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Bumping the thread for further interest before posting up the OOC.
Sorry for the double post. Also, sorry for the lateness of this post, got dragged out to do some shopping with the family suddenly X_X
Anyway, here's my master for Saber.
Name: Gwyndolyn “Gwyn” Pantheon
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: Arabic, but his bloodline dates back to the Mesopotamian era
Race: Human
Height/Weight: 5’11, and 176lbs
Personality: Cool and awesome… or, that is what he wants to be. Unbreakable courage, and unbreakable willpower, he normally charges forward straight in to protect those near him, even if they are complete strangers for that is simply how he acts based on impulse; he simply cannot let people get hurt no matter who they are. He is someone who would be willing to sacrifice himself in order to protect others without a moment’s hesitation. A bit devoted and overprotective. Gwyn can also be quite unusual when it comes to social conversations, talking to even the most unlikely of people about the most random of topics.
Weapon: Pantheon; Sun Blade of Shamash
Abilities: Pantheon is a powerful blade that was crafted from ancient metals and ores from Gwyn’s family ages ago back in the Mesopotamian era. While he himself is just an average magus with above-average magic circuits, he is skilled in swordsmanship and who also taught himself how to use Pantheon through training and meditation. Pantheon is a magical sword that glows brighter the stronger the more powerful the user’s emotions are set on a goal; for example, if Gwyn wants to desperately protect all of those around him, Pantheon will glow extremely bright before firing a crescent slash of bright amber flames into the direction, harming only those who Gwyn sees as his targets. Gwyn has to use his entire mana reserves in order to activate its fullest power, leaving him in a bed ridden state and unable to supply his Servant with mana properly for approximately a day. If he pushes himself to use it again while even in this state, it would cost him his life. Other than that, he knows reinforcement magic that allows him to hold his own against a Servant.
History/Background:
Born and raised in the Arabic deserts in a backwater village in the middle of nowhere, Gwyn was the younger brother of the head miner who had to help find silver in order help keep their village striving.
It was peaceful, while at the same time bitter. There was barely enough food and water to go around, and the scorching heat during the day was more than enough want one to call it quits; for Gwyn, however, he found it fun and warm, much to the villagers’ surprise. Everyone called him the child of the sun, for he was always full of energy and was always bright no matter what. Still, despite his bright attitude, it could not help the tragedies that would happen in his small home village. Week after week, bandits and raiders would come seeking to plunder the village of both their food and of their women till their hearts content. Armed with weapons, the bandits could do whatever they wanted compared to the villagers who were weak and frail. Every week, Gwyn would watch as the raiders came and as his people suffered… yet there was nothing that he could do despite the burning urges inside of him wanting to do something. It was only when his own sister was targeted did he decide to finally take a stand and do something… but there was nothing that he could do. After having their thrill, the bandits killed his sister.
He had tasted what it felt like to lose something precious to him, and it was bitter. He didn’t want to lose anyone else… but he continued to do so. The next week, he lost his neighbors, and the week after that he lost his childhood friends. The month afterword, he lost his older brother. After that, he decided that enough was enough, and that he had to find something to protect those dear to him, even if it would cost him his life.
There was a rumor, you see, in the village of a powerful weapon left by the god Shamash called Pantheon in the very mines that they were working in. Going in by himself with what little bread and water he had, he explored the mines for six days and six nights… only for him to find an altar. There, a sword was plunged deep into the ground with ancient carvings of an old civilization. The blade of the sword, however, was untouched by time. Pulling out the blade, Gwyn suddenly fell unconscious, only to awaken shortly after outside of the mines to find that his village had been destroyed. The women placed on pikes, the men burned in a bonfire, and all the supplies being devoured by the hungry pigs.
Facing him, the bandits, laughed as they saw the sword and pointed their guns at his direction and began walking towards him. Something inside of him was burning, and he could feel that his body wanted to move on its own… which he allowed. He took a stance, and swung the blade… only for a gunshot to be heard a moment later, and for him to blackout.
When he next woke up, he found himself in a bed, with a nice woman tending to him and his wounds. Gwyn had asked him where he was at and what had happened, and she told him. Apparently while the woman was traveling with an escort, she came across the ravaged village and saw the scorched bodies of the raiders, and him wielding Pantheon. She decided to take him with him and tended to him wounds to hear his side of the story.
