Phonic

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@Letter Bee I figured I'd try my shot at purple rider if that is something that was open. If not I can rescind my application.

GAHAHAHA! Ore-sama saikyou!

Appearance

Rider

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Muhammad Shuja Uddin Temurgurkani Barlas

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Purple

ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ

Probably Man, though up to GMs

ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timur

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Timur is incredibly straightforward, brutish and cruel, and almost deliberately acts against the principles of morality.

>Timur is the sort to relentlessly attack, even if it means scoring a hit at the expense of his well-being. In that sense, he is a petty man who does not like to lose, regardless of the challenge. He is also a sore loser that refuses to let others get one upon him.

>Timur will often act in a vengeful way against those who have bested him in some way and always plays dirty.

>Timur is a jerk to more or less everyone, even the people he likes.

ᴡɪꜱʜ

“Everything should belong to me! Gahahahaha!”

ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ

STR: B
END:B
AGI:C
MNA:C
LCK:B+

ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Magic Resist: C

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

Riding: A

All vehicles and all creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Revelation: A

To hear the voice of God.

To see the outcome.

Timur claimed that he was able to commune with Allah and that the favor of Allah was always by his side. He heard all the time what he had to do, and many believed that he was loved by Allah above. A prophet in his own right.

He was a man who knew no loss.

He was a man who never feared his opponent.

After all, the grace of “Allah” was on his side.

Golden Rule(Ruin): A

To obtain wealth through conquest. To take from others without fail. To amass a wealth unrivaled by others.

In Timur’s case, any “land” he owns is “sacked” and converted into wealth.

As Timur’s wealth increases, everyone else’s goes down.

The Demonic Khan of Death: -

A demon.

Every piece of literature from eastern sources attributes the acts of Timur to be a demon. A man who would make martyrs from the skulls of men he beheaded and make them into the foundation of his new city walls.

However, if one thing is true, Timur would never lie to someone. Though his truth is not much better than his lies.

In battle, if one were to face against Timur, their very being would not wish to fight against this man. They are compelled to flee in terror, thus, if one were to ignore the pleas from their souls, they will become disadvantaged while fighting him. His mere existence forces those who consider themselves “heroes” to have their very core shaken by unspeakable evils.

Because of this perception, Timur has become a “demon” in terms of appearance.

ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ

Amirtaimur-ir-Gurkani

Title: The Sword of Islam

Rank: E-A+

NP Type:

Range: 0-10

Maximum Number of Targets: 1000

Description:

A thousand blades to end a thousand lives.

Timur was a tactician of a man, through and through. Through political maneuvering, he was able to secure his leadership and create one of the most feared and respected regimes in human history. While he was a skilled combatant in his own right, his true power came from the people he associated with.

The men of his army were the might of his empire, and he was the most feared and respected man in it. Thus, he became the Sword of Islam. As a Servant, his body has been changed into a thousand blades and he can summon those blades within his range.

Timur also claimed the swords of Mohammad, however, due to the fact that there are no associated legends of Timur utilizing these swords, they are just very nice swords. While he has only one-thousand swords, aside from the swords of Mohammad, Timur can regenerate these weapons by expanding his Samarqand-ir-Kuruš wealth. In addition to this, "parts" of Timur can be manifested and given to others. There is but a single sword that Timur was known to use. If summoned in the class of “Saber”, the sword he wields would have additional properties, but due to being summoned in the class of “rider”, it is stunted into only being able to shift its form as he fights, as if fighting with a solid flame. However, it is a peerless blade, all the same, equal to the greatest holy weapon.

The wealth that has been converted into Samarkand can replenish this supply of blades if they are to be destroyed.

Samarqand-ir-Kuruš

Title: To Create a Mountain of Skulls and Assimilate to Oneself

Rank: -

NP Type: Fortress Noble Phantasm

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: -

Description: Description: Timur’s greatest achievement, the enrichment of himself through the conquest of lands far away from his capital city. To take from others and provide oneself with wealth, power, and pleasure. None more obvious than his glorious capital of Samarkand.

Timur designates an area to act as his “Samarkand”. Any wealth that is obtained by Timur is transported to this “capital city”. The very land that Timur walks on becomes his “property”, attuning this land to Samarkand, and by extension himself. Whatever he touches is instantly attuned to himself. People who walk in the land that Timur controls are disadvantaged and Timur is advantaged in these lands, and the land in Timur's domain is owned by him. Timur always has access to Samarkand’s riches so long as he is in a space that he owns. Timur can attune a region to his ownership so long as people do not stop him.

Timur can “purchase” defenses to defend Samarkand with the wealth he pilages, spend money to improve his power, or spend money to improve his noble phantasm’s power. Within his territory, Timur is king. Any go-ons are conveyed to him instantly as if he has clairvoyance over the region, though nuances might fail to register. If Samarkand is to fall, Timur will lose a lot of his power. But he can always rebuild Samarkand. However, all loot collected previously is lost until the Samarkand(former) is captured.

Timur is a conqueror that “takes”. Not to incorporate, but to take and utilize the basics as a means to conquer. To assimilate into the self after destroying. Therefore, when Timur pillages his “land” or his “wealth”, he does not get the wealth as it exists currently, but rather he obtains the “parts” to the “whole” to use as he wills.

The designation of Samarkand can easily be upgraded through the conversion of wealth into power. To turn Samarkand into the city of the world's desires, just as he wished to all those years ago….

Tuzk-e-Timur

Title: To Conquer and Assimilate The Assets of My Enemy

Rank: D+++

NP Type: Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress

Range: 5-40

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A tool of cruelty.

