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Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Nori Tohsaka

Faction: White | Servant: Archer

Pandarus, then. Even if his worldwide fame didn't quite match up to that of the invincible Achilles or the clever Odysseus, he was a mighty warrior, a fact which Nori could see reflected in the parameters of the spirit revealed through the summoning smoke. "Nice to meet you, Pandarus." He bowed, "I'm your Master, Nori Tohsaka. My pockets are deep as far as mana is concerned, so please don't hold back when it comes time to deal with the enemy faction. Also, try to let me know about any internal issues before they get out of hand, okay?"

His Servant. Even though he hadn't been trained properly, the high-grade circuits of his family meant this was a competition where he actually had something that might be called an edge. He suddenly wondered if he looked awkward, standing there dumbly before the legendary warrior, so he gave himself something to do by returning his catalyst to his bag and quickly making for the door that lead back into the hall. "If there's nothing else pressing, we should rejoin the group. This building is only a meeting place, and it feels as though two more Servants have just arrived."

With the pact formally made, Nori opened the door in time to catch the latest Masters, seemingly a soldier and a more traditional sort, introducing themselves to the group. His eyes widened for a moment as he almost missed Lancer revealing her identity. "Just remember," He turned back to his new Servant, "Once you pass through this door, you're only known as Archer."

Reentering the beer hall while leaving it up to Archer whether to follow in full view or spirit form, Nori quietly pointed out and named to his companion the two Masters and Servants he had met before taking a shot at the names of the new arrivals he had only just overheard through the doorway. Having traversed a sufficient distance across the expansive room, he spoke up to the woman at the head of the table, "Thank you for preparing that circle, Frau Emilia. I've now become the Master of our side's Archer." He could have delved into strategies with the other Masters, then, but it would have been a waste to do so without the entire faction present, since they would have to repeat everything to the absent pairs.

Nori was happy to see that the spot he had sat in before remained vacant, and returned to it quickly after hasty and quiet greetings to the new arrivals. Naturally, the size of the table allowed for a spot next to him to remain empty, which his Servant could fill. He took a moment to gaze around at the other Servants. The flamboyant Saber, the noble Lancer, the unsettling Rider, and one more who lingered on the air rather than materializing. Be careful around them, Archer. Nori took a moment to test out the mental connection granted by their familiar contract. They won't be our allies forever.

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The Headless Horseman

Faction: White | Class: Rider | Master: Jäger Schrodinger

Rider followed a few steps behind as his Master engaged with the others. He could see the occupants of the room from any angle, but chose to meet their gazes with his stolen eyes simply because it was pleasurable for him, even after having the head for months, to exercise such a basic function. Jäger had supplied him with a uniform similar to his own, and together they had sought out a head providing both appearance and functionality. The hermit cooped up with his research had refused to support the regime, and so Rider had found another use for the mage, at which point Jäger had gone to the trouble of arranging a shave and haircut to free him from the appearance of an especially haggard librarian. He could reach through his "wound" and, seeing the mage's entire being laid bare before him, grab hold of those abilities which benefited him. The spells of that mage were far from exceptional even by modern standards, but such things did provide excellent utility.

The other Masters present were of little interest to Rider. As he understood it from his Master, there would be those in support of Germany and those simply here out of personal desire. Those who could not be trusted would have their Servants sacrificed in the early stages to weaken the enemy and reveal their abilities. Perhaps it was Jäger's intent in summoning Rider, then, that even if unruly teammates had to be cast aside their abilities might still be available to the faction through his Noble Phantasm. Of course, he was one of those here for personal desire, so beyond the success of Germany he had to ensure it was their own pair who reached the final goal and had their wishes granted.

He had little interest in the two other Masters present. They would support his allies, but never join him against a real threat. No, Rider only sought the source of the unmistakable aura of another Servant which pervaded the building, and as the old woman uttered the name of the supreme Servant class, his attention focused on the point where magical energy began to gather. He remembered himself and turned his physical eyes in that direction in time to see the man himself appear. One who was truly significant in this conflict, one he would fight beside. "Good evening. Even if I don't quite look the part, I'm the Rider for our side." He spoke up, as Saber's Master had seemingly done so on his part. He might have said something more formal, but the reclusive researcher's anti-social nature had rubbed off on him somewhat.

