not malicious, though there were malicious spirits she had met and that she avoided.

Serving years under the banner of the Catholic Church, Nero eventually, due to her rather useful set of skills, was selected to be part of a virtuous mission to infiltrate the heathen stronghold of Academy City, though within recent months has seemingly gone dark. Of course, this is due to the fact that she currently is unable to pry herself away from the pleasures and conveniences of modern civilization, seemingly unwilling to return to a hermetic lifestyle.

_Vision

To figure out why her parents were murdered.
To live a quiet life.
To feel accepted by her peers

Competencies

_{Ability/Magic}

Lapsus021: “To Present Oneself and Correct the Error”

_Mechanics

A variation on spiritual possession; the ability to intake oneself upon the “frequencies” of the aether. To rewrite the “self” with “something”. In that sense, it is also a means of self-modification utilizing temporary states of existence to fulfill a purpose. In Nero’s case, this takes effect as the ability to channel “spirits” into oneself. Similar to the Nympholepts of ancient Greece. To possess oneself with a “spirit”; a frequency dialed in. However, with the introduction of Christianity to Greece, the meaning of this had been muddied through the shared foundation. In Nero’s case, they are able to “feel” the thrum of the spirits beside her and “accept” this thrum into oneself.

In other words, the ability to have a “spirit” affect oneself and to take on the characteristics provided by said spirit. Though the body is kept, it becomes “tainted” by the addition of “others”, and after a while causes irreparable changes, becoming the new “self”. Classification for what constitutes a spirit simply is an existence that is able to grant access to their frequency for the duration of time.

Currently, Nero has contracted the four existences of pure elements: Sylvestris Gnomus, Undina, and the Vulcanus, better known as the Sylph, Gnome, Undyne, and Salamander as proposed by alchemist Paracelsus; the “pure” definition of those elements.

Nero is also known to have the ability to contract with existences such as wraiths in order to obtain information, obtain greater strength, or obtain knowledge of subjects, though wraiths require an agreement to be forged between herself and the residual existence. If she has the means to focus their desire towards something, she can truly shine in this regard.

The body of Nero is inked with various tribal-looking tattoos that, while the color of her normally milky skin, while in use take on a sprawled inky blackness that takes over the majority of her form. These symbols, lettering, and runes correspond to given contracts of spiritual origin, akin to a type of geas between two parties. In Nero’s case, these symbols refer to the primordial elements she has attuned to herself, though other symbology can be had so long as she contracts with spirits.

The current contracts held by her spirits to give her their powers are as follows:
Salamander: To be bold in the face of injustice.
Undyne: To take your dreams and manifest them as truths.
Gnome: To be unflinching as adversity strikes.
Sylph: D-Do I really have to wear that!? I don't want to feel like this!

This can also be used to enforce contracts between living individuals so long as both parties agree to the terms in said contract, though Nero tends not to use it in this way.

In addition to this, Nero carries with her a deck of tarot cards left as a memento from her parents. While the object itself is not magical, she is able to use the items for divination arcana, often telling the “potential fortune” based on the energies attuned to the possible outcome of a given situation, individual, subject or place also known as the “fate” of said object or event. While she is not able to understand the complexities of a given scenario, through a minor ritual, she is able to come up with a “general feeling” based on the pulled tarot.

_{Other Talents and Traits}

An absolute neet with little redeeming qualities, though they are rather skilled in terms of technology compared to the average mage as an unfortunate side effect.

Well-versed in history and magical foundations, primarily focusing on Western (European) Thaumaturgy and history.

Can clean well, given that was one of her primary jobs as a Sister in the monastery. This extends minorly to her cooking, which could be considered “above average” in most cases, like a budget maid who doesn’t seem to enjoy her job.

Rather snappy when it comes to quips and figuring out plans during stressful situations, though would rather not be in that situation, to begin with.

Skilled at reading and creating maps along with understanding the lay of the land, though due to their insistence on not going outside, this skill is hardly used.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, Team Black Provisional Base, Inside

Yuri seemed to calm down at the clarification of the “event” he were to take his place within, seemingly understanding to an extent as to what the gentlemanly man presented to him. Perhaps under a circumstance where he had come off a little bit more abrasive to Yuri’s ears, his similarities with a certain Lord he had taken care of earlier might have caused his reaction to change completely. This was not the case, however. A victory in diplomacy, or at the very least, a diffusion of the situation at hand.

“So there is a war then? I knew that the Germans were mobilizing recently according to some sources, but I would never have guessed it was for some petty game like this.”

Yuri scoffed at the idea. The Germans, who had been a major reason for the destruction of his homeland and the change of government, were simply playing some sort of fantasy war for an object that the white-haired man claimed could “grant wishes”. Perhaps if there did exist a powerful existence that could make true the wishes of man beyond the capacity of their wills any king would wish to obtain this power to enforce their hegemony.

It seemed preposterous.

It seemed impossible.

But somehow within his mind, of which might have been altered by various ingestion of alcoholic beverages, could comprehend what the other was saying. He knew that what they were speaking was the truth. After all, if there was a reason to lie, it would not be about an unbelievable instance of a war to obtain what the white-haired mystery man called the “Holy Grail”. And if the group wanted Yuri dead by now, he probably would have had to fight through these strangely dressed, strangely behaved, strange people, even though he was sure he could at least knock down 3 of them before their numbers overwhelmed him.

“But you mentioned that we are a team, yet when speaking about the Holy Grail, you mentioned it only grants a “wish”, not “wishes”. Then there is omly one wish, correct? How would we determine who gets the wish after this conflict?”

A simple enough question. Yuri was a swindler and vagrant. There was no way any dixie or tramp could get past his keen sense of semantics. After all, it was an important part of his profession. Never accept something that seems too good, and the devil is in the details. Thus, for a conversation as simple as this, he had seen somewhat past the riches supposed by the Holy Grail, and considered for a moment the legitimate logistics of the whole concept and situation he had found himself in. Like any military man should do.

Another 'My Hero Academia' Early days, before UA

Lemme in

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, Team Black Provisional Base, Inside

“And you look like you belong in a ballroom, little miss noble,” Yuri crudely stated, spitting on the floor as he spoke.

