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Alice Masami

Location: Kyoto Outskirts
Interacting with:@KittyE




Evo Gospoda ustajte ljudi Here comes the Lord, arise people,

If someone were to venture upon the outskirts of Kyoto, into a lonely abandoned church forgotten by the people and destroyed by time, they woould surely be surprised at the spectacle taking place.

Evo Ga ide svetu da sudi here He comes to judge the world

The decaying façades and crumbling structures that once stood in place were no more. Instead, the church seemed felt made anew, as if gided by an unseen hand and remade anew in their image. The outward architecture was a weird almost unrecognizable amalgametion of styles and ideas. A christian, regardless of their country of origin or denomination, would intrinsecally recognize it as one of their own. They would find it beautiful and breathtaking, but they wouldn't be able to explain why.

Svetu da sudi, stado da luči To judge the world, to tend to His flock,

If the outside was a representation of worship, the inside was a representation of prayer. The walls were repaired, and carefully remade into murals representing stories and tales confering to the bible. On the left stood murals dedicated to the genesis, on the right stood paintings dedicated to the apocalypse. The altar had been moved to the center of the great room, a sleeping man set naked upon it. A man with a red mark on his hand. Seven candles were arranged around it, united by the painting of a seven pointed stars marked into the great mosaic of the floor.

Svetu da sudi, stado da luči To judge the world, to tend to His flock,

Around it a girl danced to her heart's content. A wide smile of unbridled joy was etched on her face. She was following rythms only she could hear, singing along in an hymn dedicated to entirely to herself. She was short, probably a little more than five feet in height, but no less striking because of it. Her hair long hair was let free to spin alongside her. It was long, reaching past her knees, and it carried a shining silver sheen which seemed to spark with all the colours of the rainbow. Her eyes were wide open, yet it was clear that she wasn't really paying much attention to seeing at the momennt.

Od stopa svemir tutnji i huči the universe rumbles and roars from His footsteps,

The material, that is.

All around her, Alice saw the concepts and strains of ideas twist and turn in the air. Narratives of love and fate, of damnation and hate, all calling as one and brought to the forefront by her ritual. She felt the Grail - oh that great and holy masterpiece - reach impotently to the cute sleeping master on the table. It was a thing of beauty, how it seemed to reach beyond the texture, connecting on the very registries of Alaya to call upon the strenghts of their heroes. She danced and sang and joyed in it, the feeling blissful and so very addicting.

Tutnji i huči zemlja i nebo Earth and sky rumble and roar,
Šta će nam sada zlato i srebro of what use are gold and silver to us now?

Alice saw the call of the grail grow stronger, and knew the time finally had come. She had been interested in the Fuyuki Grail for a long time, even if it was impossible for one such as her to approach the Yggdmillenia. Once she heard of the Fujiwara grail, she inmediately dropped everything in order to take part. All of that just to not be selected in the score of masters regardless of how many favours she pulled. Unacceptable, utterly unacceptable!

Well, it wasn't like such a minuscule thing was going to stop her.

Zlato i srebro neka počine Let gold and silver be put to rest,
A ti nam blistaj BOŽIJI SINE and may You shine for us, SON OF GOD!

It took months of time, the complete stop to all her other projects and a ridiculous invstment of resources, but she found a way to force herself into the system. The call of the Grail was a process that marked the soul of the master. Then, the system morphed them in order to condence the wish granting capabilities, granting them connection necessary to bring heroic spirits unto the world. She had wondered time and time again how to do this, and ultimately decided that she may as well just take it wholesale from the soul of one of the chosen and make it her own.

Alice positioned herself on front of the altar as the song was finishing, and prepared herself.

Maw of Dominion

She looked at the master, the canvas of her creation, and smiled. He was a sweet boy, wishing to bring about a better world and hoping to use the grail in order to achieve it. Fortunately, he was also way too unprepared for these kind of things. Getting him to willingly take her an in into his home and to recognise her as an ally was surprisingly simple.

Alice's hair and eyes exploded in colours. They melted into blinding crimson as her lips descended upon upon the master. She opened her mouth wide open, bit onto his troat, and drank his blood while her ringed hand pierced his chest and crushed his heart. The process of consuming a human was a very time consuming endeavour. So many concepts to embody! So many ideas to take! Sadly, Alice hadn't perfected her technique, and she wasn't an actual Death Apostle besides. Well, at that moment she didn't really care about proper manners, did she?. She reached deep into his being with her magic and started her work.

Live rejected. Death rejected. Fate rejected. Mind rejected. Being rejected. Self rejected.

She could feel the connection to the grail inmediately, like a grand constellation signalling the way to the fountain.

Take away the lies, take away the illusion, take away the sorrow.

She pushed into his body and soul, and began crushing everything besides his metaphysical position as a Master. She started extracting it, using the remains of his magic circuits as fuel to facilitate the process.

Let there be light upon the world, let there be genesis.

She called onto the grail, welcoming it as as it was transfered from the living body into herself. The sensations she felt as the almost undiluted concept of [Wish] entered her body was indiscribable. The pain was blinding and total. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Ouroboros


The next thing Alice knew she was panting, face planted on the altar as her mind struggled to keep up. "Ouchie..." She felt pain in every single part of her body, and her 4 circuits were basically screaming at her in exhaustion. "I suppose I can take a small rest, but first..."

