GreenGoat

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Frederika Bernstein
Rich District -> Historical District.

---

"Nnngh... Why do I keep getting these bad feelings?"

It was a busy day, particularly the ritual to bind a god in her favour. The food was prepared well, the young boy they bribed with a lot of pocket money to stay silent until a certain part of the ritual did relatively well, even if he almost stuttered during the last part. But, Zeus or perhaps a smaller part of him, did answer, and did give her his blessings, and promises for more. She was hoping for Mars or Ares, but at least no other gods answered the call; the grimoire recorded within the crest did have any mention of summoning only select gods after all. She could have just as easily attracted Sekmet who may or may not offer more insiduous blessings.

In any case, the fortifying of the mansion was well underway now, thanks to the combined efforts of all the mages staying there. But that chill, that feeling, never left her. There was that feeling of being watched, of something in the shadows gazing into her, as if boring a hole into her very soul.

Be on guard Lancer.

Frederika moved as naturally as possible, making small talk with the two mages beside her, as they made their way there. On her back was a backpack, filled with everything they need. There were rumours that the historical district was a burial ground, but with the ritual she would perform on it, they will find out for sure.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Lancer Ajax
Apartment 13B, Oakfield Apartment Building, Downtown[

---

Ajax accepted the drink, and without further ado, simply popped the top off with her hands.

Drinking it however, her face scrunched up at the taste. Some sort of beer, instead of fine wine. Truly the drink of barbarians. Was she to be treated as second class even here? Even without the likes of Achilles or Odysseus present? It was no matter; Ajax would still fight to the best of her ability.

"Hmph... This will do."

"So hi! I'm Liliana Mortensen, I'm 23 years old, and my hobbies are reading, drinking tea, and making weapons that could make your insides come outside! What's your name?"

"I am Ajax. Lancer class." Her eyes glanced about the place, and at her own Master. "I assume you are to be my Master?"

This house... was not her Master's, made obvious by the way she acted and treated the things inside it. Just by observing her conduct, Ajax could already deduce that her Master was not one who had any sort of morals or honor as she knew it. Not that she would say that out loud; she simply did not see what it would change if she did.

"Then, if you are to be my Master, I pledge my shield and spear to you, in this War." Bowing her impressive frame slightly, Ajax gave her Master a serious gaze. "What do we first, Master?"

---

Frederika Bernstein
Rich District, Old Mansion.

---

Rika was, unsurprisingly, rather wide eyed at the... figure before her.

This could never be Tristan, but rather some sort of rogue knight, judging from his attire. Was there ever such a dirty looking knight in the Round Table? Gareth? Bedivere? Lancelot perhaps? While she could, perhaps, believe it was simply one of them in field combat gears that was well worn, Rika had no idea where that horn came in. The catalyst she used was definitely, absolutely a piece of Cortana, Tristan's sword, so for it to summon a hobo looking knight was unthinkable. Who else had held and wielded that sword, beside Tristan?

Shaking off her shock, Rika attempted to look as dignified as she could, showing off the crest with a slight blush.

"Welcome, Sir Knight, and thank you, for answering my call." She bowed, before standing straight again. "I am Frederika Bernstein, and yes, I am to be your Master."

A solid Servant, from what she could see of his stats. But... now Rika had a mountain of things to prepare afterwards, as well as preparations that needed to be altered, considering she had banked on getting an Archer for a Servant.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Lancer Ajax
Apartment 13B, Oakfield Apartment Building, Downtown

---

A call to war, to battle, to glory once again pulled her, into another conflict. This time however, the battle was personal.

Following the pull, the call, the thread that awakened her, Ajax materialized on to the magic circle, her large stature starting to become more apparent as her figure rose from the circle.

The woman could only be called gigantic in stature, as she stretched for a moment, before looking down at the small figure staring up at her. The armor cladding the figure only served to highlight their massive difference in size. The floorboards creaked as Ajax glanced around, before her eyes settled on the boy, sleeping and unharmed.

