Had Haruka been present for most of the bickering that was currently taking place, she might've scoffed and rolled her eyes. Thankfully for everyone involved, she was not, deciding as soon as a box of condoms had fallen out of the gas station attendant's hair that she had been sufficiently weirded out for the day. She would soon find out she was wrong, but for now she could live with her comfortable delusion. Instead, she'd wandered down one of the paths that led out of the clearing- far enough away that she couldn't hear details, but not so far that she'd be on her own should she be attacked by a wild animal or something. Not that she'd seen or heard any wild animals nearby, but given how strange her day had been, she wouldn't put it past the universe to disgorge a honey badger from a portal over her head or something.
...And clearly she needed some coffee and food soon, because that sentence sounded crazy, even to her.
She perked an ear back to what was apparently an argument ensuing over where the rest of the weirdos were congregating. She shuddered slightly. She did not do well with people. Especially freaks like all of them. Not that she was any better, whispered a traitorous part of her mind- a part that she quickly squashed under the force of her disdain. She focused again on her surroundings- lots of trees, a weird, pale, pastel blue sky, and not a hell of a lot else. A spike of fear lanced through her chest as she again tried to process what exactly had happened to them. And more importantly, why?
A rustling in the bushes off to the side cut that train of thought off for now, and Haruka went ramrod straight in fear, as thoughts of being mauled to death by badgers or whatever again forced their way into her mind. She reached for the belt knife she kept in her jacket pocket- not really sanctioned by her workplace, obviously, but she was way past giving a fuck- as she turned toward the sound she'd heard a moment before. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was another rustle, and the slightest of movements. Haruka flinched, then sank into a ready position, in case anything tried to lunge.
"...Hello?" God, she hated how scared she sounded. "Is anyone... anything there?"
Silence. Then another rustle, another movement, both greater than before. Haruka took a step back, ready for anything...
...Or so she thought, as a small, rocky dragon- an honest-to-gods dragon- waddled out of the bush in front of her, looking up at her face with surprisingly large, soulful eyes. Haruka's brain shut down.
"What." Then the thing spoke.
"I-is it really you? Is it time?"
"What." Apparently, this answer was good enough for the dragon, as it smiled exuberantly (how the fuck?) and leapt toward her, shouting an equally-exuberant, "FINALLY!!"
"AHH FUCK WHAT--" shouted Haruka as thing tackled/hugged around her legs, bowling her over with the force of its excitement. And the thing just kept talking.
"I knew it! I knew I was right to listen, everyone else said it would never happen, and I was like, 'nuh-uh, they'll totally be here--'"
"--and now you're here, so I was right, so HA, I was totally right, and gosh, it's so good to meet you finally-"
"WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK--"
"--but you should probably stop screaming and breathe, 'cause I may not know much about humans, but I know humans need to breathe to keep functioning properly, and you haven't done that for a while--"
"GET OFF OF ME!" shouted Haruka, kicking at the rocky little beast, and only getting a sore foot out of it. Damn little thing was as sturdy as hell. The dragon apparently got the gist, as its eyes widened in shock as it scrambled off of her legs.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. You, uh... must have gotten quite a shock, coming here, seeing me... I didn't even bother to ask how you were, I just got so excited--" The dragon stopped its rambling as Haruka raised a hand, still gasping for breath after her screaming fit.
"...Okay. Explanation. Now. Short and sweet, Rocky."
The thing tilted its head in confusion for a second, then seemingly shrugged and went on. "Well, uh... it's pretty simple, I guess. The Lady told me to come here and wait for some humans to show up. I'd been waiting here for a while, and then you showed up. So I guess I did what I was supposed to."
It was amazing how much, and simultaneously how little, that explanation actually explained. Haruka shook her head. At least I know one thing- someone knew we'd be here. Someone knew this would happen.
"Okay... and... why, exactly, were you waiting for me?"
The little dragon brightened up again. "Oh, that's easy! To be your partner, of course!"
...
...Okay, she had nothing for that.
"...What."
"Your partner, silly! That's why you're here, isn't it? You're a Digidestined! And I'm your Digimon!"
...
"...WHAT."
((OOC: Let the insanity begin~ *lightning and thunder while I laugh maniacally*))
Personality: Obsessive and single-minded; Victor's virtues and flaws lie in his passion for his particular breed of science and magecraft. On the one hand, he is very protective and nurturing toward the false-life he creates, treating them more as his children and colleagues than as mere familiars and servants. On the other hand, he has nothing but scorn for most of humanity, particularly anyone who disdains his creations. He is arrogant to an extraordinary degree, believing his works to surpass humanity in both ability and temperament. He himself is no exception to his disdain, as some small part of him seems to know how far gone he truly is, and hopes that his New Life will grow to be better than him. His mania is only even somewhat abated by the presence of his Firstborn, Franziska, who is much her father's opposite in temperament- gentle, well-meaning, and compassionate, but fiercely loyal to his creator, whom he cares for dearly.
Bio: Everyone knows the story of Victor Frankenstein- he who meddled with the pattern of life and death and brought forth an abomination. He who ruined the lives of himself and all those he held dear to him through his own hubris and selfishness. He who died an ignominious death, along with his Creation, in the Arctic, filled with regret. Yes, everyone knows this story... or, at least, one version of it. For the power of the Holy Grail is that of all worlds, all stories, an infinite kaleidoscope of variation. And so it is that the Grail has plucked a very different Frankenstein from the fabric of reality. For the question asked that caused such changes was this- what if Victor had not recoiled at the half-life he'd brought forth? What if, rather than reject, he had embraced and nurtured? What if Victor Frankenstein had loved his Creation, rather than seek to destroy it?