A tool of war.

The elephant armies of Timur were one of the most feared and reviled in the world. Timur had obtained these elephants from his conquest of the Delhi Sultanate and had used their elephants to destroy their walls and trample their men under their massive feet.

There was no mercy; no respite offered to his opponents. These were monstrous creatures that ended human life; that extinguished the light of civilization from the land it has conquered, giving the wealth of such to Samarkand and subjugating the peoples of the lands which were conquered.

Summoned as a Rider, Timur has access to his elephants. Each elephant is equipped with a flamethrower capable of spitting fire and is equipped with a massive cannon and rockets. While each elephant might not be equivalent to the most powerful of mounts, but together, they can conquer any city and raze it to the ground in a glory of cannon fire and destruction.

It should be noted that anything the elephants touch counts as a “conquest” for Timur, and that each elephant is controlled directly by Timur.

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Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

Red Team Headquarters

Master of Red

@Letter Bee @Th3King0fChaos@hatakekuro@SSW@Unlucker@SkyHresvelg[anyone else I missed in red faction]

“Dreams are but the future. Without such aspirations, what right to power does one have? Call it naivety. I simply refer to it as “reality”.” Clarenzio said dryly towards Kaden Trask. Without turning to face the person who had made such a backhanded comment against his way of life. But he seemed…. Almost serene. If he had any worry before, such was not found on this version of Clarenzio

He had told his Servant to hide his identity. He had told his Servant that informing others of his existence would allow for better countermeasures to take place.

Clarenzio seemed to defy a lot of conventions. His mannerisms, his appearance, and even the way he spoke seemed unnaturally calm for someone who had just witnessed a colossal display of power. One could chalk it up to his inability to see, yet for whatever reason, he always seemed able to seek what he wished to seek. While impaired in some way, it seemed that his vision did not hinder his ability to ‘view’ the world. What sort of view of the world that might be could be up to speculation. But one could tell he could “see” in a way most others would not have been able to.

However….

---A clap, then another.

---And another

There was a smile on Clarenzio’s face. To defeat the demons of the night…. To aid in the destruction of those who had given up their “humanity” to the detriment of humanity was something that Clarenzio would happily stand beside.

“Excellent work~! Bravo! I could not have done it better myself. You truly are the greatest class of Servant, Saber~! I doubt any of you can even doubt my ability to grant us victory from the jaws of these monstrosities~”

Clarenzio was applauding the display he was shown by his Servant.

“A truly magnificent display by a truly magnificent Servant~! I doubt there is a single Servant in this war that will grant you trouble. Though, personally, I wished you would have kept the bodies more … intact. I suppose beggars cannot be choosers though. With this, you can play all you want. Your righteousness shall light a path for others to follow."

Clarenzio would begin the arduous task of collecting the dead. At the very least, it appeared that the enemy Servants were retreating. Such materia would be something those in his profession would consider invaluable. The prices for such on Dark Amazon would put him into debt for centuries at best, and that wasn’t a bill they could realistically collect on given his magic and personality.

More so, the bigger prize. The blood of that…. Well, realistically Clarenzio didn’t know what she was. But the aura he was able to view from her soul was exuding malice that likely radiated for several blocks.

However, such bodies were incinerated. They would be useless to most mages. Such things were truly disgusting. However, to someone like Clarenzio, who lived off the existence of others, such was not a problem. Specialized in the field of the “curse”, specialized in the tracking of “alignment”, such was not an issue to discover the location of this dust. If his Servant wished to continue to assault his opponents, that would be perfectly fine by him. After all, he was a man of action. It was simply unfortunate that the opponents were to have run away, however, his Servant has proven himself at the end of the day. ‘

“What a haul~. And all for you, my little Valli."

Clarenzio’s shadow would envelop any of the remaining ashes into its existence.

And grow.

In power.

In strength.

In magnitude.

“Clarey, you really know how to make an amorphic shadow demon feel special. You know that?”

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Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

Red Team Headquarters

Master of Red

@Letter Bee @Th3King0fChaos@hatakekuro@SSW@Unlucker@SkyHresvelg[anyone else I missed in red faction]

It appeared that a new person had entered the fray. Perhaps that was not to be unexpected. After all, the seats of the team were not filled yet. There was much to be done. Much to see. And very much to fight.

“I see you have arrived late, …. Lovise, was it? I was merely disagreeing with the choices of the team as a whole, though please, feel free to form a choice of your own. Perhaps I am merely being overly cautious, however, it is a point I surely cannot agree with.”

Clarenzio seems to contemplate a moment, staring blankly upwards with a finger placed on his chin, seemingly deep in contemplation. However, before one is able to question what he was thinking of, he began to ramble once again in his calm inflection that seemed too calm for the conversation at hand.

“Hmm, allow me to ask you this then. Do you believe your poultry curse is strong enough to stand against a moment of time in which the world’s magicks were heavily condensed? Surely, someone of your stature isn’t planning on playing with fire against those mages of the age of gods,... Kaden, no? My expertise is in the realm of such devices(curses). In the event that there is someone on the opposing teams who is able to utilize curses more effectively than I, surely we would not wish to lose ourselves to those devices. Therefore, I ask that my Servant’s name not be made public.”

Clarenzio snaps his position towards Kaden, previously staring into space as he was speaking before he pinpointed a focus somehow with his eyes covered by the strap of leather.

“However, I can attest to his prowess in combat. The strongest class tends to lead to the strongest Servant, is that not right?”