”I met a man like you this morning, you know. Straight laced, formal speech, though he had the courtesy to dress a bit more appropriate for a stroll through the town. But that didn’t stop me from bashing his front teeth in,” Yuri boldly stated towards the rather sarcastic tone taken by the the snot-nosed brat before him. Yuri towered over the woman by around nearly twenty centimeters, but in a battle of magics size hardly mattered. After all, with all of his strength, his Servant claimed he had “returned” a blade back to England with a single toss. But he felt no such power from the little noblewoamn before him. Causion was to the wind.

”Now what kinda stupid cult are ya’ bastards. I’ve been possessed by one of your evil spirits, and together we had some spirits. I don’t know what he is or what he wants me to do, but I figured I would come here and ask, with my mouth or with my fists. Really up to how quickly you want to divulge what is going on here.”

To someone like Yuri, who did comprehend the fantastical due to his innate mutation as a person, but never entered the world of mystery, such a gathering seemed almost like the witches of old; the yaga who terrorized children’’s tales he had heard from both his mother and older sister growing up on his ranch. A cabal that should be beaten and strung through the street. But considering he was “possessed” by one of “their” spirits, it was not really clear what his part in this all was. And that was what he was here to find out.

There was a knight, a child, a noblewoman, another in the attire of a military officer compared to Yuri’s battered and bruised tsarist uniform that perhaps might be lost on those who were not either old enough to remember the Great War, or Weltkrieg, or the War to End all wars. But his attirer seemed to have been stitched together several times over, well done stitching, but stitched nonetheless which gave him a shabby appearance. There was also a rather pessimistic man sitting in the corner talking about burning books or something, and of curse, a strange, white-haired man who seemed to be the “leader” of the area. Or at least, the person who was trying to gather these people.

“Now ... what the hell is going on here?! This was the address in that bastard Fairchild’s wallet, after all. So, are you going to explain to me what the hell is happening here? ‘Association’? ‘Magi’? My evil spirit also mentioned a ‘Grail War’ … Are you communists or something!?”

The name Fairchild. The name of a Lord of Clocktower that was supposed to enter this contest. And the drunk Russian man had used his name in his speech in such a vulgar manner. It was clear the two had not enjoyed any sort of contact together. Had this lowly man beat a Clocktower Lord, as he so boldly claimed?

Of course it was a mistake on his part. Jeremiah had not anticipated the arrival of another, and Yuri’s fighting style of “dragging others in the mud as well” was not something he could really compete with. Not only that, but Yuri should have died if the Servant he had summoned, whom of which was merely a ghost to his side right now, but regardless, to come into contact with a Lord and make it out alive was a rather impressive feat by any magi, let alone a person who claimed no knowledge of magecraft.

But to someone who could not have known this story in its entirety, not being a particularly interesting fight at all considering neither force in the picture was able to unleash any mystical power and it essentially being a drunken brawl on the floor, it sounded as if he was some sort of powerful being. But clearly, by his statements and questions, he was not a magus, and had no idea what the hell this Grail War was, and he had been “possessed” by some sort of spirit. A mysterious drunken man who was either completely crazy or dead serious. And not even he knew which of these lines he tread. .

“I don’t give a damn which one of you answers or doesn’t, but one of you better answer, or Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk will have to choose who answers for you!”

As he said that “something” happened. At his hands, the air itself seemed to shift slightly. No, it was not a physical air, but there seemed to be a shift occurring. Subltle, but it existed.

Even though he had came to speak, Yuri tended to find him “speaking” usually lead to him “fighting”, and since he was not sure what or who these people were, he could not be so sure. After all, even if he couldn’t “see” the beings that remained in their spirit form, he sure as hell “felt” other existences similar to the “evil spirit”’ he had summoned.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, Team Black Provisional Base, Inside

With a quick shifting of metals, the entrance to the Black Team’s Provisional Base, hardly a shabby existence for a team taking on another with the resources of an entire nation behind them. Perhaps that could be considered their position as the underdogs in this war; an existence that hardly had the logistical ability to permit such grandeur presentations such as a bierhall feast, but that was simply the nature of their mission, and they had chosen to sign up for this.

Not that someone like Yuri would know any of this. Or would have signed up willingly for this without some sort of profit. But having been thrown into something he could not comprehend, it was not as if he could simply give up what he had been given.

Perhaps to the white-haired man, the person to enter was not listed in any of the documents he held on his person. It would have been impossible for anyone to grasp the entrance to this war. A person who had no reason to be here, yet seemed rather confident about being in this run-down factory, as if he knew this meeting was to take place. And with the entrance of this man of Slavic origins, clearly drunk despite night being a while away and the first glimpse of twilight filled the air.

“I’ll be damned, I guess this place did exist” his rather gruff, demanding of those who heard it. Regardless of his rather odd presence, his stumbling posture, and his somewhat slurred speech, he seemed to exude an energy that seemed to state he “belonged” here. He knew “something” was supposed to happen in this room.

While he was out of place, most of the other magi not having clear liquor stains on their dress, it appeared he did not show up as an antagonist to the Black Team. He seemed like no mage; at the very least he did not seem like the sort of person the association would send to fight against the Germans and their allies.

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*
Perhaps you were wondering why this man had appeared in place of the regularly scheduled clocktower lord? Well, let me start from the beginning.

Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, Wolfhausen Pub, Bar (Earlier in the Morning)

It happened to be a rather standard day for someone in Yuri’s profession. After all, while he was a vagrant by all stretches of the imagination, this was by choice rather than circumstances. And for people in his profession … a “trafficker” of sorts. That was just a fancy way of saying “smuggler” of course, or at times even “thief”, but his current job seemed less complex than that.

According to the information he received on his client, Yuri knew him as some big-shot English nobleman and politician who claimed: “saving the world” and other such nonsense that Yuri didn’t care too much about. The good appeared to have been some sort of relic, perhaps wishing to donate it to a museum in a show of good faith, or more likely, a collector who would rather be seen dead than give up any amount of his possessions to those who needed it more.

A typical nobleman.