He gave a slight bow, clearly towards the Servant and not the Master, before joining Jäger at the table. As was often the case during the quiet moments in the last few months, Rider watched. He watched the doors, the tables, the old woman sitting with authority, the, oddly dressed Saber brimming with power, the timid boy without a Servant, and of course his own Master, putting on a show of enthusiasm for the coming death-match. His eyes, however, remained on the spread in front of him. His Master had usually been busy with preparations, and it seemed like such an unimpressive request, but he greatly enjoyed using his new tongue. He pulled a single grape from a bowl in front of him and brought it to his mouth.

Delicious.

Nori Tohsaka

Faction: White | Servant: Unsummoned

Obviously the jab at his family was meant as one at him, but it was too early for a show of weakness even if he had little desire to defend those people. "Nice to meet you, Frau Weber. And please don't worry about affairs in my homeland. My father is guaranteed victory this year, so you can just think of me as an ally who would never personally make for this Grail." Even calling it a bold-faced lie would be too generous. Of course every Master had their own goals in mind, even among those straight from the heart of Germany, Nori suspected. Still, had he overcompensated with boldness? He sunk just a little deeper into his chair, even as it weakened his stand from a moment ago. He dreaded that Weber might instigate a drawn-out conversation, but was saved by the arrival of another Master and the Rider-Class Servant he had already summoned, both dressed as soldiers of the country. As the Master introduced himself, Frau Weber's own Servant appeared. Please don't let me be the only one unprepared.

Seemingly such a problem would never come to pass, as Frau Weber directed Nori to a location prepared for just such a purpose. He rose from his seat and slung his bag over one shoulder as he made his way to the other room. "Sorry to disappear just after meeting you, Leutnant Schrodinger, but I really should prepare myself for the incoming conflict."

Nori closed the door to the storeroom behind him, switched on the light, and immediately identified the summoning circle at the centre. There was no point in wasting time, but even as a mage there was a certain mystic air to what he was about to do. From his bag he produced a sizeable chunk of wood with a bit of iron stuck on one corner. Although dull-coloured and generally unimpressive, it was a piece of the gates of the great city Troy. There were a variety of Trojan defenders who might be summoned from this, and if the Greek heroes who fought and deceived in order to pass through could also be counted, then this unassuming chunk of wood was a veritable fountain of Heroic Spirits, if an unpredictable one.

If I spend too long thinking about it, I'll get myself worked up and make a mistake.

Nori placed the gate-shard at the edge of the summoning circle, spent a moment running energy through his circuits, as if to flex or stretch them, and began reciting the words he had carefully memorized.

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill."
"Do so five times, but when each is filled, annihilate it."

The sigil on the ground reacted, and the connection was formed through which mana could flow.

"The elements of silver and iron make up the essence."
"The foundation is stone and the archduke of pacts."
"White is the color I pay tribute to."

White embers burned among the circle, now.

"Raise a barrier against the wind and close the gates of four directions."
"Be drawn from the crown and follow the forked road that leads to the kingdom."

Those embers grew until the circle itself became composed of light.

"Heed my words, my heart forges your body, and your power creates my destiny."
"If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning."

The light, having enveloped the circle began to pour forth, bringing with it a tangible force.

"Henceforth I pledge to embody all the good of this world."
"And to bring crumbling down all the evils of this world."

The intricate patters were gone, and now a bright white spot on the ground overwhelmed the entire room.

"Seventh heaven clad in the great words of power!"
"Come forth from the circle of binding,"
"Guardian of the sacred balance!"

There was nothing but white, for a moment.

And then, someone arrived.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Nori Tohsaka

Faction: White | Servant: Unsummoned

Even accounting for the feeling of wonderment at leaving the country for the first time, the lights of this city were definitely more beautiful than those from his home. Nori Tohsaka ached for his paints, or at least an hour alone with his sketchbook, but he was in a hurry, trying to make up for the fact that he had taken the scenic route through the city on foot by moving at a brisk pace. He had only just arrived in the city recently, with no time to prepare-

For a moment, he felt a burning sensation. His eyes darted down and registered the red marking on the back of his right hand, some sort of pattern involving one crescent inside another. Quickly, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

That's probably a good sign.

The appearance of his Command Seals gave a newfound reality to the task at hand. He was here for the Grail, for now he was backing the side of the local government, but only one could claim the final prize, so he had to be wary around them. Nori further quickened his pace, arriving at the arranged beer hall. The description might have sounded comical, to make one's way into a huge open building, only to be greeted by a single old woman surrounded by food. There was not a trace of humour in the actual situation, however, as the woman in question, while old, lacked any trace of weakness or warmth, not to mention he could feel a uniquely overwhelming mana signature that gave away the presence of a Servant. The woman's gaze made the journey to the table feel very long, and in the end, he settled on a spot only just close enough to the head that he wouldn't have to raise his voice. He didn't go the extra mile to shake her hand, and he wasn't sure she'd appreciate it if he did. Instead, he stood behind the chair he had chosen and held up his right hand, with the back to her. "Good evening. Nori of the Tohsaka family, at your service." He bowed, "Unaccompanied, for now." He added before taking a seat.