"So?"

Ignoring what the small woman said, Ajax sat upon the couch, which seemed to bow under her and her armor's weight. It was a truly comfortable thing, but from the boy on the floor, and from the looks of things, this wasn't really her summoner's couch, or home for that matter. But before she asked about that... Formalities must come first.

"Where are the drinks?"

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Frederica Bernstein
Rich District, Old Mansion.

---

Long before the sun even rose up, they worked quickly, partly to avoid peering eyes, and partly because they just arrived and needed to do it as quickly as possible before the sun rose up. Or before anyone knocked down their door and stabbed Frederica.

A large mansion, complete with a large garden, a complete heated indoor pool, and even a grand hall for any sort of future reception. Its age only seemed to increase its grandeur, its quiet air of dignity, that was certainly marred by the rather harried looking new owner.

"Master, do not fret so much. A young lady shouldn't puff and fret like that." A tall woman, wearing a stereotypical french maid outfit spoke, as Rika looked frantically through a box. Blue eyes gazed with amusement through black hair as Rika inevitably stumbled onto the ground in her haste. The woman seemed to bear not even a trace of fatigue.

"Matilda? W-what are you even doing in that outfit?" Rika stood up, looking around. The mages that followed her was quickly setting up the place, some placing enchanted stones to make a bounded field, some making traps, and even some that was just unpacking their things into the mansion. "This is no time for jokes. I, the current Bernstein Library, has been chosen to participate in a Grail War. I don't even want to be in this!"

"Then, why don't you quit? I'm sure the mediator wo-"

"Then I'd be ridiculed forever as a coward! No, I'll fight to stay alive. I'll keep the library alive even if I have to die!"

Matilda dearly wanted to point out the library would die with her if she did that, but refrained. Rika was just too distraught to even be thinking of anything else right now.

***

In the empty wine cellar, an impromptu circle was made, as Frederica took in a deep breath.

By now, parts of the mansion were already cleaned up and ready for use, and a few of them had already went out to buy the food and wine needed for a ritual, as well as looking for an intelligent young boy to serve as their helper during that.

Sighing, she started the chant for the servant summoning. A bareboned ritual, considering the Grail itself will handle most of the actual summoning. But... she did have a trump for this, something that made her confident enough to join the war. A piece of Tristan's sword, one of the Knight of the Round. An archer peerless during his time, he should be strong enough to take down any opponents they face in this war. Rika could almost feel sorry for her oppositions.

"Then, those who would heed my words, my orders, to be my sword, my shield, answer my call, from the rings of restraints!"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

B͏͠҉er̶̕ş̶e͝rk̀ę́r͏ ̶̧G̀̕í͟͝l̸le҉s̛ ̀D̷͢e̢ ͡Ra̷̡͞is̢͘
Foreigner's Lowlands

---

The sheer amount of rage he was experiencing was gone, as if switching off a lamp, when Gilles managed to finally defeat those two Lyaeus. There was only pain. Pain and the terrible realization of the memories flooding back, through Prelati's Encouragement of him during that mad moment. It seemed that his friend's encouragement brought him strength, but at the cost of reliving his live again and again, the memories vivid as if it happened just yesterday.

He collapsed upon the bloody field, left over by the severance of his men from him, the flames seemingly trying to consume his entire self now.

Thats... right.. The Maiden... Jeanne... she was burnt to death... I am sorry...

Jeanne...

***

A lake of blood, knee deep, barely concealing the bodies strewn within. A hand, stretched out for help that never came. He stood alone in the lake, soaked in blood, soaked in the regret and pain of his victims. All these deaths... but what had they done?

"You know very well what they had done! This fate, they brought it upon themselves!" The him that was from the future spoke, rising from the blood as if the blood itself had formed him. Anguish, rage, regret and most of all, sorrow, was apparent within his future self's features, even clad and partly hidden with the cloak he wore. "To betray their own saviour, to turn upon one who hath sacrificed her all for them! Even abandoned by the very God she devoted herself to!"

