CorpusMundum

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Seems like fun, I'll hash something out soon!

Fate/Blind Logos

The last of a line

Name: Maurice de Sauvage

Title(s): Boss Sauvage, The Tally Man

Appearance

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank: Cause

Objective for the Grail: To rid his lineage of the degenerative madness which has long afflicted them.

Character Objectives:
-Reestablishing his family in the magickal community by winning the war and taking Paris. (primary)
-Continue his line and traditions of his family by marriage into another magus family. (Secondary)
-Add to the family grimoire. (Secondary)

Command Seal: A jagged crown with five points.

Personality: A grim gentleman, with the air of authority expected from one who has raised to head both family and estate. Maurice de Sauvage was once a bright and gentle mannered child, who has since become victim to the decay of his line. Black thoughts and darker moods typically wash over him in waves, wherein he feels the voices of the spirits speak their loudest. Often he will isolate himself when these fits become particularly intense, spending hours or even days locked away in bouts of shouting mania. Little brings the bitter magus joy as his family's 'curse' tightens its grip on Maurice.

Bio: A native of Louisiana, Maurice de Sauvage was an only child, and most recent heir to the Sauvage traditions of magecraft. Tracing their lineage back to France, for roughly five-hundred years they have practiced their craft in pursuit of knowledge and prestige. From an early age he was groomed to take on the mantel of heir and head of the family, being the only child his parents would ever have. As such, his was a lonely and regimented childhood, being schooled privately by his relatives and various hired tutors. Eventually the time came for him to inherit the family's crest, and with it a piece of the Libre de Sauvage: a grimoire of the collected magickal research and writings of the Sauvage family over the past five-hundred years. At that tender age, Maurice was also put into contract with a patron spirit (as is tradition for magi of the Sauvage household). A spiritual tutor and guide whom the initiate might learn and profit from, in exchange for sacrifice and adulation by the mage. Maurice's own patron spirit is Baal'Berith, Lord of the Covenant and an ancient spirit of death and sorcery. Since inheriting the crest, he has worked closely with the spirit, waiting for the visions, whispers, and omens to present themselves in the midst of his studies. To this day he praises Baal'Berith, reaping the benefits of such devotion as the spirit aides him in the pursuit of occult knowledge and power over the spirits of the dead. The young magus soon began to keep a meticulous and well organized tally of those spirits and specters with whom he trafficked, and those which owed him service.

As he grew, so did the rot and foulness of his line within him, his kin, and their very dwelling. His mother passed of a wasting fever, his father finally succumbed to madness, and the already bleak plantation house had grown even more dilapidated. Still, as his forbears had for so many years, Maurice de Sauvage pressed on in his studies. Soon, with the passing of all other relations and the resignation of all but those most essential and loyal of staff, the magus was alone in his ancestral home. Gone were the small yet comforting gatherings of family and acquaintance of his boyhood years, replaced now with grim silence and the whispers of the spirits. This lonely existence only seemed to exasperate the sensitivity and black moods which plagued Maurice, bringing him to volatile and often violent outbursts over seemingly imaginary slights and unheard arguments. In time Maurice would himself come to realize that staying in his beloved home in such isolation would only destroy him. He would not be the one to finally destroy his line, no matter how far it might have fallen. The name of Sauvage would again instill respect and a healthy fear into those who had reason to know it.
After some weeks of meditation, divination, and communion with his patron and the spirits the opportunity he sought had presented itself. The Grail war, an event he'd only read of in passing during his schooling, but a chance to cure himself of the ailments which afflicted him and to restore his family to their former glory! Preparing himself and with the guidance of Baal'Berith, Maurice de Sauvage now makes his way to Paris, with grim determination on his face and a dark ambition in his heart.

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Magic Circuit Switch: Mental focus on the sigil of Maurice's patron spirit.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Ether and Earth

Magecraft:

General Magecraft: The fundamentals of magickal theory and practice known by any student of the arts, including formal craft.

Astrology: Study of the heavens and their motion, years of stargazing and practice have given Maurice a firm command of western astrology as a tool for divination, self assessment, and its use in empowering other forms of magecraft and rituals. By aligning ritual objects and diagrams to mirror the proper astrological conditions, conducting rites while the heavens are within certain positions, or using materials which better conduct the power of individual bodies, Maurice can use the power of the stars to sometimes horrifying effect.