Any Master with even a monochrome of skill would be able to utilize their Master’s Clairvoyance to see that the Saber of Red was a peerless Servant. The Saber class tends to be the most powerful of the class containers, but even so, his read combat stats were much higher than what should be expected of such. A prime Servant of the strongest Class.

“Again, if you wish to share the information of your Servants, that is within your right to do so. I’d simply wish to stay out of this foolish game. After all, even if we are allies now, there are so many wishes one can obtain from the Grail. As soon as the Red Faction is victorious over both black and purple, let us not pretend that we are not going to fight over these wishes.”

Clarenzio was correct. Even if the Grail offered several wishes, it was not as if the Grail would offer 14 wishes for each Servant & Master. From the perspective of the pragmatic individual who had given away much of himself to obtain his power, he could not see a world in which their alliance lasted past the destruction of their current foes. And surely his allies believed the same. It was something that was likely heavy in the room, yet no one wished to bring it up.

“An alliance is never what I suggested. Surely, you’ve misinterpreted me. I have no intention of forming an alliance with the Black Faction. I merely believe that passivity shall simply allow for the Purple Faction to overcome our two Factions in the event they are a more unified group. Perhaps I should state my intention: The destruction of the Purple Faction is a mutual interest for our parties. Lowering the power of the strongest player on the board will allow for the remaining players to resume their fun.”

The purpose of him being in this war. The destruction of the Purple Faction was all he truly cared about. Whether Darnic was successful in his attempt towards obtaining the 「」was not of his concern. He was a mercenary hired by the Mage’s Association due to his association with the Church, and though he was not a proper member, one could consider him almost as if a “sanctioned” Master, even though his methods were rather strange. After all, Stregoneria was a branch of magecraft that was not completely vilified by the Church. Even portions of such were adopted towards Church dogma. Therefore, he was there for a single goal. The absolute destruction of the purple team.

“Humans are beings that burst past the possible to become the impossible. Mages are merely creatures of habit. If Darnic is truly as vile as you say, then all the more reason to assist. If he is still human, if he still holds dear to his heart the Mage’s desire to achieve akashic communion with「」, then our will align. As a fellow magus, I am sure you can understand the desire to achieve that goal; not that I would ever understand such trivialities.”

With a simple turn, he faced the exit of their meeting place. It seemed as if Clarenzio had said his part. The strange Magus (?) was something that even a Clocktower lecturer would find strange. Though the path of a Magus is one that goes against conventions.

And Clarenzio defied those in spades.

“However, I will ask that my considerations are at least considered. I am merely here to save humanity. In the end, so long as our goals align, I see no reason for my path to be any different than your own. I shall make preparations to petrol the area as you speak. I feel as though I am the most suited to do so. Come, Saber. Our presence is required elsewhere.”

A simple command towards his Servant.

However, what was not simple was the way that Clarenzio seemed to glide across the floor as if his feet were being moved through alternative means, his posture not shifting as he holds his hands outward.

Weird flex, but okay.

“Do you have to make a scene everywhere you go, Clarey? Not that I’ll complain about leaving. But still, you know you can just walk out, right?”

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Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

Red Team Headquarters

Master of Red

@Letter Bee @Th3King0fChaos@hatakekuro@SSW

“Oya? Oya oya?”

He stares incredulously towards the female Master. Well, not exactly stared. It appeared that even with his eyes bound by leather, he was able to move his head sharply towards Kesi, staring incredulously at the woman.

There is no malice in his stare. There is no discernible intent. Nothing was there. And for a moment, one might assume that this man would not say anything further, though surely to the person who his “eye” had caught the interest of, this might be somewhat awkward. However, before another word could be spoken, Clarenzio spoke once again in a tone, not unlike his friendly demeanor previously.

“Of course. The names of the past mean very little to me in the grand scheme of things. History is history, and fiction is fiction. Therefore, such information should be freely shared, correct?”

Strangely enough, they had agreed with them. Information should be shared between two individuals who were to work together. If they were to be working as a team, of course, in the end, it would make sense they would need to provide their strengths, and more importantly, their shortcomings if they wished to strategize at maximum capacity.

Clarenzio looks deep in thought once more, before continuing.

“There is no need to discuss the names of our Servants, however. Such information spread between us surely would result if even one of us were to be captured, or dare I say, turncoat, our team will surely crumble. Names are simply tags given to others in an attempt to differentiate them from what persona is presented, is it not? In the war against Servants, information can lead one to victory or ruin. I doubt there is any confusion about that. Given what our enemies are, I cannot say I’d wish to grant others the identity of my Servant or the extent of my Magecraft, and I would wish you not to inform me of such information as well. One could never be sure what liabilities exist within the confines of mercenaries, no? I would imagine you would be able to obtain information on myself should you look for it. Though, if you must for such a label, call me Clarenzio, and my Servant, the Saber of Red. Not the greatest solution, though one all the same.”

Clarenzio seemed to lack any display of emotions during his conversation, aside from the slight smirk that had formed before any of his allies had begun to speak. The sort of speech, elegant in its design, was direct and to the point.

After all, he would save humanity, even if they would not.

“Though I must say, I do not disagree with the sentiment for trusting others on one’s own side. Please, don’t hold my worries against me. Our goals are aligned, and therefore, I see no issue with granting my assistance to you in this case. The victory of humans is something we are very serious about. You have our word on that.”

Not a trace of doubt in his voice, Clarenzio at least on value seems truthful about his intentions. However, given the sort of mindset someone like Clarenzio has, one would not be able to tell their intent sometimes.