He tried to catch a glimpse of the woman's hand over the table, to ensure this wasn't all some mistake. Then again, how could it be? "Such a large space. Do you have arrangements for summoning around here somewhere? The floor he could see looked clear, but the many tables could easily obscure decently-sized ritual circles.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

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Yeah, @Grape.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

@Grape A lot of that talk is happening on Discord, but the teams are no secret so pop the question wherever you like.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

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@Reflection Check out this spooky fellow.

Servant Rider

True Name: The Headless Horseman
Aliases: Hessian, Dullahan, Gan Ceann
Class: Rider
Gender: Was Once a Man
Height: 5'5'' (around 6'4'' with a head)
Weight: 185 lbs
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Wish for the Grail: To regain his original head and live out a peaceful life before passing away for good. Then again, he may not be able to resist simply asking for a field of helpless victims.

Personality
Someone filled with wickedness and cruelty who has long since stopped making excuses for his tendency to decapitate. He tries to recall his attitude as a mercenary for tips about how to act as a servant, but he can only think of violence and revenge. Nonetheless, he does observe "the honour of the hunt," as he will not steal another's kill out of the blue. The emotions of a headless man can be somewhat hard to read, but if he wears another's head, his personality will become a bit closer to theirs on a superficial level.

You may choose who, when, and where, but there is only one method I will use. ...His master will probably hear dark proclamations like this ringing in their head.

Background
Rider a Hessian mercenary hired by Britain to combat the American revolution who lost his head to a canon ball during the battle of White Plains in 1776 and was buried in the cemetery of Sleepy Hollow. In an unusual case for a legend, it was his actions as a vengeful spirit after death pursuing many travellers in an effort to take their heads that gained him fame, and he was finally placated after obtaining the head of Ichabod Crane. However, legends of headless riders long precede that man's life, and in the case of this heroic spirit it would be accurate to say that he is shouldering the legends of those who lack the identities or humanity to be summoned themselves to add to his own power. Specifically because he is summoned in Germany, he has access to the "hunting horn that calls for death" and "black hounds of hell," which stem from the folklore there.

Stats
Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: B+
Magical Energy: A
Luck: C+
Noble Phantasm: EX

Class Skills
-Magic Resistance B-: Rider can cancel spells with a chant below three verses targeting him. Even if he is targeted by High-Thaumaturgy or Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected. In the case of divine magic or the sacrements of the church, however, his resistance is weakened.
-Riding A: Rider can use any vehicle or creature as a mount, with the exception of Phantasmal Beasts and Divine Beasts.

Personal Skills
-Hellish Hounds A: The ability produce, through moderate labour, black hounds with tongues of fire that serve as Rider's "hunting dogs." Their power is such that if he has the time and mana to craft twelve or so they can make a difference even against a servant while alongside him. Even if sent out on their own, they can use pack tactics and the flames of their maws to slow down such enemies. In a pinch, this ability can be used to restore his horse, if it is destroyed.
-Clairvoyance D++: The ability allowing Rider to pursue his enemies even without a head. It allows for sight in all directions from the body, and the negation of visual obstructions. It does not grant hearing, taste, or smell, however, but he can still communicate telepathically with his master.
-Unseelie Spirit B: An ability gained from gathering the power of many legends about "headless riders." A composite skill granting rider access to things like Battle Continuation, Death Resistance, Mental Resistance, Monstrous Strength, and Passive Health Restoration. In return, he suffers extra damage from holy attacks, and the restrictions of being unable to cross running water or enter holy grounds without suffering a temporary hit to his abilities.

Combat Capabilities
His omnidirectional sight means he can clash blades with anyone even as he rides in any direction. His fighting style can be called "murderous" and "no-holds-barred." If he has access to his hounds, they go ahead of him in combat, rushing the enemy to throw them off balance before the killing blow is delivered. His mount is a dark and durable creature, and although it cannot take to the skies it does have high physical abilities including strength for extreme leaps, toughness that prevents it from becoming a liability in combat, and speed that allows Rider to pursue most enemies. It also possesses the same strengths and limitations as Rider from his Unseelie Spirit skill. On foot, he can swing his axe and evade more freely, at the cost of mobility. He possesses a whip made of bone, but since it can't decapitate someone and it is visually distinct, he rarely uses it. He also has a black riding cloak with a hood perfect for concealing a face.

