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Fate/Exit Order (Discontinued)

Level 100 Road Brawler

Class: Rider
True Name: Theseus
Height/Weight: 181 cm / 82 kg
Alignment: Neutral Good
Origin: Greek Mythology

Personality: A hopeless thrill-seeker by nature and a shameless tease by choice, or perhaps the other way around. In this form, his disposition is naturally inclined to that of his youth — someone that faces what the world throws at him head on, a man for whom the road he will take is dictated by his heart alone.

At a glance, getting along with him is easy, provided you aren’t the sort he had to put down so often. More than anything, do not insult the memory of his loved ones — the people he met on that voyage, the sworn friends he made, the two women he loved and the son he let disappointed — doubtlessly the kind of idiot for whom such people are his world.

A simple man that likes to see people smiling, a fool that cannot bear tears without acting. Even to that beast within the labyrinth, his last words were neither hateful or mocking as he kept it company in its last moments, but rather, a single heartfelt statement.

”I wanted to save you, as well.”

He remembers his victories with fondness. He mourns his failings with sorrow. But he accepts all of his life equally, and can only hope that he might be able to do better one day. Therefore — smile, and always hold on to the hope of a brighter tomorrow.

—Even if the core of the hero named Theseus is “one who wins the battles before him, but loses what matters the most along the way,” all that means is that he will have to conquer that mountain with his own two hands.

Thus, his wish is: “to hold my wife and son again.”

Armament: He possesses the sword that was left behind by his father and he retrieved as proof of heritage. While a good blade that has seen use, however, it does not possess any special characteristics as a Rider beyond its age and emotional value.

STR: B+ | CON: B | AGI: A | MGI: B | LCK: D

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: C

Ability to negate or abate the effects of magecraft, differing from the “resistance” of magi. In practice, he is immune to any magecraft of up to two verses — albeit it cannot cope with the likes of High Thaumaturgy or Greater Rituals.

Riding: A+

Ability to handle vehicles and mounts, extending not only to what existed in the Servant’s lifetime, but modern contraptions. Even state-of-the-art transports can be handled expertly.

Boasting the highest classification owing to accounts of his figure subduing the Cretan Bull, he possesses the capacity to ride even those creatures of Phantasmal or Divine Beast classification.


Personal Skills

Divinity: B

Refers to one’s aptitude as a Divine Spirit. At higher Ranks, one can be treated as a mixed breed of sorts.

In addition to also being related to Zeus through his mother, it can be said that among all mortal children of the Sea God, none were closer to his father or received the blessings he did — the quality of the divine od suffusing his form is truly superb, and the Rider iteration emphasizes his figure as “the wandering, divine-blooded hero,” bringing such attributes to the forefront.

Pankration: A+++

The staple martial art of Greece that was jointly developed by Rider and Heracles and then passed on to other heroes.

Understand the nature of the enemy, grasp the conditions of the battle, and then refined skill, natural talent and accrued experience will work together to forge a path that will lead to their absolute submission. Rather than simply “an array of ready techniques”, it can be classified as “Rider’s identity as a combatant”.

A tool for humans, against humans, that nonetheless was used to carry out the absurdity of “conquering that which is beyond humanity”. Such is the true nature behind Rider’s use of the oldest martial art in Greece — found in the blows that trounced the mother of the Calydonian Boar, subjugated the Marathonian Bull and slaughtered the Minotaur — born out of nothing more than pure human will yet bestowing the aptitude to “wrestle to death even what should be impossible to wrestle to death.” In that regard, he certainly stands alongside that great hero he sailed and trained with.

. . .One can only wonder how terrifying the result of him meeting a certain “nee-san” would be.

Eye of the Mind (False): B

Refers to the combination of an inborn talent to sense danger and battle experience gained over one’s life used to refine it, utilizing such things in order to grasp both one’s own condition and the opponent’s so as to “avoid a lethal predicament”. Additionally, it also offers the bonus effect of lowering visual and hearing penalties.

A skill resulting both from his natural talents inherited by blood and refined by his battles all over Grecia and beyond — from the hidden dangers behind amiable faces to the capacity to instantly grasp the winning path even against the one that was called “the strongest wrestler in Attica.” Even in the utter darkness of that labyrinth, he found his way and beat the enemy without receiving a single wound to show for it.

The joint prescience, battle experience and accumulated techniques of a hero that never lost a fight in his lifetime.

Ship of Theseus: —

A skill bestowed not due to anecdotes of the legend, but due to the association with a thought experiment that has taken to bearing his own name. It should be considered a “burden of existence” gained through deification as a Heroic Spirit.