She struggled her way to a standing position. Dusting herself off the dust that the corpse had been reduced to, Alice raised her hand to inspect her newly earned command seals.

Or she would, if blinding light and a connection to the throne of heroes being forcibly open didn't stop her in her tracks.



Name: All/Alois/Alice Masami
Age: 20-34
Aliases: Nobody, All
Titles: Bloodmaker
Height: 5'1-6'1
Weight: 98-239lbs

Family Backstory: To be the forge that brings infinity, to create the blade that dares to cut open the world. Those are the words that House Masami, known as Masamune before their flight from the japanese isles two centuries ago, endeavor to live by. Widely known for being the lineage that gave birth to the best smiths of their epoch, the Masami are a family characterised by their very peculiar method of magecraft and by their abnormal and arguably disfunctional magic circuits. Trying to follow the ideals of Creation and Destruction, they seek to reach the Root by forging a blade to cut open the illusion of reality and venture to [Truth].

Sadly, they are a sad remmant of what they once were. Being hunted and purged en-masse by the warlords on the Sengoku Jidai just to then be persecuted and detroyed in the following period after one of their blades was used to murder a Shogun. Three clan siblings of the clan made their way to europe in the 18th century in order to survive. They lost most of their knowledge, their crests and their legacy. Only having their blood left to them, they have been trying to return to their height ever since.

Personal Backstory: Born to Lord Masami and his sister, the canvas was from a young age forged with the objective of creating the greatest craftsman of the modern era. They would be beaten and then healed by their family until their body couldn't bear no more. They would be cared for and given love and affection just to then get everything taken away from them and put into a black room for weeks on end. They would have all his brain torn open and all restrictors removed, forced to live by virtue of pure will. Whatever it took to fundamentally break the canvas' soul in order to synthethize their new being, it would be done. The only refuge they was given were the periods when they was taught the family magecraft of self-creation and the art of forging, to which they would grow obsessed with to stave off everything else. They remained unnamed all throught this

The end their training, they would have to use their body and soul to forge a new idea, a new being worthier than themself. They would die, commiting suicide to create the family's magnum oppus. They would then take the name of All, Alice and Alois, with their origin being [Destruction and Creation]. When they opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was the face face of their parents. With eyes that could see beyond lies and illusion, their unbridled love, joy and affection would be marked on their soul.

These days All - or Bloodmaker as they are called in the industry - is well known in the Clock Tower as one of the more particular and exquisite creators of mystic codes. They are by no means a fighter, but sometimes they take part in apostle raids, exchanging their support and creations in exchange of a share of the corpses for research and craftmanship. After learning of the coming Grail War, they decided to take part of it in order to further their research and possibly even have their wish granted.

Personality: While overall a friendly and gregarious person in behaviour, All is summarily incapable of lying, bringing them to come out brashly. They are very caring for those around them, but in way that may be described by some as controlling, domineering and toxic. They see love and affection as something to do with bringing excellence, not happiness, and if they love someone it is not rare for them to make them suffer for what All considers their greater good. All is a person whose art encompasses all their life, seeing the world, those around them and even themself as canvases to change into the ideals that they have in their eyes.

Magical Circuit Quantity: E
Magic Circuit Quality: A++
Composition: Abnormal
Alignment: Idea Truth

Magecraft:

Ouroboros: Forge of Creation: The coagulation of their nature as a being created for creation, Ouroboros is the ability All has to endlessly modify themself. Artist, brush and painting, all in one. Ouroboros allows All to be the clay to his own magecraft, changing his characteristics and attributes to their desires and interpretation. This serves as a manner of reinforcement and alteration based on the body, that allows a normally frail and weak construct to function at a peak human level for a small period. It also allows All to use their body as forge for their creations, synthethizing the concepts, materials and ideas inside themself before extracting them through their skin.

Ouroboros: Maw of Dominion: All stands in place and extends his being into his surroundings, being able to both change them to what he wishes with the existing materials and consume them, both in matter and in concept. This dominion extends linearly with the time he stands still, and directly with the level a space is conceptually concidered to be Theirs. In consuming materials All saves them in their inner world ready to be used in order to make better pieces or for his own consumption. The speed is generally too low to be used in combat outside of zones under his will, therefore being a preparation and support skill.

Idea in BloodTRUTH, Origin: The fruit of Masami magecraft and All's existance, Origin serves as a method of forging not dissimilar from the commonly known alteration, reinforcement and flash air, but taken to a much higher degree. All uses his inner forge to distill conceptual truths and uses them to craft objects and artifacts representing their platonic ideals. These objects call onto the fundations that they represent for legitimacy in front of Gaia's reality marble. They tend to endure less the more conceptual they become and the more mystery they call upon, at the same time taking more of a weight upon All's being.

Mystic Eyes of Truth: The manifestation of All's being, these eyes allow them to see everything within their sight and their being as it is, down to their conceptual level. They make it impossible for them to be lied to, and augment their ability to observe and understand the world around them.

Mystic Code:

Conceptual Armament: While the highest of All's repertoire may be saved for when it is needed, they do carry with themself a series of weapons and defenses in case of attacks and surprises.

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