“Though I must say, I do not believe that my Servant specializes in the defensive. I am sure of my ability to hold my own in a fight, though if our strategy involves us playing solely defense, I believe we will be playing into the trap of the inhuman, and our pact with the Yggdmillenia will surely falter if we are to think such as. A pact is built on the idea two individuals can gain more from others than from themselves. However, when a pact is not honored, both parties no longer hold an obligation to one another.”

Clarenzio seems to be speaking towards the more aged individual when he speaks this time. Though he speaks more generally towards the group, his eyes seem to have focused towards a neutral position, staring in front of himself; staring towards the great nothing. His eyes were no longer able to provide sensory information, though the residual of such remained. If there were diagrams or anything of the like, such would be useless. Though the “Eye within his mind” gave him insight into the predisposition of the soul. A binary existence that simply surveyed its surroundings, judging those before him.

“I doubt that our opponents are, well, forgive me for saying this, but idiotic enough to allow for the destruction of humanity to take place. In the event they are, I shall see them as nothing but the enemy, and our alliance shall fall apart on that principle alone. Darnic, while his snake-like attributes should not be left unsaid, is a mage of some renown. Mages will never let go of their pursuit, even though we find such to be trivial.”

Once again, Clarenzio seems to imply a “second” individual he was projecting his thoughts to, though to the others, such an individual likely didn’t exist. Valli is the fool who leads the blind. Towards their destruction, or towards their salvation. Such distinctions were not made to this creature who wished to “save” lives. So long as Clarenzio wished to “ascend himself” to take this goal upon himself, Valli would follow him. That was their “pact”, after all.

"We don’t need these chumps. You have a bad choice in friends, you know that? I'm sure they will slow you down and before you know it, you will be begging me to help you again. ”

---Though that does not prevent him from providing his opinion on the matter to the ‘ears’ of Clarenzio. Though Clarenzio minded such words not. His mind was focused on salvation, and Valli was simply the method towards that. His "shadow" existed to shoulder the imperfections of the Saint. Though perhaps, in some ways, that made Valli more "human" than someone who aspired towards this "perfection".

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@Letter Bee {@ the rest of Red Team}

Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

Red Team Headquarters

Master of Red

The man stands tall, about six feet so. His muscles would put the strongest of bodybuilders to shame, and his breath is so light that one might confuse him for a statue should he not make his presence known. His eyes were blocked and hidden by a leather strap, thrown away with his memories, unable to see the world for its superfluous appearance. However, giving his sight away granted him power.

The power to change the fate of humanity.

Infinite possibilities become void as a result of infinite experience. One's own existence becomes bunk under these constraints. To throw away one’s own existence is to walk the path of the Saint. The man who has cheated death once before due to their constraints has died a different sort of death.

“The destruction of the Purple Faction is something I can agree with. The stagnation of humanity shall lead to its death. Coddling from the teet of benevolence is hardly the existence we should afford to your kind. Humans should achieve so much more than that.”

The man states in a calm, serine-like tone of voice without any sort of inflection or changes in his relaxed posture. His presence seems almost nonexistent. Like a breeze upon the world, barely noticeable on one's skin until it presents itself. Such an unorthodox man seems like they would garner much attention, though, for whatever reason, his calm disposition seemed to disarm one with a kind smile.

Though behind that smile laid nothing. A fleeting existence, like the wind. One could never truly understand the thoughts of someone who had willingly given up their memories, well-spoken as "it" might be.

“Everything is false grandeur; I hold concern for this end should it come to that. If the Yggdmillenia of the Black Faction wishes to call the conflict for another time to deal with a threat of inhuman invaders upon the prosperity of humanity, then I shall simply play my part in this conflict to steer said conflict towards its conclusion. Surely, anyone in this position would see this the same, correct, Valli?”

There is a short pause as Clarenzio nods to himself as if he had affirmed something that he already knew. If someone was paying attention, they might notice that the shadow displayed by this man would contradict the direction that it would typically appear according to the light. A-and was it …. Waving?

His Servant was beside him as well, though it appeared that Clarenzio was paying the Saber of Red little mind. After all, he wished to bring upon change. Though he would need the strength of his Servant, such existences were something he, too, could not comprehend. However, in a way he envied them. Those who brought about change as humans were existences that Clarenzio respected. To reject the ingenuity of humanity is to reject the existence of humanity; to stifle them behind the watchful eye of the “other” is simply alien to him.

“Oh, yes, Saber. Are such conditions amicable to yourself? If they are not perhaps there would be a counteroffer you would like to put forward? I will, of course, ignore such an offer. Allowing for the festering of the inhuman is something I cannot abide by. This little game can continue another time. Though that does not mean I have the right to cut your fun short. Act as you may, and so shall I.”

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The Saint

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

Age

27

Nationality

Italian

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Red

ʀᴀɴᴋ

Fes

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Graceful
>Elegant
>Calm Disposition
>Vain

ᴡɪꜱʜ

To seek the perfection he had seen once before. To shepherd humanity to a brighter future. To save those who cannot be saved.

Clarenzio is a simple person. Someone who was born the third of 6 siblings, though he was not to receive the crest of his family. However, his innate magical ability made him a prime candidate for the D’Adragna family, who requested his body to be implanted with their Crest. No member of said family can claim their descendants to the first D’Adragna, dying out years ago and only living on through the adoption of others into their rank. This is due to their magecraft requiring resonance to properly utilize, unworthy hosts, being consumed.

However, this fate is meaningless to him. Death has come to be accepted by Clarenzio. Therefore, if he is unable to continue living. If he cannot fight against the fate granted to him, then he would do his best to save others. To shepherd them to a future he is unable to see.

