Player 2

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Abe no Seimei
Parc de la Villete, Canal District
@Froppy

Escape was indeed the wisest idea on the intruders part.

It was not something that would go pursued, just not by himself personally. He had his own servants for such matters.

Formless Shiki-no-kami, spirits drawn from the land; expressions of ideas, forces of nature, hidden in shinkai. The art of binding one to the will of the caster was something that took years to truly master without error. Error was not something Abe no Seimei had to be concerned about. Were Byakko, Seiryu, or the Heavenly Ocean Tenkou with him... it would all be over already, but alas. It's simply too much to ask for a fraudulent device to retain the summit of his Magecraft.

The one bound for the simple task of spying was a being which could have been called a 'fragment' of Paris' pride -- loud, old and somewhat riddled with dementia in recent years. A bit of human nature which had, in and of itself, become nature. Without shape, it ranted and raved about being 'the emperor', being 'the president', and then back to 'the emperor'. Then it was a 'prince-president'. It simply could not make up its mind.

Something about invading the land of Russia too. Ill advised, but Caster would give the spirit a Russia to hound.

While the spirit was formless, he was nonetheless able to perceive it -- such was the gift of his eyes, granting him vision of what was the 'truth'. A shadowy body, more akin to a hunched and masked Nue than a man, wearing loud golden epaulettes, something between a tricorn and a crown upon its masked head, the latter of which could only really be described as 'mixed in mood'.

"Go," he commanded the creature, and it went, slipping back into the world of shinkai, in pursuit of the brutish intruder and their similarly daft Master. From then on he would operate as if all others had seen his warning: Intruding upon the territory of Abe no Seimei was unwise. The land was his -- not merely his and the Master's joint workshop, but beyond it too.

Let them squabble and skirmish for a false system and an equally false wish. He had his own goals to attend to.

'I will applaud where it is due. She did manage to fend of the most lasting effects of my work, but a human mind is a human mind, Magus or no. Hopefully a lesson has been learned here today,' the Caster communicated to his Master, the smug tone of it making his praise sound dishonest in nature. Like one appraising a cute animal's failure, more than anything else. 'Now, what to do with the others? I can't say I'm fond of inviting people into our little getaway, but...' Caster moped, pursing his lips together.

The idea of working with people other than his given partner and the scion of the Minamoto was giving him a headache already.

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Ahez
Palais Omnisports de Paris, Bercy, Residential District
@Unoedipal

"Anyway, I'm the Magnificent Ahez! But you, Assassin, can call me Princess, Shadow Antoinette, or Master, or Buddy, or Ahez. Whatever work, really!"

The introduction was a brief one, but Assassin had said it himself -- she was not to disappoint him. Upon spotting his first 'disguise', the undeniable King of Knights, she had almost puked on the floor from the very prospect of working alongside him. King Arthur was a goody-two-shoes! She was a mastermind! A Morgan! But... without the incest. One-hundred percent without that. And anything like that at all, really.

But then he had turned out to be a clearly deranged clown. Much better!

A deranged clown with an appreciation for the stage too. What a good haul for her. His relative power didn't even matter, she clearly got the only Servant worth having from her perspective.

"So here's the skinny, Vinny; We need to get a lay of the land, so we're going to do some scouting. I mean, I already know the lay out of Paris but I don't know where everyone else is. And if we're going to be doing this all sneaky like, then we'll need..."

She paused for dramatic effect, the stage lights adjusting and spinning around the stage, as if leading up to a big reveal.

Then they homed back in on her, illuminating her stance with one hand on her hip, two fingers raised over the 'eye' of her mask in a V, a magnificent glint coming from the vertical, blinking thing.

"Knowledge."

"I mean, if that's okay with you. I've already got Eagowl Swift and Rat Prince working on what they can, but they're only two things."

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Abe no Seimei
Parc de la Villete, Canal District
@Froppy @KoL @floodtalon @ItMeGritty @DostHou

"What a load of busy work. Were the emperor a figure of importance still, this would surely be in their domain of work,"

Abe no Seimei sighed like something of a petulant child, watching as the unhinged Servant began their assault of a different Master-Servant duo from a pleasant park tree, resting his cheek on a palm, mask firmly in place. A safe distance was to be kept, as he did not need to be close to do what he needed to do.

"But alas, if I am to get what I desire... some work may be required, it is true," he argued to himself, needing to convince himself that -- yes, it was in his best interest to deal with people acting like absolute baboons on his mountain.

He would not make a decent king.

With a lazy flick of his wrist and the barest bit of focus, burning petals heralded the summoning of one of his many tools -- a simple bit of decorated rice paper. If the evident Berserker and her elected opponent were going to make a mess of things, then he would need to behave as he did in Kyoto when dealing with similar, ruckusy matters.

He would need to control the situation so that it did not become a situation.

The inhuman sage held the ofuda aloft, a spike of magical energy signalling the awakening of the spell within. And unnecessarily -- out of raw ceremony and flare alone -- he began to speak the powerless words.

"Desire of the World, Love of the Seeker. Be blind not to harm.
Numberless protection: Directionless Love-Stained Wisdom King,
Aizen-Myōō."

A token of respect to the spell itself, really.

For a creature such as himself, the act of 'love' came as easily as breathing. The matter of 'charming' people was a simple one, as too was patronizing such a thing as he had. A wave washed through the area, slipping beneath clothes and into ears and hears. The compulsion to leave gripped them, wiping out consideration of anything else.

Desire blanketed the area, and the people caved. It became their single driving idea, urging them to vacate and let the two Servants and Master inevitably fight. Some stumbled away, others ran as if their lives depended on it. And to top it off, they'd forget the past few minutes. Tends to happen when you completely lose yourself to something.

All the while, the fox-eared Caster appraised the situation evenly.

Clearly, the instigator of the potential mess before him was to bear the brunt of his aggression. “But still, what a boring response…” Seimei griped still, ear twitching. Entertainment was something he desired, and so the failure to provided brought him to a simple conclusion:

Create his own.

The Master of the brute, he decided, would pay for the act. The Servant would follow in time.

Abe no Seimei reached out, a hand grasping an ephemeral strand beyond the veil of regular perception.

In the distance, residing among the rubble of the building laid to waste by the brute’s charge, were fifteen lost souls. Slain in the blind rampage of a powerful, albeit senseless Servant and the command of a mundane, and also stupid, Master.

Incompetency was to be punished.

He saw them, the remnants of life and the dregs of spirit. Surprise, grief, regret. ‘Why now? Why today?’

‘Why did this happen to me?’

‘Someone, please, save me.’

‘Someone, please, save my daughter.’

‘I just want to live.’

‘God, please help.’

‘Anyone, please help.’

‘Help.’

‘Help.’

‘Help.’

So much crying from a mere fifteen, soon to be twenty-one by his reckoning. Even standing among the ruins of a town beset by oni did not have the same volume. The people of the era were far more attached to their lives, less accepting of a new beginning and ultimate finality. That was fine.

The dying desperation of a single human was a loud thing indeed. A powerful fuel for one such as him, a medium between the living and departed. He gripped those feelings with the mastery of a sculptor -- the passion of death reshaped and reformed, harnessed.

“A light punishment, as far as I’m concerned. But most often do make mistakes,” he said disappointedly. So many mistakes in the world. A shame more could not follow in his lead. “And to teach is to appreciate. Even a failure such as yourself deserves some kind of affection.”

“Dharmapala of Two Realms. Wrathful God Blessing: Penance.”

Grudge, converted into energy, converted into a curse. It did not come from himself, but from the dead. He was a mere facilitator, granting them the means to convert that feeling of passionate death into reality.

The dead rose not in the physical world, but only in the world of the brute Servant’s Master. Some burned with anger, others damp with grief. Some merely rotted, others transformed. Even the soon-dead, their spirits already halfway, distended into horrific creatures of invisible unlife, neither alive nor dead, yet both.

They lurched and lumbered towards her, the noises coming from their throats unearthly, but their message clear only to her.

It was terror, communicated to her and resonating within, her very self becoming it.

Incompetency was to be punished. The empathetic horror of those she killed would be hers -- but it was not an eternal curse, not one to burn her very soul away into the deep hours of her life.