Black Magick: A remnant of the folk magick with which the Sauvage family began their studies into occult, blended with their newer forays into the local traditions in the southern United States. This can pertain to various spells with the power to blight, harm, and otherwise endanger or inconvenience a target individual or location. However, it can also be used more in utility, creating strange and foul items of power that might confer invisibility, grant strength, or gain one the love of another. Often involves crude and rather macabre ingredients, such as sacrificing small animals, ingesting blood and liquor, or making use of human remains.

Demonolatric Voodoo: The expertise of the Sauvage family, a strange melding of European folk magick, renaissance demonology, and the voodoo practices of the South. Much like traditional voodoo, the magician invokes the power of spirits, through which he can command great power. However, rather than the traditional Loa, or even Christian angels or saints, the Sauvage tradition invokes the power of demonic entities summoned in the classical tradition of magickal circles. Regardless of the distinction, the effects are roughly the same given that the widespread belief in angelic and daemonic entities helps to stabilize the magick itself. Maurice traffics with these entities, who (as per popular belief) were lords of the low places and masters of the secrets within them. Praising and giving homage to such entities grants Maurice a portion of their power and influence over the material and spiritual planes. They may even assist him when channeling otherworldly energies and gaining the service of departed spirits. The construction of idols and talismans to these spirits, and sufficient sacrifice will often please the demons enough to bestow greater favor upon the magician.

Crest: Twelve Generations old

Weapon:

Ritual Knife: A curved blade which was fashioned by his great grandfather, cooled in sacrificial blood and inscribed with all manner of ancient and occult symbols. This item has been in use by the Sauvage family as a ritual component for roughly a century, and has become a powerful heirloom in Maurice's hands. With it his power can be focused and amplified to a greater degree. To him, it is as though the veil becomes thinner and the spirits more familiar with its bite, the blade's keen edge drawing back slick with their essence.

Idol of Baal'Berith: A two foot tall statuette of a crowned skull atop a ziggurat. Painstakingly carved from solid oak, and treated with all manner of sacred oils, Maurice has used this small idol as the center of his shrine to the demon in question. Countless animals and men have had their blood and other fluids spilled onto the statuette, which has stained the object a dark, reddish-brown. Maurice himself has offered his own blood in devotion to his patron rather frequently. Now that he is in a new land and left his home behind, it will act as a fairly mobile shrine for the magus, empowering his magecraft and rituals. In time he hopes to have it once again sit center within a proper shrine and alter to his patron.

Talisman of Minor Luck: A talisman crafted by Maurice to protect himself from curses and predatory powers that might wish to target him. In truth its blessing from his demonic patron has helped to increase his luck in day to day life and in dire circumstances.

.38 snub nosed revolver, switchblade, chalk, candles, cigarettes and case, matchbook, incense, brandy, one hundred euros (cash), suitcase filled with spare formal and leisure wear.

Exceptional Benefit:
Libre de Sauvage- The heirloom Grimoire of the de Sauvage family, handed down from heir to heir since the day their distant ancestor began his studies into the occult. Contains the total sum of the combined knowledge and experiments of each member of the de Sauvage family who became a practitioner of the Art. Rituals, formulae, incantations, a list of the various pacts made by the family, and other such secrets fill its ancient pages. So integral has it become to the identity and traditions of the Sauvage family, that a small portion of the tome has become the foundation to the crest implanted into the family heirs, tying the two together. The age and use of this book has slowly transformed it into a powerful item, through which powerful magicks can be worked in ritual fashion. Also provides further elucidation on the family tradition in the form of footnotes and other such helpful inserts by later family members.

Battle for Titania

Hello, I'm working on a fantasy kingdom for this nation roleplay and wanted to show you the area I wanted to claim for my faction. Now I know that the dwarves already own the mountains but I felt that having the mountains be a part of yet separating this nation could be interesting.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

The Red Knight
Burning Miyama Town

The game had begun not but a day ago, and already the players had begun to scratch the board and break the pieces. Fire had engulfed the settlement, reducing its many homes and hovels to cinder as the accursed flame gorged itself with each passing second. What's more, the conflagration was only aided by the destructive might of the heroic spirits who chose to fight against or within it, a giant crater where many structures had been just mere moments ago. Normally the Red Knight would have admired the cleansing power of the flames, leveling the playing field and restoring the land to its fertile beginnings in a comfortingly natural way. But no, even this simple tool of nature had been twisted and turned upside down by the meddling and scheming of quite a few different individuals. As fun as it was to watch them scramble and panic before the baleful flames, it would not do to play a game with such a random force loose without a master to hold its reigns. It was obvious he had been summoned to make sure the game was played properly, regardless of manner of spirit he had been summoned as.