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴀʟ

Command Seal

ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Imagining nothingness

Qᴜᴀɴᴛɪᴛʏ

C

Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

A

ᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ

Air & Earth

ᴍᴀɢᴇᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ

Stregoneria: Italian Witchcraft that has become synchronous with the dogma of the church, and even accepted into canon in some regards. The practice tends to focus on binding two concepts together in order to cleanse them of their sin or to create connections on the microcosmic scale. This phenomenon refers to how an imitation of a whole or parts of a subject gains properties and attributes that are inherent to that source, however, Clarenzio specializes in severing the imperfections to cleanse the body. Though such imperfections must always remain within the body, bound to it in some way.

Some tattoo themselves with markings of themselves, though Clarenzio chose for their sin to be bound to his shadow. Thus birthed the creature known as “Demonic Beast: Valli”, the manifestation of his imperfection; the Shadow of his true self that exists to bear his crosses, so he may become a Saint. In fact, his body has already become conductive of such due to shedding away his mortality.

ᴄʀᴇꜱᴛ

350 years, 17 generations. The crest that saves humanity tends towards the destruction of the host.

ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ cᴏᴅᴇ

Resonance of the Esoteric Strega: A simple string. At least, in terms of appearance. One could say that the base of Stregoneria is a concept known as the “Mending of the Person” utilizing various methods ranging from exorcism to cleansing. A less-utilized due to the danger is the combination of two things to heal the first. To stitch one's existence to another. This acts as a tether to the spirit, binding two existences. However, just as the existences can be bound, so too may the string be severed to remove this bind.

A Box of many Possums: Useful for various purposes. The box has an enchantment so its weight is lowered significantly.

Pure Eyes of Aura Sight: The ability to distinguish between “Evil” and “Good” through the sight as well as the adherence one has to “principal” or their “individuality”. Though Clarenzio has given his normal sense to actualize his Demonic Beast, these have become the only way he is able to see the world.

Demonic Beast: Valli: An existence born of the sin which Clarenzio had deemed unworthy of their true self; an immoral being of sin and loosely formed memories was given life when Clarenzio offered his sight in order to take a step closer to becoming a "perfect being". This beast of shade and ichor is a demon bound to the shadow of Clarenzio. A formless existence that takes the shape of what is required. Valli waits until the day where Clarenzio archives their purpose so it may consume them, bones and all.

Until that time comes, however, Valli shall assist Clarenzio out of their own choice. Demons are simply existences that wish to alleviate suffering, and due to this, the two share a similar goal. Valli will carve a way for the end of suffering. Therefore, Valli will bear the burden of Clarenzio's Sin; the very memories that make him a being and convert them into grudges. Therefore, one might ask if Clarenzio is still even Clarenzio at this point.

Mundane Skills

Non-magical skills

>Incredible Combat Prowess due to the makeup of his form, in addition to the skill required to perform in combat. Due to losing his memories in his quest to "become the savior of humanity", other skills have been lost. A saint merely fights for humanity. That is their purpose.

GAHAHAHA! Ore-sama saikyou!

Appearance

Rider

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Muhammad Shuja Uddin Temurgurkani Barlas

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Purple

ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ

Probably Man, though up to GMs

ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timur

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Timur is incredibly straightforward, brutish and cruel, and almost deliberately acts against the principles of morality.

>Timur is the sort to relentlessly attack, even if it means scoring a hit at the expense of his well-being. In that sense, he is a petty man who does not like to lose, regardless of the challenge. He is also a sore loser that refuses to let others get one upon him.

>Timur will often act in a vengeful way against those who have bested him in some way and always plays dirty.

>Timur is a jerk to more or less everyone, even the people he likes.

ᴡɪꜱʜ

“Everything should belong to me! Gahahahaha!”

ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ

STR: B
END:B
AGI:C
MNA:C
LCK:B+

ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Magic Resist: C

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

Riding: A

All vehicles and all creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Revelation: A

To hear the voice of God.

To see the outcome.

Timur claimed that he was able to commune with Allah and that the favor of Allah was always by his side. He heard all the time what he had to do, and many believed that he was loved by Allah above. A prophet in his own right.

He was a man who knew no loss.

He was a man who never feared his opponent.

After all, the grace of “Allah” was on his side.

Golden Rule(Ruin): A

To obtain wealth through conquest. To take from others without fail. To amass a wealth unrivaled by others.

In Timur’s case, any “land” he owns is “sacked” and converted into wealth.

As Timur’s wealth increases, everyone else’s goes down.

The Demonic Khan of Death: -

A demon.

Every piece of literature from eastern sources attributes the acts of Timur to be a demon. A man who would make martyrs from the skulls of men he beheaded and make them into the foundation of his new city walls.

However, if one thing is true, Timur would never lie to someone. Though his truth is not much better than his lies.

In battle, if one were to face against Timur, their very being would not wish to fight against this man. They are compelled to flee in terror, thus, if one were to ignore the pleas from their souls, they will become disadvantaged while fighting him. His mere existence forces those who consider themselves “heroes” to have their very core shaken by unspeakable evils.

Because of this perception, Timur has become a “demon” in terms of appearance.

ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ

Amirtaimur-ir-Gurkani

Title: The Sword of Islam

Rank: E-A+

NP Type:

Range: 0-10

Maximum Number of Targets: 1000

Description:

A thousand blades to end a thousand lives.

Timur was a tactician of a man, through and through. Through political maneuvering, he was able to secure his leadership and create one of the most feared and respected regimes in human history. While he was a skilled combatant in his own right, his true power came from the people he associated with.