From then on, Gwyn lived with the woman to repay his debt by learning to serve as a guard and a royal escort, before deciding to go off on his own to protect those who can’t protect themselves as to prevent what had happened to his village. He was going to be the sword of the people… a sword of justice that would cut down evil.
Assets: His holy sword, Pantheon; a fair sum of money from working as a bodyguard for the woman who saved his life, and an apartment that he has rented in Septum.
Anyway, here's my master for Saber.
Born and raised in the Arabic deserts in a backwater village in the middle of nowhere, Gwyn was the younger brother of the head miner who had to help find silver in order help keep their village striving.
It was peaceful, while at the same time bitter. There was barely enough food and water to go around, and the scorching heat during the day was more than enough want one to call it quits; for Gwyn, however, he found it fun and warm, much to the villagers’ surprise. Everyone called him the child of the sun, for he was always full of energy and was always bright no matter what. Still, despite his bright attitude, it could not help the tragedies that would happen in his small home village. Week after week, bandits and raiders would come seeking to plunder the village of both their food and of their women till their hearts content. Armed with weapons, the bandits could do whatever they wanted compared to the villagers who were weak and frail. Every week, Gwyn would watch as the raiders came and as his people suffered… yet there was nothing that he could do despite the burning urges inside of him wanting to do something. It was only when his own sister was targeted did he decide to finally take a stand and do something… but there was nothing that he could do. After having their thrill, the bandits killed his sister.
He had tasted what it felt like to lose something precious to him, and it was bitter. He didn’t want to lose anyone else… but he continued to do so. The next week, he lost his neighbors, and the week after that he lost his childhood friends. The month afterword, he lost his older brother. After that, he decided that enough was enough, and that he had to find something to protect those dear to him, even if it would cost him his life.
There was a rumor, you see, in the village of a powerful weapon left by the god Shamash called Pantheon in the very mines that they were working in. Going in by himself with what little bread and water he had, he explored the mines for six days and six nights… only for him to find an altar. There, a sword was plunged deep into the ground with ancient carvings of an old civilization. The blade of the sword, however, was untouched by time. Pulling out the blade, Gwyn suddenly fell unconscious, only to awaken shortly after outside of the mines to find that his village had been destroyed. The women placed on pikes, the men burned in a bonfire, and all the supplies being devoured by the hungry pigs.
Facing him, the bandits, laughed as they saw the sword and pointed their guns at his direction and began walking towards him. Something inside of him was burning, and he could feel that his body wanted to move on its own… which he allowed. He took a stance, and swung the blade… only for a gunshot to be heard a moment later, and for him to blackout.
When he next woke up, he found himself in a bed, with a nice woman tending to him and his wounds. Gwyn had asked him where he was at and what had happened, and she told him. Apparently while the woman was traveling with an escort, she came across the ravaged village and saw the scorched bodies of the raiders, and him wielding Pantheon. She decided to take him with him and tended to him wounds to hear his side of the story.
From then on, Gwyn lived with the woman to repay his debt by learning to serve as a guard and a royal escort, before deciding to go off on his own to protect those who can’t protect themselves as to prevent what had happened to his village. He was going to be the sword of the people… a sword of justice that would cut down evil.
I am so calling dibs on Saber!
Master will be up shortly.
Master will be up shortly.
"The End of Kalameet?"
He endured.
Something impossible before the impossible. An ability that couldn't be done was performed and was done. Death is something that could never touch him, even if it wanted to. To remove Creation, Time, and End from itself would be an error in of itself; for removing Creation, Time, and End, would remove everything else, effectively killing off anything else. An error. A tiny, tiny small error.
Death of Creation.
Death of Time.
Death of End.
Nothing?
No. There could be nothing for that would be the end, and if that was the end then there could not be no such thing as the death of end. An error was present, even if it was the slightest error, it still gave him something before the death god could kill him inside of this madness that was present.
A way to escape presented itself to him.
He slowed timed to a fraction of itself, and in that instant he summoned a wall that could hold the gaze of the death god for another fraction of a second, before placing a marker around him and the wall.
