Crusader Lord

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

The Foremost Catgirl of the New World

Name: Leannah Stromhart

Gender: Female

Appearance:

https://i.imgur.com/wYBRH7Q.png

(Biological Catgirl Traits: Like other catgirls she has little claws at the ends of her fingers rather than traditional fingernails, nothing too long or crazy but very useful in a fight. In addition she has far better vision in the dark, as well as naturally good hearing when it comes to her cat-style ears. Likewise like other catgirls she is predisposed to naturally multiple-child births (perhaps 2-3 or 3-4), were she to have such, as well as going into heat as a female each month and that sort of thing. In other words, she possesses the general standard biological nature of a catgirl in the new world.

(Of course, she in all honesty has to learn to wield and adjust to these traits.)

Goals: Her ambition would be to create something for herself, a legacy, a nation, a people, something to shape things for the better and make her own name with this new second chance. She’s no stranger to hard work, so she’ll put her all into her new dream!

Past Life:

A tomboy of a girl and a martial arts prodigy also dubbed a ‘veritable savant’ by her myriad instructors, her wealthy parents took pride in her and took her to various teachers and various places around the world to learn various styles over the first years of her life. It was a way to show off her talents and bring attention to their family name, but also somewhat consumed her life in the process. By the time she turned 20, she was a prodigious and professional student of some good renown (mainly due to her age and raw talent)...but when it came to other personal interests her ideas lied elsewhere. As much as she enjoyed the martial arts, however, she still enjoyed watching anime, playing games, and the like as a younger person could be so inclined to be.

In particular her geeky inner self had a strong interest in ancient history in general, and ancient egypt in particular, which when she sought to stand out on her own more were factors that drove her to seek a college education. She worked hard for years on her martial arts even still, to at least appease her family, but also to ultimately acquire a double major in Egyptology and History (Ancient Mediterranean specialized).

At the age of 36, however, she would ultimately be killed on her way to h at a museum when a drunk truck driver ran over the center lane and sent her and her black VW Beetle car flying. She died in the initial impact, before the car even got rolling, and the resulting cleanup was...not pretty at all. A talented life, wasted by the foolish actions of another before she could truly impact the world.

Abilities:

Physical Conditioning: Peak Human - Her body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely she can surpass even stronger beings.

Soul Flare: The ability to turn one’s soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.

Unique/"Cheat" Ability: Suns Disciple - Wherever you go, the sun shines on your path. The sun illuminates you. Keeps you warm, and safe - and yet it burns. Burns you. Burns your foes. Burns everything. The sun of this world is not ruled by the goddess that bought you here. If you desire to strengthen it, seek them out yourself. As it is, you will steadily grow in physical power and endurance as the sun rises up until its peak, and steadily return to your normal strength as the sun falls, until night hits. At the moment, even during noon, you will gain only a minor boost to all physicals. Additionally, you have a minor affinity for Light-based magical feats.

Martial Art Prodigy: A skill denoting a preternatural affinity for the martial arts. At its current level, this ability merely increases your potential for learning martial arts, and does not denote a higher skill level than average. Keep honing your fists and pushing yourself. ("A skill denoting that she knows what she's doing currently, if not being experienced with it. Basically she adjusted to her new body.)

Sunlight (Lesser/Restricted): A skill in which denotes one as being able to cast basic ‘Light’ spells with minor ease. This ability however, has been modified by ‘Suns Disciple’. Spells cast from this family of spells will typically take a form befitting that of the Sun Goddess. Light spells typically are those of healing, restraint, and help. Yours however, take the shape of a burning sun in some fashion. (Something is preventing you from fully using this ability and causing them to be less effective and unstable).

Light: A simple 'Light' spell creating an orb of light to illuminate things, Leannah learned how to do this safely from Lazhira...and how to turn it into a mini-supernova of fiery explosive doom as she was seeking to complete the game the Illuminator presented her with. Due to the modifications of 'Suns Disciple', takes a fitting form and is even brighter than usual. Yay.

Telekinesis (Lesser): The ability to move things with the mind. Currently, you may only lift things equivalent to what you could naturally lift physical wise, and living targets other than yourself are immune.

Flight (Lesser): A skill denoting some ability to fly. A mix of your telekinetic abilities and your fire abilities combined to allow a rudimentary form of self propulsion. Weak and hard to control for now, but with practice comes skill. Try not to slam face first into a bird. She might never forgive you.

Inventory:

-Clothing: Her initial set of clothing, consisting of what is seen in her appearance pic.

-Picture Book from the Temple: (Can't read it, has pictures, likely full of legends about the Illuminator, might need to find someone at the village to translate, etc.)

-Journal Page: (A torn page from the Library that Leannah got trapped in at the Illuminator's temple, reads out like the journal entry of a traitor who infiltrated the cult and such. Forget the exact stuff on it, I need to look back a few IC pages to see eventually. Just wanted to note this here too for inventory's sake.)

-Ancient Sword: This appears to be a simple arming sword. Well crafted, but obviously aged beyond any recognizable features. The grip on its hilt seems to have once been dyed blue, with the pommel having been engraved with a decorative crest of some sort. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be.

-Ancient Spear: A spear of fine make, if somewhat mundane looking. Its shaft is made of wood, its finishing having eroded away and leaving the wood beneath visible. It is surprisingly heavy in her hands despite her strength, but perfectly balanced. The tip is fairly long, at least a foot in length of sharpened metal. A small groove runs alongside the bottom of the blade towards the tip. When you hold it in your hands, you can feel an odd energy running through it, but you can't begin to guess what they might really be.