The men of his army were the might of his empire, and he was the most feared and respected man in it. Thus, he became the Sword of Islam. As a Servant, his body has been changed into a thousand blades and he can summon those blades within his range.

Timur also claimed the swords of Mohammad, however, due to the fact that there are no associated legends of Timur utilizing these swords, they are just very nice swords. While he has only one-thousand swords, aside from the swords of Mohammad, Timur can regenerate these weapons by expanding his Samarqand-ir-Kuruš wealth. In addition to this, "parts" of Timur can be manifested and given to others. There is but a single sword that Timur was known to use. If summoned in the class of “Saber”, the sword he wields would have additional properties, but due to being summoned in the class of “rider”, it is stunted into only being able to shift its form as he fights, as if fighting with a solid flame. However, it is a peerless blade, all the same, equal to the greatest holy weapon.

The wealth that has been converted into Samarkand can replenish this supply of blades if they are to be destroyed.

Samarqand-ir-Kuruš

Title: To Create a Mountain of Skulls and Assimilate to Oneself

Rank: -

NP Type: Fortress Noble Phantasm

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: -

Description: Description: Timur’s greatest achievement, the enrichment of himself through the conquest of lands far away from his capital city. To take from others and provide oneself with wealth, power, and pleasure. None more obvious than his glorious capital of Samarkand.

Timur designates an area to act as his “Samarkand”. Any wealth that is obtained by Timur is transported to this “capital city”. The very land that Timur walks on becomes his “property”, attuning this land to Samarkand, and by extension himself. Whatever he touches is instantly attuned to himself. People who walk in the land that Timur controls are disadvantaged and Timur is advantaged in these lands, and the land in Timur's domain is owned by him. Timur always has access to Samarkand’s riches so long as he is in a space that he owns. Timur can attune a region to his ownership so long as people do not stop him.

Timur can “purchase” defenses to defend Samarkand with the wealth he pilages, spend money to improve his power, or spend money to improve his noble phantasm’s power. Within his territory, Timur is king. Any go-ons are conveyed to him instantly as if he has clairvoyance over the region, though nuances might fail to register. If Samarkand is to fall, Timur will lose a lot of his power. But he can always rebuild Samarkand. However, all loot collected previously is lost until the Samarkand(former) is captured.

Timur is a conqueror that “takes”. Not to incorporate, but to take and utilize the basics as a means to conquer. To assimilate into the self after destroying. Therefore, when Timur pillages his “land” or his “wealth”, he does not get the wealth as it exists currently, but rather he obtains the “parts” to the “whole” to use as he wills.

The designation of Samarkand can easily be upgraded through the conversion of wealth into power. To turn Samarkand into the city of the world's desires, just as he wished to all those years ago….

Tuzk-e-Timur

Title: To Conquer and Assimilate The Assets of My Enemy

Rank: D+++

NP Type: Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress

Range: 5-40

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A tool of cruelty.

A tool of war.

The elephant armies of Timur were one of the most feared and reviled in the world. Timur had obtained these elephants from his conquest of the Delhi Sultanate and had used their elephants to destroy their walls and trample their men under their massive feet.

There was no mercy; no respite offered to his opponents. These were monstrous creatures that ended human life; that extinguished the light of civilization from the land it has conquered, giving the wealth of such to Samarkand and subjugating the peoples of the lands which were conquered.

Summoned as a Rider, Timur has access to his elephants. Each elephant is equipped with a flamethrower capable of spitting fire and is equipped with a massive cannon and rockets. While each elephant might not be equivalent to the most powerful of mounts, but together, they can conquer any city and raze it to the ground in a glory of cannon fire and destruction.

It should be noted that anything the elephants touch counts as a “conquest” for Timur, and that each elephant is controlled directly by Timur.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

The Saint

ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna

ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ʀᴀɴᴋ

Fes

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ

>Graceful
>Elegant
>Calm Disposition
>Vain

ᴡɪꜱʜ

To seek the perfection he had seen once before. To shepherd humanity to a brighter future. To save those who cannot be saved.

Clarenzio is a simple person. Someone who was born the third of 6 siblings, though he was not to receive the crest of his family. However, his innate magical ability made him a prime candidate for the D’Adragna family, who requested his body to be implanted with their Crest. No member of said family can claim their descendants to the first D’Adragna, dying out years ago and only living on through the adoption of others into their rank. This is due to their magecraft requiring resonance to properly utilize, unworthy hosts, being consumed.

However, this fate is meaningless to him. Death has come to be accepted by Clarenzio. Therefore, if he is unable to continue living. If he cannot fight against the fate granted to him, then he would do his best to save others. To shepherd them to a future he is unable to see.

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴀʟ

Command Seal

ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Imagining nothingness

Qᴜᴀɴᴛɪᴛʏ

C

Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

A

ᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ

Air & Earth

ᴍᴀɢᴇᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ

Stregoneria: Italian Witchcraft that has become synchronous with the dogma of the church, and even accepted into canon in some regards. The practice tends to focus on binding two concepts together in order to cleanse them of their sin or to create connections on the microcosmic scale. This phenomenon refers to how an imitation of a whole or parts of a subject gains properties and attributes that are inherent to that source, however, Clarenzio specializes in severing the imperfections to cleanse the body. Though such imperfections must always remain within the body, bound to it in some way.

Some tattoo themselves with markings of themselves, though Clarenzio chose for their sin to be bound to his shadow. Thus birthed the creature known as “Demonic Beast: Valli”, the manifestation of his imperfection; the Shadow of his true self that exists to bear his crosses, so he may become a Saint. In fact, his body has already become conductive of such due to shedding away his mortality.