Adorned in fine armor of red, the luster of the knight's finely polished plate reflected the flames that surrounded him. He was regal in his bearing and manner. Large black plumes capped his finely wrought helmet, fashioned in the likeness of a stallion with the same dark crimson coloration as the rest of his suit. Strapped to his left arm there was a fine shield made in the fashion of his time and homeland. A checkered field covered much of the shield, a silver chalice centered in its foreground. Resting at his hip swung a large morningstar, its large spikes cruel and painful even to look upon. The figure rode upon an old mule, her aging body grey and her gait slow as she struggled to support the rather resplendent heroic spirit atop her. She was far from the pomp and pageantry of her rider, yet she held him aloft as well as she could. With masterful skill, he lead the gallant steed through the flames, intent on putting an end to the farce here and now.

But there were more intriguing events unfolding before him as he rode to complete his newfound quest. Here he found two fellows locked in daring combat, trading blows and attempting to best one another in martial skill. It stirred in him a fire he had not felt in quite some time, fitting given their surroundings. A hulking brute of a man was accosting a young boy in rags, the latter armed only with a stick. The little thing reminded the Red Knight of a white rabbit, scampering about oh so timidly with time against him. Were it not for their obviously inhuman physique, the Red Knight would have intervened on the young boy's behalf against the behemoth. Yet in an instant the fight changed drastically, the young boy tossing aside the rags which had concealed him moments ago. In their place appeared armor of the brightest crimson, its beauty and craftsmanship rivaled only by those worn by Knights of the Round. It was then that Saber knew the youth, by face, by his armor, by the destiny they had shared so long ago. Percival.

"I greet you, dear cousin! How long has it been since we greeted each other as such I wonder? You already wear my armor, yet you've not challenged me to the right to wear it! I see the knights of Pendragon now think they need only wish their opponents dead." His voice rung out from behind his helm, carrying over even the roar of the flames towards the two heroes locked in struggle. The knight's tone was mocking, and unashamed of the venom that dripped from the words he spoke.

"By the way you fight, then it must be so, for certainly this cannot be the same youth I faced before! If you wish to try your skill against me once again, I am more than eager to oblige. I'll be happy to knock you off your horse a few times if it means making a proper knight of you! Perhaps then, this time God and fate will choose to smile upon a different champion. Till then little rabbit, I must bid you farewell! But do not think me callous dear cousin, for I shall not leave you to this opponent or to the flames. A gift from my lady wife, I'm sure you have met her, Gawain has had no shame in leading her through the court of Camelot!"

With that he reached for the silver chalice which hung by chain from his armor, gracefully lifting the vessel without spilling a drop. Whatever liquid might have resided within the cup began to glow softly, its light piercing even the light of the flames. A heavy mist began to waft from the silver chalice, creating a light fog. A shape began to take form within the mist and smoke that now enveloped the area, soon solidifying to rest upon the ground. It was a beautiful fountain of marble, the clearest waters flowing from its top to land within the wide bowl of its base. Leaves, branches, and vines of gold were wrought into the marble with such skill as to be inhuman in nature. A lovely woman dressed in beautiful garments of forest green and autumn brown sat upon its edge, a chalice clasped between her hands. The Red Knight, still seated upon the old mule, moved alongside the fountain with goblet in hand.

"Tempest Waters, Water of the Fountain."

The water was poured from his silver chalice, splashing against the marble and into the fountain. Within moments, the air grew humid and heavy, despite the raging fire which surrounded the settlement. The light of the moon and the pinpricks of stars within the night sky became obscured as clouds swelled and darkened. Winds began to scream, clouds rumble, and the air itself grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. Next to the mounted knight the beautiful fountain had begun to glow, its waters fuming and bubbling viciously. A glowing mist began to spread and rise higher and higher, suffocating those flames nearest to the fountain and the Red Knight. Suddenly lightning struck, illuminating the night sky before deafening thunder crashed. The clouds had swelled and dominated the sky above the flaming section of the city. Soon enough, the first few drops of rain had begun to fall. With that, the red knight lifted the woman of the fountain upon his steed, and rode the mule with unnatural speed towards from whence he came.