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-Got burned by using an out-of-control version of the "Light" spell, replicating her accidental results as Lazhira's house and unleashing a hella strong explosion. Burned just the right half of her body though. Inventory and items are still fine, but the burns hurt rather badly. (Lazhira did apply some healing stuff to it by now.)

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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

The Foremost Catgirl of the New World

Name: Leannah Stromhart

Gender: Female

Appearance:

https://i.imgur.com/wYBRH7Q.png

(But is wearing much warmer stuff over the trinkets and such in the above link [and pic] for now.)

(Biological Catgirl Traits: Like other catgirls she has little claws at the ends of her fingers rather than traditional fingernails, nothing too long or crazy but very useful in a fight. In addition she has far better vision in the dark, as well as naturally good hearing when it comes to her cat-style ears. Likewise like other catgirls she is predisposed to naturally multiple-child births (perhaps 2-3 or 3-4), were she to have such, as well as going into heat as a female each month and that sort of thing. In other words, she possesses the general standard biological nature of a catgirl in the new world.

Of course, she in all honesty has to learn to wield and adjust to these traits.)

Goals: Her ambition would be to create something for herself, a legacy, a nation, a people, something to shape things for the better and make her own name with this new second chance. She’s no stranger to hard work, so she’ll put her all into her new dream!

Past Life:

A tomboy of a girl and a martial arts prodigy also dubbed a ‘veritable savant’ by her myriad instructors, her wealthy parents took pride in her and took her to various teachers and various places around the world to learn various styles over the first years of her life. It was a way to show off her talents and bring attention to their family name, but also somewhat consumed her life in the process. By the time she turned 20, she was a prodigious and professional student of some good renown (mainly due to her age and raw talent)...but when it came to other personal interests her ideas lied elsewhere. As much as she enjoyed the martial arts, however, she still enjoyed watching anime, playing games, and the like as a younger person could be so inclined to be.

In particular her geeky inner self had a strong interest in ancient history in general, and ancient egypt in particular, which when she sought to stand out on her own more were factors that drove her to seek a college education. She worked hard for years on her martial arts even still, to at least appease her family, but also to ultimately acquire a double major in Egyptology and History (Ancient Mediterranean specialized).

At the age of 36, however, she would ultimately be killed on her way to h at a museum when a drunk truck driver ran over the center lane and sent her and her black VW Beetle car flying. She died in the initial impact, before the car even got rolling, and the resulting cleanup was...not pretty at all. A talented life, wasted by the foolish actions of another before she could truly impact the world.

Abilities:

Physical Conditioning: Peak Human - Her body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely she can surpass even stronger beings.

Soul Flare: The ability to turn one’s soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.

Unique/"Cheat" Ability: Suns Disciple - Wherever you go, the sun shines on your path. The sun illuminates you. Keeps you warm, and safe - and yet it burns. Burns you. Burns your foes. Burns everything. The sun of this world is not ruled by the goddess that bought you here. If you desire to strengthen it, seek them out yourself. As it is, you will steadily grow in physical power and endurance as the sun rises up until its peak, and steadily return to your normal strength as the sun falls, until night hits. At the moment, even during noon, you will gain only a minor boost to all physicals. Additionally, you have a minor affinity for Light-based magical feats.

Inventory:

-Clothing: Her initial set of clothing, consisting of what is seen in her appearance pic but also with her covered from head to toe by more thicker warm clothing fit for icy wasteland survival.

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The Epic of Beginnings - An Isekai Adventure/Civ builder

@Rune_Alchemist You had me at catgirls.

Fate/Rising Sun

Minamoto no Tametomo

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He was not the kind of person to just back down over a challenge that lied before him, but even he had to admit that his master situation was not one he envied either. He'd almost expected a single master to be before him, perhaps some kind of magus who just wanted to get their hands on the Grail's wish for one reason or other, but more surprising was the two faces that had met him instead. Two constantly bickering and divergent faces in regards to each other, but two faces all the same. It was commendable that they had been able to divide the burden of mastering a servant, but the Archer had soon found out very fast that this came at its own price when the one supplying your mana and the one bearing the Command Seals differed about how to go about things. It reminded him of a certain council of a formerly human "Great Disaster of Japan" who had bickered amongst themselves and cast aside any thought of a unified front beyond sitting in their little fort...and look at how that had turned out for everyone as a result.

Regardless of those more vague reminders of the past, however, the heroic spirit had felt a certain kinship with both of his masters thus far. The more thoughtful Constante, a boy who had a good heart and a real confidence problem and frankly a lack of social aptitude and bravery despite his gifts. Then there was the loud and proud Karizma, who seemed to remind him more of himself in her bravery and charging forward...but also in other particular ways he didn't like. A mixed-bag situation, as the modern term went, and even as they'd arrived in this more relaxed area of Japan and set up the sheer amount of noise kept rolling along in turn. Even he'd hoped they'd take a second to breathe before tearing into each other at least...but hey, family was family as well. He could recognize even that much and take notes from his own life.

Not that he hoped these two would turn out like his family did anyways. Was not a very good situation at all there. But if the worst came to worst, he could hang in there for a week tops without them.

At the behest of his two masters, however, the formerly-relaxing Archer swung his legs over and swiftly stood up from where he'd been lying on a nearby couch faster than a normal human could manage. Putting his hands on his hips and asserting his size, the rather tall and large man of a servant looked over the two with a slightly tired eye before he finally spoke up.

