- Name: Nagao Kagetora
- Class: Lancer
- Appearance: "Bishamonten's protection is upon me!"
- Personality: At heart, Kagetora is a person who cannot understand the oddities and complexities of human emotions. Born with immense strength that dwarfed that of the people around her, she was never once able to understand the weakness of the humans that she protected thus. Without sadness, without anger, Kagetora herself simply wore a permanent smile upon her face, never once breaking the mask that she put on for herself (and continues to do so even now). With that said, though she is 'inhuman' in terms of both empathy and strength (which she herself acknowledges), her battle-mania means that combat is where her usually boisterous self stops being held back, be it by herself or by others. To charge forth into battle without fear or hesitation to strike down enemies is fun for her, after all, so even as a Servant she is more than a little unruly in that regard. That being said, her own ability as a former warlord is not to be underestimated...
- Stats:
- Strength: C
- Endurance: C
- Agility: A
- Mana: D+
- Luck: C+
- Noble Phantasm: B
- Class Skills:
- Magic Resistance: C
- Riding: C
- Divinity: C
- Personal Skills:
- Fate is With Heaven: A
A skill that amplifies Kagetora's own personal exploits on the battlefield, and has varying effects depending on what circumstances she finds herself in. On a chaotic battlefield, Kagetora is able to carve through the enemy to bring victory; in a duel, she is able to strike accurately and decisively regardless of the state of the fight itself. Additionally, Kagetora is able to summon multiple other weapons for use in combat, regardless of her class being denoted as Lancer. As an avatar of Bishamonten, such boons are but a given. - Armor Upon the Chest: A
Drawing upon an anecdote where she calmly drank wine and dodged bullets flying all about without a scratch upon her, this skill allows Kagetora to dodge any and all objects fired at her so long as she believes that she will not be hit. The effect of this skill is not absolute, of course—if there are enough shots fired at her, it is possible that this skill will fail and that the projectiles will find their mark. - Accomplishment in the Feet: A
An amalgamation of Military Tactics and Charisma, this skill allows Kagetora (who, in over 70 military battles across her lifetime, had never been defeated) to direct and lead her forces to victory in battle. Of course, her own personal style of combat is more suited for explosive and violent battles, so this skill fares poorly against opponents who prefer to hide away in castles or fortresses or the like.
- Fate is With Heaven: A
- Noble Phantasm(s):
- Name: Bishamonten's Eight Phases Wheel Charge Formation
- Rank: B
- Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Army
- Appearance: --
- Effects: Kagetora's Noble Phantasm does not actually activate without having its name spoken, as it is a technique rather than any sort of tangible object. When invoked while Kagetora is mounted on her horse, she is able to split into eight different copies of herself to strike out at her opponents. Though these eight clones may focus on a single target, their status as a sublimation of her military tactics enables them to be used to direct the flow of battle as well. Wounds inflicted upon these copies do not reflect back onto the original, and though they only last a short while, they are more than able to inflict the same amount of damage as if it was the original lashing out.
- Alignment: Lawful Good
- Changes: N/A
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Well, it's Devil Survivor. May as well toss my hat in the ring here and see how things pan out.
Hmm...
Well, I think the current scenes are almost all about to be tied up, so if you don't mind waiting until the next rotation or so closes out, I think it should be super easy to weave you into the new arc stuff.
Well, I think the current scenes are almost all about to be tied up, so if you don't mind waiting until the next rotation or so closes out, I think it should be super easy to weave you into the new arc stuff.
Well, it's pretty simple. You either pair off with someone free or pair up with yourself.
Given the distinct lack of new people coming in, though, the latter is looking to be the most likely route. You can also opt to just play either or without the other, but that's not something I'd recommend.
Given the distinct lack of new people coming in, though, the latter is looking to be the most likely route. You can also opt to just play either or without the other, but that's not something I'd recommend.
@Rezod92: Yeah, Medusa fine. Accepted.
@Rezod92: Ah...
Hm. I suppose I forgot pseudo-Servants on the list of ones that are NG. That's a my bad on my part, but I didn't think anyone would try to sign up with one.
I'll go edit that bit in later, but uh... Yeah, sorry, Taiga is a no. They're just too weird given that the actual cast of SN is alive and well during the era this RP takes place during, so yeah.
Hm. I suppose I forgot pseudo-Servants on the list of ones that are NG. That's a my bad on my part, but I didn't think anyone would try to sign up with one.
I'll go edit that bit in later, but uh... Yeah, sorry, Taiga is a no. They're just too weird given that the actual cast of SN is alive and well during the era this RP takes place during, so yeah.