Rain began to pelt the city and its inhabitants, growing harsher and harsher with every moment. Soon it began to fall with such speed and force that it was as a harsh blow to a mortal man. Lightning and thunder continued to dominate the sky, striking structures and reducing them to smoldering ruins if the fire had not already done so. It went on like this for some time, the rain quickly causing the river to flood and water to begin flowing through the streets of Miyama. Then came the hail, balls of ice as large as a man's head raining from the heavens like cannonballs. They were relentless, the rage of the heavens smashing through stone, wood, metal, bone, and flesh alike. Even the ground upon which men stood began to rumble and cry out as the fury of nature was unleashed in a single, devastating storm. It only grew worse from there, lightning striking man, servant, and structure alike while the wind grew to such force that it could lift a man from his feet or strip the flesh from his bones. Hailstones were relentless in their assault upon the works of man, reducing all in their path to dust. Torrential rain had doused the cursed fires, and the flood waters were growing greater in size and strength as they swept away any sign of civilization from the area. Soon the land would be returned to how it had once been, fertile and unsullied by the ravages of man and war.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Martin Caldwell, Lord of the Circle.

Western Farms, Caldwell Plantation.

Night had come quicker than expected to the land Martin now walked, the sun setting in the glorious west as shadow and starlight began to creep quickly over the fields and acres he now owned. It had been simple enough to buy the land, a small fortune to claim perhaps the largest few patches of land within the northern section of the western farmlands, but a pittance compared to what it might have cost in a more civilized nation. As when he was a child, Martin now found himself a landed gentleman with plenty of locals willing to till the fields and bring in whatever harvest the land could provide. What's more, he now had apprentices and acolytes to defend his holdings, rather than simple overseers.

Since their arrival to that heathen land, they had begun their work oh so dutifully. Erecting altars, preparing ritual spaces, and setting up bounded fields to ward against those who might seek to stick their nose where it didn't belong. The many farm houses they now possessed would serve them well as outposts and ritual sites from which to conduct their true work. He sat now upon a simple chair overlooking his newly gained property, a glass of tea in hand and a trusted attendant by his side. It was a familiar enough scene for him, regardless of the new land.

Yet there was a stranger in all this, the spirit he had summoned to represent himself and the O.S.C. in the coming conflict. In truth he had expected something more... mythical when he performed the ritual. A great barbarian hero, or perhaps a chivalrous knight to fight for his cause. Rather than either of those, he was met with a young woman, lovely and seemingly fragile as a rose. In truth though it mattered little, and he would play the hand he'd been dealt. They had introduced themselves, as was proper, and the sorcerer invited her out to enjoy the night air with him.

"My dear, we find ourselves in quite the precarious position. Between the families, their allies, and all manner of other lesser organizations and independent agents, this is certain to be quite an eventful affair. As such, caution is our best approach in the early stages and what I require of you is a trustworthy set of eyes and ears. After all, one must know their enemy in order to defeat them. I would have you scour the city for other masters, and the locations of their workshops. Do not engage anyone, and if you are discovered do not lead them back to us. That said I am more than confident in your skills, I'm certain you won't disappoint me."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master

Name: Martin Caldwell

Title(s): Frater Marcus, Elder of the Circle, Master of rituals.

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank:-

Objective for the Grail: To reach the source and use the knowledge gained from the Akashic Records to further expand the power and influence of the O.S.C.

Command Seal: A heptagram.

Personality: A shrewd and calculating man, Martin's time as a member of the Order of the Sacred Circle has shaped him into a rather astute individual. Playing the game of politics and study with his fellows, his students, and those of rival societies.

Bio: Born to a wealthy Virginian family, Martin spent his youth being raised as a Southern Gentleman. He took eagerly to studying, though the coming of the American Civil War would greatly hamper the quality of his education as his family's resources were put towards the war effort. His elder brothers, military men at the outset of the war, eagerly enlisted to fight for their newfound country. Eventually the end of the war came, and with it the oppressive reconstruction of the victorious Union. Martin cared little for matters of politics though, and focused further on studies into philosophy, theology, and the natural sciences.