"Look, both of you have some valid points and you need to learn to accept that if you want to survive this conflict," Tametomo said, rubbing the back of his head with one lax hand before putting it back on his hip again, "Constante, you are right in that picking them off and not rushing in is a good idea.

But if we sit about here, then frankly we get nothing done and are a big target for anyone that wants to take out the obvious threat someone like me poses. Likewise, if any alliances form we get left out of the talking and could get ganged up on among other things. Failing to act is one thing we need to avoid."

The Archer then looked to the female twin in turn.

"Karizma, you're right in that getting out there and involved gives us a good chance to strike or make deals while things are still very new. Gives us a chance to see the layout of things and really get hands-on with this before people start gaining ground in one way or another. If we don't 'get the ball rolling' then we risk falling behind or otherwise, meeting the other competitors or fighting them and otherwise.

But if we just charge out there and start shooting at people, then we will die. If we had the right situation sure, I mean, it'd work. Blindly doing that off the cuff is another thing entirely, though, and your brother is right about that much."

Tametomo let out a long, drawn sigh that seemed to hang in the air.

"So here's what we're doing. Karizma and I can go out there, play her off as if she's my only master and give us that much to work with here. See if we can find anyone to shoot, or talk, to while we're out there. See if we find any bases or workshops out there.

Constante, you hang back here and keep hidden. Maybe get some familiars out there or something, or whatever mages tend to do while they sit back in their workshops? While we take the public front out there you can get us eyes out there and shore our defenses up.

Then we come back by the end of the night, and see where we go from there. Ok?"

As much as he wanted to shout something far more simple at them other than doing this, simply to get his point and intention across just how he liked it, at the same time he felt responsible for these two somewhat. If they died on his watch, that was in part connected to him and...well, he'd seen one master he served fail and eventually die to come back and curse the entire nation. It was almost like he could feel the former emperor's lingering curse on the land, frankly, but perhaps he was overthinking it. These two were children, running headlong into something they were not guaranteed to survive or get out of. He could handle an island of oni and make it is own, but these two gave his patience a run for its money already.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Who knew, maybe he'd get to meet his nephew in this war! Never got to see the kid in life anyways, so why not now on the field of battle? It wasn't a guaranteed chance, but it was something to look forward to and keep his mind off of this clatter.

@Anza

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Izumi Yamamoto

The young girl gave a twirl of her loaded Tanegashima in her hand as she walked around the workshop she'd completed in the samurai-compound-like hoome she had acquired for this war. Of course these 'distant relatives' were out of the country on a holiday, rather than stick around here for this, but she didn't mind one bit! Or perhaps they were a small family who had moved onto a distant hill in this rural area for peace...only to be sent off by simple magecraft to forget this all and her as they took up a long and coerced vacation in the USA for a week. Either way, it was something that the young mage felt would fit her and her servant's situation perfectly! They had a spot located a bit out of town, but close enough to be able to travel there safely and casually unless enemies came out here to get them. It also somewhat reminded her of home to boot, and given her time to set up her things and get ready for the first night.

Maybe her servant could set up here as well, if he wanted to.

"Rider, what do you think would be a good idea for tonight?" she called out into the house, her voice ringing through the otherwise silent sliding doors and paper walls, "I was thinking we could take to the town, see if anyone wants to talk or get shot in the face. But I don't wanna' be rude, and we do need to give this some thought anywho~!"

Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a truly legendary figure in Japan's history who had a rather interesting nature about him. He also had a wife that spent him into ruin, but that was another matter entirely. As much as she trusted his judgement and skill, she also knew he had to 'get going' for his true power to shine here as a servant. A mixed-bag that was what it was, she was glad to have summoned him all the same. Perhaps she would survive through this conflict, as her and her family hoped. Though on that more serious note she was inclined to worry at least a little bit internally over it all.

@1Charak2

Scion: Children of Light

Ishara

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"Sorcerer-Magus Callis Dagon of the Cult of the Crow accepts under his auspice Sorcerer-Novitiate Ishara Thumotep, Sorcerer-Novitiate Radaam Esi, and Sorcerer-Novitiate Khaemtir Maryatum."

Makhai Amon, Magistrate of the Cult of Crows, Vizier to the Crimson King

As she stood there, donned in her pure white cloak clasped with smooth golden brooch, the green-haired girl almost felt her breath stop as she heard her name called aloud.

For so long she had wondered, prayed to the goddess, and pondered as she lied in her bed to sleep what of the Cults might take a fancy to her. To some the Cult that had chosen her in the end was likely not a surprise, given her individual talents, but at the same time she hadn't come into this with any more than a desire to learn in whatever Cult chose to take her on. Magus Dagon was a rather somber looking kind of individual indeed, though his hair color and ilk almost seemed to suggest-...ah, never mind. Behind that scowl on the man's face she put the hope that his wisdom and knowledge would be fruitful for her and her peers' studies indeed. After all, she was one of just three students to be taken in by the Cult of the Crow this year! And to boot, one of her peers was a former classmate from Pesedjet whom her adoptive mother knew the family of personally!

Though the lack of the Crimson King's own presence this year was...hmm, she could not put a finger on it. A gut feeling told her 'something' was up, though in all truth he was perhaps just kept busy with all the political goings-on in the city. There was no need to overthink such things, though the more superstitious might see this as an inauspicious sign indeed. In that sense it was a slightly off note to the overall rather successful and otherwise almost perfect ceremony.