There was a condition of release, one which obliged her liberation from the coming hours, maybe even years, of torment:

‘Kill your Servant. Go home. You are much out of your league.’

Abe no Seimei sighed once more.

“I am too nice to the young ones.”

Abe no Seimei would content himself to observe from then on, his physical body vanishing into motes in the rays of the sun.

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Ahez
Palais Omnisports de Paris, Bercy, Residential District
@Unoedipal

The girl stares at the mask in her hands. She had made it herself.

Beneath her, a body. Upon it she saw the corpse of disaster, the destruction of a potential series of events, carved apart by an unseen blade. That too, she had created.

How many more would refuse to listen to her truth? That change was necessary towards survival? Was it so absurd to consider it?

She would have scoffed, had she any mood left to afford the action. Instead, she merely stared at the body. Young -- older than her, but still young. It didn't take much to be older than her, at a mere ten years of age. But she was always beyond her years.

For the moment, she shared the same perception that everyone held -- a world filtered only through the eyes of man, full of lies and false information. For that moment, she could understand the fear of change. What if it too was a lie? What if their ways truly were the only thing protecting their way of life?

And then she placed the Mystic Code back over her eyes, and her vision of the world became unique once more. The ways of her peers were flawed, stifling the very thing they sought to protect. The system of imposed generational hierarchies stifled the mind of the youthful blood, bringing with it false preconceptions and searing them into the flesh of the structure they had built, branding those within it.

But who was willing to truly fight for something different, something better.

Of course she would.

Her family, so minor, had given life to her. And yet she surpassed so many of blood older than hers, and ages greater. That was a proof, in and of itself. Talent and ingenuity were not something dictated by lineage.

She stepped over the body, and towards her nascent group of followers, appraising her eagerly, watching for any flaw.

She presented none. She smiled, and walked without a stutter in her step or apparent mood. A fortress of mind, willing to do what others would not. To contest those who were perceived as uncontestable, and gather those ungatherable.

Let the change come with her, rather than the change bring her.

And what do you know, a few years later she's a pretty big deal. Not the biggest deal, but a fairly sized one. Chunky. It had only taken a bit of asking to acquire the Omnisports Palace to herself under the guise of a 'private event', which wasn't entirely incorrect. It was indeed private, and it was doubly indeed an event.

And so she went about the business one would conduct in a supposed Holy Grail War. Step one, set up shop with appropriate warning systems and a couple of layers of proximity defences tick. Step two assemble The Dashing Fellows, three chimeras who could serve her in the initial stages of the so-called Holy Grail War. Eagowl Swift, the Prince, and Lil' Beezle would server her well. The former two had already moved on to their respective missions, acting as her eyes on the city and her ears in the walls. Lil' Beezle on the other hand just licked himself at her feet, because he was mostly cat. But he was a good cat-thing, she could tell.

The final preparation was to merely summon a Servant. It did not matter which in her mind. A legend was a legend, and while some were greater than others, many would not cooperate with her particular mindset. So she would fall into the arms of whichever one fate summoned. She summoned blindly, and called upon her blade.

It was something of a good match.

The stage lights focused on her, the rest of the stadium in pure darkness.

And so she began the first dance of the event to her audience of none.

"Un bel dí, vedremo lavarsi un fil de fumo ♪"

And so went the song of Madame Butterfly. It is a slow dance, not one intended to be moved to as much as it was listened to. But alas, dance adapts, and so too does she. Even still, she changes the message of the Butterfly, turns the dance into something almost optimistic despite the longing sadness contained within her song. Defiance ran through her being, even translating into something as simple as something like that -- a transforming dance.

She was not the Butterfly. She was not a creature of tragedy, but one of a hopeful future.

To her, she was merely dancing for the fun of it. To the non-existent audience, or any who would observe, she was the sun itself, blinding in her grace. Every movement was a charm.

"But this... is merely the opening act!" she declared to no one, a near ferocious grin on her face, eager for what came next. She reached out with a hand, one leg jutting out behind her into a picture perfect arabesque pose. "This is not my act alone, no no! You have not come to see I, but the main star."

She broke into a spin, her once-pointed out leg coming back in to carry her around. She seamlessly slid to the ground, gesturing out to the darkness of the stage, posed like a helpless maiden despite being anything but. "Tell me, o star! Do we actors not have feelings to? Are we not people?!"

"Does the tragedy we act out not become real? Does the joy we feel not get swept away? Answer me, o star! Answer me, Assassin!"

It was going to be a clown of a time, she could tell.

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Abe no Seimei
City of Science & Industry, Parc de la Villete, Canal District
@Froppy

There were many things in life and unlife that the one called 'Seimei' enjoyed. Being doted upon was one of them, no matter what form it happened to take. Indeed, having his hair and ears stroked on a quiet day on the lap of another was certainly among the finer things in life, and it was something he tended to have little difficulty getting out of certain people. It was in his nature to be looked after, and to look after others. It simply could not be helped.

As it was in that moment, his so-called Master had wisely and willingly allowed him to rest his head of fluffy hair upon her legs while she went about the process of winning his favor -- not that she had to work hard for it. Her appearance was none too dissimilar from a spider woman he had once dealt with, and that was a compliment of the highest order. She had died, and he had reveled in her death, but even in that moment he could not fail to acknowledge the unusual beauty of such a thing.

Kurojishi Mirai had the added benefit of not being an actual monster. Maybe one in spirit and mind, but that was merely within the capacity of humanity. It was the kind of monster he could accept. The kind of monster he could foster and protect.

The great sage's ear twitched, a pleased hum coming from his throat, eyes shut.

All the while, his limbs were in action. His feet moved with an uncanny deftness, brushes held between a pair of toes for each foot, trailing black ink into patterns which then completed into blessings of earthly protection and a calling of spirit respectively. One for when they're out and about, the other for Mirai's impressive pet thing.

Well, impressive by her standards. It needed work in his eyes -- everything she had set up did. But such were the limitations of the age, he supposed. He would guide her hand, improve her craft in a way that ensures she retains the knowledge. Although not much of a teacher in any other matter, the area of their shared interest was a different matter.

He would, naturally, improve her pet too. It could be so much more. In the absence of his beloved Commanders, he would have to make a new one. The ground work her family laid allowed for him to potentially reach that height, where he would otherwise be restrained by whatever he had on hand. Indeed, binding it to him would also solve a myriad of issues in regards to power.

But it needed work first. Its spirit needed to be awakened -- and failing that, a new one needed to be created inside of it.

And he was nothing if not an expert when it came to such things.

His free hand paged through his tome, tracing the ancient dried ink within. He knew each line off by heart, so he was mostly using it for referencing. Creating Ofuda came automatically and quickly to him, but he wasn't about to not reference his own work. That'd be a waste.

He opened an eye steadily, looking up at Mirai's face (barely, there was something in the way -- two things), a cheeky little smirk spreading across his contradictory pretty-and-handsome face.

"The benefits of having so many limbs. You can still attend to my comfort while working so diligently. You're an admirable woman, Master," he finished with an almost teasing tone. "I can only hope to fulfil my role for you, as much of a tricky and useless husband as I may be."

He shut his eye again.

Abe no Seimei's thoughts were always preoccupied with people. How to help them, how to exploit them, how to move them forward, how to love them. It was the kind of animal he was.

That had not changed.

The woman before him had forged a contract. As such, his thoughts became focused on her. How to fulfil the role she needed, how to please her and make her happy.

But it was all a selfish love. It was that love that moved him forward in the world, which brought him to the ear of the emperor and the friendship of the Minamoto. But within that love was also necessity, and the understanding of stewardship. Humans could not always see the way forward, so he would push them.

The beast of love. A love that can kill as easily as it can please.

"So, what do you have planned for the evening? This supposed city of love has many sights, I am informed," he not-so-subtly suggested.

He wasn't the stay at home sort of husband.