During his time at university, he would come to find a future so different from any he would have imagined as a boy. It was here that, as a gentleman of fine breeding and standing (despite the ravages of the war), he was introduced by one of his instructors to the Order of the Sacred Circle. An esoteric society which claimed its existence to trace back to the knowledge and mysteries of Hermes Trismigestus, and the rule of Solomon. The O.S.C was one of many esoteric societies rising to prominence in the modern age. Whether the stories of its ancient roots held any truth or not was irrelevant to the fact that it was a gathering of many scholars of the occult and metaphysics. Men of wealth and secular power who through many means (legitimate or otherwise) had gathered a massive collection of grimoires, manuscripts, and all manner of relics and objects of some power.

The young initiate eagerly and quickly consumed the knowledge given to him, bit by bit from his master and other superiors. By the time he had earned his degree, he had become a proper member of the Order, and had begun teaching initiates of his own. Rapidly as he could, he rose through the ranks and was inducted into the higher mysteries of the O.S.C. All the while he conducted his own research, delving into the realm of spirits and the nature of the human soul. Within a decade he would become one of the most learned and respected members of the Order, leaving a trail of bitter rivals, jilted partners, and dead bodies behind him in the pursuit of knowledge and power. Soon came the day that he would, as so many other magi in the past had done, face his former master and take what knowledge was his alone. It was not some grand, climactic battle of sorcerers, but the slow and horrid destruction of a tired old man. Soon enough the ruin Martin had brought wasted the man away to his grave, leaving an open position within the inner circle of the O.S.C., and a treasure trove of work left to his most successful student.

Now as a Master of the Circle, Frater Marcus has continued to increase his influence and power within the O.S.C., and working tirelessly to help guide his brothers and acolytes so that their brotherhood might become an organization to rival the long standing magickal organizations of the Old World.
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Magic Circuit Switch: Visualizing the tetra-polar magnet.

Number of Magic Circuits: E

Quality of Magic Circuits: D

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Elemental Affinity: Fire

Magecraft:

General Magecraft: The fundamentals of magickal practice and theory taught to him by the O.S.C. It is similar enough to that taught and practiced by clockwork mages. The history, philosophy, and theory of magickal rites, alchemical research, astrological reading and charting, and their practical applications.

Formalcraft: By far the most practiced form of magick performed by members of the O.S.C., rituals are an integral part to their paradigm and the mysteries of their brotherhood. High magick meant to raise the spirit and enlighten the mind, as they delve into the workings of the universe itself.

Familiar crafting: Frater Marcus has long been intrigued by the existence of spirits, both crafted and naturally occuring. As such, he is quite the expert in the creation and calling of such entities to service him (or at least hinder others). He is particularly fond of using what he calls 'imps' and 'elementaries'. Imps are mindless spirits of hunger, which latch onto humans and pushes the individual towards increasingly powerful extremes of emotion. Anger, paranoia, despair, pride, etc. The creatures feed on the mental energy produced by such powerful emotion, and will continue to gorge themselves until removed, or the host is driven insane or to their death.

Elementaries are clever spirits, yet lack any true sense of 'intelligence'. They are used as unseen servants, messengers, and even assassins at times. They have the power to inflict curses onto others, cause nightmares, and whisper dark thoughts to those they follow.

Crest: None.

Weapon:

Book of Rituals: A thick, leatherbound book filled with all manner of ritual circles meant for various different functions and rites. It is also filled with various incantations and names of reference for summoning purposes.

Crest of the Sacred Circle: A pin worn on Martin's lapel, it is a trinket shared by all full brothers of the O.S.C.: a heptagram set into bronze, its many points interconnected. But unlike the mundane versions worn by his fellows, Martin's has been crafted to contain a bounded field designed to protect himself and his unseen servants within a small area around him.

Blade of the Brotherhood: A dagger that has been used in thousands of rituals over the decades that Martin has been a member of the Order. In such time it has become a powerful sympathetic object, lending greater power towards the rituals performed by those who wield it. The blade can be used to store and convert energy.

Exceptional Benefit: As a Master of the O.S.C., Martin has access to the resources provided by such a well funded organization. Among these are a dozen acolytes, full Brothers who continue their studies under the guidance of Frater Marcus.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master

Name: Martin Caldwell

Title(s): Frater Marcus, Elder of the Circle, Master of rituals.

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank:-

Objective for the Grail: To reach the source and use the knowledge gained from the Akashic Records to further expand the power and influence of the O.S.C.

Command Seal: A heptagram.

Personality: A shrewd and calculating man, Martin's time as a member of the Bronze Circle has shaped him into a rather astute individual. Playing the game of politics and study with his fellows, his students, and those of rival societies.