That was right.

For the very person he had thought to be the proof of God's existence, for that gentle smile, that hand that held the flag they fought under, for that brilliance to be snuffed by the ugly jealousy of the people.

"But yet... they were the reason you fought in the first place, wasn't it?" A voice, from a young boy, wearing armor that looked a bit too big for him, and a sword that didn't look as if it was drawn for battle much. "Don't you remember? You were just sixteen at the time, before you took up the sword for the first time against the English?"

That too was right.

He was the boy before him, untouched by the blood, pale, tall, and scrawny. But he had taken up the sword for France. He was trying his best for the people under him, yet always felt inadequate, until she came. The Holy Maiden, Jeanne d'Arc, the flag bearer who turned the tides of the war. But her end... shook him to his very core. It was as if God had just abandoned them.

"God may have abandoned her. But you did not! WE did not! Our loyalty lies with Jeanne! WE SWORE TO PROTECT HER!"

"That is right. We have not abandoned her. Nor will we abandon the world now. What will Jeanne say if you neglected the very people you fought to protect? This may not be France, but the people are the same. Mothers, fathers... children whose future still lies bright."

The boy inhaled, before bellowing at him, a slight vein appearing on his forehead.

"Are you going to abandon the people again, Gilles de Rais!? Will you turn a blind eye to everything Jeanne fought for!?"

***

"UUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!"

The flames seemed to gather in his hand as his cape rematerialized, seemingly made of some writhing fleshy material, still burning intensely with a strange purple flame. His hand held out, it materialized not his banner, but a horrifying staff of flesh, bone, and teeth, appearing out of the flames in his hand. Bringing himself to his feet, he held up the staff, the chanting and fluttering deep within him reaching a crescendo, as if angered by the mere presence of the Lyaeuses, drawing in energy from the other side.

Several eyes appeared from the staff's top, jerking around as if glancing at everything, before each of the seven eyes paused, glaring at the different Lyaeuses nearby. Each one transfixed upon a different target, the staff channeled eldritch energy from the other side, a beam of brilliant light sparking from each eye upon their targets.

"Masters!" Gilles bellowed. "Servants! All those that would oppose these things, these creatures that would destroy us and the world! Let us strike upon its heart! Let us march towards the source!"

A cry for action, for them to march under his banner. Yet even if none came to his aid, he would march alone, full of convictions as Jeanne did. Even if he was to be deemed a heretic, even if he was to be burned by hellfire, this, at least he would do.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker(?) Gilles de Rais
Foreigner's Lowlands

---

"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Memories of a friend, that outstretched hand, a boy too young to hold a weapon, that maiden's smile.

The veins upon his forehead seemed ready to pop from the sheer rage he was experiencing. He could not, WILL NOT, be defeated by such creatures! Bad feelings or not, divine or not, he will struggle and roar against the very heavens until these things were torn apart. With such feelings came strength, a voice, power within his limbs that he did not expect.

Memories of a friend, that outstretched hand, a boy too young to hold a weapon, that maiden's cry.

Power, encouragement from an old friend, yet he was not trying to escape. Or rather, they went too close to him, in his state of mind, where upon nothing would be above consideration. No tactic would be too bold, too brash. His mind hurts, but he cannot stop now. Gilles did not escape the Lyaeus, but instead grabbed it with all his newfound might.

Memories of a dear friend, that limp hand, a boy too young to fight, that maiden's cry.

"Hear me, my loyal servants, for our victory is at hand! We attack them with all our might! IT IS THE MARSHALL'S ORDER! IT IS THE MARSHALL'S SIEGE ORDER!"