ᴄʀᴇꜱᴛ

350 years, 17 generations. The crest that saves humanity tends towards the destruction of the host.

ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ cᴏᴅᴇ

Resonance of the Esoteric Strega: A simple string. At least, in terms of appearance. One could say that the base of Stregoneria is a concept known as the “Mending of the Person” utilizing various methods ranging from exorcism to cleansing. A less-utilized due to the danger is the combination of two things to heal the first. To stitch one's existence to another. This acts as a tether to the spirit, binding two existences. However, just as the existences can be bound, so too may the string be severed to remove this bind.

A Box of many Possums: Useful for various purposes. The box has an enchantment so its weight is lowered significantly.

Pure Eyes of Aura Sight: The ability to distinguish between “Evil” and “Good” through the sight as well as the adherence one has to “principal” or their “individuality”. Though Clarenzio has given his normal sense to actualize his Demonic Beast, these have become the only way he is able to see the world.

Demonic Beast: Valli: An existence born of the sin which Clarenzio had deemed unworthy of their true self; an immoral being of sin and loosely formed memories was given life when Clarenzio offered his sight in order to take a step closer to becoming a "perfect being". This beast of shade and ichor is a demon bound to the shadow of Clarenzio. A formless existence that takes the shape of what is required. Valli waits until the day where Clarenzio archives their purpose so it may consume them, bones and all.

Until that time comes, however, Valli shall assist Clarenzio out of their own choice. Demons are simply existences that wish to alleviate suffering, and due to this, the two share a similar goal. Valli will carve a way for the end of suffering. Therefore, Valli will bear the burden of Clarenzio's Sin; the very memories that make him a being and convert them into grudges. Therefore, one might ask if Clarenzio is still even Clarenzio at this point.

Mundane Skills

Non-magical skills

>Incredible Combat Prowess due to the makeup of his form, in addition to the skill required to preform in combat. Due to losing his memories in his quest to "become the savior of humanity", other skills have been lost. A saint merely fights for humanity. That is their purpose.

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I guess I could make a master.

@Yukitamas

Not if I make one first!

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - The Ends justify the Means!

The Demonic Pope and his Demoness

Sylvester

Meridiana

_________________________________________________________________________________________
Name: Gerbertus Aureliacensis (Pope Sylvester II)
Title: The Dark Pontiff
Class: Rider
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height / Weight: 190cm, 85kg
Source:
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Personality:
His inability to read the mood is beyond comparison, often resulting in the appearance of stoicism due to his perception of how a pope should remain regal at all times. Perhaps it would be better to compare him to a “man pretending to act human” rather than a human.

Sylvester will also always listen to Meridiana, regardless of what she says, and will act upon her will, as he was once told by one of the people in his monastery that a “ good husband always follows his wife”, and he wishes to replicate being a “good husband” to his loving wife, even if he doesn’t truly comprehend the emotion himself.

Meridiana, or Meri, as she asks to be called by Sylvester, tends to act as she wants as if she is a princess without any sort of restraint, of which Sylvester doesn’t seem keen on stopping. Regardless, she seems to not request many things from Sylvester, knowing that his sense of obligation often outweighs any rationale he might possess. According to Meridiana, there was nothing particularly special about when she had first met Sylvester, but that has changed.

One can compare their relationship to the nerdy guy who dates the Stacy and no one can figure out why. However, if there is one thing that is true about both of them, it is that they love one another greatly.

Bio: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Sylvester_II

Weapon: His fist. His wife.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B+
Mana:B
Luck:E
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Class Skills:
Magic Resist: B: Cancel spells of B-Rank or below.

Riding: EX: The ability to ride. However, to someone like Sylvester, who cannot seem to even ride even the most basic of things with any sort competency, or perhaps refuses to ride most anything, he might not qualify for a rider.

The truth of the matter is that he is only adept at riding a single entity…

Personal Skills:
Jacob’s Limbs (False): A+

Perhaps not truly the fighting style developed by Jacob, however, it holds a similar effect. Surely someone who had at one time defeated the king of hell himself with little more than his fists. He could, however, not defeat him in the steel cage rematch 1v100 battle. This skill also applies to Meridiana.

The Hanging Bridge: -

The ability to create a possibility that neither exists on "heaven nor earth"; to make a 0 into a 1. To create a possibility out of nothing.

Battle Continuation B

Survived while being disemboweled by the devil for hours before being dragged into hell. The ability to survive with deadly wounds and persist through them, battling on.
_________________________________________________________________

NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: Meridiana, The Demonic Possession of a Sinful Pontiff
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: The greatest friend and lover to Pope Sylvester. The Woman who had made him from but a simple man, wasting his existence in a monastery, into the highest position in the Catholic church.

An ancient succubus, Meridiana was the sort of woman who never believed they would fall in love with such a man, but she couldn’t help her feelings once they started. Meridiana normally keeps herself attached to her Husband’s as a replacement for the right hand and left eye the devil had taken from him due to her ability to shapeshift. She vowed she would never forgive that man for his transgressions against her love, even if it meant revolting from hell itself.

Title: Meridiana, The Brazen Head Eye of Providence
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range:-
Maximum Number of Targets:-
Description: A calculation device of sorts that utilizes Yes (1) and No (0) in order to create appropriate responses based on interpretations of this data.

Though observation increases the speed at which the data can be converted into “information”, it is not necessary, for it would be active even if the user was to lose their eyes. Perhaps it could be closer to “revealing the truth of the world” rather than a conversion of data, but to someone like Sylvester, whom of which only thought of the world in his mathematical calculations prior to meeting Meridiana, it seems to have taken this effect.