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Ahez
Underworld Disaster Princess (Empty Hope Vessel King)

Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Objective for the Grail: Steal the grail and then throw it into space, because that sounds like the rudest thing she could possibly do.
Command Seal: An eye glaring, surrounded by a halo.
Personality: A human that has yet to experience despair, for one reason or another. A strange girl that carries with her an undeniable sort of charm, although childish and erratic in its nature. A part of this charm is the fact that Ahez thinks in extremes, believing that something like ‘moderation is, obviously, something for babies and web forums, and as such leads to her radical position on the Clock Tower and how things ought be, and she has little hesitation in following her unreasonably direct principles.

But it does create a question; did she become the sort of maniacal cartoon mastermind as a result of this thought process, or was she born with a destiny to become one? For despite her youth and childishness, she nonetheless has the wit and intelligence to remain at the head of a deeply rooted underworld organization filled with much less cartoonish characters, who follow her willingly.

Biography: A girl who has been Zeroed. Through some means or another, the history of Ahez prior to her emergence into the midnight world is nonexistent, beginning when she was actually much younger. It has created an odd experience for those around her, watching a literal child grow into something slightly less of a child, yet nonetheless commanding an almost kingly presence, albeit largely absent of the regality expected.

The girl was a child when she embraced her role as one who enacts change. And now the name ‘Ahez’ is one of repute among the bickering factions of the Clocktower, one which most can agree is far too radical to allow into the discourse, even if she should be the unrequited ally of some. While her exact lineage is unknown, it is suspected she is from a family at least four centuries old.

Thief, terrorist, tormentor. Fool, false, fanged -- she has been described in many ways by her ‘peers’, known for leading spellcasters and more chaotically aligned magus into her way of thinking, be it through monetary bribes or simple conversation.

“Nyahahaha! Elrod, you silly old man! You can’t honestly expect such gentle ways to bring the change you want, can you?! Just leave it to me, and my Garuda Canticle!”

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Magic Circuit Count: C

Magic Circuit Quality: B

Affinity: Wind

Magecraft

Taught in the fundamentals of Magecraft and beyond, although her education has always been less specific to herself, due to the types of people she has surrounded herself with for her education. Instead she has a very ‘practical’ sense towards Magecraft, effectively a Spellcaster more so than a researcher, but she nonetheless retains the designation of ‘Magus’. She is interested in the Truth, although her route is radical and hardly guaranteed to provide results in her lifetime, but that is linked to her Mystic Eyes.

Lair Creation

Certainly different from a Workshop, a Lair is where true masterminds plot their nefarious plots. Wait, that’s repetition. What’s so different from a Workshop you say? Well, they’re Evil aligned. Trust me.

Wind Magecraft - Tarkshya & Vynateya, the Gale Yaksha Dance

The oldest artistic expression. The movement of the body to convey meaning. The oldest ritual. To dance.

The Yaksha Dance is hardly the only form of Magecraft which uses dance as an associative medium to enact rituals. The Yaksha Dance is a performance to which entertainment is merely considered an ideal, rather than the intended effect. A Magecraft based on an older method recorded by Bharata Muni, an ancient practitioner and theatraologist, it was actually developed in the past three centuries by someone linked to Ahez after residing in India.

The movements and spells of the Yaksha Dance are divided into two distinct schools: the Tarkshya Steps and the Vynateya Acts. The Tarkshya aspect can be seen as individual movements that are enhanced, parts of a performance that are in and of themselves enhanced through the gesture of the enaction, the movement acting as a ‘trigger’ for her Magecraft. Visually, it is none too dissimilar from the Sensou style of Demon Killing techniques, even allowing one to step through the air.

The Vynateya Acts are more visually recognizable as Magecraft, clear cut rituals and spells done through the body. It is a craft that resonates with the idea of combat based magecraft, effectively turning the likes of utilizing Magecraft in such a manner into a Martial Art. The intent is to weave together different Acts into strings of coherent dance, creating a dynamo-like effect when utilized alongside Wind Magecraft that only empowers each subsequent Act. The further the Act, the more fervent and energetic the movement, the stronger the Magecraft becomes.

There is a hidden school of techniques within the Yaksha dance revolving around illusionism and entrapping the mind within ‘alternate worlds’, although this is a form of Magecraft reserved for those who resonate deeply not just with the Magecraft, but the art of it too.

Chimerology

The study of chimeras. Naturally, this study also implies the creation of them. This can be anything from the iconic, multi-beast fused monsters, or humans with various animal traits meshed into their blood to give them an enhanced condition. A practitioner of Chimerology can effectively make their own familiars from the ground up, as opposed to converting a corpse.

Mystic Eyes Variant: Disaster

Actually Pure Eyes. A symbol of her pedigree as an Ideal King, although a twisted one. Her Mystic Eyes grant her the ability to see potential futures, but only those that could otherwise be described as a ‘dead end’, or ‘disasters’. The causes and effects of those realities are known to her, although she can only see so many. She keeps a record of each future perceived, and considers how they may possibly be averted. Visions of such futures can occur at convenient times, such as when the ‘dead end’ relates to herself, and allows her to then move away from that ending. A contributing factor in her skill as an escape artist.

Ideal King Phenomenon (Hell):

King of the Lost Ones. To be born an Ideal King is a terrifying burden.

Crest: 4th Generation
Weapons:
Unukalhai: Gripped Neck of the Serpent
Seeking out the most immediate doom, and strangling it. A Mystic Code born from Ahez initial struggles with her clairvoyant eyes, Unukalhai filters out her 'vision' of Disaster into her other senses, effectively diffusing the 'medium' of the Mystic Eyes into a sort of acute sixth danger sense, instilling her with the awareness of imminent and potential harm without inflicting the 'vision' of it, allowing her to react faster than she otherwise would. While it does nothing for far-flung visions, the futures 'born within the moment' become more tangible than ever.

It is also on some level a filter through which she views the world. In that way, she does not share the same vision of the world to everyone else. How Cartisian.

Mutagenesis Injector
The creation of a chimera is busy work, so the Mutagenesis Injector is a blessing. A large needle which takes the ‘reagents’ of a chimera, and injects them directly into the subject while accelerating the alchemical and thaumaturgical processes into a matter of moments as opposed to weeks. When done in an improper environment, it creates the real risk of a rogue chimera, a creature which is not bound to any one Magus and develops chaotically until its eventual self-termination by energy expenditure.

Dancing Queen: Gloves
Movement Direction Units, Dancing Queen. A Mystic Code that comes in two shapes, the first of which is as a pair of gloves. Synergizing with her dancing and the movements of her arms and hands, Dancing Queen enables the creation of ‘cutting air’ with Ahez’s dance, and even without. In essence a means of greater control, shaping and empowering of her wind magecraft. A supporting crutch for Ahez’s natural abilities more so than a deadly weapon in its own right.

Dancing Queen: Boots
The deadly evolution of Dancing Queen. Ahez’s speed increases by an order of magnitudes, dangerously so even, and actions undertaken with Dancing Queen are blindingly quick. This form of Dancing Queen enables Ahez’ most violent dances, although at the cost of exceeding the limits of what even an enhanced body can endure, quickly burning her out.

Specifically Summoned In the 90s For One Reason

Just Here For Cereal In A Cup
Abe no Seimei

STR: D | END: D | AGI: A | MAN: A | LCK: A | NP: B

Class: Caster
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: -
Place of Origin: Japan, Heian period
Armaments: Ofuda, jian, a book

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Class Skills

Item Construction A+

The ability to manufacture magical items. It is expressed at what is arguably the highest level for an Onmyodo, resulting in the creation magical items and relics that would be coveted the world over. The act of Shikigami creation is encompassed in this iteration of Item Construction, which is the conjuration of a spiritual entity to act as the familiar of the conjurer, usually bound to folded paper often representing a ‘body’.

A Shikigami is a familiar, albeit one which is in and of itself a member of a phantasmal species, although reduced and contained within a weaker body. Their being is then used to power some other purpose, be it something as simple as tracking someone, unleashing a curse upon them, or acting as a guardian spirit. Their purpose is wide and varied, and Abe no Seimei is at the peak of such a delicate craft, but he cannot recreate his greatest sorts -- the Heavenly Commanders -- as a Servant in his current state. To do so would be akin to summoning a whole living, sentient magecraft system into the world.