An army appeared, large enough to cover the field, a besieging force that brought a large amount of cannons. But... Each soldier, whereas they looked normal yet slightly off before, now was visibly cracking in their shape. Unbroken, but truly odd, with some warping into mind bending shapes. Their weapons had visible tentacles upon it, though it retained their shapes. It took but the instant the Noble Phantasm to be called, for the army to appear, and in that instant attack, numerous cannons firing not only upon Gilles's position and the other Lyaeuses near him, but any other within cannon range due to the sheer number of cannons summoned.

But yet, within, an action parallel to Gilles' was also taking place, the fluttering of pages and the chanting taking on an ominous tone, as if feeling threatened. The visions of impossible shapes was but a flash, as it seemed to call out, crying for attention.

Flaming tentacles burst out of Gilles, as if in response to the fluttering and chanting. One shot out towards the silent Lyaeus, stretching to impossible burning lengths, as several wrapped around the one nearest to him, trying to crush it within its burning grasp with terrible strength.

Memories of a dear friend, a decayed hand, a boy too young to fight back, that maiden's crackling upon the fire.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Foreigner's Lowlands.

---

For a moment, he looked stunned, his men bursting into pools of blood, the sheer number of them bursting at the same time, turning the land into what seemed to be a lake of blood.

"You..."

An offered hand, that soldier too young to be holding a sword, the blonde maiden that lead them.

"You you you you!"

A smile, that maiden's smile, the warmth of that circle, the men that followed.

"YOU YOU YOU! YOU DEMON! CUR! POXY FLEAS UPON THE BACKSIDE OF A DOG!" Gilles bellowed, veins popping out on his temple from sheer rage, tears streaming down his face. "UNFORGIVABLE! SUCH VILLAINY SHALL NOT GO UNANSWERED! THE LIVES OF MY MEN SHALL BE AVENGED!"

Droning, fluttering of pages, chanting deep within even as he acted.

Cthugha, embrace mine skin...

Gilles' cloak started sporting a shining point, moving into a shining line, before flames appeared, more and more of those shining points appearing, burning away his cloak. Fire, cloaking his body in stead of the purple cloth, swirled around him, levitating him but for a few inches off the ground. A flame unnatural, even watching the cloak sent twangs of pain through one's mind, as if clawing one's very thoughts. The price of this was readily apparent, for it did not fully protect the wearer from its own effect, as it seemed to burn Gilles' skin. Though he seemed to be constantly regenerating, the pain was still there. Magic, abilities from a side almost incomprehensible, operating under a different law.

While not even close to the speed Achilles reached, Gilles was, by no means, slow, but the cloak of fire seemed to accelerate him far beyond his normal abilities as he charged screaming at the two monsters, swinging his weapon wildly.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Mage Rika

Name: Frederika Bernstein

Title(s): None

Appearance:

Appearance

Her family's crest lies upon her chest, and the Command Seals just above it. She tends to wear loose clothing, and short skirts.

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause:Open
Her official rank as far as the Magus Association was concerned, granted as a way for them to encourage her to be more involved with them. While she has good mastery over her family's craft to warrant this title, she does not do well in other fields, and thus this rank was little more than just a title.

Objective for the Grail: "Why am I in this? I just want a quiet life!"

Command Seal: An equilateral triangle separated at the middle point of each line, with a point at only the right side of each broken line.

Personality: Seemingly the stoic, silent type, she was more shy than anything else, unable to really muster up the courage to speak to more than one person at a time. Even then she would just as likely to deflate trying to speak to them. However, this did not mean she was submissive when it came to something she believed in, being rather headstrong if she truly believed in something, nor will she simply give up if she believed she needed to do something. A headstrong, but rather shy person, this would inevitably mean she tends to run off on her own. This did not mean she was averse to cooperating with another however, just that she finds it hard to even speak to people. If she truly needed to, she can and will work as best she could with another, though she still might find it hard to even speak to them.