"L-"
He died as he muttered the beginning of a word... only for time itself to reset itself. He could feel his being tear back and forth from the Throne of Heroes and The Holy Grail.
"-an-"
Again, he died. This time it was far more crueler than before, the pain far harsher... only for time to reset once again.
"-ce"
Another death had happened. He lost count of how many deaths he had faced before thinking of the plan to bring forth the weapon that he was now bringing forth from the vault of Creation.
"of"
Was it the thirtieth.. or was it perhaps the sixtieth? All that he knew was that he had to keep on despite how much madness and pain was being inflicted upon him.
"Lo-"
Again it happened. To die over and over again in a loop. He started to want it... to crave it... to just stop refreshing the marker and allow himself to die.
"-ng-"
But he kept on. He continued to move his body despite how much it was burning and killing him... despite the immense pain that was surging through him and screaming at him to kneel over like a dog a die.
"-i-"
He ignored his body's cries. Despite his cruelties, there was one thing that he cherished more than anything. As the first being... he wasn't out about to be outdone by some cheap trick like this.
"-NUS!"
And then, it shattered. The Reality Marble. The God of Death. The countless cycle of deaths... Everything was shattered.
The only thing that remained, was a bright light.
"Return"
Kalameet returned to where he was previously at, inside of the church and before Caster on top of his ship which was now incapable of moving, or doing anything for that matter.
"That was quite the hell you put me through, Caster, but it reminded me why I should never let me guard down," he said as he walked towards Caster, twirling the lance in his hands with great skill. As he approached the now frozen Caster, he grinned at him. "Curious as to why your cheap little trick didn't work on me? It's simple... The Lance of Longinus cancels any Noble Phantasm, Magic, Protection and other things... it's a very, very valuable Noble Phantasm, my most prized one if I do say so myself. Although, you do know of its true ability, no?" he said before repeating the same scenario as before, except for this time, he killed Syndra, and then pierced Caster straight through the heart, "the ability to erase one's existence forever and prevent their summoning... goodbye, Caster... for good this time."
Just as before, he cut off his link with the rest of the Masters andhis four brothers vanished as he hopped down back onto land, before he began strolling towards the church, and fixed the once broken wall with a quick flick of his finger.
"All done, my dear. Shall we wait for our next guests?" he said without a care as he took a seat upon his normal chair... acting as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, and as if it wasn't that big of a deal, or a huge concern for that matter. The maiden however, just stood there, tears flowing from her eyes as she fell to her knees and whimpered at what Kalameet had just done.
A repeat of what she had feared, had happened. Another hero, had been erased.
He endured.
Something impossible before the impossible. An ability that couldn't be done was performed and was done. Death is something that could never touch him, even if it wanted to. To remove Creation, Time, and End from itself would be an error in of itself; for removing Creation, Time, and End, would remove everything else, effectively killing off anything else. An error. A tiny, tiny small error.
Death of Creation.
Death of Time.
Death of End.
Nothing?
No. There could be nothing for that would be the end, and if that was the end then there could not be no such thing as the death of end. An error was present, even if it was the slightest error, it still gave him something before the death god could kill him inside of this madness that was present.
A way to escape presented itself to him.
He slowed timed to a fraction of itself, and in that instant he summoned a wall that could hold the gaze of the death god for another fraction of a second, before placing a marker around him and the wall.
"L-"
He died as he muttered the beginning of a word... only for time itself to reset itself. He could feel his being tear back and forth from the Throne of Heroes and The Holy Grail.
"-an-"
Again, he died. This time it was far more crueler than before, the pain far harsher... only for time to reset once again.
"-ce"
Another death had happened. He lost count of how many deaths he had faced before thinking of the plan to bring forth the weapon that he was now bringing forth from the vault of Creation.
"of"
Was it the thirtieth.. or was it perhaps the sixtieth? All that he knew was that he had to keep on despite how much madness and pain was being inflicted upon him.
"Lo-"
Again it happened. To die over and over again in a loop. He started to want it... to crave it... to just stop refreshing the marker and allow himself to die.
