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lol hello there

sorry i was commenting for Crusader there. Just met them irl and wanted to have a chuckle. XD
Servant Archer


Apartment, Innere Stadt, Vienna


A call, echoing up to the Throne of Heroes as a desperate plea for salvation. Ah. In this place of heroes, of legends, many might desire to answer such a call to come back into the world once again to exert their might in the face of adversity. To prove themselves as the champions that they were in days long passed. Yet in this case, there was an artifact involved, one that only a few heroic spirits might hear the call of due to their ties to the object in question. Surely the great Ninurta heard the plea of this one master, whose desire was to bring the great hero into the world once more to fight their enemuies, but alas he was not the one to respond to the call she gave out.

Rather, a different figure heard the prayer in this master's heart for the salvation of mankind through magic, and saw fit to grace her with their very presence. It could also say they were of course the first to respond to the call, actually.

Within the summoning circle a great, blinding flash of light emanated and a brief gust of ancient-smelling winds, obscuring the view of what servant had just been brought into the world...and then, as the light faded, the visage of Philia's servant would stand before her. A tall woman, seemingly almost amazonian in height, stood before her with a sheer confidence and presence that left no doubts about who she was as a person and how she carried herself as an individual. Her light gray hair and blue eyes seemed regal yet striking, even under the gaze of the the waning moonlight pouring into the room though the window, whose curtains had been parted by the gust from the summoning. A sleek, black bow with a set of long, beautifully engraved outline of red wings stretching along its length was held in her left hand, seeming to briefly shimmer with a power as the light from the summoning died down. And as her appearance underneath ancient garments and armor readily showed, large and voluptuous bust and all, her gender was female, and rather attractive by many standards.

This was most definitely not looking like the ancient king the homunculus had attempted to summon.


As the servant looked over to her master, seeing the homunculus' expression and seeming state of being before her, a great smile arose onto their face, one filled to the brim with pride and some excitement lingering on her lips. The smile grew even more as she noticed the fragment of the tablet of Ninurta's tale sitting next to her, leaning down to pick up the piece with a sort of nostalgia glimmering in her eyes for a moment before she clutched it in her right hand.

"Heh. To use a fragment from the remains of my own great library to summon me! I must say i admire the thought, though to be fair perhaps you sought to summon the great King Ninurta instead of me?" the female servant said with a chuckle, looking back at Philia whilst her smile turned into a cocky smirk of sorts, tossing the fragment of tablet in her hand up and catching it again in her right hand before continuing.

"Haha! Fear not! You are in the presence of a great hero still! The Greatest King of Assyria! The King of Knowledge! The God Slayer! I, who razed Susa and their grounds to ash with my might, and who is blessed and favored by all the gods of Assyria without question! I, who amassed the knowledge of the past in the greatest library the world ever knew! I, who learnt the magic of ancients past and crushed those who stood against me, mortal or divine! It is i, Ashurbanipal, who shall serve as the 'Servant Archer' in this conflict!" Archer said proudly, puffing her chest out at her proud proclamation of her titles and deeds to her master, as well saying aloud as that name in which she took so much pride and accomplishment, that name that scholars and kings alike should (to her) fear and quake in the presence of!

"Ah, but to remain proper...are you indeed my master?"

@Crimmy@endwaar
SERVANT ARCHER: Ashurbanipal, "The Last Great King of Assyria", "The God Slayer", "King of Knowledge"




Parameters


Strength: C

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: A

Luck: B

Noble Phantasm: A+

Class Skills:





Personal Skills:







Noble Phantasms:





Personality: Ashurbanipal holds herself with no small amount of pride as being "one of the greatest kings in the world's history", even if others would shake their heads and tell her that she was "only good for a ruined library found by the people of the future". As the king, she expects nothing short of absolute loyalty out of her master, as well as loyalty from any allies of hers. Though after her life experiences with rebellions and betrayal she has learned to keep a careful eye on others regardless. The absolute nature with which she exerts her force of will and confidence is nothing to underestimate, and at times she can be impetuous and stubborn in her attitude when she desires to do something. Yet her attitude to loyal allies is nothing but favor and goodwill, though if betrayed by the same formerly loyal allies these feelings can change in a heartbeat. Indeed her wrath when incited is a terrible thing to behold...especially if she is feeling particularly vengeful.

She is willing to learn about the past, however, and others such as a certain "golden boy" are kings that have respect in her eyes after having mulled over their legends and forms of rule. Yet her side as a "king" aside, she is also a highly learned scholar of her day and age who dedicated a lot of time to learning and gathering magic into her library. She learned the divine words used to cast magecraft in the Age of Gods, she learned to write in languages that were ancient even in her time (stemming back to the time of Gilgamesh literally), and took in all she could to become a better king. For to her, being the king means that she must seek perfection in all pursuits, and learning is a thing she too carries a passion for. Though as always, to her, a king should indulge in their worldly treasures, luxuries, and sit above her people as an icon of admiration as well as being a judge to punish them for their crimes without question.