At the very least, however, as she listened the Vizier's advice it was something she took at its face value. A very hand of the city's ruler himself, his words might be rather valuable indeed. It was enough to allow her to breath out a relieved sigh as quietly as she could after nodding in response to the man's words. Perhaps with the following festivities, she would be able to let more of the tension roll off of her shoulders whilst food and drink abounded.

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...As music began to waft through the air like a welcome summer breeze, and the glow of the lit braziers further illuminated the area like a setting sun, the teen allowed herself to relax a bit more as she looked through the throng of people about her. Her adoptive mother would surely be here without a doubt, she had promised such! It was a day that the two had long worked towards, and perhaps some part of her sought comfort in the presence of a familiar face after all of this. Though to the girl's shock, she eventually noticed not one but two figures who were now bee-lining it towards her.

The most surprising of the two was a woman who wore a thin and similarly pure white colored attire, rather revealing but just enough so to catch the gaze of passerby and others. Her clothing seemed to caress her very figure from top to bottom in a smooth yet eye-catching manner, from her leaner and curvy shape to her sizable chest to even her swaying hips that seemed to move in a soothing rhythm. Her lower face was barely covered in a nearly transparent gossamer veil as well, showing only some of her smooth, soft, and milky skin, all allowing for the contrast of the woman's piercing green eyes to stand out all the more. Her arms sat daintily to her sides in turn as well as she moved, though it was hard to ignore the tinkling gold and silver ornaments and bangles and ilk that adorned the woman's wrists and ankles as she moved along. Then in final, a long braided length of a familiar green hair seemed to hang down her back, bound with golden bands adorned with jewels and religious symbols that most did not see this far from those working near the Temple of Ishari at all. It was a breathtaking sight of beauty that some might easily attribute to Biomancy treatments in life, or at least past generations, the truth of which Ishara herself did not know for certain to boot.

The young student's face lit up in a heartbeat at seeing this woman, however, and without pausing she ran over to the duo without a second thought.

"Mother!" she said, a certain youthful joy in her voice as she flung her arms around her birth mother's neck with a beaming smile.

"Hahaha! My sweet child, how much joy it brings me to see you. I could naught else but be here on this momentous ascension in your life. The Matron of the Temple was given vision, guidance to send me here this evening to be with you even if for at least this moment," the woman said after giving out a peal of warm and joyful laughter, before running a gentle hand through her daughter's hair and looking down at her warmly in turn, "By Ishari's grace, you have grown so beautifully...you remind me of your grandmother so. Never feel shame in your body, for it is blessed upon you by the goddess."

Ishara took the woman's gentle hand in her own, clutching onto its calming warmth before letting go and stepping back to look her birth mother in the eyes.

"Haha...you have said these things many a time, mother, though I wish I could have met grandmother myself from the stories you tell of her! Even so, even your brief presence is something of a comfort for me today. Though before I leave tonight, I must confer with my new teacher as the Vizier advised us and seek out my peers!"

"Ahem."

The duo looked next to them as another voice cut into their conversation, seeing the other familiar person of the night who stood right there with a small but humble smile on her slender yet experienced face. Semi-dark skin akin to a more paled chocolate adorned the woman's body, and her silky black hair seemed to hang over her right shoulder with a single silver band clasped upon it with a family engraved into it: "Thumotep". Whilst her beauty was more towards that Aemeni sort, and as enduring even as the city itself, it was only accentuated with the comfortable blue and purple robe that she wore to rest from the heat as well as look proper for the occasion. An air of grace hung about her, almost like how an aura of shining light hung about the midday sun, though a certain soberness lie underneath that seemed to bring down the jovial atmosphere to a more respectful one for Ishara. Likewise the woman's arms were folded, though unfolded calmly as she was finally noticed by the other two.

"Ah, apologies Mother. It was rude to-"

"Do not worry, Ishara, this is a moment to celebrate and you have every right to celebrate with family," her adoptive mother said, moving over to give her a brief hug and even a small squeeze of her shoulders in turn, "Though do heed the Vizier's advice if he gave you any, and otherwise. Now shoo, you have things to attend to! I will escort your birth mother back as well, at least once we have lingered to chat some with some familiar faces and old friends."

The green haired girl seemed to perk back up, before giving a vigorous nod and taking off in the other direction at top speed back towards her peers.

"Heh, that girl has a bright future ahead of her. I take pride in assisting her to this point, but after this it is a path that she will have to work harder for now that she's here. Not that she needs to work herself to death, Photep forbid."

"Indeed....May the goddess watch over her always."

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When the girl made it back over to the others, however, Khaemtir seemed to pick up on the introductions before she could so much as open her mouth. The corners of her lips seemed to pull up at the boy's first comments, however, as memories of galas and classes at Pesedjet came back into her mind. Khaemtir was not a bad talker or socialite, at least from her perspective, but when it came to group work he seemed to be more...lax? She'd had to get on him and prod him just to get his part of the work done in time, and on more than one occasion! Their styles differed indeed in this manner, but even so she'd tried her best to not chase him off at least. Albeit his Tutelary was something of a more sober mind, it seemed, which was something she'd appreciated after the small hippo had appeared.

Likewise, their other peer to work under the same master was visibly not among the nobility. Yet from him Ishara felt a sort of more sober manner, a certain nerves she could rather empathize with, and perhaps a more hard-working aspect. Then again, assumptions were one thing. But how the boy reacted to his own Tutelary being curious in this instance elicited a small chuckle from the green-haired girl in turn.