Territory Creation C

Although capable of building a workshop, his personality is not cut out for it. In life he often wandered off for weeks at a time, seeking out a threat to the throne to neutralize. On top of his natural constitution and ability to ‘work on the fly’, he usually needs to put his mind to making an effective workshop. Besides, the Emperor usually deals with all that busy work!

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Personal Skills

Way of Ying & Yang EX

The system of Magecraft known as ‘Onmyodo’, the synthesis of astrology, shamanism, geomancy, wu xing and alchemy. An omnipotent art which defined the Magecraft of a Culture Sphere. It may be called a contrast to the Divine Words, a Magecraft almost seemingly designed to reject the mischievous supernatural and empower man.

Such is by the design of Abe no Seimei. By his hand, the pillars of Onmyodo were solidified. His Shikigami, the Heavenly Commanders, themselves act as the ‘living Magecraft system’ of Onmyodo, although unrepresented as a Servant due to the restraints of his Saint Graph.

It is reasonable to assume he commands Onmyodo at a level beyond all others.

All fields contained within Onmyodo are expressed at their highest level. Rituals have their execution time reduced significantly, the creation of Onmyodo related magical items has an increased success rate and overall improvement in quality, a reduction in necessary resources and increase in speed of production. Ten-Count incantations can be executed in a single action.

Mystery Killer B

The aptitude towards the slaughter of entities of Mystery; creatures of myth, people of legend, faeries and their favoured, and those that would otherwise chafe under the Common Sense of Man.

Abe no Seimei is responsible for many, many dead phantasmal species, either directly or indirectly (largely the latter), his actions thought out and intentional. His ideal was in fact a land which did not have to worry about such things, where Man could indulge in their entertaining conflicts without worry of the judgement of any god or demon.

He is not the greatest killer of his time. That belongs to the one he enabled -- his only equal in all lands, the other Perfect One who also excelled to an inhuman degree, much as he had. It was their odd ability to relate to one another which drew them together, and their none too dissimilar goals which saw a transformation in the land.

To this day, the techniques of Abe no Seimei are used to kill demonic entities and monstrous beast alike. The Magecraft of killing Mystery is a contradiction if there ever was one.

Mixed Blood EX

The blood of an inhuman being is mixed in with the blood of the holder, granting them traits of both man and the respective inhuman.

Abe no Seimei is a hybrid of a human and the partition of Inari [Kitsune], granting him the constitution and abilities of the latter and distancing him from the ‘human’ mindset and rendering the state of empathy for both sides of his lineage null to a certain extent, due to being unable to relate to either.

That is not to say that he does not feel for them. No, his feelings for humanity and phantasmal alike nothing short of incredible. It is an overwhelming love which can never be understood by anything short of a fellow hybrid standing between two worlds. Humanity must thrive, but people must die. Monsters and gods must be banished, but the spirituality of the world must survive. Such it is, an incomprehensible and destructively constructive love.

Seimei himself has an inherent understanding of the act of ‘loving’, be it as a husband or wife, fling or friend -- he can perfectly fit that role for whomever he chooses, while he himself may feel absolutely nothing for the one he acts towards. It is a sort of subtle charisma that relies not on the presence of the self overwhelming others, but the meaningfulness of personal and private interaction. One could call it the ‘charisma of a serpent’, or the ‘charisma of the common man’. It is even the ability to understand even the insane and mad and their pivots, forming reason for the unreasonable, yet remain completely unable to understand them as human beings -- so it is said, at least.

It is also the lineage that explains his inherent talent in Magecraft, being born as a split between a practitioner and a creature of mystery. With this lineage comes a naturally deep pool of efficiently regulated magical energy. His blood also enabled him to control the likes of weaker examples of phantasmal species.

Frankly, his motivations are batshit, and this is likely due to his state as a hybrid too, so it’s not all sunshine and good times. Although he tends to think it is.

Youkai Watch A++

The eyes of one who perceives truth. A cousin to the Clairvoyance skill Abe would otherwise carry in differing circumstances, it is the manifestation of his ability to perceive past the deception of his enemies and rivals and the tricks and ambushes of youkai. The appraisal of things, the conduct of enemies during battle -- all perceived through a lens of filtering truth. The effectiveness of his eyes is only improved further through creative application of his Magecraft.

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Noble Phantasm

Hoki Naiden
Seiman Sealed Pages of Untold Purity
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: D
Range: 1~30
Targets: 1

A book containing the secrets of Onmyodo, drafted and completed by Abe no Seimei. Coveted and desired by practitioners across the land, it is the ultimate collection of knowledge relating to all matters of the system of Magecraft Abe no Seimei revolutionized. If it is within Onmyodo, then it is also within the Hoki Naiden.

This Noble Phantasm can turn even the most average of men into an outstanding Onmyoji, a credit to Abe no Seimei’s draftsmanship more so than the power of the Noble Phantasm itself. But his handwriting is also garbage to the point of ineligibility, which is a strange contradiction given his clean execution of ofuda and calligraphy.

Naturally, it is also completely useless to Abe no Seimei, as he has everything he needs to know in his head. So instead it becomes a bludgeon and sometimes a thrown weapon, and conveniently also acts as a sort of mana furnace, producing enough of its own ambient magical energy to halve the cost of all acts of Magecraft enacted by Abe no Seimei by half. More importantly, it can leave a nasty bruise on an oni.

Shin Taizan Fuku no Sai
Five-Cardinal Barrier Court: Yama Kings Inverted Salvation
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: B+
Range: 1~30
Targets: 1

The ritual known as the ‘Taizan Fuku no Sai’ is the highest secret of the Abe clan, containing within it the Mystery of True Resurrection, although unmastered. Instead, it was used to extend the lifespan of the Abe clan and their lords, adapting into whatever form was required in order to prolong the ‘fate’ of the target. Such a use was easier and less convoluted than waiting for them to die, and then bringing them back to life.

This Noble Phantasm is not that Taizan Fuku no Sai. It is the mark of Abe no Seimei’s supremacy, turning a miracle of restoring life into one of banishing life. Rather than a request to the kings Enma and Taizan and their infernal judges to protect and restore someone, it becomes condemnation to their judgemental deliberation. It remains the same act, only having undergone the process of altering through raw intent and control over the elements at play.

A cage of heavenly cherry blossom trees, winding out from the ground and trapping within their serpentine trunks spiritual bodies, monstrous entities and divinities -- the enemies of Abe no Seimei’s ambition. The trees themselves are an extension of the domain of Taizan, and his fellow Yama Kings, a literal breach of the ‘underworld’ beyond the Underside. Those things trapped within have their force of providence progressively reduced and their state weakened, brought closer and closer to the state of ‘judgement’.

The arboreal chains which forge the cage shoot forth as lighting bolts, winding through the air in odd angles and twists, until they converge and strangle the corpus of their target, eventually forming a complete cherry blossom, surrounded by the spider lily.

A Noble Phantasm that is just a weird flex on his part.

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A Radical Chick

Ahez
Underworld Disaster Princess (Empty Hope Vessel King)

Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Objective for the Grail: Steal the grail and then throw it into space, because that sounds like the rudest thing she could possibly do.
Command Seal: An eye glaring, surrounded by a halo.
Personality: A human that has yet to experience despair, for one reason or another. A strange girl that carries with her an undeniable sort of charm, although childish and erratic in its nature. A part of this charm is the fact that Ahez thinks in extremes, believing that something like ‘moderation is, obviously, something for babies and web forums, and as such leads to her radical position on the Clock Tower and how things ought be, and she has little hesitation in following her unreasonably direct principles.

But it does create a question; did she become the sort of maniacal cartoon mastermind as a result of this thought process, or was she born with a destiny to become one? For despite her youth and childishness, she nonetheless has the wit and intelligence to remain at the head of a deeply rooted underworld organization filled with much less cartoonish characters, who follow her willingly.

Biography: A girl who has been Zeroed. Through some means or another, the history of Ahez prior to her emergence into the midnight world is nonexistent, beginning when she was actually much younger. It has created an odd experience for those around her, watching a literal child grow into something slightly less of a child, yet nonetheless commanding an almost kingly presence, albeit largely absent of the regality expected.