But this supposed image of the man was all in Yuri’s approaching drunken, or perhaps well past that point, head. All Yuri knew was that the man was several hours late from their predetermined meeting location and Yuri would be billing him for all the alcohol he had consumed already.

Suddenly, as if out of nowhere and appearing from thin air. A younger man than what Yuri first suspected him to be, he appeared to be a student hardly in his twenties rather than some sort of snobby, top hat wearing, dapper sort of nobleman he had expected. The more shabby clothing the man wore, meager compared to the idea that had been brought into Yuri’s fantasy seemed almost comical in retrospect.

“Greeting,” The man said to Yuri. He could hear this man rather clearly, but his voice never escaped more than a whisper. Perhaps the deal he was given was, in fact, shady like his previous dealings, but Yuri braved through those without too much hiccups. However, the man seemed to open up (in Yuri’s eyes) when he ordered two drinks for both himself and his courier.

“Don’t worry, my treat,” he said.

A sound as sweet as the autumn breeze. To someone who lived and drowned their regrets in the bottle, to get something without charge was clearly a change of pace.

“Do you have the delicate … thing ... I asked you to procure?”

Yuri thought that though he was the courier, he didn’t really know what it was that he was asked to bring. It was not his business snooping in other people’s personal purchases, and it wasn’t as if knowing whether it was stolen art or opioids or something.

“I suppose. Don’t really know what this … ‘thing’ would be, but I was given this package to give to you, Mr. Fairchild,” Yuri said, reading what it said was his name on the box.

“Please, call me Jeremiah,” he responded, taking a drink of the ale he had ordered in unison with Yuri.

“Don’t worry. Don’t worry. We are all friends here. I’d surely pay for a friend’s drink, no?” Jeremiah said, as he began to move towards where the barkeep was, spoke a few words to him, seemed to slip him a note of sorts, and the two nodded.

“See? No worries about that, you hear.”

And with that, the nobleman left, seemingly satisfied enough to pay for a few rounds of drinks he had not been a part of. So in the end, Yuri really ended up the winner. A light smile appeared on his face. Normally Yuri’s clients ended up being complete assholes that he would rather wish for another great war than run through hoops listening to their whims, but a quick, curious meeting was always preferable to one that ended in strife.

At least, that is what Yuri thought for but a few moments, before the bartender walked up and asked if he was ready to pay his tab.

“I was sure my friend was going to pay, no?”

“Well, your friend said you were going to pay since you owed him for that. He also said to give you this paper.”

As Yuri unraveled it, it simply said the following phrase that brought him into a near-frenzy that he almost thought he heard that smug Englishman’s laugh in his hysteria-driven insanity, storming out of the bar and refusing to pay the barkeep. Not that he was going to frequent this place anymore. He wanted out of Germany anyway, the strange looks his Slavic appearance seemed to get him on the street was something he wished to avoid anyway.

“Thanks for the Drink,” in plane letters was all that was written on the paper.

Normally, it would not be personal. But this - this was personal to the former Cossack. It would have to be a do, or die. And he was willing to bet he knew who would be doing which rolls.

With some “investigation”, also known as punching enough people and making them tell Yuri if they had heard or seen anything about a Jeremiah Fairchild, and eventually someone said he was in a nearby hotel. However, the amount of time it took to find this clue and the subsequent hotel took until the next twilight, the morning air warming compared to the nightly breeze, dew setting itself upon the land.

On the way there, Yuri began fantasizing about how he was going to mess that pretty boy's face so much that he’d better have money because no one will ever love him with that sort of face, but something strange had occurred when he had picked the lock to the door Jeremiah was supposed to be, but what he found was strange.

Perhaps if he had noticed it at first, he wouldn’t have lunged forward with his fist, bashing the back of this trickster’s head, a bit of his blood splashing the strange, glowing circle upon the floor. Jeremiah might have wished for a simple summoning, But that isn’t what had occurred, and the appearance of the Command Seals upon the hand of Yuri might have confirmed that if there was any attention placed upon this fact. But there was something that Jeremiah was attempting to pull out from his possession. Something that from Yuri’s various degrees of fighting in bars and other dubious situations.

A weapon.

A knife.

There was no way that

And suddenly, a flash of light appeared.

A great flash of power that metaphorically blew Yuri away as he shielded his eyes from the flash. Or at least, he would have, had he not been in a tussle with Mr. Fairchild. In the event it were to be a fair fight, and had Mr. Fairchild decided to perhaps notice the Slavic man enter the premise, but he had decided to summon his Servant before setting up a bounded field in his hurry to see if he could capture the Servant he desired with the piece of the roundtable as his catalyst.

The Knight of the Sun, Gawain, would be his first selected Servant. A magnificent Servant whose legend equated him to the mighty Lancelot in terms of combat.

A massive man stood in the center of the room, appearing, in Yuri’s lack-thereof knowledge of Magecraft, out of nothing. A beast who from Yuri’s perspective dwarfed all others. Not because of his height, though he was a rather large man, even taller than Yuri who reached around 185 cm, but rather because of a “feeling” that he comprehended. As if a sixth sense, he knew this man was something above what should be possible of a person.

He would have to fight against this new challenger as he came, as currently, he was fighting for his life as to prevent the dagger from being unsheathed, but the destruction of the man had allowed Yuri’s judgment to lax and to allow Jeremiah to get into his coat pocket and properly grasp the knife there. And Yuri understood it might be a bit more dangerous to follow through with his revenge plan than he had originally thought.

He expected the blood. He expected him to perhaps place the knife against his skin and flay it,

.But this did not occur.

Instead, he felt a gust of wind, and as he looked back up, he noticed that the strange, tall man who had appeared out of nowhere lifted Jeremiah by the neck and proceeded to pry the item out of his hands.

… Was he not on Jeremiah's side? At first sight of the second person and the knife, Yuri felt it would be hard to get out of this hotel alive. A suicidal, stupid action that would cause him to be found in the river a few weeks down the road, but this wasn’t the case.

The sly nobleman Jeremiah was squirming and attempting to break his grip It was impossible in Yuri’s eyes. He had just fought against this person to a standstill in his rather rough close-quarters combat, and though Yuri had not utilized “that” ability, the two were struggling to outmaneuver each other or overpower one another until his lul of judgment for the moment of his awe over the larger man.