"I must agree with Radaam, before we leave to enjoy the night we must confer with our new master. Though do you know how Amenemhatanhk is doing? When I last spoke with him, he seemed to be recovering from the end of a small cold," Ishara said, directing her words and smile towards Khaemtir and her question towards the boy's familiar before she looked over at Radaam in turn, "But it is all really is very overwhelming, and I could barely hold back my own nerves to be honest.

It is pleasure to meet you as well, though, Radaam! I hope we will be able to work well together in the future! Though I hope I can get my own Tutelary summoned sooner than later..."

It was...awkward to be the only one among her new peers to be without a Tutelary thus far. Oddly so, despite how much her teachers and mothers had praised her talents. But maybe patience was also the correct route to take as well. Maybe something unique was out there for her, or the right one had been awaiting her beckoning to this world! Yes, that had to be it.

@Obscene Symphony@Achronum

Scion: Children of Light

@Dead Cruiser & Others

Post coming tomorrow (Sunday) after I get up! Have to get to bed atm, baby nephew is visiting and i can't make loud keyboard noises to wake him or am dead. XD

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Yinha Karathros

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Without skipping a beat, the angelic summon seemed to almost turn its head towards Serafaye as she suggestion a similar tactic to get the group out of the nick of danger. Its master in turn heard that suggestion through it, and saw the gesture to come forward, before a command came to it for another thing. Not that it minded, it was getting to do something at least. But hoisting up the polearm again the angelic suit of armor continued its charge, howling in alien tongue and screeching with an unearthly sound as it charged at the remaining men. It wasn't that dumb as to suicide, but rather to pursue and attack the remaining foes as they stood there stopped in their tracks to process things. After all, that made them a rather good target, and it would be aiming to cleave into the nearest of those remaining 'obstacles' with an angelic zeal. Strike while the iron was hot!

In the meantime, Yinha moved a bit closer but not out of the cover of the smoke. As much as she wanted to make a break, at the same time she was trying her best to conserve mana for healing as soon as they got out and far enough away. Kaze was already a hot mess imbibed with various blades and wounds, stupid lizard, the threat wasn't entirely gone, and on top of that she wasn't seeing others running out into the open...at least yet. Her summon was going about what she'd guided it to do (albeit it had seemed to enjoy the order) if nothing else, and that was as much as she could help at the moment. However, she was physically poised to make a blitz for the gate and generally forward if or as the need arose.

The High Elf's chest and breathing heaved somewhat, though, after all of this running and nearly dying and almost constant battle along the way. She had to make this count, she had to! Otherwise-...well, that road could be approached if they ever came to it. The mage really hoped, however, that they would not come to that point at all if she could help it.

Scion: Children of Light

So excited to see what Cults want each of our OCs. XD

Fate/Rising Sun

The Demon-Subjugating Boat Sinker

Name: Minamoto no Tametomo, aka: “Chinsei Hachiro Tametomo” and "The Subjugator of Demons"

Class: Archer

Appearance:https://i.imgur.com/h3uTNfU.jpg

Personality: A willful, fearless, confident, and brave man who proudly charges forward for whatever he believes is right...even if that should cost him much in the process. In fact, depending on his master’s disposition and ideas he might listen to them more or less! Even so he has the mortals and certain sense of duty that he feels responsible for his master, and bears a keen mind and eye that have been seasoned by the course of his life. Whilst he reflects on his own more headstrong youth and subduing of Kyushu under his own band of warriors as ‘reckless and childish’, at the same time he does admit he did a rather similar thing as an adult and still holds a certain nostalgia “for the rush of those old rebellious days” before he “grew up”.

Stats:

Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A+
Mana: C
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: B+

Class Skills:

Independent Action: A

-The ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master; the ability that allows for action even in the absence of the Master. At higher ranks, it is also possible to remain for extended periods of time in this world without an established contract. It is both useful and troublesome depending on the disposition of the Servant and the rank of Independent Action. Acting in autonomy from the Master's Magical Energy supply, the Master can concentrate their own Magical Energy on large spells, or the Servant will be fine even in the case they cannot supply Magical Energy due to injury. The downside is that they can be harder to control and keep by their side, making the only true way to command them is by utilizing Command Spells.

It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.

Magic Resistance: B

-Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

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.

Personal Skills:

Almighty Bow: A

-A skill encompassing and embodying the legendary archery skills of the demon-conquering archer Minamoto no Tametomo, best noted by his feat of felling/sinking a Taira ship with just one shot and one arrow. Another feat evidencing his prodigious skills was Tametomo’s feat of pinpoint shooting a star off of the helmet of his brother during the Siege of Shirakawa-den, before the arrow continued through and pierced right through a gate further behind. Further, in the same battle impaling a samurai through with a spear-sized arrow that in the same shot moved on to pierce the sleeve of said samurai’s younger brother who had been behind him.

With this skill, both the power and capability of Tametomo’s attacks made with a bow are mighty indeed. He can shoot even minute targets with great power, and due to this skill all attacks he makes with a bow (like the one he naturally carries as his weapon) are always treated as A ranked attacks.

Hell Fear: A

-The skill of one who has subjugated, dominated, or otherwise slain the demonic, taking the form of an anti-demonic skill as a result. This is a skill that empowers all attacks made against the demonic, whether it be demonic swords or individuals with partial demonic attributes or even things like proper oni and such ilk, as well as reducing all damage received from demonic sources. Anecdotes of one’s legend can lead to other potential negative debuffs applied by this skill.