Noble Phantasms
Name: Wild Hunting Horn
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Unit
Description: A black hunting horn that warns of terrible deaths to come. Even if Rider lacks a head, he can hold it aloft to produce a chilling sound. Those in earshot, save for Rider's allies, will be inflicted with a fear effect that compels them to flee or dulls their wits and skills if they have the will to stand and fight. Those who hear it would be wiser to trust their instincts, however, as the sound of the horn also carries a curse. Regardless of whether the fear proves effective, there is now a slowly increasing chance with each attack that Rider will, regardless of comparative speed and toughness, "land a blow that severs the opponent's head." The Luck stat of servants allows them to stave off this effect for a time, and even one with D rank luck is likely safe to trade a few blows, but as the fight continues, the chance of decapitation builds up until any sensible fighter would feel the massive killing intent and withdraw. One without the common sense to do so, though, will soon die if they cannot produce a swift victory themselves.

Name: Revenge of Sleepy Hollow
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit
Description: The manifestation of one eternally seeking a head, Rider can seamlessly bind the severed head of another to his stump of a neck, making it his own. A head can be removed and reattached at will, and while he wears one, he has access to all of its original owner's knowledge and skills. In the case of a servant's head, it will not disappear even though the owner is dead, and Rider can carry it under his arm, on his thigh, or hanging from his saddle until he finds a suitable place to switch heads. He can utilize a servant's skills and even Noble Phantasms, provided those abilities do not specifically stem from a part of the body other than the head, or from an object, although in either case it is possible to take the item in question for himself and save it from disappearing with the rest of the body. Indeed, even if the ability in question is something like a "cursed arm," it is simply a matter of severing the limb for use as a grim sort of mystic code.
Abilities with a physical manifestation, rather than something purely mental or an attribute of the head, will require more mana than normal because he is not the true owner. In the case of especially powerful Noble Phantasms, they will be weaker under him, not to a full rank letter, but to the point where if the stolen version and the original could somehow clash, the original would win by a thin margin.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Master- Nori Tohsaka

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General
Name: Nori Tohsaka
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 5’11”
Elemental Affinity: Ice
Alignment: Neutral Good
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Magic Circuits
Number: A
Quality: C
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Magecraft/Abilities
-A Note: Because of his lack of training, Nori knows mostly low-level magecraft. However, his naturally high mana means most of the spells seen here can be "spammed" to some extent, because their individual power is low.
-Jewel Charging: The signature Tohsaka art of infusing magical energy into gemstones, essentially turning them into single-use mystic codes. A convenient ability, since it allows for the storage of additional mana outside of his body's limits. Such gems can be crushed to reabsorb the mana or utilized in simplistic energy-based spells, such as an offensive blast or a temporary floating shield. Either way, the gems become useless ash.
-Jagged Ice: A simplistic but versatile spell that creates blades made of durable ice in various shapes. Could be used to fire icicle projectiles or create a melee weapon. Such ice will soon melt in most climates, but that can be staved off while the created tools remain in Nori's hands.
-Heat Shield: A passive protective spell that can be used to immunize the body to cold temperatures, and severely cool down the body, relieving one of heat and even providing moderate fire resistance.
-Cold Spot: A weak projectile attack made dangerous because it cannot be seen. Creates a positively frigid patch of air that flies toward its target. The damage is minimal, but cold of this level takes the breath away and causes the body to seize up for a moment, especially when it is unexpected. Additionally, exposure to an extended barrage may lead to hypothermia or long-term damage.
-Ice Familiars: The creation of ice or snow familiars in the shape of small animals. The abilities of these reflect their appearance, so dogs will run fast, birds will fly, etc. Nori can command such creatures from a distance and share their senses as needed, even talking through them, but to craft one is the work of a few hours for him.
-Icicle Trap: An enchantment to be cast into a point on the ground. Similar to jewels, they are permanent self-contained pools of mana. When the trap is triggered jagged icicles will spring up. It can impale a person's leg, but a wary mage may notice the mana in the ground. The real strength of this spell is the versatility of its trigger. Nori might set a trap for a specific person or type of creature and can exempt certain individuals from it. It could trigger based on movement speed, mana, weight, equipment, or other physical things, but not mental states like harmful intent. Also, Nori knows when one of his traps is triggered, and can catch a mental glimpse of what triggers it.
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Other Abilities
-Chinese Kenpo: The secret martial arts style passed down through the Tohsaka line due to their founder’s insistence on honing both magical and physical abilities. Since his experience is mostly as his brother's training dummy, his greatest martial talent is losing without suffering much damage.
-Sketching/Painting: Nori has an artist's eye and hand, especially for landscapes.
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Mystic Codes/ Magical Items
-Jewels: The tools of the Tohsaka trade. Nori has quite a lot of them, but still less than he wishes he had, since his father is using most of the family reserves for the war in Fuyuki. See magecraft for details.
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Weapons/ Other Belongings
-Backpack: The most convenient way to carry things. Contains some clothes, money, and personal effects, but is mostly full of gems.
-Sketch Equipment: A notepad and a few pencils. Kept in his backpack, but frequently out and in his hands during this trip.
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Personality
A quiet sort who has learned to stay out of the way. Nori has a lot of sympathy for others, and will quickly form an alliance, although he is slow to form real emotional connections. He's accepted that he'll have to kill his enemies in the war, but won't do it thoughtlessly, and hopes he can allow a few masters to flee after dealing with their servants. Nori likes to exhaust his options and choose carefully rather than make quickly for the obvious decision. He's alright with most kinds of methods, but not with breaking loyalties or underhanded goals and strategies.