The girl was a child when she embraced her role as one who enacts change. And now the name ‘Ahez’ is one of repute among the bickering factions of the Clocktower, one which most can agree is far too radical to allow into the discourse, even if she should be the unrequited ally of some. While her exact lineage is unknown, it is suspected she is from a family at least four centuries old.

Thief, terrorist, tormentor. Fool, false, fanged -- she has been described in many ways by her ‘peers’, known for leading spellcasters and more chaotically aligned magus into her way of thinking, be it through monetary bribes or simple conversation.

“Nyahahaha! Elrod, you silly old man! You can’t honestly expect such gentle ways to bring the change you want, can you?! Just leave it to me, and my Garuda Canticle!”

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Magic Circuit Count: C

Magic Circuit Quality: B

Affinity: Wind

Magecraft

Taught in the fundamentals of Magecraft and beyond, although her education has always been less specific to herself, due to the types of people she has surrounded herself with for her education. Instead she has a very ‘practical’ sense towards Magecraft, effectively a Spellcaster more so than a researcher, but she nonetheless retains the designation of ‘Magus’. She is interested in the Truth, although her route is radical and hardly guaranteed to provide results in her lifetime, but that is linked to her Mystic Eyes.

Lair Creation

Certainly different from a Workshop, a Lair is where true masterminds plot their nefarious plots. Wait, that’s repetition. What’s so different from a Workshop you say? Well, they’re Evil aligned. Trust me.

Wind Magecraft - Tarkshya & Vynateya, the Gale Yaksha Dance

The oldest artistic expression. The movement of the body to convey meaning. The oldest ritual. To dance.

The Yaksha Dance is hardly the only form of Magecraft which uses dance as an associative medium to enact rituals. The Yaksha Dance is a performance to which entertainment is merely considered an ideal, rather than the intended effect. A Magecraft based on an older method recorded by Bharata Muni, an ancient practitioner and theatraologist, it was actually developed in the past three centuries by someone linked to Ahez after residing in India.

The movements and spells of the Yaksha Dance are divided into two distinct schools: the Tarkshya Steps and the Vynateya Acts. The Tarkshya aspect can be seen as individual movements that are enhanced, parts of a performance that are in and of themselves enhanced through the gesture of the enaction, the movement acting as a ‘trigger’ for her Magecraft. Visually, it is none too dissimilar from the Sensou style of Demon Killing techniques, even allowing one to step through the air.

The Vynateya Acts are more visually recognizable as Magecraft, clear cut rituals and spells done through the body. It is a craft that resonates with the idea of combat based magecraft, effectively turning the likes of utilizing Magecraft in such a manner into a Martial Art. The intent is to weave together different Acts into strings of coherent dance, creating a dynamo-like effect when utilized alongside Wind Magecraft that only empowers each subsequent Act. The further the Act, the more fervent and energetic the movement, the stronger the Magecraft becomes.

There is a hidden school of techniques within the Yaksha dance revolving around illusionism and entrapping the mind within ‘alternate worlds’, although this is a form of Magecraft reserved for those who resonate deeply not just with the Magecraft, but the art of it too.

Chimerology

The study of chimeras. Naturally, this study also implies the creation of them. This can be anything from the iconic, multi-beast fused monsters, or humans with various animal traits meshed into their blood to give them an enhanced condition. A practitioner of Chimerology can effectively make their own familiars from the ground up, as opposed to converting a corpse.

Mystic Eyes Variant: Disaster

Actually Pure Eyes. A symbol of her pedigree as an Ideal King, although a twisted one. Her Mystic Eyes grant her the ability to see potential futures, but only those that could otherwise be described as a ‘dead end’, or ‘disasters’. The causes and effects of those realities are known to her, although she can only see so many. She keeps a record of each future perceived, and considers how they may possibly be averted. Visions of such futures can occur at convenient times, such as when the ‘dead end’ relates to herself, and allows her to then move away from that ending. A contributing factor in her skill as an escape artist.

Ideal King Phenomenon (Hell):

King of the Lost Ones. To be born an Ideal King is a terrifying burden.

Crest: 4th Generation
Weapons:
Unukalhai: Gripped Neck of the Serpent
Seeking out the most immediate doom, and strangling it. A Mystic Code born from Ahez initial struggles with her clairvoyant eyes, Unukalhai filters out her 'vision' of Disaster into her other senses, effectively diffusing the 'medium' of the Mystic Eyes into a sort of acute sixth danger sense, instilling her with the awareness of imminent and potential harm without inflicting the 'vision' of it, allowing her to react faster than she otherwise would. While it does nothing for far-flung visions, the futures 'born within the moment' become more tangible than ever.

It is also on some level a filter through which she views the world. In that way, she does not share the same vision of the world to everyone else. How Cartisian.

Mutagenesis Injector
The creation of a chimera is busy work, so the Mutagenesis Injector is a blessing. A large needle which takes the ‘reagents’ of a chimera, and injects them directly into the subject while accelerating the alchemical and thaumaturgical processes into a matter of moments as opposed to weeks. When done in an improper environment, it creates the real risk of a rogue chimera, a creature which is not bound to any one Magus and develops chaotically until its eventual self-termination by energy expenditure.

Dancing Queen: Gloves
Movement Direction Units, Dancing Queen. A Mystic Code that comes in two shapes, the first of which is as a pair of gloves. Synergizing with her dancing and the movements of her arms and hands, Dancing Queen enables the creation of ‘cutting air’ with Ahez’s dance, and even without. In essence a means of greater control, shaping and empowering of her wind magecraft. A supporting crutch for Ahez’s natural abilities more so than a deadly weapon in its own right.

Dancing Queen: Boots
The deadly evolution of Dancing Queen. Ahez’s speed increases by an order of magnitudes, dangerously so even, and actions undertaken with Dancing Queen are blindingly quick. This form of Dancing Queen enables Ahez’ most violent dances, although at the cost of exceeding the limits of what even an enhanced body can endure, quickly burning her out.

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Specifically Summoned In the 90s For One Reason

Just Here For Cereal In A Cup
Abe no Seimei

STR: D | END: D | AGI: A | MAN: A | LCK: A | NP: B

Class: Caster
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: -
Place of Origin: Japan, Heian period
Armaments: Ofuda, jian, a book

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Class Skills

Item Construction A+

The ability to manufacture magical items. It is expressed at what is arguably the highest level for an Onmyodo, resulting in the creation magical items and relics that would be coveted the world over. The act of Shikigami creation is encompassed in this iteration of Item Construction, which is the conjuration of a spiritual entity to act as the familiar of the conjurer, usually bound to folded paper often representing a ‘body’.

A Shikigami is a familiar, albeit one which is in and of itself a member of a phantasmal species, although reduced and contained within a weaker body. Their being is then used to power some other purpose, be it something as simple as tracking someone, unleashing a curse upon them, or acting as a guardian spirit. Their purpose is wide and varied, and Abe no Seimei is at the peak of such a delicate craft, but he cannot recreate his greatest sorts -- the Heavenly Commanders -- as a Servant in his current state. To do so would be akin to summoning a whole living, sentient magecraft system into the world.

Territory Creation C

Although capable of building a workshop, his personality is not cut out for it. In life he often wandered off for weeks at a time, seeking out a threat to the throne to neutralize. On top of his natural constitution and ability to ‘work on the fly’, he usually needs to put his mind to making an effective workshop. Besides, the Emperor usually deals with all that busy work!

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Personal Skills

Way of Ying & Yang EX

The system of Magecraft known as ‘Onmyodo’, the synthesis of astrology, shamanism, geomancy, wu xing and alchemy. An omnipotent art which defined the Magecraft of a Culture Sphere. It may be called a contrast to the Divine Words, a Magecraft almost seemingly designed to reject the mischievous supernatural and empower man.

Such is by the design of Abe no Seimei. By his hand, the pillars of Onmyodo were solidified. His Shikigami, the Heavenly Commanders, themselves act as the ‘living Magecraft system’ of Onmyodo, although unrepresented as a Servant due to the restraints of his Saint Graph.

