Asuras

Fate/Empty Providence

Zasshu. Pitiful Rider.

Fate/Empty Providence

Final boss is really just a popped bag of doritos drifting along the freeway.

Fate/Empty Providence

Fate/Empty Providence

First Rider get.

Fate/Empty Providence

Rider

~First Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Father of the Illuminati, Mastermind of the World~

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♂ | Chaotic Neutral
Male, Humanoid, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish

A dreamer and a doer. Hugues de Payens embodies a sense of grandiosity in underlying action and mind. Anything short of perfect execution on multiple levels is paramount to failure for the knight, though his constitution affords him an unbreakable aura of steadfastness and placidity. Calm, dignified, and respectful, Hugues carries himself as a truly honorable figure, though tends towards the way of unintrusive. He himself is aware of this, and wonders at times why he wasn't summoned as an Assassin-class servant instead.

Biography ::

Born in France in the year 1070 AD, Hugues de Payens was destined to form the Knights Templar alongside a handful of other knights. As the First Grand Master of the Order, Hugues efforts prompted the rise of a great religious military force in the old world, defending the so-called Temple of Solomon and serving in the Crusades as some of the most skilled warriors of the war.

Within their decline is steeped many mysteries, and to this day their ties to shadowy organizations continues to mystify the modern world. From their secretive activies sprouted the formation of the greatest and most powerful organization of the world, the Illuminati.

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Weapon :: A simple silver longsword.
Parameters ::
STR ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [C]
CON ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [A]
AGI ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [D+]
MGI ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [D]
LCK ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ [A]

Class Skills ::
Riding - C ||
Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles.
Hugues de Payens unnamed horse, the symbolic horse of the Knights Templar which carried both himself and Godfrey de Saint-Omer, is the mount of choice. Being a horse known for carrying two persons into victory, the mount can similarly carry both Hugues and another individual without any detriment to its ability.

Magic Resistance - B ||
A Class Skill denoting the Servant's ability to resist magical effects.

Personal Skills ::
Golden Rule - A ||
Beyond the Knights Templar being associated with the first instances of banking in the old world, the extension of the order into what became the Illuminati affords Hugues de Payens a level of wealth and resources that goes beyond 'mythic status' and into a virtually immeasurable rating. Being the Grand Master of an organization effectively ruling the world in the shadows, money as an object is inconsequential.

Shadow Author - A ||
A special version of Charisma that specializes in the commanding of forces towards a particular plan. Boosts the Luck of allies so long as things 'go according to plan'.

Never Alone B ||
An anti-Assassin skill that diminishes the bonuses enemy Servants get for facing Servants one-on-one or utilizing sneak attacks. Has the added effect of a pseudo-Presence Concealment skill that masks their presence as multiple individuals rather than as one.

= Noble Phantasm =

Umbra Mundi - The Plan That Stretches An Eternity
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Team
Maximum Number of Targets: Indefinite, diminishes in effectiveness with more targets.
Description: From the formation of the Knights Templar to the present day, the machinations of mastermind Hugue de Payens have been scripted to a 't', unwavering and near-perfect. Umbra Mundi represents the essence of Hugue's ability to plan ahead, and manifests as numerous allies of the Order appearing on the scene. The wraiths are the remaining deceased of the Knights Templar or the Illuminati seeking to continue their battle upon the world. Only those wraiths residing within the 'nation' Hugues resides within can be drawn to the scene. The wraiths manifest as far more 'tangible' or 'real' existences thanks to Umbra Mundi, allowing them to interact with the world in a much more corporeal manner.

Though they are powerful entities, they are lesser in nearly all respects to a Servant, and so cannot be classified as Anti-Army. They are meant to overwhelm smaller teams or individuals with compounded sub-Servant fighters.

Q - FLUX

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line as Cash listened intently to their gripes and yelling. Another moment of silence as he, presumably, gathered his thoughts on the situation. As Advent did her best to mend the ugly wound, Cash began to speak in an unfettered manner. A single sigh betrayed the coolness of his tone, however.

"I'll call one in. Let me know where you can stop for a heli," he said. There was the sound of a snapping finger on the other side of the phone as Cash beckoned for a servant to do something. He continued, "Goons? Of who? Other mobsters? How fast did the Policus arrive? Before or after the goons?" As he continued with the questioning, Advent's work seemed to be stabilizing the still unconscious Zer0, though Diva's mental stability likely needed work of its own. As the team answered Cash, he took a moment to consider the meaning before giving an opinion on the situation.

"If anything, I'd hazard a guess those were Rash mobsters that attacked as revenge, which means either someone else did this, or the Wirefort's really are the culprits. I'm willing to bet it's the former. But then the question is who and why." Cash hummed briefly over the line.

"I'm going to direct you guys to the people who got me the information on the nightmare initially. Talk to them and see if they can't dredge up some more information on how the spell disappeared. I'm sending you a text with an address." In a few seconds, their phones buzzed as an address appeared. From the numbering, they could tell their destination was obviously quite low in the city, deep down near the earthly foundation of it all. Slums awaited them where vehicles could no longer tread.

Meanwhile, Blitz's captive took little time to size up his situation, eventually stopping his flailing and resigning to limpness. "Fuck you man," he grumbled initially before speaking. "This is for those damn Wireforts and whatever the hell that spell is. Going around killing off our brotherhoods like this...! It's genocidal!" he yelled.