Fundamentally speaking, it denotes the fact that “no matter how drastically the shell changes, one’s self continues uninterrupted.” That is to say, regardless of what occurs, it can be said that Theseus will always be Theseus, so it could be compared to a sort of "guarantee" of conceptual integrity.

It also encompasses the ability to “run repairs upon oneself” as it were, though of course such thing naturally depends on availability of materials. However, if such condition is met, it is entirely possible to adapt those same materials for one's own use.

Noble Phantasm

_{Sea God’s Heavenly Hammer}
Aldebaran Crusher

Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Fortress
Maximum Number of Targets: 500
Range: 1 - 99

The great bull that Poseidon ordered to wreak havoc upon the land after Minos’ greed caused the king to not to sacrifice it as he had been ordered — a great Divine Beast that Herakles himself subdued in his labors and was later tamed by Rider and brought to Athens for sacrifice as he followed in his cousin’s footsteps.

Fundamentally speaking, one can say that Rider’s ability to call upon the bull stems from that episode just as much as it does from the parallel nature of their roles regarding Crete’s ultimate fate — the divine and mortal sons of Poseidon who broke Minos’ kingdom due to his own greed and arrogance.

With regards to its capabilities, its main characteristic is purely “destruction” by means of trampling the lands underneath its hooves and forcibly crushing it, a gift born from its connection to the “Earthshaker” and necessarily gifted due to its role as a punishment for Crete. Releasing the rather suspicious True Name causes the beast to materialize high on the heavens, along the Taurus constellation — and by gathering the “light” of its brightest star, Aldebaran, it charges down the enemy camp at impossible speeds. The merciless retribution — the “calamity” — unleashed by the Sea God.

In addition to the simple power of the Noble Phantasm, it also places a great deal of “pressure” on the enemy camp, befitting its role as a beast whose purpose can be defined as “bringing nations to their knees.”

In terms of performance, it certainly seems similar to the pet that was once possessed by that goddess of Mesopotamia — fitting, as that bull in particular was also this one’s conceptual predecessor.

However, this one unfortunately lacks the ability to “crush the enemy without crushing the location” due to its proclivities, so Rider jests about it being a Noble Phantasm “uniquely suited to causing property damage.”

_{Divine Gifts from the Bountiful Sea}
Ἀρας

Rank: D
Type: Anti-Unit
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Range: —

The crystallization of the episode where Saber met his father after Minos had thrown his ring to the sea and challenged him to retrieve it so as to prove his heritage. Eventually making his way to Poseidon’s kingdom, he was welcomed with open arms and the ring was given to him — alongside a gift to his favored child, promising him to “see any three wishes Rider made granted”.

The reason for the presented specs is because the Noble Phantasm is not “the wishes themselves”, but rather “Poseidon’s promise to his son” — therefore, the actual function is simply “allowing for completely unimpeded communication between Rider and his father.” The field of use is so narrow that it might be considered peerless within it, but its applications regarding direct combat are nonexistent for obvious reasons.

At the very least, the cost is practically negligible in turn.

The proof of his father’s love for him, but at the same time, the means through which his son Hippolytus reached his grisly end.

Indeed, Theseus’ prayers are Theseus’ curses.

_{Unwavering Proof of a Tear-Filled Love}
Ethos Ariadne

Rank: D+
Type: Anti-Unit
Maximum Number of Targets: 2
Range: —

The legendary magic thread that Ariadne gifted Rider in the tale’s most famous episode. Fundamentally speaking, its purpose was to give him directions toward the Minotaur and then allow him to leave once the deed was done, thereby providing a workaround to that accursed labyrinth none had ever escaped.

Its basic characteristic is that of “connection” by means of having the string latch on to something, following which it cannot be broken and will extend endlessly so long as magical energy is provided, which allowed Ariadne to key it to the Minotaur and herself once the beast was dead, after which Rider only needed to follow it. Perhaps in order to accurately describe it, one could say it is “connection given the shape of string,” allowing comparisons to concepts like that red thread found in Eastern cultures. Additionally, it boasts the capacity of shaping itself according to the owner’s command.

Naturally, since he exhibits the traits of his youth most strongly within this container, it has manifested as his third Noble Phantasm, but instead of simple thread, it has found itself altered due to his own proclivities.

That is to say, he used the string so as to make what human understanding as of the twenty-first century refers to as a “wrestling suit.”

As an aside, because of its nature as a Noble Phantasm coupled with the truth behind its creation, the connections formed need not be between purely physical bodies.