The strange giant took the dagger in his hand and began to contemplate for but a moment, before focusing his attention on the man in his hand, as if he had forgotten he was struggling there until his sounds of struggle reached his ears.

“This isn’t yours, is it? I know this blade. I’ve seen it several times before, though I always thought it was a bit less dull.” The man said, walking towards the curtained window in a long, methodical stride. The sun was now sitting in the sky, and the morning was in full swing compared to the embers of morning seen by Yuri as he first learned of this hotel as Escanor saw whilst he opened the curtains of the window.

He stood looking out the window as if contemplating. The same sort of face a scholar makes as they study their discipline. The sort of concentration that can only come out of someone who was learning. Receiving his bearings, he gripped the dagger with all of his strength.

“Lugh Belenus: Authority of the Shining God!”

Words that meant nothing to Yuri, but a bit of knowledge and recollection seemed to wash over Jeremiah's face.

Yuri couldn’t “see “ what was happening with Escanor. His physical appearance seemed to change, perhaps becoming, even more, intimidating in both height and body, But none of those mattered to what Yuri had “felt”. If his ability was a sense, then this would have felt as if he stood directly next to the sun, feeling a burn that he eventually became more accustomed to. But he still comprehended the magnitude that this “ability” trumped his simple redirection of energy; This was the creation of power.

And with that, Escanor “lightly” dropped the struggling Jeremiah to the floor, formerly struggling and now trying to catch his breath on his new position.

But Escanor also took a position. One of a runner, right before the kickoff. But instead of the gunshot denoting his run, the second he was brought back to his standing position, he tossed the knife that almost found itself in Yuri’s heart just prior.

It was like a jet.

It was like a comet.

It was like a bullet.

Perhaps more accurately a massive artillery stronger at propelling than even the Paris gun.

It was like watching a shooting star in reverse, entering the sky outside of something Yuri felt was able to return back to the earth.

“Maybe I overdid it a little bit,” Escanor said to seemingly no one but himself, holding his shoulder with his other hand. “No matter. I simply took it away from a thief, after all!”

Glass was on the floor. The side of the building had shattered off into the street, revealing himself to the world and having several morning goers look up at the giant man’s destruction and noise as if he was a terrorist of sorts whom of which had destroyed the side of the building. Perhaps in a few moments, the hotel staff, or perhaps the police, would be showing up.

“M-My dagger!? What did you do to it!!?” Jeremiah choked out, in awe, and his voice cracking in seemingly fear at the feat of the giant.

But for someone like Yuri, whom of which never felt such an incredible amount of what he never understood to be magical energy being exuded from his person. It was like being a man in front of a god. It was impossible. Yuri simply stood there, shaking. Perhaps it was the alcohol in most situations, but he felt almost sick at “sensing” that kind of magic being expelled.

No … that wasn’t just the feeling of a massive expense of mana. He looked to his hands, a burning sensation on the back of his hand causing great discomfort as a symbol had appeared on his hand as a sort of tribal tattoo that resembled the mane of a horse.

“I simply returned it back to the person who originally owned it! A mere man like you should not hold an object fit for a king! Wahahaha!”

A bellowed laugh escaped his mouth, shaking his arms in conjunction with each laugh that escaped his mouth.

“Ah I see, this is a Grail War isn’t it?” Escanor said “So one of you is my Master, aren’t you. So, which one is it,” the Giant asked the two men in the room, one of them dumbstruck and the other one seething with rage.

“You aren’t the person I tried to summon, I attempted to summon the noble knight Gawain. You are an imposter. A trickster who had defiled a duel. You are no Servant of mine. And with the order of my command spell, I command that you take your life!”

…

But nothing happened. Of course, nothing had happened. Mr. Fairchild was not the one to summon the Servant. Sure, he was the one to set up the ritual, but right as he attempted to summon the Servant Gawain, an “unseen” force had began to tussle with him, causing the ritual to instead be completed by the interrupter. Perhaps this was an act of God, or an act of change, but either way, it was unfortunate for Jeremiah, but he had no power in this situation.

And he was livid.

“So that must mean you are my Master, kid,” Escanor said to the dazed and confused Slavic man, not completely understanding what was going on, aside from the fact that he was perhaps an ally of this strange … “man” … of sorts.

But Jeremiah refused to accept this outcome. And rushed against the Slav with a larger sword as opposed to a knife in his hand. However, this action was quickly ended as Escanor flicked the Clocktower lord lightly, causing him to fly across the room and knock himself out on the wall as he collided.

“So Master, what is the plan?”

“I, uh, have no idea what you’re talking about. I know I drink, but this is a pretty trippy hallucination. No, it is impossible for this to be a hallucination. This is reality, isn’t it? I suppose we should leave before the police show up, You did just destroy half of a building, after all. I’m sure someone called the police by now. Maybe you would want to get a drink with me?”

And here we are today.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

H A R D B A S S

Appearance:

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Name: Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Weight: 76kg
Height: 180cm
Elemental Affinity: Sun
Origin: Life
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Magic Circuits: E x E
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Magecraft/Abilities: While Magecraft is a self-hypnosis of the self to convince the world to perform a feat of mystery. However, Yuri knows no magecraft. Psychonics -- an ability that is more of an ingrained mutation than that of circuits, only appearing within the confines of a single generation than passed down to those offsprings. One could consider his power to be the ultimate display of mankind compared to that of magecraft which still requires to trick the world in order to complete.

A “Normal” existence bound to him an “abnormality”.

Yuri could be considered to be the “Man closest to the sun”, though it is not as if he needed his wax wings to fly there. If the sun itself is “life”, than Yuri is able to see this power inside of others, and thusly can manipulate this power at will. A separate sixth sense that allows him to “feel” the energy of the sun as “life force”, and using his power, he is able to manipulate this power into any shape he wishes, including his own energy. A channel in the brain that relates to solar energy.