Fate/Empty Providence

What's the verdict on unique class skills? Might we be afforded one, within reason?
Throwing my idea out there, for that matter;
Never Alone: [Rank]
A skill the negates or diminishes any boons enemy servants receive for fighting a servant with this skill one on one, or pertaining to assassination. Sneak attacks are harder to achieve, and the Presence Concealment skill suffers in a rank decrease.

Will be making a Rider.

Q - FLUX

The disengage went almost flawlessly, if a single death were the difference between almost and perfect. Piloting End's car towards the opposite end of the street, Runner weaved between two of the attacking force's parked and burning vehicles. The single way forward was, evidently, just the path that one of the robots had predicted; as if waiting the vehicle to be sandwiched between, it fired a round straight into the back of the truck and penetrated its armor. At the very least it wasn't one of the tank-busting rounds from a larger robot, but it did do more than bore a hole into the vehicle.

The fragmented projectile bounced off of a wall inside the cabin and embedded itself straight into Zer0's chest.

The girl was immediately rendered unconscious as blood swept across onto Diva's lap, body slumping over. A second shot rang out just as the car turned around a corner, and Runner could see in the side-view mirror as an explosion jetted off of the side of a building that would have otherwise been End's car.

Besides Zer0, the team was unharmed as the party bus, Echo, End, and Blitz split off from the scene, leaving the Wirefort's to their fate. Echo's EMP temporarily put the smaller robots out of commission, some longer than others, but did not last. Alternative systems found their way into working condition to get them up and running again, eventually bringing them to the biological barrier Doc had raised. Even then, they were delayed little more than a second as powerful legs launched them a dozen feet over the cars and in front of the manor entrance. In the distance, gunshots could be heard, along with the occasional explosion.

A few minutes into their drive, the team received a phone call from Cash, unaware of their recent failure to contact the Wireforts proper.

"How's it faring guys?" he asked, but did not wait for a reply, "News, news. The Rash's apparently just got hit too. Same method, reported by the Prohibitum. I've got someone at the scene right now, and he says it was on one of their warehouses. Not as many people dead, but still a considerable amount. Did you get any information?"

Edged Horizon

Perhaps it was because she had already braced herself for 'something' that the scourge upon reality had only elicited a glare from Ambroise. Still, her hand gripped tighter around her blade until caution got the better of her, and she finally decided to unsheathe it. What had burrowed out of the void wasn't their original target, but it was a target of humanity in general. Any knight worth their salt would turn their sword upon a Rift Beast given the chance. Attacking it went without saying, if indeed her comrades were as willing as she, but the better question was if they had the ability.

"I think we may need to shift gears towards another enemy," she said, "I've never fought a Rift Beast before, but if we are all confident in our abilities, then I would very much love to have one's head to my name." She stepped forward, siding up alongside the others as she turned her chin up to the horizon. The creature was visible just over the treeline, seemingly complacent with merely emerging upon the world for the time being. They could attain the element of surprise.

"If we must approach, we must do it slowly. I shall stay at the back, of course, and will provide support should the worst come to pass. I will focus on protecting you all until we can better gauge the enemy's strengths. That is... unless we decide to retreat to town instead."

Q - FLUX

Slowly, as the retreating Wireforts had disappeared behind the cover of their brick front gate, fire was shifted from them to the remaining targets; that of End's party bus, End herself, and the darting Blitz. The fire power from the left side was heavily dampened as Warthog's suppressing volley forced enemy combatants to run for cover or spontaneously explode over the streets. Together with Advent's bioweapons, Warthog, Blitz, End, and Runner's firepower, the forces on the street had been cut down severely within mere minutes. A dozen or so remained as Echo pulled up from behind on the left side, squaring him up against the 6 or so hiding behind the trucks that protected them from Warthog.

On the right side, as each armored vehicle had been rendered inert by Blitz's pinpoint eradication of their engines, the remaining fighters turned and ran, well aware of the clearly turned tides. All that was left, then, were the six sandwiched between Echo and Warthog. Gunfire subsided for a moment as vision between the parties was lost. The final crack of a bullet exiting Warthog's weapon rang out alone in the crisp cold air.

Silence was interrupted by a loudspeaker booming across the city block.

"Citizens. Lay down your weapons or face immediate execution." The message was simple, direct, and stern. To Echo's left, and perhaps within sight of End from her vantage point, a big rig lurched to a halt on the street. Where sonar had revealed only the size and shape of the vehicle to Echo, seeing it in person revealed far more.

A yellow and black symbol across the side of the big rig revealed its origin; a Policus vehicle. The armor too revealed that the big rig was beyond their firepower. The thickness of even the tires looked as if they were built to withstand salvos from main battle tanks. Despite the warning, the vehicle seemed uninterested in actually granting mercy. Like claws, the body of the rig's cargo split aside to form virtual ramps onto the street below. Contained inside were a uniform line of machines that promptly shuddered into life. Four-legged robots with long, slender rifles situated atop stirred and began to file down onto the streets. Though they were only 6 in number, their formidably was made immediately aware to Echo.

With little more warning than a quick swivel of the turret and millisecond pause, one of the robots fired a shell at Echo and pelted his helmet dead-on. Their accuracy was, for all tends and purposes, perfectly accurate. The armor forming his helmet instantly shattered to reveal a portion of his face, though he was left unharmed. Where the bullet wasn't powerful enough to penetrate his armor, the rifle of the robot was of the smaller variety; two of the six featured far larger weapons, clearly meant to penetrate armor.