Fate/Exit Order

Got a Rider that may work~

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Yukiyama Yukiru

0 Degrees Lounge, District 15

“. . .Well, of course.” The man behind the counter answered Claudius’ request, gesturing at another one to start up the coffee machine behind the counter. Despite the look on the client’s face, the dispassionate one in the other man’s made it seem as though it was an absolutely every day occurrence. At the same time, he left his position and approached to take orders.

“Okay,” He nodded to himself — coca-cola, coffee and pizza, normal pizza. His boss was not one to cook those, but that is why he picked up the slack at the kitchen — the brave few that asked for a pizza at this establishment always tried to dodge her more adventurous recipes, and while she derided them as “weak-willed” and “tasteless”, there was certainly a need to appease such clients.

At least in order to make any returns for the amount of money they spent on the ingredients, if nothing else. I.C.’s employer, bless her soul, had little to no idea on how to actually run a business, sequestering herself in the kitchen and thinking things would work themselves out.

So.

They had to take care of “everything else”, actual job descriptions be damned.

He turned to the last one — pencil and notebook still in hand — and started to scrawl some quick notes before what he had heard actually registered. His pencil’s point broke — as did its body when it snapped between his fingers, leaving behind only an ugly scratch on the otherwise perfectly fine notebook.

Its sacrifice was needless, but perhaps fitting.

Rather, it had been as though he had heard an invocation instead of a simple order. The other employees, that had been working almost lethargically, had frozen in place, and they all side-eyed a particular location with something approaching dread.

“. . .Today’s special, you say.”

He could feel something roaring in his ears — his own heartbeat, thundering in strength, as he glanced toward the door leading to the kitchen in abject horror. As if on cue, perhaps anyone positioned close to it would be able to feel two things coming from it — intense heat, followed by freezing cold. The pattern repeated, repeated, repeated — I.C. approached the door, beads of sweat forming and then freezing over, reaching to the handle.

Turns out, he needn’t have bothered.

The door slammed open — quite literally, into his face, sending him sprawling against one of the still empty tables. There, at the entrance, a figure holding a tray, surrounded by smoke that flowed into the parlor from her side, leg high.

One must assume, then, that she was responsible of one of her employees having a concussion. But, trivialities!

“I have heard your tasteful wishes!” She boomed, or so she would like to think. In reality, it was closer to a squeak filled with excitement. “And, through my “Yukiyama Pizza Cooking Method 36: Rapid-Fire Mozzarella”, I will now grant them, honored client!”

She approached the table with quick strides, setting down the tray and revealing its contents.

The crust looked delightfully crunchy, and as she cut and separated the sides, it was easy to see that at the very least, the cheese was also cooked to perfection — stretchy but looking like it would melt the moment someone put it in their mouth. Pepperoni and ham finished the dish —

Ah, if only it had ended at the ham.

There it was — truly, the vilest of heresies, thought the employees as they served the other clients and avoided more than one glance, lest they fall to madness. The balls of coldness rested atop the pizza, slowly spreading their contents as Yukiyama Yukiru started to allow the heat transfer once the dish had been properly cut.

Perfectly served, artfully placed and looking deceptively tantalizing as they began to melt ever-so-slowly. Vanilla, chocolate and hazelnut — wonderful flavors that did not deserve this fate, sacrificed for one girl’s eccentricities.

—Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair.

“I still do not have a name for it,” She was chipper as she spoke. “But I think that the hazelnut is key, you see — it really brings all the flavors together.”

Fate/ Fatal Fake Lapse

I T ' S Y O U R B O Y

Hundredth-Degree Road Brawler
Athens’ Great Hero-King

Theseus

Class: Saber
Alignment: Lawful Good
Attribute: Heaven

Source: Classical Mythology
Region: Greece

Likes: Smiles, hiking, diving
Dislikes: Tears, wasted efforts, idleness

Talents: Administration, wilderness survival, cage matches

Natural Enemy: Penthesilea, Helen of Troy

Armament: Sword, fists.

Image Color: Silver and red.

Parameters

STR: B+
CON: A
AGI: A
MGI: B
LCK: C

Biography

Son of the Princess of Troezen, his mother was possessed by Poseidon the same night she had conceived him with King Aegeus of Athens, so one could say he was both rightfully child of the King and the Sea God. Trained in courtly and martial matters since boyhood, when he grew into a man, he took the birthright his mortal father had left — a sword and sandals — and parted for Athens to claim his proper place.

Facing various challenges along the way, he achieved fame as a great hero long before he met his father, which made the man uneasy about the intentions of the powerful youth, since Theseus had chosen to not to reveal his identity. He was sent in another task to prove himself by his father’s consort, who sought to get rid of him by having Theseus try to subdue the Marathonian Bull.