Minamoto no Tametomo singlehandedly intimidated, subjugated, and ruled over an island of demons near to the place where he had been exiled (Onigashima). Uprooting a tree with one hand as they all tried to rush him and kill him, doing so as easily as if he were pulling a weed, he told them to serve him with him as their master...or he’d beat them all into little pieces himself. Following this the entire island of demons immediately surrendered, becoming his subjects and he their master and king.

When in battle, a rank-up is applied to all damage done to the demonic while a rank-down is applied to all damage done to the weidler by the demonic in turn. Further, demonic existences are afflicted with a constant mental attack due to Tamemoto’s presence and anecdotes of his legend, a mental attack which drives them instinctually and strongly to want to flee and run away from him.

Battle Continuation: C+

-is a Skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments. It is also one of the powers of a vampire. The best result is achieved when a resilient body is combined with this Skill.

Capable of continuing to fight, even when crippling injuries are sustained.

In life, Minamoto no Tametomo had the sinews of both of his arms cut to prevent him from using a bow after the Siege of Shirakawa-den. Yet not only did he heal and recover from the supposed crippling of his archery skills, but that his arms were now stronger and longer than before and improved his archery capabilities even further. Due to this anecdote about his mighty vitality, when recovering from his injuries the affected areas will heal up improved and stronger than before (aka, this is the odd bit where the “+” applies).

Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Sinking Shot, “To Fell An Whole Ship In One Blow”

Rank: B+

Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Ship

Appearance/Effects: A Noble Phantasm that re-creates the greatest archery feat of Minamoto no Tametomo, who single-handedly sunk a ship with a single arrow after years in exile and despite his severed sinews. A pinnacle of martial skill sublimated into a penetrating attack, firing an arrow that streaks through the air with an almighty destructive force that on impact it explodes with great power. Or in other words, this is the kind of attack one might expect from a railgun...an attack that carries such potent force behind it that it is easily capable of punching through, destroying, and sinking an entire ship in a single shot. The ‘plus’ modifier applies when this Noble phantasm is used against an actual watercraft of some kind, or even targets who are upon a watercraft of some kind, as is fitting to this servant’s legend.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Changes: (None)

Deadly But Cute

Izumi

Name: Izumi Yamamoto

Age: 17

Personality: A relaxed and casual individual, someone who seems to take life one step at a time and wherever the wind blows. The kind of individual who seems more easily approachable, and a stranger might be willing to speak with on the fly. That being said, her true nature deeper down is the kind of hard-worker who throws herself into whatever she does with a smile. She is also the type of extrovert who can be rather headstrong at times, and is the sort of overbearing person who is willing to grab some random friend's or acquaintance's hand and drag them off to some other activity without a second thought. Despite her seeming positivity and lust for life, however, when she angers she does so in a patient, passive-aggressive manner. For example, she could drop a stone-cold and deadly serious threat while disturbingly smiling at you as if nothing is wrong.

Abilities:

-Proficient Gun Skills (Just with her Tanegashima-Style Matchlock Gun Mystic Codes)

-General Magecraft, Fire Magecraft, Tanegashima (Family) Magecraft

-First Aid (Basic)

History:

One of five children born to her parents, and as the heir to the Yamamoto, Izumi's life was one of plenty and hard work in their expansive and isolated estate near Mount Fuji. For as many of the years of her life as could be squeezed in by her parents, she has been drilled in magecraft and usage/creation of the tools of her family's craft. She and her siblings were taught to support each other and form a bond, in order to form the framework for the next generation, though the weight of responsibility upon her in better perfecting and then passing down her family's craft was ever weighed upon her shoulders.

Most of Izumi's life so far has been without any big incidents or issues, and her mundane school life outside of diligent training has been rather standard. However, as of late her being chosen by the Holy Grail has thrown her into an unexpected and interesting situation to be sure. A ritual conjuring heroic spirits, and something about an object granting one's wish? What her family could dig up, at least, gave some background for what was to come. As such Izumi has been packed up, prepared, and sent off to this little place in the middle of nowhere in the Gifu Prefeecture...a heroic spirit by this point by her side.

Were she to achieve such a promised miracle from this situation, it could be used to elevate her family's craft to perfection in her generation alone. Hundreds of years of work, completed by cheating to get the information needed granted by some magical device. Even so, her top priority has been labeled as 'to survive, resolve things, and get home in one piece at the very least'. Whilst a wish would be valuable, to lose their art in the process would be even worse.

Other:

-Family: An odd Japanese magus family, who originally were smiths that got involved in the making of Tanegashima guns in the mid-1500s, before a traveling western mage from Germany came through and ultimately introduced them to magecraft. From here they continued the study of magecraft in the main family, whilst the branch family continued to make guns as a front and to keep income going through the era of the Sengoku Jidai. Come the Tokugawa Shhoguns and the Sakoku, they retreated inwards on their Fuji-based estate and built it up into a great mansion complex. Meanwhile, they were left stuck with a cache of Tanegashima guns which would become outdated antiques and rare ones at that made by their family. By the time the Meiji Restoration came around, they'd married in at least two foreign mages from Germany into their bloodline order to build ties and resource networks in the West as well as improve their own magecraft.