Because of his manipulation of this energy, the normal use of this skill would be to grant his strikes both the power of the sun, and the power of life energy, often able to disrupt bodies that are affected by the skill, or place the power within objects temporarily. This ability takes the appearance as a “wave” that directly covers the holder’s hands. The heat of which is able to destroy most opponents.

One could say then this skill would be better against non-humans than humans; a coveted ability by those who fight against creatures known as “vampires”. However, due to the death of his father, and his displacement, it was never used for this purpose. Though good money would be spent tracking this man if his powers were more widely known.
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Other Abilities: Cossack: An umbrella term for the abilities standard of a Cossack. These skills range from the ability to fire short-arms from horseback, ride, a horse, tracking, able to live off the land, and other suck feats are applicable. One could say that the Cossacks themselves are beings that lived outside of society, yet enforced said society. This skills are versatile, and thus can be applied to numerous skills.
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Mystic Codes/ Magical Items: N/A
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Weapons/ Other Belongings: Berezka: A horse he had bought to replace his aged horse from his Cossack days while he spent his time in America. Though most others had adopted the mechanical horse, certain habits for a cossack never die. A reliable, tamed horse that seems to have a deep understanding of Yuri; more than any human seems to comprehend, as if they two can speak directly to one another.

M1903: A weapon he had received during his service as donation equipment from the Americans to assist the whites from allowing the soviets to take over Russia. Of course, this didn’t work, but after his escape, he had made sure to keep the rifle in the best condition it could be in.

Cossack Uniform: Something old. Something constantly sewn back together. Something that could be considered important and sentimental to Yuri. A uniform that denoted his position in the Cossacks of the empire of old; the people who directly fought for the Tsar and his territories. Though he does not often wear this uniform, it is still something he treasures deeply. In addition to this uniform, a pendant with a photo of his Mother, sister, and himself he commissioned right before he left for the war within are two of his most prized possessions.
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Personality: One could consider Yuri to be a person without much to lose. Perhaps before he was a boy full of optimism, but now, hardened by the experiences that paved the way for the century to come, Yuri is a realist whose romantic ideals were crushed one by the crippling reality of war, and twice again after by the death of his family as he fled from Red lands.

Despite this, one could not consider Yuri to be a bad person, but simply someone who does not think highly of himself, nor thinks highly of others, and while he follows what he considers to be moral, he isn’t above underhanded tricks to obtain the desired outcome he wishes for.

Troubled by his past, Yuri drowns himself in the ale and women he can afford from his missions. Never really has enough money to go around, and is often found sleeping outside when his funds are completely shot, not that he has difficulty doing so. A man corrupted by the vice of man, and one that does not allow others to get close enough to him, After all, if he spent money on himself, then he could not indulge in these vices. The natural depressants of man are all the middle aged man really needs; not the worldly concepts that most required during this timeframe from their work in the city, despite often taking these pleasures from the city. A “Cowboy [Cossack] in the world that has changed too much for it to feel real”.

Background: Yuri was born in a small town on the Don River to two Ukrainian Jews in the region. The third of four children, though both his younger brother and sister had died, leaving only himself and his sister as the surviving children. The two hardly knew of their father, who was an absent figure in the lives of the Romanyuk family. Yuri himself hardly had a face to place upon his father, aside from stories told of his exploits by his mother. And though always aware of his gift, it was not something he spoke openly about, even to his family, which he loved.

Though the town could be considered small, it was not as if the family lived in squabble. If his father was not part of his life, then one could consider his presence was felt by the Romanyuk family. After all, funds were sent to and from his position in the pacific territories of Russia. A military officer who travelled the frontier to pacify threats to the Tsar’s reign, or so he was told.

Therefore, as a young child, Yuri was the man of the house, often making the executive decisions that a paternal figure would make, the ranch where his family lived essentially being run by himself and his older sister. The two raised the horses together, and Yuri considered this youthful part of his life to be hard work, but fulfilling nonetheless.

Yuri had joined the war at the soonest he could when it had broke out.. Perhaps it was the “Ghost” of his father speaking, but he felt great patriotism towards his country. Both his sister and mother begged him not to go, but he felt that it was his obligation to fight against those who would dare destroy his way of life and slaughter the countrymen of the nation he loved. However, his sister and mother wished him not to leave. The draft was something that only required one family member to participate after all, and he was not called for such due to his father fighting in the conflict.

Yuri did not listen to them and like his father before him, trained to become a cossack. The battles were long, and the charges of his division were inefficient against the onslaught of Austrian and German machine-gun fire. IIt was not a war in the eyes of Yuri and his division, but a pointless slaughter of good men and horses.

Despite the bravery and courage his division fought with, modernization was the crux of any warfare, and done were the days of cavalry charges against formations. Therefore, his division was repurposed for disruption of supplies from the ever expanding lines as the Germans pushed into his home country.

But with the death of so many of his countrymen, and the growing discontent with the Tsar at large, in his perspective, filthy liberals were attempting to ruin the nation he had so much pride in. Of course, he was silent during the february revolution, as at the least the Duma preserved the society of Russians, but when the october revolutions hit, and the Tsar was killed in cold blood by the Reds, the country that he love exploded into civil war. Thus he had to flee eastward against the reds, and soon found himself under the mongolian divisions, fighting his damndest to defeat the plague to the nation he loved. He had heard that his father followed Kolchak’s men, but the two’s paths never crossed one another.

It was not long before the underequipped and underfunded whites began to collapse to the power of the reds, and when that happened, hoping to find freedom in a new land, Yuri escaped first to the Chinese Republic, then to Japanese occupied Port Arthur, and finally seeking asylum in the United States. In a note he had received while he was in the America revealed to him that his father, mother and sister were executed by the Soviets for their insolence and refusal to accept the revolution.

Yuri was heartbroken, and for years knew nothing that would fill the ever-expanding dread caused by this incident. In the end, he simply became a mercenary of sorts, accepting any and all missions so long as he was paid, and so long as they never broke what he considered to be “moral”.
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Wish/Reason for Being in the War: To once more feel free. To save his people from the reds and avenge his family.