Bio: Her family had always been the reclusive types, though they were known to the Mage's Association, thus she had lived in Germany for as long as she knew, learning her family's secrets and memorizing all the different rituals, the techniques involved in the rituals themselves and even how to condense them. After that, she was supposed to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors before her; travelling around the world to find more to research and assimilate into their craft. They believed that some day they will be able to reach the Root should they manage to fabricate a ritual that allowed them to do so.

Considering her family's goals, she did not really engage in anything much that was exciting, like a mage versus mage duel and the likes, until she encountered Executors hunting Dead Apostles. Even then, her involvement in that incident was limited to sheltering the Executors and devising traps for them to use.

Perhaps it was just as well, for she, like most of her family, had no real interest in getting involved with the politics of the outside world, much less the politics going on in the Mages' Association. Until, of course, she travelled to America, seeking to research and catalogue the shamans there, and got inevitably pulled into a Grail War without even realising it.

---

Magic Circuit Switch: A water droplet falling upon a pool, rippling outwards.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

---

Elemental Affinity: Water

Magecraft:
Formalcraft: A variety of Formalcrafts, ranging from ones passed down and recorded from ancient times to ones the Bernstein family had developed themselves. A simple one could simply be taking a bundle of hair, invoking a name and blowing upon them, while the more complex can take up to a day in incantation alone. One of her best rituals involves absorbing all the prana in the environment and amplify it for further use, depending on what else she drew upon the circle. More often than not, she would usually use that to power something else, though that was rare, considering her relatively peaceful life. Due to their focus in this, her family had streamlined many of these rituals to be far less time consuming, allowing he to enact even more elaborate rituals using just a few people or even with just herself.

General Magecraft: The basic of the basics.

High speed aria: Allows for faster casting, especially in her family's craft.

Item Creation: Due to their focus, it was hard not to dip into this area considering the myriads of rituals that involves making or enchanting an item.

Curses: Many rituals also involved these sorts of things, like hammering a straw doll tied with the hair of the target of the curse with a large nail. Thus, she has knowledge of this as well.

Crest: Near a thousand years old, it was mostly a collection of rituals, transcribed from foreign grimoires, lists of improvements and a few practical spells like Gandr. Thus, it acts mostly as a library of information for her when activated. A catalogue of spells and rituals her family had collected over generations essentially. Has a portion of its library sealed off. It was no trouble for her to unseal it, but there was several of her ancestors who went mad after unsealing it, before sealing it back with a warning to never open it. It became a sort of a family tradition that the crest would be inherited with words of warning about that sealed section. Trying to access while it was still sealed only gave her a warning and the words "That is not dead which can eternal lie."

Weapon: An Azoth sword, fashioned to look like a 14th century style cruciform sword, with the gem in the hilt. It becomes a sword only when it is activated, otherwise, it will be a gemmed hilt with no blade. A jade bracelet, designed to generate lines out of whatever she fed it, whether it be into specific shapes or just plain lines, or even just be lines she can control and manipulate.

Exceptional Benefit:
Support Magi- 10 average magi follows her, subordinates that served her family. Some are here to exchange their services for learning some of their long list of rituals.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Lancer Ajax

Ajax the Great

Name: Telamonius Ajax

Title(s): Ajax the Greater, Bulwark of the Achaens.

Class: Lancer

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: unknown

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Catalyst: A fragment of her shield.

Personality: A silent, slow speaking warrior, who hides her intelligence behind a facade of being a muscle head. Slow to anger, but fervent in action, she matches the description of an unstoppable wall often used to describe her. She is however, very prideful, being confident in her own abilities, and not without good reason. A warrior of deep burning passion beneath calm icy exterior.

Bio: The great Greek warrior that followed Agamemnon to siege Troy, large in stature, second only to Achilles himself, but only in being faster than she was. In the Trojan war, she fought off many opponents, even almost beating down Hector himself, if not for the intervention of the gods. Such was her might, that she managed to hold off an entire army by herself, wielding only an enormous pole.