"-ng-"
But he kept on. He continued to move his body despite how much it was burning and killing him... despite the immense pain that was surging through him and screaming at him to kneel over like a dog a die.
"-i-"
He ignored his body's cries. Despite his cruelties, there was one thing that he cherished more than anything. As the first being... he wasn't out about to be outdone by some cheap trick like this.
"-NUS!"
And then, it shattered. The Reality Marble. The God of Death. The countless cycle of deaths... Everything was shattered.
The only thing that remained, was a bright light.
"Return"
Kalameet returned to where he was previously at, inside of the church and before Caster on top of his ship which was now incapable of moving, or doing anything for that matter.
"That was quite the hell you put me through, Caster, but it reminded me why I should never let me guard down," he said as he walked towards Caster, twirling the lance in his hands with great skill. As he approached the now frozen Caster, he grinned at him. "Curious as to why your cheap little trick didn't work on me? It's simple... The Lance of Longinus cancels any Noble Phantasm, Magic, Protection and other things... it's a very, very valuable Noble Phantasm, my most prized one if I do say so myself. Although, you do know of its true ability, no?" he said before repeating the same scenario as before, except for this time, he killed Syndra, and then pierced Caster straight through the heart, "the ability to erase one's existence forever and prevent their summoning... goodbye, Caster... for good this time."
Just as before, he cut off his link with the rest of the Masters andhis four brothers vanished as he hopped down back onto land, before he began strolling towards the church, and fixed the once broken wall with a quick flick of his finger.
"All done, my dear. Shall we wait for our next guests?" he said without a care as he took a seat upon his normal chair... acting as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, and as if it wasn't that big of a deal, or a huge concern for that matter. The maiden however, just stood there, tears flowing from her eyes as she fell to her knees and whimpered at what Kalameet had just done.
A repeat of what she had feared, had happened. Another hero, had been erased.
With a sigh, Kalameet appeared behind Caster, as his entire being froze, along with the mighty ship that they were on.
"I should have expected something like this to happen so early on," spoke Kalameet as he placed his hand on Caster's shoulder and grinned silently. "You do know how foolish that was of you, don't you?" With a bitter smile, he began to laugh as he placed his hand on Caster's finger, and slowly bent it in the opposite direction, breaking the bones as he heard the maiden below calling out to him.
"That's enough! Your duties as Overseer is to watch and observe, not to do something like this!" shouted the maiden with more emotion than she has ever shown before.
"As the Overseer, it is my duty to punish those who are foolish to take shortcuts, such as slaying the one who is in charge of things. Those who heed my voice," murmured Kalameet as he snapped his fingers, and as the Command Seals on everyone began to burn violently, before showing them the image of what was he doing with Caster, "take this as a warning. I will not hesitate to cut you down if you so dare to do anything stupid like this man, who just attempted to have me kill myself by the will of Akasha itself..." laughing a bit, he ripped off a finger from Caster's hand, before tossing it off the side of the ship.
"STOP IT!" roared the maiden as she screamed at him, tears almost forming in her eyes as she cried for him to halt.
"I should cut out your tongue... but that would be too easy to silence you..." he continued to say as he ripped finger after finger from Caster's hand until not a single one remained on his right hand. Letting out another twisted laugh, Kalameet grabbed the silly Caster by his head, before murmuring to him. "You're probably wondering why I didn't kill myself, did you? Well, that's fairly simple. What is unknown to death, nor known by life? Yet grants life, and causes death? What is something that you cannot ever touch or reach, yet will always be there no matter how long you deny it? What is it that will always be there, slowly eating away at you, even after the gods have died, and allowed Akasha itself to flourish and grow? Tell me, do you know, silly Caster?"
"Well... It's simple; the answer is time. What I am, however, is the very concept of that, but on a whole other scale. I am the Ragnarok that ended the gods, the Armageddon that brought about the end of days... I am the Harbinger of the End and Beginning... while some have also called me Judgment itself... but, in truth, however, none of that is my real name, or who I really am."
"I... am actually the fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse; Time, Creation, and End. I am the one who will live when there is none, who will create when there is nothing, and will end when the time of judgment has come. That, my silly friend, is who I am," said the Overseer as he slammed Caster into the ship, and as four other figures appeared behind him, including the Plagued Knight. "Ah, you four are back, and so soon at that!"