Assassin

Class: Assassin

Titles: The Attendant of Thebes

True Name: Tiresias

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Parameters

Strength: - D

Endurance: - D

Agility: - D

Mana: - A (A+)*

Luck: - B + (B+)*

*Stats increased due to being summon in Europe

Biography -

History: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiresias

It should be noted that like Arturia, Tiresias exists outside of the Throne of Heroes. Thus, their body is a physical being.

Weapons: Staff, Dragon Teeth, Hydra poison

Personality: One could describe the personality of Tiresias as to be defiant. A being who fought against the conventional knowledge of the world and those gods who both cursed and blessed the blind seer. Someone who simply did as they desired, though more often than not the man or woman had only stated what they believe to be true, and only did what they believed was correct. More often than not they were correct.

Not one to shy away from any subject, after all, they were blinded because they stated a woman had more pleasure than a man during sex, having experienced both sides of this, from their goddess Hera during an argument with her husband. Tiresias simply cares about seeking the “truth’ of the world, regardless of where it takes him. A force that sees the fate of man who simply wishes to produce his own Tiresias does not back down when threatened. True to the gift of prophetic power, he stands unflinching before the fury of kings or gods or goddesses. His speech may be barbed, his message horrifying, but Tiresias' dedication to the truth is uncompromising. For his suffering, his piety, and his devotion to prophetic truth, Tiresias emerges as a powerful — even admirable — character. Thusly, hardly is he able to state what he doesn’t believe as the truth.

An unfalsifiable belief in the self, regardless of what occurs.

Appearance: -

Female

Male

Weapons: Staff, Dragon Teeth, Hydra poison

Class Skills

Presence Concealment: D

Comparable to a spy halfway through basic training. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. A low ranking of Presence Concealment unbecoming for an Assassin to the level that a Servant can infer one's presence at once, so long as they are paying attention to their surroundings. Not a true “assassin”, but due to his occupation for seven of his lives to be the Attendant to the King of Thebes, many a time had Tiresias committed acts of espionage and intrigue within his court. Anything to the benefit of Thebes, after all.

Territory Creation - Replaced by the “Temple of Hera” Noble Phantasm

Item Construction- B

Adept in the creation of many potions, though due to their personality these tends towards more risque creations.

Personal Skills

Double Summon: B

Possesses Class Skills from both the Assassin and Caster classes.

High-Speed Divine Words: A

High-Thaumaturgy-level Magecraft can be cast at the speed of Single-Action spells. Locked while a male.

Revelation: B

Different stories were told of the cause of his blindness, the most direct being that he was simply blinded by the gods for revealing their secrets. However, due to their blindness, they were given the ability to see through the “eyes of the bird”, and thus being able to “see what is to come”. He inherited a sort of 'wisdom' that manifested itself as a strange connection with the world. He is able to interpret the song of birds, the caress of the wind upon blades of grass and the thrum of mana in the air as warnings or advice on 'what is the best path' or 'what will come next'. Luck can, however, interfere with this.

Clairvoyance: B+

The ability to “see what the birds see”. A form of divination from the ancient greek belief of Augury, which they are credited in creating, that allows her to increase her view of the world from a distance away without needing to exist in a location. In addition, in combination with Revelation, limited future sight is possible. Tiresias the name became a title for the highest rank of seer due to his influence upon the field of study.

Noble Phantasms

Name Caduceus, Protector of Travels

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: - C

Description: - Tiresias was the high-priestess of Hera, and the reason why the Caduceus had been closely connected with her, despite its origins beginning with Hermes. The Priestesses of Hera adopted the staff to themselves for their desire to The Caduceus is an object that is able to protect those who travel. To guide those without fail to their destination.

Whilst a priest of Zeus, Tiresias had seen two snakes mating and had decided to hit them with a stick, causing the once male Tiresia to transform into a woman for seven years, and to change his patron god to the goddess Hera as her High-Priestess as punishment for “her” transaction.. These snakes and stick had become his staff. The snakes themselves are alive and slither up and down the shaft of the stick, though this facts eems not to bother Tiresia, effectively using the object as a staff, even if but ceremonially

The true power of the staff — The Caduceus, as a staff of Hera instead of Hermes, is able to purify anything it touches, destroying curses and impurities within the confines of the object it comes into contact with, similar to a certain English bandit’s bow in reverse, acting as a filter of sorts for “that which shouldn’t be there”.

In addition to this staff is "held" by the owner, they shall revert to their female self.

Name: Hydra Blood, An Arrow to End a Journey

Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-divine

Rank: A+

Description: A single arrow containing the blood of the hydra that had finally killed Tiresias as he had insulted the god Apollo as he drank from his spring, breathing his final breath as he entered the afterlife. Even death could not stop him from granting mortals knowledge that only the gods should know, offering heroes information and tips from beyond the grave.

The single arrow holds a powerful poison that is capable of dealing heavy damage against all things divine, maddening them into a shriled version of themselves until they gift away their godship to walk amongst the humans, or perish from the pain it causes. Of course, it is just a single arrow’s worth, but even that is enough to cause extreme damage to those who pride themselves gods. Against non-gods the poison is still potent, but the effect is amplified against divinity.

Noble Phantasms

Name Temple of Hera, The Ground I Worship Shall Follow

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: - D

Description: A form of territory creation. During her time as a female, Tiresias constructed a temple in honor of her patron goddess Hera. A temple that moved as they did according to the legend, following them as they spread the word of their goddess. They are able to construct a mobile workshop that can be moved.

Unique to this property of this summoning as an Assassin and Caster, the workshop is able to invert the world within its confines, preventing detection, as it was said to be “seen by only those are deemed worthy”

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H A R D B A S S

Appearance:

Appearance

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Name: Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Weight: 76kg
Height: 180cm
Elemental Affinity: Sun
Origin: Life
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Magic Circuits: E x E
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Magecraft/Abilities: While Magecraft is a self-hypnosis of the self to convince the world to perform a feat of mystery. However, Yuri knows no magecraft. Psychonics -- an ability that is more of an ingrained mutation than that of circuits, only appearing within the confines of a single generation than passed down to those offsprings. One could consider his power to be the ultimate display of mankind compared to that of magecraft which still requires to trick the world in order to complete.

A “Normal” existence bound to him an “abnormality”.