Bio: Born to a wealthy Virginian family, Martin spent his youth being raised as a Southern Gentleman. He took eagerly to studying, though the coming of the American Civil War would greatly hamper the quality of his education as his family's resources were put towards the war effort. His elder brothers, military men at the outset of the war, eagerly enlisted to fight for their newfound country. Eventually the end of the war came, and with it the oppressive reconstruction of the victorious Union. Martin cared little for matters of politics though, and focused further on studies into philosophy, theology, and the natural sciences.

During his time at university, he would come to find a future so different from any he would have imagined as a boy. It was here that, as a gentleman of fine breeding and standing (despite the ravages of the war), he was introduced by one of his instructors to the Order of the Sacred Circle. An esoteric society which claimed its existence to trace back to the knowledge and mysteries of Hermes Trismigestus, and the rule of Solomon. The O.S.C was one of many esoteric societies rising to prominence in the modern age. Whether the stories of its ancient roots held any truth or not was irrelevant to the fact that it was a gathering of many scholars of the occult and metaphysics. Men of wealth and secular power who through many means (legitimate or otherwise) had gathered a massive collection of grimoires, manuscripts, and all manner of relics and objects of some power.

The young initiate eagerly and quickly consumed the knowledge given to him, bit by bit from his master and other superiors. By the time he had earned his degree, he had become a proper member of the Order, and had begun teaching initiates of his own. Rapidly as he could, he rose through the ranks and was inducted into the higher mysteries of the O.S.C. All the while he conducted his own research, delving into the realm of spirits and the nature of the human soul. Within a decade he would become one of the most learned and respected members of the Order, leaving a trail of bitter rivals, jilted partners, and dead bodies behind him in the pursuit of knowledge and power. Soon came the day that he would, as so many other magi in the past had done, face his former master and take what knowledge was his alone. It was not some grand, climactic battle of sorcerers, but the slow and horrid destruction of a tired old man. Soon enough the ruin Martin had brought wasted the man away to his grave, leaving an open position within the inner circle of the O.S.C., and a treasure trove of work left to his most successful student.

Now as a Master of the Circle, Frater Marcus has continued to increase his influence and power within the O.S.C., and working tirelessly to help guide his brothers and acolytes so that their brotherhood might become an organization to rival the long standing magickal organizations of the Old World.
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Magic Circuit Switch: Visualizing the tetra-polar magnet.

Number of Magic Circuits: E

Quality of Magic Circuits: D

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Elemental Affinity: Fire

Magecraft:

General Magecraft: The fundamentals of magickal practice and theory taught to him by the O.S.C. It is similar enough to that taught and practiced by clockwork mages. The history, philosophy, and theory of magickal rites, alchemical research, astrological reading and charting, and their practical applications.

Formalcraft: By far the most practiced form of magick performed by members of the O.S.C., rituals are an integral part to their paradigm and the mysteries of their brotherhood. High magick meant to raise the spirit and enlighten the mind, as they delve into the workings of the universe itself.

Familiar crafting: Frater Marcus has long been intrigued by the existence of spirits, both crafted and naturally occuring. As such, he is quite the expert in the creation and calling of such entities to service him (or at least hinder others). He is particularly fond of using what he calls 'imps' and 'elementaries'. Imps are mindless spirits of hunger, which latch onto humans and pushes the individual towards increasingly powerful extremes of emotion. Anger, paranoia, despair, pride, etc. The creatures feed on the mental energy produced by such powerful emotion, and will continue to gorge themselves until removed, or the host is driven insane or to their death.

Elementaries are clever spirits, yet lack any true sense of 'intelligence'. They are used as unseen servants, messengers, and even assassins at times. They have the power to inflict curses onto others, cause nightmares, and whisper dark thoughts to those they follow.

Crest: None.

Weapon:

Book of Rituals: A thick, leatherbound book filled with all manner of ritual circles meant for various different functions and rites. It is also filled with various incantations and names of reference for summoning purposes.

Crest of the Sacred Circle: A pin worn on Martin's lapel, it is a trinket shared by all full brothers of the O.S.C.: a heptagram set into bronze, its many points interconnected. But unlike the mundane versions worn by his fellows, Martin's has been crafted to contain a bounded field designed to protect himself and his unseen servants within a small area around him.

Blade of the Brotherhood: A dagger that has been used in thousands of rituals over the decades that Martin has been a member of the Order. In such time it has become a powerful sympathetic object, lending greater power towards the rituals performed by those who wield it. The blade can be used to store and convert energy.