Background
Born in 1920 to the Tohsaka house of Fuyuki, Nori's circumstances would have been favourable had it not been for his twin brother. His parents were forced to make the decision as to which child would be groomed to take on the family crest and become the next head at an early point in the twins' lives, and Nori ended up left in his brother's dust. It was not that his family despised him, but it was obvious to Nori that he was thought of as having no future. So he ended up in an awkward position, taught the Tohsaka skills of magecraft and combat, but the focus of these lessons was always to train his brother, and Nori ended up being used as an example more often than actually learning anything.

Even in the midst of rigorous preparation for the third holy grail war on their own land, the Tohsakas did not miss the unusual proclamation of a non-mage hosting a holy grail war. Although they had confidence in the strategy Nori's father had prepared for his victory, they felt it would be wrong to waste the opportunity to increase their chances of reaching the root even a little, and figured it would be as good a use as any for their futureless son. So, he was equipped with what his father didn't need and sent hastily off to Germany to back the government there.
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Wish/Reason for Being in the War
If he believed Dr. M's grail had the capacity to reach the root then he would certainly try his best for it, but since it's a fake grail war, the best he hopes to wish for is a strong magic crest to strike out on his own as a mage.

Rider- The Headless Horseman

True Name: The Headless Horseman
Aliases: Hessian, Dullahan, Gan Ceann
Class: Rider
Gender: Was Once a Man
Height: 5'5'' (around 6'4'' with a head)
Weight: 185 lbs
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Wish for the Grail: To regain his original head and live out a peaceful life before passing away for good. Then again, he may not be able to resist simply asking for a field of helpless victims.

Personality
Someone filled with wickedness and cruelty who has long since stopped making excuses for his tendency to decapitate. He tries to recall his attitude as a mercenary for tips about how to act as a Servant, but he can only think of violence and revenge. Nonetheless, he does observe "the honour of the hunt," as he will not steal another's kill out of the blue. The emotions of a headless man can be somewhat hard to read, but if he wears another's head, his personality will become a bit closer to theirs on a superficial level.

You may choose who, when, and where, but there is only one method I will use. ...His master will probably hear dark proclamations like this ringing in their head.

Background
Rider was a Hessian mercenary hired by Britain to combat the American revolution who lost his head to a canon ball during the battle of White Plains in 1776 and was buried in the cemetery of Sleepy Hollow. In an unusual case for a legend, it was his actions as a vengeful spirit after death pursuing many travellers in an effort to take their heads that gained him fame, and he was finally placated after obtaining the head of Ichabod Crane. However, legends of headless riders long precede that man's life, and in the case of this heroic spirit it would be accurate to say that he is shouldering the legends of those who lack the identities or humanity to be summoned themselves to add to his own power. Specifically because he is summoned in Germany, he has access to the "hunting horn that calls for death" and "black hounds of hell," which stem from the folklore there.