Yuri could be considered to be the “Man closest to the sun”, though it is not as if he needed his wax wings to fly there. If the sun itself is “life”, than Yuri is able to see this power inside of others, and thusly can manipulate this power at will. A separate sixth sense that allows him to “feel” the energy of the sun as “life force”, and using his power, he is able to manipulate this power into any shape he wishes, including his own energy. A channel in the brain that relates to solar energy.

Because of his manipulation of this energy, the normal use of this skill would be to grant his strikes both the power of the sun, and the power of life energy, often able to disrupt bodies that are affected by the skill, or place the power within objects temporarily. This ability takes the appearance as a “wave” that directly covers the beholder’s hands. The heat of which is able to destroy most opponents.

One could say then this skill would be better against non-humans than humans; a coveted ability by those who fight against creatures known as “vampires”. However, due to the death of his father, and his displacement, it was never used for this purpose. Though good money would be spent tracking this man if his powers were more widely known.

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Other Abilities: Cossack: An umbrella term for the abilities standard of a Cossack. These skills range from the ability to fire short-arms from horseback, ride, a horse, tracking, able to live off the land, and other suck feats are applicable. One could say that the Cossacks themselves are beings that lived outside of society, yet enforced said society. This skills are versatile, and thus can be applied to numerous skills.
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Mystic Codes/ Magical Items: N/A
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Weapons/ Other Belongings: Berezka: A horse he had bought to replace his aged horse from his Cossack days while he spent his time in America. Though most others had adopted the mechanical horse, certain habits for a cossack never die. A reliable, tamed horse that seems to have a deep understanding of Yuri; more than any human seems to comprehend, as if they two can speak directly to one another.

M1903: A weapon he had received during his service as donation equipment from the Americans to assist the whites from allowing the soviets to take over Russia. Of course, this didn’t work, but after his escape, he had made sure to keep the rifle in the best condition it could be in.

Cossack Uniform: Something old. Something constantly sewn back together. Something that could be considered important and sentimental to Yuri. A uniform that denoted his position in the Cossacks of the empire of old; the people who directly fought for the Tsar and his territories. Though he does not often wear this uniform, it is still something he treasures deeply. In addition to this uniform, a pendant with a photo of his Mother, sister, and himself he commissioned right before he left for the war within are two of his most prized possessions.
________________________________________________________________________***_____________
Personality: One could consider Yuri to be a person without much to lose. Perhaps before he was a boy full of optimism, but now, hardened by the experiences that paved the way for the century to come, Yuri is a realist whose romantic ideals were crushed one by the crippling reality of war, and twice again after by the death of his family as he fled from Red lands.

Despite this, one could not consider Yuri to be a bad person, but simply someone who does not think highly of himself, nor thinks highly of others, and while he follows what he considers to be moral, he isn’t above underhanded tricks to obtain the desired outcome he wishes for.

Troubled by his past, Yuri drowns himself in the ale and women he can afford from his missions. Never really has enough money to go around, and is often found sleeping outside when his funds are completely shot, not that he has difficulty doing so. A man corrupted by the vice of man, and one that does not allow others to get close enough to him, After all, if he spent money on himself, then he could not indulge in these vices. The natural depressants of man are all the middle aged man really needs; not the worldly concepts that most required during this timeframe from their work in the city, despite often taking these pleasures from the city. A “Cowboy [Cossack] in the world that has changed too much for it to feel real”.

Background: Yuri was born in a small town on the Don River to two Ukrainian Jews in the region. The third of four children, though both his younger brother and sister had died, leaving only himself and his sister as the surviving children. The two hardly knew of their father, who was an absent figure in the lives of the Romanyuk family. Yuri himself hardly had a face to place upon his father, aside from stories told of his exploits by his mother. And though always aware of his gift, it was not something he spoke openly about, even to his family, which he loved.

Though the town could be considered small, it was not as if the family lived in squabble. If his father was not part of his life, then one could consider his presence was felt by the Romanyuk family. After all, funds were sent to and from his position in the pacific territories of Russia. A military officer who travelled the frontier to pacify threats to the Tsar’s reign, or so he was told.

Therefore, as a young child, Yuri was the man of the house, often making the executive decisions that a paternal figure would make, the ranch where his family lived essentially being run by himself and his older sister. The two raised the horses together, and Yuri considered this youthful part of his life to be hard work, but fulfilling nonetheless.

Yuri had joined the war at the soonest he could when it had broke out.. Perhaps it was the “Ghost” of his father speaking, but he felt great patriotism towards his country. Both his sister and mother begged him not to go, but he felt that it was his obligation to fight against those who would dare destroy his way of life and slaughter the countrymen of the nation he loved. However, his sister and mother wished him not to leave. The draft was something that only required one family member to participate after all, and he was not called for such due to his father fighting in the conflict.

Yuri did not listen to them and like his father before him, trained to become a cossack. The battles were long, and the charges of his division were inefficient against the onslaught of Austrian and German machine-gun fire. IIt was not a war in the eyes of Yuri and his division, but a pointless slaughter of good men and horses.

Despite the bravery and courage his division fought with, modernization was the crux of any warfare, and done were the days of cavalry charges against formations. Therefore, his division was repurposed for disruption of supplies from the ever expanding lines as the Germans pushed into his home country.

But with the death of so many of his countrymen, and the growing discontent with the Tsar at large, in his perspective, filthy liberals were attempting to ruin the nation he had so much pride in. Of course, he was silent during the february revolution, as at the least the Duma preserved the society of Russians, but when the october revolutions hit, and the Tsar was killed in cold blood by the Reds, the country that he love exploded into civil war. Thus he had to flee eastward against the reds, and soon found himself under the mongolian divisions, fighting his damndest to defeat the plague to the nation he loved. He had heard that his father followed Kolchak’s men, but the two’s paths never crossed one another.

It was not long before the underequipped and underfunded whites began to collapse to the power of the reds, and when that happened, hoping to find freedom in a new land, Yuri escaped first to the Chinese Republic, then to Japanese occupied Port Arthur, and finally seeking asylum in the United States. In a note he had received while he was in the America revealed to him that his father, mother and sister were executed by the Soviets for their insolence and refusal to accept the revolution.