To her surprise and terror, he succeeded, so her next attempt was poison. Aegeus, however, finally recognized the blade and sandals — and so knocked the cup away and embraced his child. Life would be kind, for a while, until the time to send tribute to King Minos of Crete came.

The circumstances behind that episode are well-understood. Brave Theseus embarked on an adventure once more, this time to free his people from the tyrannical demands of king Minos that forced Athens to send her children to die. He traveled, he found love with Ariadne, he entered the labyrinth and he bested the monster within, victoriously escaping what was thought to be “certain death” once again.

. . .Beyond any doubt, what a brilliantly heroic tale.

Following the events, he parted for Athens with Ariadne at his side, but it is then that the bad turns would begin, starting with Dyonisius choosing his love as bride and threatening to bring retribution upon him and his people.

A choice between his love and the well-being of his kingdom — it went without saying. But that was far from the end of his tragedy.

Following Ariadne’s abandonment under Dyonisius’ command, Theseus was so distraught that he had forgotten to swap the funeral black sails for white ones, and Aegeus believed the worst. Thinking his only son dead, he threw himself to the sea in grief.

Theseus would then have to shoulder the burden of kingship, swallowing his own grief to be the leader his subjects deserved, throwing himself to the task. However, that was far from the end of his adventures.

The time he spent on that ship.

The meeting with his sworn friend and the series of events that arose from it.

The hunt for that boar that had fallen as punishment upon the land.

Indeed, each and every one of those moments became indelibly engraved on his heart, for better or worse. He forged rivalries, he formed priceless friendships and certainly carved his name as a hero upon the world.

But what truly marked his life was meeting that queen once he made an expedition to the land of the Amazons his friend had told him about.

Possessing a radiance that nobody could argue against, possessing an authority no one could deny, he would be lying if he said he did not find himself attracted on the basis of her looks alone.

But when he approached her, they fought. And after they fought, they talked. And as he learned more about her. . .

Hippolyta — she was the second and last woman he ever loved.

Over time, he courted her, and she answered to his advances. Theirs was the first marriage between an Amazon and a man. He lived the happiest days of his reign alongside her, and she bore their child, Hippolytus.

The other Amazons did not take kindly to their union, besieging Athens. Despite Theseus’ willingness to die for his people, seeing as he considered it to be his fault that they were under attack, that woman ended up sacrificing herself for his sake.

The Amazons left, and Theseus swore to never love again. The years passed, and he found himself a worse man for it — culminating in the death of his child, by his own hand no less, due to the trickery of a woman and his own stupidity.

Temperament

A hopeless thrill-seeker by nature and a shameless tease by choice, or perhaps the other way around. Amiable and easy-going, he prefers to bear the earnest grin of an adventurer rather than the severe frown of a monarch.

One can say, then, that his disposition is naturally inclined to that of his youth, which he considers to be his personal golden age. Essentially, someone that faces what the world throws at him head on, a man for whom the road he will take is dictated by his heart alone.

Furthermore, he is so relaxed as to be easily distracted by — and enamoured with — modern culture. In particular, he has grown into a fan of professional wrestling, which he attempts to emulate by “acting like a heel” so as to “bring the hype to Grailmania”.

(. . .As an aside, please do not tell him that his ‘trash-talk abilities’ are far below average. You will hurt his feelings)

Truly, a hero tainted by modernity.

At a glance, getting along with him is easy, provided you aren’t the sort he had to put down so often. More than anything, do not insult the memory of his loved ones — because he is just the kind of idiot for whom they are his world.

A simple man that likes to see people smiling, a fool that cannot bear the tears of another. Even to that beast within the labyrinth, his last words were neither hateful or mocking as he kept it company in its last moments, but rather, a single heartfelt statement.

”I wanted to save you, as well.”

He could never regret the road he took, even if despair was what awaited him at the end. He could never regret seeking to help. He could never regret having brought even a bit of happiness to others.

But he could regret other things. His lack of strength, his quick temper, the decisions that led to the suffering of those under him, his forgetfulness.

. . .The ‘core’ of the hero named Theseus is, thusly, ‘one who wins the battles before him, but loses what matters most along the way’.

If heroes are nothing more than slaves to their own stories—
If he is nothing more than a hopeless man destined to always lose what is dearest to him—

All that means is. . .

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: B

Ability to negate or abate the effects of magecraft, differing from the “resistance” of magi. In practice, he is immune to any magecraft of up to three verses — even when faced against the likes of High Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected.

He presents the “expected” minimum level for a Saber.

Riding: A

Ability to handle vehicles and mounts, extending not only to what existed in the Servant’s lifetime, but modern contraptions. Even state-of-the-art transports can be handled expertly.