Stats
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Magical Energy: A
Luck: C+
Noble Phantasm: EX

Class Skills
-Magic Resistance B-: Rider can spells with a chant below three verses targeting him. Even if he is targeted by High-Thaumaturgy or Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected. In the case of divine magic or the sacrements of the church, however, his resistance is weakened.
-Riding A: Rider can use any vehicle or creature as a mount, with the exception of Phantasmal Beasts and Divine Beasts.

Personal Skills
-Hellish Hounds A: The ability produce, through moderate labour, black hounds with tongues of fire that serve as Rider's "hunting dogs." Their power is such that if he has the time and mana to craft twelve or so they can make a difference even against a Servant while alongside him. Even if sent out on their own, they can use pack tactics and the flames of their maws to slow down such enemies. In a pinch, this ability can be used to restore his horse and equipment in the event of their destruction or loss. Restoring his horn is a different matter, however.
-Clairvoyance D++: The ability allowing Rider to pursue his enemies even without a head. It allows for sight in all directions from the body, and the negation of even extreme visual obstructions at close range. It does not grant hearing, taste, or smell, however, but he can still communicate telepathically with his master. Having been an artilleryman, Rider wouldn't be a bad shot with ranged attacks, if he had any.
-Unseelie Spirit A: An ability gained from gathering the power of many legends about "headless riders." A composite skill granting rider access to things like Battle Continuation, Curse Resistance, Death Resistance, Mana Burst (Darkness), Mental Resistance, Monstrous Strength, Passive Health Restoration, and Poison Resistance. In return, he suffers extra damage from holy attacks, and the restrictions of being unable to cross running water or enter holy grounds without suffering a temporary hit to his abilities.

Combat Capabilities
His omnidirectional sight means he can clash blades with anyone even as he rides in any direction. His fighting style can be called "murderous" and "no-holds-barred." If he has access to his hounds, they go ahead of him in combat, rushing the enemy to throw them off balance before the killing blow is delivered. His mount is a dark and durable creature, and although it cannot take to the skies it does have high physical abilities including strength for extreme leaps, toughness that prevents it from becoming a liability in combat, and speed that allows Rider to pursue most enemies. It also possesses the same strengths and limitations as Rider from his Unseelie Spirit skill. On foot, he can swing his axe and evade more freely, at the cost of mobility. He possesses a whip made of bone, but since it can't decapitate someone and it is visually distinct, he rarely uses it. He also has a black riding cloak with a hood perfect for concealing a face.

Noble Phantasms
Name: Wild Hunting Horn
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Unit
Description: A black hunting horn that warns of terrible deaths to come. Even if Rider lacks a head, he can hold it aloft to produce a chilling sound. Those in earshot, save for Rider's allies, will be inflicted with a fear effect that compels them to flee or dulls their wits and skills if they have the will to stand and fight. Those who hear it would be wiser to trust their instincts, however, as the sound of the horn also carries a curse. Regardless of whether the fear proves effective, there is now a slowly increasing chance with each attack that Rider will, regardless of intervening factors like speed and toughness, "land a blow that severs the opponent's head," in an attack that bypasses cause and effect to reach the intended result. The Luck stat of Servants allows them to stave off this effect for a time, and even one with D rank luck is likely safe to trade a few blows, though with E rank luck they will likely fall victim to the instant kill within his first few swings. As the fight continues, the chance of decapitation builds up until any sensible fighter would feel the massive killing intent and withdraw. One without the common sense to do so, though, will soon die if they cannot produce a swift victory themselves.

Name: Revenge of Sleepy Hollow
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit
Description: The manifestation of one eternally seeking a head, Rider can seamlessly bind the severed head of another to his stump of a neck, making it his own. A head can be removed and reattached at will, and while he wears one, he has access to all of its original owner's knowledge, skills, and abilities. In the case of a Servant's head, it will not disappear even though the owner is dead, and Rider can carry it under his arm, on his thigh, or hanging from his saddle until he finds a suitable place to switch heads. He can utilize a Servant's skills and even Noble Phantasms, provided those abilities do not specifically stem from a part of the body other than the head, or from an object, although in either case it is possible to take the item in question for himself and save it from disappearing with the rest of the body. Indeed, even if the ability in question is something like a "cursed arm," it is simply a matter of severing the limb for use as a grim sort of mystic code.
Abilities with a physical manifestation, rather than something purely mental or an attribute of the head, will require more mana than normal because he is not the true owner. In the case of Noble Phantasms with great power, they will be weaker than the original by a paper-thin difference.

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@Peace More slots seem to be appearing. Head to the OOC for a chance to play.

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Not really, even if someone drops out there are already a few people who've asked about joining.