"Yes, elder brother," the four other horsemen said in harmony as they looked at Caster. "What shall we do with his Master, brother?" spat Pestilence and Conquest through his sickly helm as he coughed more diseases from his body.
"Cut off the hand that contains the command seals, and I'll leave her with one on her other arm. I feel bad for the poor thing, but the Servant should listen to the Master... not the other way around... Let that go as a warning for those of you listening who dare to do anything stupid as well, for my brothers and I will hunt you down," he said to those via the Command Seal link. Pestilence and Conquest, who was still recovering from his battle against Lancer, groaned a bit before going into the insides of the ship, before a few screams could be heard. Moments later, he returned with Syndra in one arm, and her severed arm in the other hand. With a sigh, he gave the girl another Command Seal on her still attached arm, before having Pestilence and Conquest throw her next to Caster. Cutting off his link with the rest of the Masters, his four brothers vanished as he hopped down back onto land, before strolling towards the church, and fixing the once broken wall with a quick flick of his finger.
"All done, my dear. Shall we wait for our next guests?" he said without a care as he took a seat upon his normal chair... acting as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, and as if it wasn't that big of a deal, or a huge concern for that matter. The maiden however, just stood there, tears flowing from her eyes as she fell to her knees and whimpered at what Kalameet had just done.
"I should have expected something like this to happen so early on," spoke Kalameet as he placed his hand on Caster's shoulder and grinned silently. "You do know how foolish that was of you, don't you?" With a bitter smile, he began to laugh as he placed his hand on Caster's finger, and slowly bent it in the opposite direction, breaking the bones as he heard the maiden below calling out to him.
"That's enough! Your duties as Overseer is to watch and observe, not to do something like this!" shouted the maiden with more emotion than she has ever shown before.
"As the Overseer, it is my duty to punish those who are foolish to take shortcuts, such as slaying the one who is in charge of things. Those who heed my voice," murmured Kalameet as he snapped his fingers, and as the Command Seals on everyone began to burn violently, before showing them the image of what was he doing with Caster, "take this as a warning. I will not hesitate to cut you down if you so dare to do anything stupid like this man, who just attempted to have me kill myself by the will of Akasha itself..." laughing a bit, he ripped off a finger from Caster's hand, before tossing it off the side of the ship.
"STOP IT!" roared the maiden as she screamed at him, tears almost forming in her eyes as she cried for him to halt.
"I should cut out your tongue... but that would be too easy to silence you..." he continued to say as he ripped finger after finger from Caster's hand until not a single one remained on his right hand. Letting out another twisted laugh, Kalameet grabbed the silly Caster by his head, before murmuring to him. "You're probably wondering why I didn't kill myself, did you? Well, that's fairly simple. What is unknown to death, nor known by life? Yet grants life, and causes death? What is something that you cannot ever touch or reach, yet will always be there no matter how long you deny it? What is it that will always be there, slowly eating away at you, even after the gods have died, and allowed Akasha itself to flourish and grow? Tell me, do you know, silly Caster?"
"Well... It's simple; the answer is time. What I am, however, is the very concept of that, but on a whole other scale. I am the Ragnarok that ended the gods, the Armageddon that brought about the end of days... I am the Harbinger of the End and Beginning... while some have also called me Judgment itself... but, in truth, however, none of that is my real name, or who I really am."
"I... am actually the fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse; Time, Creation, and End. I am the one who will live when there is none, who will create when there is nothing, and will end when the time of judgment has come. That, my silly friend, is who I am," said the Overseer as he slammed Caster into the ship, and as four other figures appeared behind him, including the Plagued Knight. "Ah, you four are back, and so soon at that!"
"Yes, elder brother," the four other horsemen said in harmony as they looked at Caster. "What shall we do with his Master, brother?" spat Pestilence and Conquest through his sickly helm as he coughed more diseases from his body.