Upon hearing Nobunaga's own introduction, Misaki was left completely speechless, her body frozen in shock as she slowly refocused herself onto the smaller girl. Certainly, if her own form had been changed as it had now, then it certainly wasn't out of the question for others to have the same done to them.
Even so, to have such a candid response without a moment's hesitation (unlike herself) in declaring their name and history...
Given the circumstances, it was almost impossible to deny that the person in front of her really was the Oda Nobunaga that had become so famous in the centuries since the Sengoku Jidai, but to end up looking like her of all people...
"I... I'm not even sure how to respond to that, honestly..." the foxgirl trailed off, massaging her forehead as she looked Nobunaga over once more before sighing. "No, actually, this actually makes perfect sense when you think about it. No one else during the Sengoku Jidai would want to assume Nobunaga's name, and the fluent Japanese as it is now..."
Even if it wasn't the actual Nobunaga (which could very well be the case), there was no real way to actually confirm the validity of that claim as things were now, and her knowledge only could serve her so well in verifying that statement. If it was the actual Nobunaga, though, then there was a far deal more to worry about.
Namely, not accidentally getting her head lopped off by one of the most famous warlords of that era. Even so, her scholarly spirit found itself winning out against her caution, and so the kitsune held her worry back for a moment before speaking.
"I apologize, but this is a bit much for me to process right now; after all, that's almost four and a half centuries' worth of time disparity, which, given the way that goddess was speaking, makes me worry a bit more about who else might have been thrown in here on her whims. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, though... Could I ask a few questions so I can confirm your words as truth?"
Within Japan, there were seldom men any more famous than Oda Nobunaga, and with all of what she had learned during her studies at university, confirming facts (even the oddities that most Japanese of her era would likely not even know, let alone remember) would be the fastest way to solve the issue. If that was the truth, then it seemed that the goddess wanted her to play on hard mode, so to speak, but if this was the real Nobunaga...
Then this is as much a lifeline as it is a noose around my neck.
@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist
Even so, to have such a candid response without a moment's hesitation (unlike herself) in declaring their name and history...
Given the circumstances, it was almost impossible to deny that the person in front of her really was the Oda Nobunaga that had become so famous in the centuries since the Sengoku Jidai, but to end up looking like her of all people...
"I... I'm not even sure how to respond to that, honestly..." the foxgirl trailed off, massaging her forehead as she looked Nobunaga over once more before sighing. "No, actually, this actually makes perfect sense when you think about it. No one else during the Sengoku Jidai would want to assume Nobunaga's name, and the fluent Japanese as it is now..."
Even if it wasn't the actual Nobunaga (which could very well be the case), there was no real way to actually confirm the validity of that claim as things were now, and her knowledge only could serve her so well in verifying that statement. If it was the actual Nobunaga, though, then there was a far deal more to worry about.
Namely, not accidentally getting her head lopped off by one of the most famous warlords of that era. Even so, her scholarly spirit found itself winning out against her caution, and so the kitsune held her worry back for a moment before speaking.
"I apologize, but this is a bit much for me to process right now; after all, that's almost four and a half centuries' worth of time disparity, which, given the way that goddess was speaking, makes me worry a bit more about who else might have been thrown in here on her whims. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, though... Could I ask a few questions so I can confirm your words as truth?"
Within Japan, there were seldom men any more famous than Oda Nobunaga, and with all of what she had learned during her studies at university, confirming facts (even the oddities that most Japanese of her era would likely not even know, let alone remember) would be the fastest way to solve the issue. If that was the truth, then it seemed that the goddess wanted her to play on hard mode, so to speak, but if this was the real Nobunaga...
Then this is as much a lifeline as it is a noose around my neck.
@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist
Death, needless to say, had not been kind to Mamoru.
It would have been one thing to have lived long enough to be able to make something of his life—spend more time with his friends and family, invest time into hobbies new and old—but dying so abruptly did not sit well with him. Neither did the supposed 'goddess' that had caught him before his consciousness had slipped away in its entirety fill him with any sort of inspiration. He had read enough isekai literature in his lifetime to get a grasp of the situation fairly quickly during the initial introduction, to the point where hearing of the task set out for him didn't faze him as much as it did annoy him.
Of course, that brief moment of consciousness soon gave way to darkness once more, and before long the young man found himself splayed out on the ground, groggy as the faculties that begot his regained consciousness took their sweet time returning. There was a pause as he slowly dragged his body, still drenched in some sort of odd liquid, off of the ground, and after a few moments of staggering and violently coughing out whatever was left in his lungs, he clapped his hands to his face as the sound of someone's voice caught his attention. Not necessarily because of the voice itself, though, but moreso the place where the sound was reaching him.
There was the briefest of pauses as he slowly moved one hand to to top of his head, and the feeling of wet fur coupled with long hair that, upon further inspection, reached past his shoulders only brought his attention towards the rest of his—or, rather, her new body.