They have become mages who still to this day make matchlock Tanegashima from the ground up as mystic codes, and have a store of antique guns on the side to experiment with in regards to their magecraft to boot. However, unlike many other mages they are unorthodox in that they do not have a goal to access The Root. Rather, they take pride in their focus on the ever-moving progression and perfection of their craft. The perfect magical firearm, the perfect magical ammunition, and the overall perfection of an art in preparation, creation, and execution of it. Or in other words, a kind of enlightenment found in the perfection a craft.

They create their own magecraft-tweaked ammunition at home with varying effects, ranging from exploding mightily on impact to a homing curse to even non-lethal things such as applying a healing spell to the target. Then since the gun is already a properly made Mystic Code, it is just a matter of pulling the trigger and this will fire the shot.

-Other Family Info: A very unorthodox magecraft-wielding family, bearing multiple children to help take on various roles. One could take this as old traditions hey had and the concept of a mage somewhat fusing into a highly abnormal pattern of things over time, though where things became as they are has become muddied and hard to figure out. What is known is that from a young age a certain sense of 'community' in the family is enforced among them each generation, with each generation seeking to continue to develop and work on their family's art. One would be the heir to their crest, leading the rest of the family in their pursuit, whilst others would take up roles as dedicated smiths and craftsmen, public faces, and the ilk.

Due to all of this, they are seen as trivial abnormalities who aren't worth really any note at all. At least, save for the family head's general involvement in the Creation Department.

-Equipment:

Both of her personal Mystic Codes, in the form of her own Tanegashima matchlock rifle and matchlock pistol respectively. Includes equipment to use them in the rain.

A small array of ammunition types for her Mystic Codes.

Money and a Cellphone for communication.

Basic essentials like clothes and such.

Scion: Children of Light

The Other Prodigy

Ishara

Name: Ishara Thumotep

Age: 16

Appearance: https://i.imgur.com/YZZUBFk.jpg

Background:

A girl born to a sacred prostitute working from the main temple of the goddess Ishari, and fathered by an unidentified Sorcerer, Ishara was simply one child among many who was born into these sorts of circumstances. It wasn't uncommon for the temple's sacred prostitutes to get pregnant, it likewise wasn't generally common either due to special practices used by these women and priestesses to avoid getting pregnant in the first place. In the end, however, this left Ishara to be treated and raised as other such children born at the goddess' temple are. For the first few years of her life, she was brought up in the temple itself in the care of her mother and other priestesses there, a probationary period allowed so those like her can grow up enough to be sent off to live with a relative. However, in this regard there was a catch. There were no living maternal relatives left for her to live with...and likewise her 'father' and his family had never even remotely showed themselves or otherwise been a part of her life. The temple could not indefinitely keep her, however, due to the limited living space and supplies there set aside for just the goddess' priestesses/clergy.

Ultimately, however, her mother got somewhat desperate to ensure her daughter a safe future. She eventually took to getting her child tested for a magical potential, as perhaps the path of a Sorcerer would offer her something at least, and in this the surprising discovery of her deep and profound magical potential was made. Had she not proven to have such talents and potential to make her more desirable, her life would have been to go into one of the orphanages of Photep. Even so, her fate was eventually bound to that of an old friend and contact of her mother: Aramina Thumotep, a philanthropic and influential Coptaric-Aemeni blooded noblewoman. The noblewoman pitied the poor child's situation, though it was Ishara's raw magical potential that left the noblewoman feeling confident enough to take her in and truly raise her as her own.

From here came the naturally expected years of magical education programs and preparation to put the young girl into only the best school for a budding potential Sorcerer: Pesedjet. It was her adoptive mother's way to try to ensure "the best possible future for her", and the natural beauty of Ishara seemed to synergize well with a noble upbringing. She was at least allowed to go see her birth mother at times as well over these years, gaining some wisdom and comfort from her in time, but her adoptive parent was otherwise rather insistent on her studies and work to ensure her a bright future. Whilst her adoptive mother notes in hindsight in current times that "I might have put her on the path to becoming a workaholic", at the same time she has shown nothing but pride in her adoptive daughter and has become rather close to her. Ishara did eventually did get into Pesedjet as well, pursuing her studies and excelling in her courses with a sort of grace until she graduated near the top of her class. Whilst some might attribute her adoptive mother and her great potential as reasons, it was through hard work and her own talents combined that Ishara worked her way to nearly reach the top of her class.

However, with the looming Commencement to come and her further magical education...it is safe to say she is a bit nervous about her prospects.

Personality:

A genuinely kind and hard-working individual who respects hard work in turn, all whilst generally being a relaxed and approach-able type of person. The kind of individual who is capable of sitting and listening to others if they need an ear. That being noted, however, Ishara is someone who also takes her work seriously...making her both useful but also potentially rather annoying when it comes to something like a ‘group project’. Likewise she can be rather stubborn and potentially overexert at times, much to the chagrin of those who know her best. She is someone who even feels she has to prove herself, to work hard for it, even if it pushes herself to the very edge or over in the process. In this sense one might call her a "potential future workaholic". Further, to speak ill if those she considers ‘family’ (birth mother and the other priestesses, Aramina) is something that can more easily get under her skin and incite her despite her usually more self-controlled nature. Likewise getting worked up enough about something can tap into her angry side that bit more. She does not hesitate, however, to stand up for what she feels to be right...albeit this in tandem with her stubbornness and getting worked up enough can make her quite the fearsome 'spitfire' indeed.

Ishara feels that magic itself is something that she wishes to push the envelope of out of a personal interest in it, to go further beyond with, and then see what can be used to help others. For, in the end, her philosophy is that magic is itself inherently “a tool by which man can improve the lives of others”. That being said, in regards to the looming Commencement she does feel a bit anxious and nervous about which Cult or Cults might take an interest in her. If any of them.