"Cut off the hand that contains the command seals, and I'll leave her with one on her other arm. I feel bad for the poor thing, but the Servant should listen to the Master... not the other way around... Let that go as a warning for those of you listening who dare to do anything stupid as well, for my brothers and I will hunt you down," he said to those via the Command Seal link. Pestilence and Conquest, who was still recovering from his battle against Lancer, groaned a bit before going into the insides of the ship, before a few screams could be heard. Moments later, he returned with Syndra in one arm, and her severed arm in the other hand. With a sigh, he gave the girl another Command Seal on her still attached arm, before having Pestilence and Conquest throw her next to Caster. Cutting off his link with the rest of the Masters, his four brothers vanished as he hopped down back onto land, before strolling towards the church, and fixing the once broken wall with a quick flick of his finger.
"All done, my dear. Shall we wait for our next guests?" he said without a care as he took a seat upon his normal chair... acting as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, and as if it wasn't that big of a deal, or a huge concern for that matter. The maiden however, just stood there, tears flowing from her eyes as she fell to her knees and whimpered at what Kalameet had just done.
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Very much accepted due to discussing things beforehand!
"Kalameet"
A crooked smile emerged on Kalameet's face as the ship broke through his chapel's wall. "You know... there is a door, right? Like... it was literally right there a few feet in that direction. You couldn't park, get out of your damn thing, and open the doors like a normal person? You had to instead break the walls of this holy place?"
"Oh... so now you care about the church," murmured the maiden as she giggled a bit.
"I care when it isn't me doing the disrespecting! Anyway... Well, this is... kinda messed up, I would offer you refreshments, but I find you to be a bit of a bastard." Sighing a bit, before running his hand through his hair, The Overseer folded his arms and looked over at Caster. "What is it that you want from me, Servant of the Caster class?"
A crooked smile emerged on Kalameet's face as the ship broke through his chapel's wall. "You know... there is a door, right? Like... it was literally right there a few feet in that direction. You couldn't park, get out of your damn thing, and open the doors like a normal person? You had to instead break the walls of this holy place?"
"Oh... so now you care about the church," murmured the maiden as she giggled a bit.
"I care when it isn't me doing the disrespecting! Anyway... Well, this is... kinda messed up, I would offer you refreshments, but I find you to be a bit of a bastard." Sighing a bit, before running his hand through his hair, The Overseer folded his arms and looked over at Caster. "What is it that you want from me, Servant of the Caster class?"
'Syndra'
"I...I see," murmured the elven girl as she watched the man casually talk about some rather nonsensical stuff that she had no idea about. Her ears twitch with every odd word, but what she did know was that this man was dead set on making her the protagonist of his book no matter what, despite the trouble it may cause them.
"You know-" Her words were interrupted as a sudden construct began to form itself within a mighty luminescent flash of light. It was... a flying ship of sorts, one that the girl had never seen before. A bright smile emerged upon her lips before she let loose a childish laughter filled with glee before running towards the ship. Hopping onto it with her bare feet, she danced around a bit on top of it like a child stepping foot into a candy store for the very first time.
This was something she had only read of in stories and fairy-tales, yet here something like this was was real and in reality... beneath her very own feet.
"Caster... this is amazing... Another one of your powers I take it...? Simply stunning!" she exclaimed loudly as she twirled and danced around the deck of the ship. "Let's be on our way to the Church and attend to your business in return for showing me this great thing!"
"I...I see," murmured the elven girl as she watched the man casually talk about some rather nonsensical stuff that she had no idea about. Her ears twitch with every odd word, but what she did know was that this man was dead set on making her the protagonist of his book no matter what, despite the trouble it may cause them.
"You know-" Her words were interrupted as a sudden construct began to form itself within a mighty luminescent flash of light. It was... a flying ship of sorts, one that the girl had never seen before. A bright smile emerged upon her lips before she let loose a childish laughter filled with glee before running towards the ship. Hopping onto it with her bare feet, she danced around a bit on top of it like a child stepping foot into a candy store for the very first time.
This was something she had only read of in stories and fairy-tales, yet here something like this was was real and in reality... beneath her very own feet.
"Caster... this is amazing... Another one of your powers I take it...? Simply stunning!" she exclaimed loudly as she twirled and danced around the deck of the ship. "Let's be on our way to the Church and attend to your business in return for showing me this great thing!"
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Hrm... I will have to see about that actually. Haven't given much thought about that to be honest.
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