Regarding animals, however, it cannot cope with the likes of beast from the Phantasmal or Divine categories. His figure subduing the Marathonian Bull is well-recorded, so he also boasts the qualifications for the Rider class.

Personal Skills

Divinity: B

Refers to one’s aptitude as a Divine Spirit. At higher Ranks, one can be treated as a mixed breed of sorts.

In his case, the suitable Rank is displayed owing to his status as the favored son of Poseidon. His Saber iteration emphasizes this aspect of “the wandering, divine-blooded hero”.

Pankration: A+++

The staple martial art of Greece that was developed by Saber and Heracles.

Understand the nature of the enemy, grasp the conditions of the battle, and then refined skill, natural talent and accrued experience will work together to forge a path that will lead to their absolute submission. Rather than simply “an array of ready techniques”, it can be classified as “Saber’s identity as a combatant”.

A tool for humans, against humans, that nonetheless was used to carry out the absurdity of “conquering that which is beyond humanity”. Such is the nature behind Saber’s use of the oldest martial art in Greece — the blows that trounced the mother of the Calydonian Boar, subjugated the Marathonian Bull and crushed the Minotaur.

. . .One can only wonder how terrifying the result of this man meeting a certain “nee-san” would be.

Eye of the Mind (False): B

Refers to the combination of an inborn talent to sense danger and battle experience gained over one’s life used to refine it, utilizing such things in order to grasp both one’s own condition and the opponent’s so as to “avoid a lethal predicament”. Additionally, it also offers the bonus effect of lowering visual and hearing penalties.

A skill resulting both from his natural talents inherited by blood and refined by his battles all over Grecia and beyond — from the hidden dangers behind amiable faces to the capacity to instantly grasp the winning path even against the one that was called “the strongest wrestler in Attica”. Even in the utter darkness of that labyrinth, he found his way and beat the enemy without a single wound to show for it.

The joint prescience, battle experience and accumulated techniques of a hero that never lost a fight in his lifetime.

Self-Modification: EX

Ability to remold one’s own body or merge one’s own flesh with another’s. Not bestowed upon him for something he did in the legend, but rather, due to a paradox and subsequent thought experiment that has been heavily associated with him, to the point of bearing his own name.

The changes Elimination-Class can bring are such that the bearer could very well turn into a different person entirely, and the higher the rank, the more one’s status as a hero “decreases”, but this appears to not be an issue.

To begin with, the principle behind the experiment is the idea that “no matter how drastically the shell changes, the self continues uninterrupted”, so it can be said with complete certainty that Theseus will always be Theseus.

Noble Phantasm

???

Fate/True False War

Seems interesting, and I’ve been on a kick since rereading some Strange Fake stuff.

I’d like to make a particular Saber, too.

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

“Haah. . .”

The sigh escaped her lips as she moved down the street, ducking into an alleyway as a shortcut. Seemingly unaffected by the blistering heat, she seemed to have far more important things in her mind, brow furrowed in thought as she contemplated recent events.

“. . .It’s getting close. It’s getting waaay too close.” She mumbled, exiting to a different street and turning on her heel as though it were second nature, steps filled with a sense of purpose. It shouldn’t be a problem just yet, thankfully, but it seemed to be right on track to become one.

Really, those delinquents. If they were going to kill each other, couldn’t they do it without inconveniencing everyone else? Common courtesy and all that, or so she thought as she opened the door to her establishment.

Yukiyama Yukiru

Zero Degrees Lounge, District 15

She took in the sight that greeted her, the parlor cleaned to a mirror shine and different employees running around, finishing the menial tasks nonetheless required for a proper establishment. Pausing to nod in greeting — as well as grumble about having to crane her neck so much so often — she made her way to the counter.

Another one was there, obviously, but he had apparently finished up with his chores and set out to wait at his post, and in terms of sheer size one of the largest men in the room by a wide margin.

“Hey, boss, how’s it going?” His voice was about as deep as you’d expect from a giant, but she had grown used to it, so she just shrugged and waved her hand a bit.

“So-so. Idiots started a big fight nearby and then ran when Anti-Skill showed up — not unusual, but it has me worried,” She puffed her cheeks, resting her head on the counter. “What if people get too afraid to come here because they can run into them? Seriously. . .”

The tall man placed a hand on her back — that quite honestly might have been enough to just outright grab her — and gave her a few pats.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine — just gotta stay cool and bear with it.”

The more he spoke, the more clear it was that his accent was that of a foreigner.

That was far from uncommon in her little parlor, though. Furthermore, she had read that having foreigners working for you was the mark of a successful business, so she took pride in having plenty — why, their most recent addition was even a genuine Italian, and he approved of her cooking.