However, when Achilles fell, Odesseus won the rights to his armor, which Ajax resented greatly, thinking he had tricked her out of her rightful prize. For indeed, in her mind there was no one else who could truly say they were strong enough to truly be worthy of Achilles' armaments. Foolishly she turned to drinking, and deep in her cup, slayed a flock of sheep. Feeling remorse and regret at what she had done as well as the dual dishonor upon her, she fell upon her own sword and took her life.

Weapon: Spear and the shield, or she might use the sword given to her by Hector after their duel.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B+

Agility: B

Mana: D

Luck: D

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: C
Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Personal Skills:
Bulwark of the Achaens: -
A personal skill derived from the feats she performed, it allows for her to utilize her usual fighting methods under incredible odds, powering her up the more dire a situation is. As the Bulwark of the Achaens, she was expected to be the 'Shield' that protects all of Greece. Thus, with all the expectations of her to 'Protect', she boasts high defensive qualities normally.

Eye of the Mind(False): B
Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

Projectile (Spears): B+
Without accounting for her own strength, allows for throwing objects with force rivaling modern weapons in destructive power. When throwing "spears" in particular, a correction is made.

Battle Continuation: B
As someone who can be stubborn as a mule, it encompasses her sheer bullheadedness and unwillingness to die even if she was killed on the battlefield. Being too stubborn to die sounds exactly like her, many of her comrades would agree.

Noble Phantasm:

Name:Rho Aias

Title: The Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens

Rank: A+

NP Type: Barrier

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: A bronze shield covered in seven layers of oxhide in its normal form, an absolute beast of a shield that many would describe as something Ajax would carry around like a wall. Indeed, with her large stature and its size, it has been used before by Ajax the Lesser as cover, while Ajax the Greater would simply defend him. Even in its base form it possesses immense defensive power. When its full name is released, it can be projected as a large shield with seven petals or seven layers, each having the defensive power of a fortress. A conceptual item that becomes an absolute defense against any projectile, though it may still be used defensively against other sorts of attack. Unless you were the absolute brute that Ajax was, who can and will use it to smash enemies. Especially against throwing weapons, it is extra effective. The shield is synonymous with Lancers body, so it will regenerate over time as long as she still has life. Conversely however, damage done to the shield is reflected on Ajax herself.

The original of the Rho Aias a certain archer copied, and thus far stronger than the fake.

****

Name: Glory of the Unconquered

Title: These Unblemished Hands Grasp Victory

Rank: D

NP Type: Anti Unit

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The undefeated, the unconquered, not once had Ajax been beaten upon the field of battle, nor was she wounded even once. A staggering feat especially considering the Siege of Troy was one the gods took special interest in. Having no assistance from the gods, she performed outstanding feats, almost defeating Hector himself up to holding back an entire army armed with only a large pole. The only one to defeat her was herself and her sorrow.

Her strong desire to be the Shield of Achaea along with her feats of never being reliant on the Gods evolved into a form of grudge. It is a curse that crystallized as her body itself, becoming a distant mimicry of a blessing of immortality. It is incomparable to a gift given from the Gods, but still is a burden of the body. A condition of the mind and body that raise her damage resistance significantly as a form of purge defense. As well, a portion of damage received is converted into magical energy and stamina. After all- Ajax is never "injured". Even if harm is inflicted on her, it is to reach an inevitable victory.

Mage Rika

Name: Frederika Bernstein

Title(s): None

Appearance:

Appearance

Her family's crest lies upon her chest, and the Command Seals just above it. She tends to wear loose clothing, and short skirts.

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Rank: Cause:Open
Her official rank as far as the Magus Association was concerned, granted as a way for them to encourage her to be more involved with them. While she has good mastery over her family's craft to warrant this title, she does not do well in other fields, and thus this rank was little more than just a title.

Objective for the Grail: "Why am I in this? I just want a quiet life!"

Command Seal: An equilateral triangle separated at the middle point of each line, with a point at only the right side of each broken line.