"...Well, I suppose it could be worse," Mamoru sighed, clapping her hands to her face before shaking whatever liquid she could off of her body. Drenched clothing would do her no favors—doubly so given the chill in the air that caught her attention—and the now-foxgirl slowly cast her gaze around.
The most obvious thing to catch her attention, though, was the small girl standing in front of her, weapon at the ready. Though the change of her body had not caused any sort of panic, the presence of that black-haired girl...
"...Nobunaga? No, wait, that can't be right; that goddess must've just modeled someone's new body after that character..." she said to herself before shaking her head, as if to clear her thoughts, before recalling what it was that the person in front of her had asked. "Right. Well... You wouldn't be wrong there. Though it goes without saying that I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this whole affair... Wait, hold on."
Once she reviewed the words in her head, Mamoru took a moment to pause before staring directly at the girl standing in front of her.
"That Japanese just now was rather archaic... No, this has got to be some sort of joke, right?" she added, taking a moment to pause before laughing in disbelief. "I'm not even sure if there'd be anyone sticking to that sort of character in this sort of situation... I suppose that introductions might clear things up. My, uh... Hm. Name. I suppose that... Misaki sounds good? Right. Takeshima Misaki it is, then."
As she continued to attempt to dry herself (and her clothes) off, Misaki continued to look around the room, her gaze constantly returning towards Nobunaga as she attempted to get a feel for what had occurred in the room up until the time they had 'arrived' and to try and wrap her head around the situation given what she knew thus far.
"Seriously, this feels like something out of a light novel..."
@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist
It would have been one thing to have lived long enough to be able to make something of his life—spend more time with his friends and family, invest time into hobbies new and old—but dying so abruptly did not sit well with him. Neither did the supposed 'goddess' that had caught him before his consciousness had slipped away in its entirety fill him with any sort of inspiration. He had read enough isekai literature in his lifetime to get a grasp of the situation fairly quickly during the initial introduction, to the point where hearing of the task set out for him didn't faze him as much as it did annoy him.
Of course, that brief moment of consciousness soon gave way to darkness once more, and before long the young man found himself splayed out on the ground, groggy as the faculties that begot his regained consciousness took their sweet time returning. There was a pause as he slowly dragged his body, still drenched in some sort of odd liquid, off of the ground, and after a few moments of staggering and violently coughing out whatever was left in his lungs, he clapped his hands to his face as the sound of someone's voice caught his attention. Not necessarily because of the voice itself, though, but moreso the place where the sound was reaching him.
There was the briefest of pauses as he slowly moved one hand to to top of his head, and the feeling of wet fur coupled with long hair that, upon further inspection, reached past his shoulders only brought his attention towards the rest of his—or, rather, her new body.
"...Well, I suppose it could be worse," Mamoru sighed, clapping her hands to her face before shaking whatever liquid she could off of her body. Drenched clothing would do her no favors—doubly so given the chill in the air that caught her attention—and the now-foxgirl slowly cast her gaze around.
The most obvious thing to catch her attention, though, was the small girl standing in front of her, weapon at the ready. Though the change of her body had not caused any sort of panic, the presence of that black-haired girl...
"...Nobunaga? No, wait, that can't be right; that goddess must've just modeled someone's new body after that character..." she said to herself before shaking her head, as if to clear her thoughts, before recalling what it was that the person in front of her had asked. "Right. Well... You wouldn't be wrong there. Though it goes without saying that I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this whole affair... Wait, hold on."
Once she reviewed the words in her head, Mamoru took a moment to pause before staring directly at the girl standing in front of her.
"That Japanese just now was rather archaic... No, this has got to be some sort of joke, right?" she added, taking a moment to pause before laughing in disbelief. "I'm not even sure if there'd be anyone sticking to that sort of character in this sort of situation... I suppose that introductions might clear things up. My, uh... Hm. Name. I suppose that... Misaki sounds good? Right. Takeshima Misaki it is, then."
As she continued to attempt to dry herself (and her clothes) off, Misaki continued to look around the room, her gaze constantly returning towards Nobunaga as she attempted to get a feel for what had occurred in the room up until the time they had 'arrived' and to try and wrap her head around the situation given what she knew thus far.
"Seriously, this feels like something out of a light novel..."
@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist
@Rezod92: Fine now. Accepted.
@Rezod92: Hmm...
'Soul' is a bit of an odd thing to place here; I think if you side that out for something else (maybe relate it to their bloodline's Magic Crest or something?) it should be fine.
'Soul' is a bit of an odd thing to place here; I think if you side that out for something else (maybe relate it to their bloodline's Magic Crest or something?) it should be fine.
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