It is reasonable to assume he commands Onmyodo at a level beyond all others.

All fields contained within Onmyodo are expressed at their highest level. Rituals have their execution time reduced significantly, the creation of Onmyodo related magical items has an increased success rate and overall improvement in quality, a reduction in necessary resources and increase in speed of production. Ten-Count incantations can be executed in a single action.

Mystery Killer B

The aptitude towards the slaughter of entities of Mystery; creatures of myth, people of legend, faeries and their favoured, and those that would otherwise chafe under the Common Sense of Man.

Abe no Seimei is responsible for many, many dead phantasmal species, either directly or indirectly (largely the latter), his actions thought out and intentional. His ideal was in fact a land which did not have to worry about such things, where Man could indulge in their entertaining conflicts without worry of the judgement of any god or demon.

He is not the greatest killer of his time. That belongs to the one he enabled -- his only equal in all lands, the other Perfect One who also excelled to an inhuman degree, much as he had. It was their odd ability to relate to one another which drew them together, and their none too dissimilar goals which saw a transformation in the land.

To this day, the techniques of Abe no Seimei are used to kill demonic entities and monstrous beast alike. The Magecraft of killing Mystery is a contradiction if there ever was one.

Mixed Blood EX

The blood of an inhuman being is mixed in with the blood of the holder, granting them traits of both man and the respective inhuman.

Abe no Seimei is a hybrid of a human and the partition of Inari [Kitsune], granting him the constitution and abilities of the latter and distancing him from the ‘human’ mindset and rendering the state of empathy for both sides of his lineage null to a certain extent, due to being unable to relate to either.

That is not to say that he does not feel for them. No, his feelings for humanity and phantasmal alike nothing short of incredible. It is an overwhelming love which can never be understood by anything short of a fellow hybrid standing between two worlds. Humanity must thrive, but people must die. Monsters and gods must be banished, but the spirituality of the world must survive. Such it is, an incomprehensible and destructively constructive love.

Seimei himself has an inherent understanding of the act of ‘loving’, be it as a husband or wife, fling or friend -- he can perfectly fit that role for whomever he chooses, while he himself may feel absolutely nothing for the one he acts towards. It is a sort of subtle charisma that relies not on the presence of the self overwhelming others, but the meaningfulness of personal and private interaction. One could call it the ‘charisma of a serpent’, or the ‘charisma of the common man’. It is even the ability to understand even the insane and mad and their pivots, forming reason for the unreasonable, yet remain completely unable to understand them as human beings -- so it is said, at least.

It is also the lineage that explains his inherent talent in Magecraft, being born as a split between a practitioner and a creature of mystery. With this lineage comes a naturally deep pool of efficiently regulated magical energy. His blood also enabled him to control the likes of weaker examples of phantasmal species.

Frankly, his motivations are batshit, and this is likely due to his state as a hybrid too, so it’s not all sunshine and good times. Although he tends to think it is.

Youkai Watch A++

The eyes of one who perceives truth. A cousin to the Clairvoyance skill Abe would otherwise carry in differing circumstances, it is the manifestation of his ability to perceive past the deception of his enemies and rivals and the tricks and ambushes of youkai. The appraisal of things, the conduct of enemies during battle -- all perceived through a lens of filtering truth. The effectiveness of his eyes is only improved further through creative application of his Magecraft.

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Noble Phantasm

Hoki Naiden
Seiman Sealed Pages of Untold Purity
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: D
Range: 1~30
Targets: 1

A book containing the secrets of Onmyodo, drafted and completed by Abe no Seimei. Coveted and desired by practitioners across the land, it is the ultimate collection of knowledge relating to all matters of the system of Magecraft Abe no Seimei revolutionized. If it is within Onmyodo, then it is also within the Hoki Naiden.

This Noble Phantasm can turn even the most average of men into an outstanding Onmyoji, a credit to Abe no Seimei’s draftsmanship more so than the power of the Noble Phantasm itself. But his handwriting is also garbage to the point of ineligibility, which is a strange contradiction given his clean execution of ofuda and calligraphy.

Naturally, it is also completely useless to Abe no Seimei, as he has everything he needs to know in his head. So instead it becomes a bludgeon and sometimes a thrown weapon, and conveniently also acts as a sort of mana furnace, producing enough of its own ambient magical energy to halve the cost of all acts of Magecraft enacted by Abe no Seimei by half. More importantly, it can leave a nasty bruise on an oni.

Shin Taizan Fuku no Sai
Five-Cardinal Barrier Court: Yama Kings Inverted Salvation
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: B+
Range: 1~30
Targets: 1

The ritual known as the ‘Taizan Fuku no Sai’ is the highest secret of the Abe clan, containing within it the Mystery of True Resurrection, although unmastered. Instead, it was used to extend the lifespan of the Abe clan and their lords, adapting into whatever form was required in order to prolong the ‘fate’ of the target. Such a use was easier and less convoluted than waiting for them to die, and then bringing them back to life.

This Noble Phantasm is not that Taizan Fuku no Sai. It is the mark of Abe no Seimei’s supremacy, turning a miracle of restoring life into one of banishing life. Rather than a request to the kings Enma and Taizan and their infernal judges to protect and restore someone, it becomes condemnation to their judgemental deliberation. It remains the same act, only having undergone the process of altering through raw intent and control over the elements at play.

A cage of heavenly cherry blossom trees, winding out from the ground and trapping within their serpentine trunks spiritual bodies, monstrous entities and divinities -- the enemies of Abe no Seimei’s ambition. The trees themselves are an extension of the domain of Taizan, and his fellow Yama Kings, a literal breach of the ‘underworld’ beyond the Underside. Those things trapped within have their force of providence progressively reduced and their state weakened, brought closer and closer to the state of ‘judgement’.

The arboreal chains which forge the cage shoot forth as lighting bolts, winding through the air in odd angles and twists, until they converge and strangle the corpus of their target, eventually forming a complete cherry blossom, surrounded by the spider lily.

A Noble Phantasm that is just a weird flex on his part.

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Μῑνώταυρος

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The language one speaks shapes the mind. Where one lives shapes the body. For one who did not speak and lived not among humans, monsterhood was the only possibility.

There simply is not much to consider about him. He was born, he was cast into his home, and he fulfilled his role. And then he was killed for it. There is nothing else to consider. Nothing else to think. Nothing else to reflect on. No deep interpretations of his role, no twists, merely a lighting bolt of being, striking at the ground of myth and history with no thrills.

He is. That is all there is.

Him and the hunger.

And the fact he was summoned from the start.

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It ignored those around it, focus not on the other spirits, no matter how familiar some may be. Through the minor squabble and discussion, it honed to a point. Behind a cage of a mask, furiously heated crimson eyes burned with direction. It was as the red-haired lady said, they were aware of the situation and Berserker was not an exception. A ferocious animal it may have been, it nonetheless understood the most simple of instructions, and only one registered to it from the knowledge fed into its mind:

Attack. Enemy. Food.

It was hungry ― It was always hungry.

[Demon of the Labyrinth]

The hulk of porcelain muscle appeared without a sound, hunched in the seats of the Amphitheatre, prowling forward as a tiger would, casting only a cautionary glance down to the others, the bull-mask hiding the perfectly neutral expression beneath. Indeed, something as large as it had hidden itself better than most Assassins could, standing among them from the very minute it all began. And it moved towards them.

And stopped right in front of Theseus. It didn't lean down, instead looming over the hero, the cracked pillars for horns piercing the sky above him, and glints of red glared down at the demi-god, a harsh huff of air coming out from the 'nose' of the mask.

"Kill. Eat."

It pointed to the gate, the entrance of the Hyperborean Lunar Sea. If it was a raspy threat at him, an instruction, or a suggestion was left up to Theseus to decide. If he even recognized him...

The colossal Berserker moved off, content with that bit of interaction, large thundering paces moving towards the gate.

@Breo

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The Minotaur

Asterios・Minotauros
STR A++ | END A++ | AGI C | MAN A | LCK E | NP EX

Class: Berserker
Height & Weight: Big and heavy.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: The perfect monster from birth. The ideal opponent.