Personality: Seemingly the stoic, silent type, she was more shy than anything else, unable to really muster up the courage to speak to more than one person at a time. Even then she would just as likely to deflate trying to speak to them. However, this did not mean she was submissive when it came to something she believed in, being rather headstrong if she truly believed in something, nor will she simply give up if she believed she needed to do something. A headstrong, but rather shy person, this would inevitably mean she tends to run off on her own. This did not mean she was averse to cooperating with another however, just that she finds it hard to even speak to people. If she truly needed to, she can and will work as best she could with another, though she still might find it hard to even speak to them.

Bio: Her family had always been the reclusive types, though they were known to the Mage's Association, thus she had lived in Germany for as long as she knew, learning her family's secrets and memorizing all the different rituals, the techniques involved in the rituals themselves and even how to condense them. After that, she was supposed to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors before her; travelling around the world to find more to research and assimilate into their craft. They believed that some day they will be able to reach the Root should they manage to fabricate a ritual that allowed them to do so.

Considering her family's goals, she did not really engage in anything much that was exciting, like a mage versus mage duel and the likes, until she encountered Executors hunting Dead Apostles. Even then, her involvement in that incident was limited to sheltering the Executors and devising traps for them to use.

Perhaps it was just as well, for she, like most of her family, had no real interest in getting involved with the politics of the outside world, much less the politics going on in the Mages' Association. Until, of course, she travelled to America, seeking to research and catalogue the shamans there, and got inevitably pulled into a Grail War without even realising it.

---

Magic Circuit Switch: A water droplet falling upon a pool, rippling outwards.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

---

Elemental Affinity: Water

Magecraft:
Formalcraft: A variety of Formalcrafts, ranging from ones passed down and recorded from ancient times to ones the Bernstein family had developed themselves. A simple one could simply be taking a bundle of hair, invoking a name and blowing upon them, while the more complex can take up to a day in incantation alone. One of her best rituals involves absorbing all the prana in the environment and amplify it for further use, depending on what else she drew upon the circle. More often than not, she would usually use that to power something else, though that was rare, considering her relatively peaceful life. Due to their focus in this, her family had streamlined many of these rituals to be far less time consuming, allowing he to enact even more elaborate rituals using just a few people or even with just herself.

General Magecraft: The basic of the basics.

High speed aria: Allows for faster casting, especially in her family's craft.

Item Creation: Due to their focus, it was hard not to dip into this area considering the myriads of rituals that involves making or enchanting an item.

Curses: Many rituals also involved these sorts of things, like hammering a straw doll tied with the hair of the target of the curse with a large nail. Thus, she has knowledge of this as well.

Crest: Near a thousand years old, it was mostly a collection of rituals, transcribed from foreign grimoires, lists of improvements and a few practical spells like Gandr. Thus, it acts mostly as a library of information for her when activated. A catalogue of spells and rituals her family had collected over generations essentially. Has a portion of its library sealed off. It was no trouble for her to unseal it, but there was several of her ancestors who went mad after unsealing it, before sealing it back with a warning to never open it. It became a sort of a family tradition that the crest would be inherited with words of warning about that sealed section. Trying to access while it was still sealed only gave her a warning and the words "That is not dead which can eternal lie."

Weapon: An Azoth sword, fashioned to look like a 14th century style cruciform sword, with the gem in the hilt. It becomes a sword only when it is activated, otherwise, it will be a gemmed hilt with no blade. A jade bracelet, designed to generate lines out of whatever she fed it, whether it be into specific shapes or just plain lines, or even just be lines she can control and manipulate.

Exceptional Benefit:
Support Magi- 10 average magi follows her, subordinates that served her family. Some are here to exchange their services for learning some of their long list of rituals.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Ajax

Ajax the Great

Name: Telamonius Ajax

Title(s): Ajax the Greater, Bulwark of the Achaens.

Class: Lancer

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: unknown

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Catalyst: A fragment of her shield.