History:

-Links to sources of Ash's history:

jstor.org/stable/pdf/3156736.pdf

jstor.org/stable/pdf/3157027.pdf

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Susa

-I used this person's (Daneel Rush's) own app as inspiration for my own version of the idea, but used the above historical resources as well: forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/373…



@Crimmy



Helen Alexander


The world had gone white, whilst light and fire had visibly shined above them like a terrible things trying to claw down at them and lick them with its fiery, thirsty flames that desired to consume them all one one greedy gulp. And yet...she and Misato and the driver were alive now, at the very least. Misato had used her body to cover her up right away, whilst pulling the current driver of the bus down as well, and this had definitely been a thing the American girl was thankful for, if not endeared a bit by when it came to this woman she had just met and was already willing to protect her life. Though as Misato had tackled her down, she had grasped onto the woman without thinking, albeit while having attempted to duck down herself even more as the cry for the boys in the back to get down had gone out from the Japanese NERV employee's lips. Regardless, as she had sat back up once more, she had quickly surveyed the bus visually to ascertain just what the state of things were.

Beyond all of the windows being shattered and the glass scattered everywhere (including some on herself and in Helen's own hair), however, and the hot feeling that lingered briefly within the bus' confines, it seemed that they all and the bus were intact. Though immediately after this the communications cut back on, and soon a new set of voices rung into the bus that instantly drew Helen's attention away from the small group's own plight at the moment. Between the two main voices that were there, one seemed to be a woman Misato called "Ritsuko", whilst a cold, dispassionate, and admittedly calm voice of the man who was being called "Commander" was another that seemed to chime in. But the topic of debate was something that got under her skin a bit. Another voice, that of a weak-sounding girl possibly about her age, chimed in as she was ordered to get ready to...pilot a damned EVA in that sounded to not be exactly a good condition.

"So help me, that asshole better not send someone hurt out there to fight instead of us....," the American girl said, attempting to lower her voice to talk to herself as her frustration was bubbling up at the situation, though amidst Misato's far more wild and untamed driving than even Aoba had shown himself just prior, she was quickly trying to focus back on the situation.

After all, if the Commander was the asshole he sounded, she did not need to start pissing at a superior. That was one way to get her butt sent home or killed or otherwise in the end, though that didn't mean she had to like whoever was on the other end and willing to send a wounded other pilot out amidst all of this. Gripping the metal pole near the bus door with one hand and her seat with the other hand, Helen used these actions to unleash her momentary anger, before looking back at the purple-haired woman who was now right in front of her in the driver's seat.

"Here's to hoping they don't drop another explosives on where we are before we get there," Helen said to Misato, attempting to show her fingers crossed on one hand for a moment, before a bump in the road nearly left her falling out of her seat and quickly putting that hand of hers back on the metal pole.

@AtomicNut@Lmpkio@Cassowarysaur@Renny
Hmmm...interesting idea here! :D

I'll throw in my interest for this RP idea. I've played Fate Extra, Extella, and the English Grand Order game thus far. I have also seen Fate/Zero, and have partially seen the latest UBW TV series. I have also participated in some past Fate/Stay Night RP's. So overall i enjoy the universe for this stuff, though even with experience i must humbly admit i am definitely not a master of everything Nasu. XD

I'd prefer taking up a servant role rather than a master one if given the chance, using an OC servant rather than just making a canon one if possible. As for pairing up, you could throw me together with Van's master. OR, out of respect for Van's not too kind past experiences with people leaving RP's, i could make a servant paired with another one of the masters if you would like. Whatever works best!

Also, welcome to Roleplayerguild, @endwaar! :)

Otachi


Osaka, Japan





Though not among the tallest kaiju present, Otachi in her kaiju form was a great, monstrous hulk as compared to many, and stronger than she looked to boot. Some of her blue, alien acid, having just been spit upon a few buildings, was beginning to dissolve the structure at an alarming pace as she stomped about on buildings, leaping from one to the other and crushing many in the process. The audible screams of people moving underneath was nothing surprising, nor was the sounds of crumbling spires and towering structures that had taken years to build. In short, it was essentially a normal day for Japan and its people when it came to giant monster attacks.

It had been an interesting emergence from the Rift, though, that had led Otachi to discover her state of being broken from the hive mind. She and her young for that matter. And yet, she had panicked, moved towards the nearest landmass....which happened to be Osaka, Japan in this case. Aggressive instincts in her haste had taken over eventually as she had moved onto the beach and frightened many humans in the process, and thus she had gone somewhat berserk. Berserk....and filled with the urge to level everything before her completely. And such was what she had begun doing, and is what she was still engaged with.