The Minotaur lacks a human-like sense of self, and that in a manner makes it hard to pin down its character; A fundamentally obedient Berserker, the Minotaur is nonetheless a hungry creature first and foremost. Although without the need to eat in a strict sense, it desires food of all sorts to satiate the feeling in its gut. This makes it quite easy to win the beast’s loyalty, not unlike a dog or cat returning to the hand that feeds it. It goes without saying that it will not be a true Master-Servant relationship, as the Minotaur itself is incapable of understanding the gravity behind such terms, and many other subtleties

This is not to say the Minotaur is stupid. It is simply alien -- so far removed from human conception and senses that the implications of such words are lost. It is a bluntness that belongs to a true child of nature, compounded by its isolation of years. With such a state of being comes a sort of natural wisdom, truths that are so fundamental to all things that they are often forgotten. Should one be able to pin the Minotaur down for an actual conversation of some description, this quality of his character will become clear.

But even still...

Hunger ultimately drives this monster, and it will commit any number of horrible acts in order to see it through. In a more traditional Grail War, the Master is a provider, and any who challenges or threatens the Minotaur’s provider will too become food, torn apart in a childishly gleeful frenzy.

But that is the crux of the Minotaur. It is a child beyond children, a youth without a parent and left to the wilds. Savagery and aggression come to it naturally, like a walking antithesis to decency.

Class Skills

Madness Enchantment A+
The mental state of a creature encaged within its own mind, both literally and metaphorically -- the highest expression of inherent unreasonableness and insane fury.

Even still, Minotauros remains a relatively ‘placid’ Berserker by some comparison, and may even cooperate beyond the direct control of a Command Seal. The nature of the creature’s birth and being responds well to Madness Enchantment, a skill which would otherwise rob a creature of any fine control and ability to talk seems to do the opposite for Minotauros. The less he leans into this skill, the more difficult speech becomes, yet it is when he loses himself to his hunger and desire to feel another being that his speech and actions become more coherent. While lacking any martial ability, when in the throes of his Madness Enchantment, there is a sort of bestial skill with which he moves.

A beast that consumes the flesh of humans. A monster with the fate of being defeated by the Hero. It is only fitting that he wears the Madness Enchantment skill so well.

Personal Skills

Divinity E
The pedigree of the sea and stars. Born from a bull made of Poseidon, and an incarnation of the sun itself. The Minotaur otherwise has a notable degree of Divinity, but it is otherwise offset by its status as a monster, reducing its rank notably. It is none too dissimilar to the divinity displayed in the King of Oni, a contradiction resolving itself while also retaining its qualities.

Monstrous Strength A+~A++
A Skill that temporarily grants a rank-up to one's Strength parameter for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. This Skill is borne from the holder's nature as a monster or Demonic Beast. In certain circumstances, it is altered to become the ultimate expression of monstrous strength. The activation of Baal-Moloch and the complete release of the Labyrinth are among them.

Natural Monster A++
Endowed to those who were born as monsters, as opposed to being converted into one. The highest expression of this skill, Asterios possesses a level of strength and endurance impossible for humans to attain.

Predator Instinct B
If Instinct is the sense of a warrior, then the Predator Instinct is the sense of a beast. Conferring similar benefits, it allows for the wielder to ignore the penalties of visual and auditory interference and fight in a manner that can be described as “finding the way to kill”, as opposed to “personal best course of action”. The benefits granted to avoiding danger are lesser to its counterpart, but instead grants bonuses to the attempted act of going for the kill.

Demon of the Labyrinth -
A skill that does not provide, but rather acts as the proof of skill. It is the aptitude of a slasher horror monster. The monster lurks shadow, and despite its ferocity and overwhelming might, strikes with a surprise. This ability of the Minotaur is, in part, born from its prodigious Predator Instinct and nature as a Divine Beast. The Minotaur is capable of ‘sinking’ its presence into the World around it as an entity closely entwined with it, concealing its presence until it finally emerges, striking with supreme violence. A martial arts technique would later replicate the principle of this natural ability, improving upon it and even allowing one to attack while hidden, but for the Minotaur it is somewhat less so.

Noble Phantasms

Chaos Labyrinthos
Manifest Inescapable Lair: Dread Maze ASTERIOS
Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Team
Rank: C (EX)
Targets: 1, 14
Range: 1~30, ?

The labrys is an axe with a connection to the earliest relics of the Minotaur’s culture sphere, and its name derived from the very word labyrinth, the Minotaur’s home and prison. The great axe, sometimes divided into two, is the entirety of Daedalus’ inescapable labyrinth condensed into a weaponized form, a compact world of confusion, monsters and danger. The axes themselves have the quality of ‘Inescapable’. Whenever combat is entered against the Minotaur, Skills and abilities such as Disengage and certain iterations of Battle Continuation do not function. Escape is possible, but miraculous escape is not. It must be earned.

Elements of the Labyrinth may be unloaded from the Labyrs at the Minotaur’s whim, and in turn returned. Traps and magical beasts, silent halls and overbearing shadow are all things that can be unleashed from the Labrys, converting elements of the Minotaur’s surroundings into a part of the labyrinth, the extent varying from the transformation of a part of the floor into a pit trap, blanketing the area in the oppressive, chthonic darkness of its halls, manifesting a wing of the labyrinth and converting the inside of a building to match, or outright recreating the entire place he used to live in exchange for losing his weapon until the labyrinth is ‘repackaged’.

A strangely tactical Noble Phantasm for a Berserker which only functions due to the Minotaurs alignment with the Mad Enchantment skill, and his inherent knowledge of his home.

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Baal-Moloch
Five Suns Surround Him
Rank: B++
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Targets: 1
Range: -

The phoenician deity Baal-Moloch, lord of child sacrifice and fertility, first god of the Minoans, and progenitor of the Greek pantheon. The bronze bull consumed by flames, fueled by the souls of the youth. Around him, stars burn on command. An entity from beyond the world, enshrined into the planet as a God in the days before the coming of the White Titan. First to fall to it.

Baal-Moloch is a scarcely remembered entity, but it is one which saw its lineage continue through the Age of Gods and its decline in Carthage, Mesopotamia and Greece. The most notable of these descendents comes in the form of the Minoan form of worship, which carried the ‘essence’ of the slain divinity and allowing for a measure of rebirth.

Such is the Minotaur, born of the sea and stars; lineage of Minos, Poseidon and Baal-Moloch.

The Noble Phantasm ‘Baal-Moloch’ is a representation of this divine potential within the Minotaur, and the strength of its ancestry, and the awakening there of. It is in its essence a ritual none too dissimilar from the Holy Grail itself, mirroring the sacrifice of seven youths and seven maidens to the Minotaur and too the giving of life to Baal-Moloch. After seven entities -- Servants or entities on par with/beyond one -- are defeated by the Minotaur, a miracle may manifest, an impossibility reconciled with possibility.

But it is a very particular one; The Miracle is the existence of the Divine Demon, an entity that carries equal measures divinity and monstrosity without suffering a reduction in either quality. It is transformation of the Minotaur that carries a heavy meaning, but in practical terms it results in the inclusion of a ‘Solar divinity’ into the Minotaur’s Saint Graph, granting a boon in the form of Protection of the Sun God and Mana Burst Heat & Flames, elevating its Divinity to B at the same time.

The Miracles has, in short, made something more than just a ‘stronger’ Minotaur.

Fate/Exit Order (Discontinued)

@Player 2

I'm sorry but I'll have to ask you to rewrite that Asterios' CS from the beginning. While I understand that Servants that are featured exclusively on Fate/Grand Order can feel rather incomplete sometimes (lacking some base consistency and trait that Servants from other works in the Franchise would normally have, not to say anything of over-inflated skill ranks just for mechanical gameplay purposes), this CS lacks some basic understanding of how Asterios has been portrayed as a character through the whole of his appearances in the story/events.

I'm just asking that, if you are making him in the same class and all that, you keep him a little closer to his canon portrayal.