If that was not a sign that she was doing something right, what was?

“S’pose you’re right,” She muttered, watching one of the employees flip the sign on the entrance to “OPEN” before walking toward the kitchen. “First day of summer, too, so we’re sure to have plenty of customers today. . .”

She nodded, pushing her worries away for later. If it became a problem, she would just deal with it, like she had everything that came her way.

“Alright! Time to get to work. Pass me whatever orders come, I.C.!” She called out as she entered the kitchen. “Best pizzeria this side of Kanto is open for business!”

The door to the kitchen slammed closed behind her, and there was a lull in conversation.

“. . .I wonder how she manages to delude herself like that sometimes.”

“Must be a high-level thing.”

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Academy City’s Finest Pizzas

Name: 幸山 雪瑠, Yukiyama Yukiru
Nickname: “Maxwell’s Demon” (self-proclaimed), Absolute Zero, Yuki-Yuki
Gender: Female

Age: 18
Birthday: 17/11

Height: 163 cm*
Weight: 53 kg

Nationality: Japanese

*With heels

Character

Personality: In a world where it seems as though “power itself” is the end goal of every curriculum or activity undertaken by students of Academy City, she looks down on such views and considers the very idea ridiculous.

To begin with, power is meaningless without direction — without a “logic” that commands, it might as well not exists. Among other reasons (also relating to the fact that she was raised better than that, come on!), this is why she does not see lower-level ESPers as inferior, though she holds an expected amount of pride in her abilities and the effort she put into improving.

Regarding her general attitude, she can be described as a “tomboy” type. While she tries to put up a dignified act, she can easily lose herself in the heat of the moment, being the kind of girl that likes to live “hard”. Fight hard, laugh hard, party hard — and work hard. If you aren’t giving everything your 100%, you might as well not do it.

A loudmouth that nonetheless has a certain charisma to her. A woman whose emotions burn hot and lasting.

If you make a comment about her “lacking front”, you should be prepared to face execution.

Biography: Born to parents that could not be expected to comprehend her daughter’s twisted tastes, she was nonetheless provided for and went through a childhood as normal as it could be expected in Academy City, sent to the dorms of Tokiwadai at the start of middle school and currently living in her own apartment.

From a very early age, she was possessed by a certain passion — that is to say, she was one that tasted ambrosia in her early years and sought to make it her life’s goal to “replicate that feeling and surpass it”, which was her main motivation to join Academy City’s programs, and also the project that takes up most of her funds. She has called it “independent research”, though it garners odd looks from colleagues. . .albeit it seems that the administration will consider it valid so long as it helps her ability develop, so it can be said that it is a perfectly fine venue, if twisted in the eyes of the normal public.

In simple terms, she has dedicated her life to create “the ultimate form of ice-cream pizza”.

Acquisition of a space where she can perform her experiments (parlor). Acquisition of assistants that can help expedite the process (employees). Acquisition of external funding that can help with expenses (clientele, research grants).

Because of the nature of ice-cream, she has staked her livelihood in the belief that “she can find the key to “the greatest ice-cream”, and combined such with pizza so as to create “the most delectable food” through hot-cold contrast. Her studies and achievements are all for the sake of this one thing, and she sees her ability as a means to heighten efficiency.

School: Academy City’s Applied Sciences Institute, Physics department.

Grade: First year university student.

Skills

Sense of Balance: Pretty honed, particularly helpful when ice-skating.

3D Spatial Visualization: Capacity to visualize objects accounting for such things as angle, height, weight, etc. If the ESPer thing doesn’t work out, she might have a future as an engineer, too.

Athletic: She can exert herself for quite a while. Her strength score, however. . .

Pizza Cooking: ERROR.

Hand-Eye Coordination: Surprisingly decent.

ESPer

Faction: 0 Degrees Lounge — Pizza Parlor. Adds up to a moderate number of members for its size — that is to say, it is effectively a normal pizza parlor with all that implies. Generally uninvolved in street violence barring cases that hit too close to home, since it would otherwise prove “bad for the business”. Its “turf”, thus, can be said to extend 2 blocks from its headquarters, though they’re lax about things so long as no problems are caused.

It does not boast any particularly notable ESPers in the city scene beyond Yukiru herself, seeing as it generally operates as a normal business. Criteria for selection naturally includes abilities that would be useful in a parlor, but due to the manager’s eccentricities, it seems that an unspoken rule in order to enter is “your name must relate to cold in some way”. . .isn’t this still kind of discrimination?

Anyway, prices are to die for, open from 2 pm to 10 pm for clients, 11 pm on weekends. Also offering delivery service.