Caster is a Frankenstein who never gazed upon the Blasted Tree, who never abandoned his passion for Alchemy. A Frankenstein who, when his Creation was raised, hideous though it was, saw only the potential housed within it. He thrilled as his Firstborn learned at speed, cared for it, named it, "Franziska," the daughter he'd always wanted. Victor cared for the Creation as his own child, excited, obsessed, impassioned by the possibilities of the life he'd crafted with his own hands.
A pity, then, that others did not share his enthusiasm.
Although Victor saw a daughter in Franziska, others saw only a monster. No matter how well-read or even-tempered she was, hers and Victor's peers scorned and mocked them as an abomination, and the defiler who'd brought him forth. Such hatred would end in tragedy, as some sought to destroy both doctor and creation, and Franziska killed one of her attackers in self-defense, forcing the rest to flee. The story was twisted, however, for their own ends, painting the Creation's actions as savage. For who could ever believe that such a monster was innocent of the crimes by which she stood accused?
Humiliated and outraged by the accusations, Victor's sanity, already frayed from the scorn he'd received, snapped entirely. He looked upon his own kind with the same derision and disdain that he'd been shown in turn. Where once he'd sought to uplift his fellow man with his gifts, he now sought to tear them down. His obsession with his Creation consumed him. If humanity would not accept the New Life he had fashioned, then it would be replaced, burned down so he could start fresh. He would create a race as perfect as he viewed his daughter to be, one free from the corruption of their scorn.
It is unclear what occurred after this- both Doctor and Firstborn vanished, fleeing their accusers for parts unknown. Perhaps, as in the more well-known story, the two wasted away in the dark of some dismal land. Perhaps they still lived, tinkering and tampering with bone and flesh, always chasing their ideal. Perhaps, in this Grail War, Victor can finally achieve his wish- of a humanity crafted by his hands, free of whatever he viewed as a flaw.
Parameters:
Strength: E Endurance: D Agility: C Mana: A Luck: D Noble Phantasm: A+
Territory Creation: B Skill to build a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana. Allows for the creation of Victor's workshop.
Item Construction: C+ Skill to manufacture magical items, from implements of war to items for daily use. Also, this Skill requires time to gather components and manufacture items. Victor was an Alchemist without peer, able to create life, or a semblance of it, with relative ease. Therefore, this skill is more potent when Victor is creating his New Life.
High Speed Incantation: B- Skill to speak magical incantations at an accelerated speed, being able to cast spells in half the time they normally would. This skill is weaker than normal in the presence of his creations, as his obsession and excitement toward them causes him to stutter and stumble over his words at times.
Father's Obsession: C A double-edged sword. Victor's obsession with his New Life is exceptionally strong, to the point where he will disdain all others for the sake of his Firstborn, and all others who follow. As such, he is exceptionally resistant to outside mental influence, especially that which would turn him against his creations. However, the fatal flaw of this Skill is that he will also reject his Master's orders, if he deems them as less important or hazardous to him, his creations, and/or their goals.
Bone-Shaper: B Victor is exceptionally skilled at manipulating flesh and bone through his Alchemy, and also being a capable medical doctor besides. If Victor or his creations are injured, he is typically able to repair whatever damages are inflicted, provided he can retreat to a safe place. He also needs any raw material required to make such repairs, and it is much more difficult to make such repairs to his own body than that of his creations.
Name: Azoth
Title: Divine Spark of Life
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-30
Maximum Number of Targets: 300
Description: A crystal container filled with living lightning, captured, bottled, and harnessed for Victor's use. This Spark is the key to Victor's craft, the power behind his unmatched talents. Azoth is potent enough to power almost any number of constructs, golems, and creatures that Victor may manufacture. Any mundane weapon or object struck by Azoth can also be granted a semblance of life for a brief time, obeying Victor's commands, though this ability is more effective the closer the object is to humanoid form. Note that this ability cannot affect objects with sufficient magic resistance; Mystic Codes and Noble Phantasms are beyond Victor's reach to control and manipulate, for obvious reasons. And finally, when all else fails, Azoth is, ultimately, lightning in a bottle, and perfectly capable of doing damage as a weapon in its own right.
Description: The first and greatest of Victor's creations, his Firstborn and cherished daughter, named as Franziska by her father. A hauntingly beautiful amalgamation of stolen flesh and metal, eyes glowing electric blue from the spark of life that animates her. Franziska is Victor's daughter, assistant, bodyguard, and vanguard- it is she who charges into battle in her father's place, doing what he cannot. In a sense, she acts as either an extremely-powerful familiar, or a pseudo-Servant to Victor. She is extremely hard to put down- even losing limbs will do little to dissuade her, should she decide you need to be removed. Moreover, the true strength of this Noble Phantasm is in its reactor, the "Bridal Chest." The reactor absorbs energy from Franziska's surroundings to power her, mimicking the skill of Galvanism, and also can discharge such energy as lightning to strike her foes. Finally, should Franziska be destroyed by any means, should the reactor remain, Victor can install it into a new body, or one of his other creations, which will alter the body in question into a new Firstborn, that his best and brightest creation might never truly die.