Exceptional Benefit: As a Master of the O.S.C., Martin has access to the resources provided by such a well funded organization. Among these are a dozen acolytes, full Brothers who continue their studies under the guidance of Frater Marcus.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Saber without a sword.

Name: Sir Ither of Kukumerlant

Title(s):The Red Knight, Ironside, The Puce Knight, Guardian of the Fountain

Class: Saber

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Before and during the Reign of Arthur

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Who he is is far less important than what he is. The Red Knight, sworn to conquer, capture, and stand victorious in the great game. Boisterous, proud, chivalrous, as is befitting a knight of his station. Though he is not without his demons, cruelty and wrath come easier to him than a proper knight would ever admit. The Grail itself is not so much what he wants, as is victory in this next set of games.

Bio: The role of the Red Knight has been filled by many men, many of whom have lost their names to time. Regardless they all held a commonality among them, regardless of name, family, or blood. They would be adversaries of heroes. Kings, questing knights, beasts and fiends, the Red Knight faced all in one way or another. It seems that the besting of the Red Knight is in a way a right of passage, a transformative experience along the heroe's path. That said it seems that death inevitably comes for those who wear the mantle, even at the hands of those who next take the title. Still, the Red Knight seeks victory in the many contests and games of life, whether for himself or a master. Some have been more honorable than others, but at its core the title of Red Knight leads to a life of challenges, duels, and tournaments, games of all sorts. But it all began with the Tales of Percival, and how he slew a knight in red for transgression against his King. This man was Sir Ither of Kukumerlant, cousin both to Percival and Arthur himself.

Weapon: A mace and shield.

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: B+

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: A+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Riding: B
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts

Personal Skills:

Innocent Monster: C
Ither has become wholly consumed by the persona of the Red Knight across its many portrayals in culture. As such, his own name is lost to him, and his goals lie entirely within fulfilling the role of the Red Knight, that of adversary and challenger. He is a Knight questing from game to game and unconcerned whether he should live or die, only that it is played. This grants the Red Knight the effects of Battle Continuation at rank C- he always keeps returning.

Knight Tactics: A
A battle methodology in which one grasps the flow of battle and induces the opponent to make a mistake, even without being a match for him/her in strength. A Skill not for self-strengthening, but to invite a check failure for the opponent. Consists of composed observation powers to wager on a momentary chance of victory.

Eye of the Mind (False): B
Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament.

Incitement: B+
With words and gestures, The Red Knight flings insults and issues challenges to his enemies. Such is the sharpness of his tongue that he can compel others to face him on even footing in a proper duel. Those who hold chivalrous and honorable ideals feel even more duty bound to accept such a challenge.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Chivalric Challenge

Title: Duel of Knights

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1-15

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The Red Knight lays down the gauntlet before his opponent, challenging their honor and skill in the time-honored traditions of proper Knights. From there the terms shall be set, the stakes given, and the challenge commences. A veteran of many such duels, the Red Knight relies on skill of arms and cunning when placed on equal footing with his opponent. As a knight and a man of honor he will not challenge those too below him to possibly win, such as humans.

When the Gauntlet is thrown by the Red Knight, a Geass is created between himself and the target of the challenge that binds to their spiritual core. This forces both parties to operate within the terms of the duel set forth by the Red Knight. Both sides will wager something to be lost, whether it be material, honor, their lives, or perhaps those of their masters. Those who break the rules will forfeit and through the power of the Geass be punished. Their transgressions will cost them a hefty penalty befitting the challenge.

Both parties may wager to raise the stakes and keep the game going, but such a move might turn a harmless duel into a deathmatch. Rulebreakers will have no such opportunity to try again. Knightly heroes and those of a Lawful or honorable nature will suffer greater penalties should they break the terms of the challenge.

Name: Water of the Fountain

Title: Tempest waters

Rank: A+

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 20-40

Maximum Number of Targets: 500

Description: The Red Knight was once charged with the guarding of an enchanted fountain, and had taken the lady of the fountain as his wife. The fountain was an object of great power, its waters creating catastrophic storms which could slay even the mightiest of Arthur's knights.

A silver chalice chained to the Red Knight's armor contains the mystical waters of Laudine's fountain. Spilling the water upon the ground summons catastrophic storm of lightning, rain, and hale which could slay even a hero. It is the signal to the hunt, wiping the board clean for another great game.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Saber without a sword.