Ability:

_{Absolute Zero}
Freeze Matrix

Level 4.

Technical name “Isolated Cold Field Formation”.

The ability works by delineating a section of space through an AIM field and allowing Yukiru to control the temperature scalar within such space, though as it should be guessed by its name, it is more suited to low temperatures, being able to go as low as the double-digits in the Kelvin scale. Naturally, this means the name she has given it is actually a complete misnomer at this point in time, but she chose it on the basis that “it sounded cool”.

General application is obviously the capacity to freeze whatever is inside, with the lowered temperature consequently causing slowed particle movement and all it implies — even gas can be deposited at this stage.

Furthermore, owing to the characteristics of the AIM field, she can also choose whether the hot-cold interaction with the outside occurs or whether the system is truly isolated, and she always keeps a field around her with the equivalent temperature of “a comfortable summer evening”. Handy in winter.

Incidentally, that she can choose to allow interaction (heat transfer) yet maintain the temperature of the system constant with her own power was a key factor in the self-proclaimed nickname “Maxwell’s Demon”.

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Academy City’s Finest Pizzas

Name: 幸山 雪瑠, Yukiyama Yukiru
Nickname: “Maxwell’s Demon” (self-proclaimed), Absolute Zero, Yuki-Yuki
Gender: Female

Age: 18
Birthday: 17/11

Height: 163 cm*
Weight: 53 kg

Nationality: Japanese

*With heels

Character

Personality: In a world where it seems as though “power itself” is the end goal of every curriculum or activity undertaken by students of Academy City, she looks down on such views and considers the very idea ridiculous.

To begin with, power is meaningless without direction — without a “logic” that commands, it might as well not exists. Among other reasons (also relating to the fact that she was raised better than that, come on!), this is why she does not see lower-level ESPers as inferior, though she holds an expected amount of pride in her abilities and the effort she put into improving.

Regarding her general attitude, she can be described as a “tomboy” type. While she tries to put up a dignified act, she can easily lose herself in the heat of the moment, being the kind of girl that likes to live “hard”. Fight hard, laugh hard, party hard — and work hard. If you aren’t giving everything your 100%, you might as well not do it.

A loudmouth that nonetheless has a certain charisma to her. A woman whose emotions burn hot and lasting.

If you make a comment about her “lacking front”, you should be prepared to face execution.

Biography: Born to parents that could not be expected to comprehend her daughter’s twisted tastes, she was nonetheless provided for and went through a childhood as normal as it could be expected in Academy City, sent to the dorms of Tokiwadai at the start of middle school and currently living in her own apartment.

From a very early age, she was possessed by a certain passion — that is to say, she was one that tasted ambrosia in her early years and sought to make it her life’s goal to “replicate that feeling and surpass it”, which was her main motivation to join Academy City’s programs, and also the project that takes up most of her funds. She has called it “independent research”, though it garners odd looks from colleagues. . .albeit it seems that the administration will consider it valid so long as it helps her ability develop, so it can be said that it is a perfectly fine venue, if twisted in the eyes of the normal public.

In simple terms, she has dedicated her life to create “the ultimate form of ice-cream pizza”.

Acquisition of a space where she can perform her experiments (parlor). Acquisition of assistants that can help expedite the process (employees). Acquisition of external funding that can help with expenses (clientele, research grants).

Because of the nature of ice-cream, she has staked her livelihood in the belief that “she can find the key to “the greatest ice-cream”, and combined such with pizza so as to create “the most delectable food” through hot-cold contrast. Her studies and achievements are all for the sake of this one thing, and she sees her ability as a means to heighten efficiency.

School: Academy City’s Applied Sciences Institute, Physics department.

Grade: First year university student.

Skills

Sense of Balance: Pretty honed, particularly helpful when ice-skating.

3D Spatial Visualization: Capacity to visualize objects accounting for such things as angle, height, weight, etc. If the ESPer thing doesn’t work out, she might have a future as an engineer, too.

Athletic: She can exert herself for quite a while. Her strength score, however. . .

Pizza Cooking: ERROR.

Hand-Eye Coordination: Surprisingly decent.

ESPer

Faction: 0 Degrees Lounge — Pizza Parlor. Adds up to a moderate number of members for its size — that is to say, it is effectively a normal pizza parlor with all that implies. Generally uninvolved in street violence barring cases that hit too close to home, since it would otherwise prove “bad for the business”. Its “turf”, thus, can be said to extend 2 blocks from its headquarters, though they’re lax about things so long as no problems are caused.