Personality: A silent, slow speaking warrior, who hides her intelligence behind a facade of being a muscle head. Slow to anger, but fervent in action, she matches the description of an unstoppable wall often used to describe her. She is however, very prideful, being confident in her own abilities, and not without good reason. A warrior of deep burning passion beneath calm icy exterior.

Bio: The great Greek warrior that followed Agamemnon to siege Troy, large in stature, second only to Achilles himself, but only in being faster than she was. In the Trojan war, she fought off many opponents, even almost beating down Hector himself, if not for the intervention of the gods. Such was her might, that she managed to hold off an entire army by herself, wielding only an enormous pole.

However, when Achilles fell, Odesseus won the rights to his armor, which Ajax resented greatly, thinking he had tricked her out of her rightful prize. For indeed, in her mind there was no one else who could truly say they were strong enough to truly be worthy of Achilles' armaments. Foolishly she turned to drinking, and deep in her cup, slayed a flock of sheep. Feeling remorse and regret at what she had done as well as the dual dishonor upon her, she fell upon her own sword and took her life.

Weapon: Spear and the shield, or she might use the sword given to her by Hector after their duel.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B+

Agility: B

Mana: D

Luck: D

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: C
Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Personal Skills:
Bulwark of the Achaens: -
A personal skill derived from the feats she performed, it allows for her to utilize her usual fighting methods under incredible odds, powering her up the more dire a situation is. As the Bulwark of the Achaens, she was expected to be the 'Shield' that protects all of Greece. Thus, with all the expectations of her to 'Protect', she boasts high defensive qualities normally.

Eye of the Mind(False): B
Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

Projectile (Spears): B+
Without accounting for her own strength, allows for throwing objects with force rivaling modern weapons in destructive power. When throwing "spears" in particular, a correction is made.

Battle Continuation: B
As someone who can be stubborn as a mule, it encompasses her sheer bullheadedness and unwillingness to die even if she was killed on the battlefield. Being too stubborn to die sounds exactly like her, many of her comrades would agree.

Noble Phantasm:

Name:Rho Aias

Title: The Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens

Rank: A+

NP Type: Barrier

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: A bronze shield covered in seven layers of oxhide in its normal form, an absolute beast of a shield that many would describe as something Ajax would carry around like a wall. Indeed, with her large stature and its size, it has been used before by Ajax the Lesser as cover, while Ajax the Greater would simply defend him. Even in its base form it possesses immense defensive power. When its full name is released, it can be projected as a large shield with seven petals or seven layers, each having the defensive power of a fortress. A conceptual item that becomes an absolute defense against any projectile, though it may still be used defensively against other sorts of attack. Unless you were the absolute brute that Ajax was, who can and will use it to smash enemies. Especially against throwing weapons, it is extra effective. The shield is synonymous with Lancers body, so it will regenerate over time as long as she still has life. Conversely however, damage done to the shield is reflected on Ajax herself.

The original of the Rho Aias a certain archer copied, and thus far stronger than the fake.

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Name: Glory of the Unconquered

Title: These Unblemished Hands Grasp Victory

Rank: D

NP Type: Anti Unit

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: The undefeated, the unconquered, not once had Ajax been beaten upon the field of battle, nor was she wounded even once. A staggering feat especially considering the Siege of Troy was one the gods took special interest in. Having no assistance from the gods, she performed outstanding feats, almost defeating Hector himself up to holding back an entire army armed with only a large pole. The only one to defeat her was herself and her sorrow.

Her strong desire to be the Shield of Achaea along with her feats of never being reliant on the Gods evolved into a form of grudge. It is a curse that crystallized as her body itself, becoming a distant mimicry of a blessing of immortality. It is incomparable to a gift given from the Gods, but still is a burden of the body. A condition of the mind and body that raise her damage resistance significantly as a form of purge defense. As well, a portion of damage received is converted into magical energy and stamina. After all- Ajax is never "injured". Even if harm is inflicted on her, it is to reach an inevitable victory.