Name: Sir Ither of Kukumerlant

Title(s):The Red Knight, Ironside, The Puce Knight, Guardian of the Fountain

Class: Saber

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Before and during the Reign of Arthur

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Who he is is far less important than what he is. The Red Knight, sworn to conquer, capture, and stand victorious in the great game. Boisterous, proud, chivalrous, as is befitting a knight of his station. Though he is not without his demons, cruelty and wrath come easier to him than a proper knight would ever admit. The Grail itself is not so much what he wants, as is victory in this next set of games.

Bio: The role of the Red Knight has been filled by many men, many of whom have lost their names to time. Regardless they all held a commonality among them, regardless of name, family, or blood. They would be adversaries of heroes. Kings, questing knights, beasts and fiends, the Red Knight faced all in one way or another. It seems that the besting of the Red Knight is in a way a right of passage, a transformative experience along the heroe's path. That said it seems that death inevitably comes for those who wear the mantle, even at the hands of those who next take the title. Still, the Red Knight seeks victory in the many contests and games of life, whether for himself or a master. Some have been more honorable than others, but at its core the title of Red Knight leads to a life of challenges, duels, and tournaments, games of all sorts. But it all began with the Tales of Percival, and how he slew a knight in red for transgression against his King. This man was Sir Ither of Kukumerlant, cousin both to Percival and Arthur himself.

Weapon: A mace and shield.

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: B+

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: A+

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Riding: B
Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts

Personal Skills:

Innocent Monster: C
Ither has become wholly consumed by the persona of the Red Knight across its many portrayals in culture. As such, his own name is lost to him, and his goals lie entirely within fulfilling the role of the Red Knight, that of adversary and challenger. He is a Knight questing from game to game and unconcerned whether he should live or die, only that it is played. This grants the Red Knight the effects of Battle Continuation at rank C- he always keeps returning.

Knight Tactics: A
A battle methodology in which one grasps the flow of battle and induces the opponent to make a mistake, even without being a match for him/her in strength. A Skill not for self-strengthening, but to invite a check failure for the opponent. Consists of composed observation powers to wager on a momentary chance of victory.

Eye of the Mind (False): B
Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament.

Incitement: B+
With words and gestures, The Red Knight flings insults and issues challenges to his enemies. Such is the sharpness of his tongue that he can compel others to face him on even footing in a proper duel. Those who hold chivalrous and honorable ideals feel even more duty bound to accept such a challenge.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Chivalric Challenge

Title: Duel of Knights

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 1-15

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The Red Knight lays down the gauntlet before his opponent, challenging their honor and skill in the time-honored traditions of proper Knights. From there the terms shall be set, the stakes given, and the challenge commences. A veteran of many such duels, the Red Knight relies on skill of arms and cunning when placed on equal footing with his opponent. As a knight and a man of honor he will not challenge those too below him to possibly win, such as humans.

When the Gauntlet is thrown by the Red Knight, a Geass is created between himself and the target of the challenge that binds to their spiritual core. This forces both parties to operate within the terms of the duel set forth by the Red Knight. Both sides will wager something to be lost, whether it be material, honor, their lives, or perhaps those of their masters. Those who break the rules will forfeit and through the power of the Geass be punished. Their transgressions will cost them a hefty penalty befitting the challenge.

Both parties may wager to raise the stakes and keep the game going, but such a move might turn a harmless duel into a deathmatch. Rulebreakers will have no such opportunity to try again. Knightly heroes and those of a Lawful or honorable nature will suffer greater penalties should they break the terms of the challenge.

Name: Water of the Fountain

Title: Tempest waters

Rank: A+

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 20-40

Maximum Number of Targets: 500

Description: The Red Knight was once charged with the guarding of an enchanted fountain, and had taken the lady of the fountain as his wife. The fountain was an object of great power, its waters creating catastrophic storms which could slay even the mightiest of Arthur's knights.

A silver chalice chained to the Red Knight's armor contains the mystical waters of Laudine's fountain. Spilling the water upon the ground summons catastrophic storm of lightning, rain, and hale which could slay even a hero. It is the signal to the hunt, wiping the board clean for another great game.

DC Universe: Anarchy

@Sir Hugh

I wouldn't say they have any sort of connection, or at least I can say Barton doesn't have one to them. Just because they're all practicing magicians and are part of that community, doesn't mean they have anything to do with one another.