Yuri was heartbroken, and for years knew nothing that would fill the ever-expanding dread caused by this incident. In the end, he simply became a mercenary of sorts, accepting any and all missions so long as he was paid, and so long as they never broke what he considered to be “moral”.
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Wish/Reason for Being in the War: To once more feel free. To save his people from the reds and avenge his family.

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Assassin

Class: Assassin

Titles: The Attendant of Thebes

True Name: Tiresias

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Parameters

Strength: - D

Endurance: - D

Agility: - D

Mana: - A (A+)*

Luck: - B + (B+)*

*Stats increased due to being summon in Europe

Biography -

History: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiresias

It should be noted that like Arturia, Tiresias exists outside of the Throne of Heroes. Thus, their body is a physical being.

Weapons: Staff, Dragon Teeth, Hydra poison

Personality: One could describe the personality of Tiresias as to be defiant. A being who fought against the conventional knowledge of the world and those gods who both cursed and blessed the blind seer. Someone who simply did as they desired, though more often than not the man or woman had only stated what they believe to be true, and only did what they believed was correct. More often than not they were correct.

Not one to shy away from any subject, after all, they were blinded because they stated a woman had more pleasure than a man during sex, having experienced both sides of this, from their goddess Hera during an argument with her husband. Tiresias simply cares about seeking the “truth’ of the world, regardless of where it takes him. A force that sees the fate of man who simply wishes to produce his own Tiresias does not back down when threatened. True to the gift of prophetic power, he stands unflinching before the fury of kings or gods or goddesses. His speech may be barbed, his message horrifying, but Tiresias' dedication to the truth is uncompromising. For his suffering, his piety, and his devotion to prophetic truth, Tiresias emerges as a powerful — even admirable — character. Thusly, hardly is he able to state what he doesn’t believe as the truth.

An unfalsifiable belief in the self, regardless of what occurs.

Appearance: -

Female

Male

Weapons: Staff, Dragon Teeth, Hydra poison

Class Skills

Presence Concealment: D

Comparable to a spy halfway through basic training. Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. A low ranking of Presence Concealment unbecoming for an Assassin to the level that a Servant can infer one's presence at once, so long as they are paying attention to their surroundings. Not a true “assassin”, but due to his occupation for seven of his lives to be the Attendant to the King of Thebes, many a time had Tiresias committed acts of espionage and intrigue within his court. Anything to the benefit of Thebes, after all.

Territory Creation - Replaced by the “Temple of Hera” Noble Phantasm

Item Construction- B

Adept in the creation of many potions, though due to their personality these tends towards more risque creations.

Personal Skills

Double Summon: B

Possesses Class Skills from both the Assassin and Caster classes.

High-Speed Divine Words: A

High-Thaumaturgy-level Magecraft can be cast at the speed of Single-Action spells. Locked while a male.

Revelation: B

Different stories were told of the cause of his blindness, the most direct being that he was simply blinded by the gods for revealing their secrets. However, due to their blindness, they were given the ability to see through the “eyes of the bird”, and thus being able to “see what is to come”. He inherited a sort of 'wisdom' that manifested itself as a strange connection with the world. He is able to interpret the song of birds, the caress of the wind upon blades of grass and the thrum of mana in the air as warnings or advice on 'what is the best path' or 'what will come next'. Luck can, however, interfere with this.

Clairvoyance: B+

The ability to “see what the birds see”. A form of divination from the ancient greek belief of Augury, which they are credited in creating, that allows her to increase her view of the world from a distance away without needing to exist in a location. In addition, in combination with Revelation, limited future sight is possible. Tiresias the name became a title for the highest rank of seer due to his influence upon the field of study.

Noble Phantasms

Name Caduceus, Protector of Travels

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: - C

Description: - Tiresias was the high-priestess of Hera, and the reason why the Caduceus had been closely connected with her, despite its origins beginning with Hermes. The Priestesses of Hera adopted the staff to themselves for their desire to The Caduceus is an object that is able to protect those who travel. To guide those without fail to their destination.

Whilst a priest of Zeus, Tiresias had seen two snakes mating and had decided to hit them with a stick, causing the once male Tiresia to transform into a woman for seven years, and to change his patron god to the goddess Hera as her High-Priestess as punishment for “her” transaction.. These snakes and stick had become his staff. The snakes themselves are alive and slither up and down the shaft of the stick, though this facts eems not to bother Tiresia, effectively using the object as a staff, even if but ceremonially

The true power of the staff — The Caduceus, as a staff of Hera instead of Hermes, is able to purify anything it touches, destroying curses and impurities within the confines of the object it comes into contact with, similar to a certain English bandit’s bow in reverse, acting as a filter of sorts for “that which shouldn’t be there”.

In addition to this staff is "held" by the owner, they shall revert to their female self.

Name: Hydra Blood, An Arrow to End a Journey

Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-divine

Rank: A+

Description: A single arrow containing the blood of the hydra that had finally killed Tiresias as he had insulted the god Apollo as he drank from his spring, breathing his final breath as he entered the afterlife. Even death could not stop him from granting mortals knowledge that only the gods should know, offering heroes information and tips from beyond the grave.

The single arrow holds a powerful poison that is capable of dealing heavy damage against all things divine, maddening them into a shriled version of themselves until they gift away their godship to walk amongst the humans, or perish from the pain it causes. Of course, it is just a single arrow’s worth, but even that is enough to cause extreme damage to those who pride themselves gods. Against non-gods the poison is still potent, but the effect is amplified against divinity.

Noble Phantasms

Name Temple of Hera, The Ground I Worship Shall Follow

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: - D

Description: A form of territory creation. During her time as a female, Tiresias constructed a temple in honor of her patron goddess Hera. A temple that moved as they did according to the legend, following them as they spread the word of their goddess. They are able to construct a mobile workshop that can be moved.

Unique to this property of this summoning as an Assassin and Caster, the workshop is able to invert the world within its confines, preventing detection, as it was said to be “seen by only those are deemed worthy”

Bad End: The After-Story [Comedy that Pretends to be PvP]

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I was considering applying for Lancer if that would be fine.