Rearing her head up a she leapt upon a taller building and felt it crunch beneath her weight and mass, Otachi let out a guttural and fierce roar that seemed to shake the air around her....a challenge for anyone who thought it actually wise to face her here.




Space Godzilla


KGDF Headquarters in Tokyo, Japan





'Yuki Fujimoto' had been hurrying about her daily tasks of gathering files from reports, organizing the information to archive, and generally mulling about the mundane work that occupied her life here among...humans. Though not necessarily a fun thing for the kaiju in disguise, it had been a good learning experience thus far, interesting outside of her job, and had been a good source of wealth for finding out how she and other kaiju were investigated and understood by this group. Heh. Such information could be put to a good use....or perhaps a very bad one depending on her pick and choice in the matter. And yet, this was not a thing she had done thus far.

Now with the alarms blaring, signaling a fresh batch of kaiju attacks for the first time in a while, she felt a grin come onto her face that was masked over by a look of concern and worry over the matter that was befitting her disguise. Even now she had been sent to gather files from the archive, mainly on the usual suspects from the last several recorded and investigated kaiju attacks, and to bring them to the boss. Or rather, that Kiryu girl that was the commander over this base in particular. She seemed a pain in the butt, but her ability to control others and similar skills had gained her some respect in the deceptive kaiju's eyes. Being ordered around was a butt of a thing, but it was far better than being mind controlled to fight for the Xiliens.

And for that matter, if she ever saw a Xilien again she would kill them on the spot regardless of the reason they could meet. That would be a thing she could take great pleasure in.

Armload of files and documents cradles safely in her arms, the formally-dressed secretary and archivist 'Yuki Fujimoto' stepped with a firm pace into the room with Akane and the operators present there. Mentally sighing to herself that she had to rush in these files to the commander to attempt to assist in identification of the kaiju now appearing, all based on local reports on the matter and agents sent to the sites themselves to deal with the trouble. Lovely. Just...lovely.

"Commander, i have been sent to you with files on potential kaiju that might be involved in these attacks, with the intent that by comparing these to local reports at the affected areas we can find out which kaiju are attacking," she said, after having first approached the Commander, given a respectful bow, and then saluted her and such as was fitting for the situation and their respective ranks.

@Lmpkio@Shifter_Master
Putting this here because it was approved over PM. :)



Helen Alexander


Helen could not say she enjoyed having the very life being squeezed out of her right now by a highly stressed and seemingly angry Misato. Though the woman's mood was far more reasonable and understandable than that of the three schizophrenic-looking boys that were sprawled on the back seat of the bus. There was a giant alien attacking, the military or UN or something had been fighting it to no end, and the four pilots needed to get to their EVA Units as quick as possible at this point. Especially since now she could not hear the sounds of exploding missiles and bombs going off anymore, which was a concern.

Yet lingering, ignoring orders from their superior, going on mental trips or something or whatever had delayed them, the boys seemed to be on a bad start to her perspective, and already were not among her..."favorite people" right now. However, she could only guess at their reasons for what they had done, though her first impressions of them from the ride here were factoring in. It wasn't "nice", especially since they would likely have to work together here as pilots, but it was all she had to run with right now without understanding any of these people very well at all at the moment.

However, at the very same time it was a highly important fact to note that Helen....didn't say she wasn't enjoying being squeezed tight against the plump, luscious chest that was possessed by one Misato Katsuragi. She had never really spoken of her own preferences to anyone else, but in the end the enjoyable aspects of the tight hug were not lost on her at all. However, the tightness of being squeezed even more was not exactly conducive to...well, breathing at all or getting any blood flow to her brain. This being noted, whilst her body noted the experience in the back of her mind, the rest of her was focused on far important matters. Like attempting to cope with the tension and not wanting to die by a giant alien before she even got into her robot.

Glancing up at the mirrors of the bus, especially the rearview mirror, the American felt a drop in her stomach. Beyond the boys in the back and terrain immediately around them, she saw small dots in the distance moving through the sky...away from where she had seen the Angel standing. She had no idea what that meant, but her gut told her it might not be a good one.

"Hey. Look. At. Mirrors. Behind. Us. Things. Moving," the teenage girl choked out to Misato as best as she could whilst in her current position as the Japanese woman's favorite teddy bear for stress relief, attempting to make herself comfortable in the position so as to not disturb the woman's concentration or such on the current matter at hand.

@AtomicNut
@Lmpkio Sent you a PM with an OC idea. Tired. Now must sleep. (X__X)
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