It should be noted that the data cannot be “changed” but merely “observed”, but as long as it is possible to be “observed”, it should not be a problem to calculate. Something that interprets what “is”.

Some stories revolving around Sylvester conflate the two noble phantasms and the actions of Meridiana, thus, they have been supplemented into one. The truth is that Sylvester doesn’t require Meridiana to utilize this ability, but offloading information assists him in focusing during combat situations.

Title: Godhand, The Demonic Requiem of the Sinful Pontiff
Rank:-
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range:-
Maximum Number of Targets:1
Description:Not particularly a "noble phantasm" per se, but a skill that had reached the level of a noble phantasm. To momentarily be granted power for a limited action that would allow a mere mortal to reach the level of the man who had pushed even the lord of hell Satan to his ropes, forcing him to cut a deal for his life. Though one does not have to state anything to activate the skill, due to his conditioning Sylvester often states the attack as he commits to it.

Fighting Style: He punches dudes. Typically really hard.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - The Ends justify the Means!

The Demonic Pope and his Demoness

Sylvester

Meridiana

_________________________________________________________________________________________
Name: Gerbertus Aureliacensis (Pope Sylvester II)
Title: The Dark Pontiff
Class: Rider
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height / Weight: 190cm, 85kg
Source:
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Personality:
His inability to read the mood is beyond comparison, often resulting in the appearance of stoicism due to his perception of how a pope should remain regal at all times. Perhaps it would be better to compare him to a “man pretending to act human” rather than a human.

Sylvester will also always listen to Meridiana, regardless of what she says, and will act upon her will, as he was once told by one of the people in his monastery that a “ good husband always follows his wife”, and he wishes to replicate being a “good husband” to his loving wife, even if he doesn’t truly comprehend the emotion himself.

Meridiana, or Meri, as she asks to be called by Sylvester, tends to act as she wants as if she is a princess without any sort of restraint, of which Sylvester doesn’t seem keen on stopping. Regardless, she seems to not request many things from Sylvester, knowing that his sense of obligation often outweighs any rationale he might possess. According to Meridiana, there was nothing particularly special about when she had first met Sylvester, but that has changed.

One can compare their relationship to the nerdy guy who dates the Stacy and no one can figure out why. However, if there is one thing that is true about both of them, it is that they love one another greatly.

Bio: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Sylvester_II

Weapon: His fist. His wife.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Parameters:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B+
Mana:B
Luck:E
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Class Skills:
Magic Resist: B: Cancel spells of B-Rank or below.

Riding: EX: The ability to ride. However, to someone like Sylvester, who cannot seem to even ride even the most basic of things with any sort competency, or perhaps refuses to ride most anything, he might not qualify for a rider.

The truth of the matter is that he is only adept at riding a single entity…

Personal Skills:
Jacob’s Limbs (False): A+

Perhaps not truly the fighting style developed by Jacob, however, it holds a similar effect. Surely someone who had at one time defeated the king of hell himself with little more than his fists. He could, however, not defeat him in the steel cage rematch 1v100 battle. This skill also applies to Meridiana.

The Hanging Bridge: -

The ability to create a possibility that neither exists on "heaven nor earth"; to make a 0 into a 1. To create a possibility out of nothing.

Battle Continuation B

Survived while being disemboweled by the devil for hours before being dragged into hell. The ability to survive with deadly wounds and persist through them, battling on.
_________________________________________________________________

NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: Meridiana, The Demonic Possession of a Sinful Pontiff
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti-unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: The greatest friend and lover to Pope Sylvester. The Woman who had made him from but a simple man, wasting his existence in a monastery, into the highest position in the Catholic church.

An ancient succubus, Meridiana was the sort of woman who never believed they would fall in love with such a man, but she couldn’t help her feelings once they started. Meridiana normally keeps herself attached to her Husband’s as a replacement for the right hand and left eye the devil had taken from him due to her ability to shapeshift. She vowed she would never forgive that man for his transgressions against her love, even if it meant revolting from hell itself.

Title: Meridiana, The Brazen Head Eye of Providence
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range:-
Maximum Number of Targets:-
Description: A calculation device of sorts that utilizes Yes (1) and No (0) in order to create appropriate responses based on interpretations of this data.

Though observation increases the speed at which the data can be converted into “information”, it is not necessary, for it would be active even if the user was to lose their eyes. Perhaps it could be closer to “revealing the truth of the world” rather than a conversion of data, but to someone like Sylvester, whom of which only thought of the world in his mathematical calculations prior to meeting Meridiana, it seems to have taken this effect.

It should be noted that the data cannot be “changed” but merely “observed”, but as long as it is possible to be “observed”, it should not be a problem to calculate. Something that interprets what “is”.

Some stories revolving around Sylvester conflate the two noble phantasms and the actions of Meridiana, thus, they have been supplemented into one. The truth is that Sylvester doesn’t require Meridiana to utilize this ability, but offloading information assists him in focusing during combat situations.

Title: Godhand, The Demonic Requiem of the Sinful Pontiff
Rank:-
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range:-
Maximum Number of Targets:1
Description:Not particularly a "noble phantasm" per se, but a skill that had reached the level of a noble phantasm. To momentarily be granted power for a limited action that would allow a mere mortal to reach the level of the man who had pushed even the lord of hell Satan to his ropes, forcing him to cut a deal for his life. Though one does not have to state anything to activate the skill, due to his conditioning Sylvester often states the attack as he commits to it.

Fighting Style: He punches dudes. Typically really hard.