It does not boast any particularly notable ESPers in the city scene beyond Yukiru herself, seeing as it generally operates as a normal business. Criteria for selection naturally includes abilities that would be useful in a parlor, but due to the manager’s eccentricities, it seems that an unspoken rule in order to enter is “your name must relate to cold in some way”. . .isn’t this still kind of discrimination?

Anyway, prices are to die for, open from 2 pm to 10 pm for clients, 11 pm on weekends. Also offering delivery service.

Ability:

_{Absolute Zero}
Freeze Matrix

Level 4.

Technical name “Isolated Cold Field Formation”.

The ability works by delineating a section of space through an AIM field and allowing Yukiru to control the temperature scalar within such space, though as it should be guessed by its name, it is more suited to low temperatures, being able to go as low as the double-digits in the Kelvin scale. Naturally, this means the name she has given it is actually a complete misnomer at this point in time, but she chose it on the basis that “it sounded cool”.

General application is obviously the capacity to freeze whatever is inside, with the lowered temperature consequently causing slowed particle movement and all it implies — even gas can be deposited at this stage.

Furthermore, owing to the characteristics of the AIM field, she can also choose whether the hot-cold interaction with the outside occurs or whether the system is truly isolated, and she always keeps a field around her with the equivalent temperature of “a comfortable summer evening”. Handy in winter.

Incidentally, that she can choose to allow interaction (heat transfer) yet maintain the temperature of the system constant with her own power was a key factor in the self-proclaimed nickname “Maxwell’s Demon”.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

’Lancer Prime’

Outside of DDD

“Ah, so that is how it is.”

In the midst of the excitement, the glasses had broken for some reason — likely, the man that had provided them had run into issues of his own. Troublesome, but not a deal-breaker.

To begin with, now Achilles had an advantage. Now he had knowledge of what to do.

They were strong, but they still fell short of him. They were quick, but never as quick as him.

And even if his weaponry could not wound them, he mused, his fists broke their bodies well enough. The one that had been murdered just now was proof enough of it.

So, without wasting a second, putting both of his new spears away, he set his gaze on the next one — out of the way from the others that were fighting. Each should be able to deal with their chosen foes on their own now, barring being overwhelmed, and the priority right now was to retake the initiative.

They had come with the intention to overwhelm them, so turnabout was only fair. Cracking his knuckles, he grinned.

“Y’know, it’s a shame you don’t want to die to weapons.” The words left his mouth softly, contrasting with the cold look of his eyes, fixing on his target like a bird of prey. “Being run through with a spear is a much more dignified end than getting beaten to death, or so I think. But if that’s what you prefer, who am I to refuse?”

The next instant, the speed of sound had been surpassed once again, as the hero’s godspeed carried him to the next target. Like a shooting star, he darted across the battlefield with the legs that were the fastest of mankind, fist poised to crush the new target’s skull like overripe fruit and then move on to the next.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

’Lancer Prime’

DDD Hotsprings, Exterior

@Paradox Witch

Well. That had been disappointing.

A flash of annoyance followed that thought, alongside the thought “teacher’s would have done better”.

Regardless of it being substantiated or not. It was, however, still understandable — to begin with, a weapon that failed the first time it was used already made a terrible impression. Still, it seemed more to be a condition of the enemy, rather than a flaw in the spear itself.

Annoying to the sprinter, yes. But by no means something that could defeat him by itself.

Without a pause, he let go of the spear — at this moment, against these enemies, it was completely useless to begin with, but that didn’t matter much.

After all, he was still the fastest. After all, he had still been trained in other ways of combat. Without letting the situation get to him as a sun was thrust toward him, he made a snap decision.

If the circumstances were different, he would have indeed just moved out of the way, but what was behind him could not be lost. But he didn’t intend to take it lying down either. If his weapons were useless, he would just have to take a page out of his senior’s book.

“I guess if I can’t just spear you through the heart—”

He moved, but not to retreat. He stepped in toward the attack, slightly to the side, divine speed and strength all in one, his fist flying toward the enemy’s forearm.

He would not dodge, but he would not take it lying down, either. He figured attempting to disrupt and redirect it was fair game. Whether it failed or not was another thing — a split second decision to maximize gains and minimize losses. So long as he protected what he wanted to protect, it was fine even if it killed him.

“—I’ll just beat you to death. Normally, I’d ask for a name, but all considered — I figure skipping formalities and just killing each other works fine.”

Their specs were beyond those of humans and entered the realm of Servants, true. But even by the standards of Servants, Achilles’s physical parameters, while not unthinkable, were top class, and his speed exceeded that of any other. The unfair invincible armor granted to him by the blacksmith of Olympus only widened the gap.

Therefore, if his gamble went through, he was fairly certain that his enemy would be down an arm.