Aptitude:

A proper prodigy in her own right, drilled to apply hard work to her craft and learning but possessing a potent talent and potential her teachers back at Pesedjet compared to past historical masters of sorcery. As someone who graduated very close to the top of her class, which is rather saying something for those coming from Pesedjet, her grades and skills have been lauded as well as exceeded all expectations initially had of her. While not the topmost ‘prodigy of prodigies’ in all areas, however, Ishara’s talents and aptitude for Divination stand out as the most exceptional indeed.

Yet in truth, her interests lie in a desire to go to the “bleeding edge” of magical studies at some point. She has an especial curiosity about the effects of magic on the passage of time to boot.

Tutelary: (She has not yet summoned her Tutelary)

A leaner jackal-shaped creature with an...odd form to say the least. Its body is very defined in shape indeed, but is on the other hand composed of a strange, mysterious, inky black and shifting darkness like unto the darkest of nights. Within the darkness of its body is reflected the appearance of the clear night sky and the stars and cosmos scattered about within it, so crystal clear and vivid in appearance that some could call it “truly breathtaking”. Its two ‘primary’ eyes are outlined with a gold-colored runic symbol design and are as red as crimson blood spilt upon ruddy dunes, though at times other red eyes like these can suddenly appear upon the rest of its body without warning and open and close and look about seemingly at the creature’s will and own behest.

It has a long, Sha-like whip-like tail that forks into a "V" at the end with these two 'end segments' each having a golden tip on their ends that is as sharp and dangerous as metal (this tail can be literally used as a whip too, dangerously so). Golden bands engraved with odd runes and glyphs are also worn on each of this creature's four paws as well, and it is of note that its mouth is filled with sharp golden teeth of a deadly and carnivorous-looking sort. His claws, too, are that deep gold color to boot.

Taking the name of "Sekoth", this being is an oddly proud yet calculating creature more akin to a noble or a king than anything. He holds himself with a sense of pride no matter the situation, naturally carrying himself this way, and despite the circumstances of his master's birth and life he frankly seems to care for her rather genuinely. He also is also the Tutelary once wielded by her great-great grandmother, a Sorcerer herself, though his reasons for seeking out to partner with Ishara (a descendant of his original master) will remain for the time being ultimately unspoken and frankly unsaid on his part. He is an enigma, truly, in that regard.

Sekoth is also apt to observe situations and goings-on in general silence, at least before sometimes piping in or commenting on things (whether others want him to or not) as he pleases. Even his master is not free from this commentary and behavior. Though beyond this behavior, however, his attitude can lead to him being...inconsiderate for others when either riled up enough or stubbornly set on something in particular. It is a trait surprisingly similar to that of his own master in some respect. Albeit does have a particular taste for dates and date-based foods, however, when it comes to mortal treats he claims to enjoy. Sweets in general are a joy to have, in his mind, and help soothe stress.

Other:

-Extra Lore: The Goddess Ishari: The Coptaric-originated goddess of fertility, war, love, the flow of time, and power, she stands at the head of an otherwise long-forgotten pantheon she was once a part of when the Coptaric were nomads. She is represented by chains, spears, doves, wheat, and the phases of the moon, with her primary major temple and smaller shrines being scattered throughout Photep itself. Her worship includes the likes of scared prostitution and various rites and ceremonies, and her clergy is a strictly matriarchal system. While children being born to those priestess participating in sacred prostitution isn’t unknown, it also isn’t rather common due to the use of various practices to try to avoid pregnancy in ceremonies and rituals.

Such children are not seen as bad, and are at least given leeway to stay in the primary temple for a time to grow up just enough to leave their mother and be sent to go live with some other maternal relative. They are not barred from seeing their mothers, but likewise the temple cannot accommodate all of these children (and especially growing ones who are extra mouths to feed) on their sacred grounds. These children by far normally tend to get into good homes with relatives to their mothers, or their fathers if said fathers or father’s families step out to take in or help care for them, but in rare cases other measures might become necessary. The rare case of such a child going to an orphanage has been documented in the past, as have been the rare adoption by a family friend or other person to simply try to give them a home.

The worshippers of Ishari are also well-minded for the poor, and seek to show them love as their goddess feels for all downtrodden. Donations to orphanages and such groups are common, among other things, to show this alongside things like rudimentary “soup kitchens” organized for the worst off in the shantytowns.

-Extra Lore: The Coptaric People: An old and long-lived people of the deserts, former nomads who were among the very first peoples to migrate to Photep and settle down there after its founding. Their very hardy constitution and skills with metal and various crafts led to them becoming valuable workers and craftsmen, with some families even rising up into the rank of nobility. Even to this day there are still numerous Coptaric noble families within the population, as well as a Coptaric presence in a myriad of crafting Fellowships. Their lighter skin and odder hair colors are indicative of an even older and even farther history, however, and in only their most disparate and hard to find old legends they say they originated from a rumored “Land of the Frozen Wastes” to the extreme far north. Though whilst they do not recall those roots otherwise at all in public memory, the Coptaric people also brought with them a matriarchal hierarchy in their religion alongside the worship of a goddess known as “Ishari”.

Character Aura: Ishara's aetheric signature is something like a soft white light, surrounded by a thin veil of light shadow, vaguely similar to the full moon at night in terms of appearance/asthetic.