@Parallel Hearts

Asterios explicitly ate people and was a near-feral creature for all of his life right up until before Theseus clobbered him, and Lostbelt 1 even makes reference to how the Asterios summoned is, in essence, a softer version of the Minotaur, while Minotauros is explicitly not that and is in fact driven by a childish and sadistic hunger. This is in line with the Minotauros seen in LB1, which is a canon portrayal and not even a Lostbelt exclusive one at that. It is a simple matter of which name he is summoned under, and what the conditions are which otherwise allow for one name to be summoned over the other. Within the Moon Cell, it is safe to assume that the Minotauros is as legitimate a Saint Graph as Asterios.

for example

Kotomine:

The one from the Pan-Human History seems to be quite a peaceful existence. But when it comes to this one here, he can be summoned with the name that was thrown away.
His True Name is Minotauros. A monster that eats people in the Labyrinth.
By the way, did you think more than half of the Rebel Army survived due to the small number of corpses?
The amount that was captured by us is 20% at best. The large majority of the remaining ones were eaten by him.
Being a glutton is convenient at such times. The rotting corpses won’t produce flies.
The flies in this Lostbelt are ferocious.
Just to survive in this land of extreme cold, they will devour all meat they see by any means necessary.

Minotauros:

BOUNDLESS “DEATH”. ENDLESS “DEATH”.
KILL. WANT TO KIIIIAAAAAAAALLL!

AAH―――LIKE I THOUGHT―――
...I’M FULL. I’LL LEAVE YOU FOR TOMORROW.

NOT YET, NOT YET, NOT YET! I HAVE NOT EATEN ANYTHING YET!
I, I, I---!

WHAT WAS, WHAT WAS, THAT MEMORY---?
----HAHAHA. WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT WAS THAT, WHAT WAS THAT!
I HAVE NOT ONCE BEEN LOOKED AT LIKE THAT--- I AM JEALOUS OF THAT OTHER ME…

Mash:

Yes, Master. ...He is not Asterios-san, is he?
He is not an easygoing person with a kind smile.

Holmes:

As far as I can observe, the Minotauros has no intellect to speak of.
…Asterios, on the other hand, would have reason and such a plan would not work, but----

Fate/Exit Order (Discontinued)

The Minotaur

Asterios・Minotauros
STR A++ | END A++ | AGI C | MAN A | LCK E | NP EX

Class: Berserker
Height & Weight: Big and heavy.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: The perfect monster from birth. The ideal opponent.

The Minotaur lacks a human-like sense of self, and that in a manner makes it hard to pin down its character; A fundamentally obedient Berserker, the Minotaur is nonetheless a hungry creature first and foremost. Although without the need to eat in a strict sense, it desires food of all sorts to satiate the feeling in its gut. This makes it quite easy to win the beast’s loyalty, not unlike a dog or cat returning to the hand that feeds it. It goes without saying that it will not be a true Master-Servant relationship, as the Minotaur itself is incapable of understanding the gravity behind such terms, and many other subtleties

This is not to say the Minotaur is stupid. It is simply alien -- so far removed from human conception and senses that the implications of such words are lost. It is a bluntness that belongs to a true child of nature, compounded by its isolation of years. With such a state of being comes a sort of natural wisdom, truths that are so fundamental to all things that they are often forgotten. Should one be able to pin the Minotaur down for an actual conversation of some description, this quality of his character will become clear.

But even still...

Hunger ultimately drives this monster, and it will commit any number of horrible acts in order to see it through. In a more traditional Grail War, the Master is a provider, and any who challenges or threatens the Minotaur’s provider will too become food, torn apart in a childishly gleeful frenzy.

But that is the crux of the Minotaur. It is a child beyond children, a youth without a parent and left to the wilds. Savagery and aggression come to it naturally, like a walking antithesis to decency.

Class Skills

Madness Enchantment A+
The mental state of a creature encaged within its own mind, both literally and metaphorically -- the highest expression of inherent unreasonableness and insane fury.

Even still, Minotauros remains a relatively ‘placid’ Berserker by some comparison, and may even cooperate beyond the direct control of a Command Seal. The nature of the creature’s birth and being responds well to Madness Enchantment, a skill which would otherwise rob a creature of any fine control and ability to talk seems to do the opposite for Minotauros. The less he leans into this skill, the more difficult speech becomes, yet it is when he loses himself to his hunger and desire to feel another being that his speech and actions become more coherent. While lacking any martial ability, when in the throes of his Madness Enchantment, there is a sort of bestial skill with which he moves.

A beast that consumes the flesh of humans. A monster with the fate of being defeated by the Hero. It is only fitting that he wears the Madness Enchantment skill so well.

Personal Skills

Divinity E
The pedigree of the sea and stars. Born from a bull made of Poseidon, and an incarnation of the sun itself. The Minotaur otherwise has a notable degree of Divinity, but it is otherwise offset by its status as a monster, reducing its rank notably. It is none too dissimilar to the divinity displayed in the King of Oni, a contradiction resolving itself while also retaining its qualities.

Monstrous Strength A+~A++
A Skill that temporarily grants a rank-up to one's Strength parameter for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. This Skill is borne from the holder's nature as a monster or Demonic Beast. In certain circumstances, it is altered to become the ultimate expression of monstrous strength. The activation of Baal-Moloch and the complete release of the Labyrinth are among them.

Natural Monster A++
Endowed to those who were born as monsters, as opposed to being converted into one. The highest expression of this skill, Asterios possesses a level of strength and endurance impossible for humans to attain.

Predator Instinct B
If Instinct is the sense of a warrior, then the Predator Instinct is the sense of a beast. Conferring similar benefits, it allows for the wielder to ignore the penalties of visual and auditory interference and fight in a manner that can be described as “finding the way to kill”, as opposed to “personal best course of action”. The benefits granted to avoiding danger are lesser to its counterpart, but instead grants bonuses to the attempted act of going for the kill.

Demon of the Labyrinth -
A skill that does not provide, but rather acts as the proof of skill. It is the aptitude of a slasher horror monster. The monster lurks shadow, and despite its ferocity and overwhelming might, strikes with a surprise. This ability of the Minotaur is, in part, born from its prodigious Predator Instinct and nature as a Divine Beast. The Minotaur is capable of ‘sinking’ its presence into the World around it as an entity closely entwined with it, concealing its presence until it finally emerges, striking with supreme violence. A martial arts technique would later replicate the principle of this natural ability, improving upon it and even allowing one to attack while hidden, but for the Minotaur it is somewhat less so.

Noble Phantasms

Chaos Labyrinthos
Manifest Inescapable Lair: Dread Maze ASTERIOS
Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Team
Rank: C (EX)
Targets: 1, 14
Range: 1~30, ?

The labrys is an axe with a connection to the earliest relics of the Minotaur’s culture sphere, and its name derived from the very word labyrinth, the Minotaur’s home and prison. The great axe, sometimes divided into two, is the entirety of Daedalus’ inescapable labyrinth condensed into a weaponized form, a compact world of confusion, monsters and danger. The axes themselves have the quality of ‘Inescapable’. Whenever combat is entered against the Minotaur, Skills and abilities such as Disengage and certain iterations of Battle Continuation do not function. Escape is possible, but miraculous escape is not. It must be earned.

Elements of the Labyrinth may be unloaded from the Labyrs at the Minotaur’s whim, and in turn returned. Traps and magical beasts, silent halls and overbearing shadow are all things that can be unleashed from the Labrys, converting elements of the Minotaur’s surroundings into a part of the labyrinth, the extent varying from the transformation of a part of the floor into a pit trap, blanketing the area in the oppressive, chthonic darkness of its halls, manifesting a wing of the labyrinth and converting the inside of a building to match, or outright recreating the entire place he used to live in exchange for losing his weapon until the labyrinth is ‘repackaged’.

A strangely tactical Noble Phantasm for a Berserker which only functions due to the Minotaurs alignment with the Mad Enchantment skill, and his inherent knowledge of his home.

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Baal-Moloch
Five Suns Surround Him
Rank: B++
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Targets: 1
Range: -

The phoenician deity Baal-Moloch, lord of child sacrifice and fertility, first god of the Minoans, and progenitor of the Greek pantheon. The bronze bull consumed by flames, fueled by the souls of the youth. Around him, stars burn on command. An entity from beyond the world, enshrined into the planet as a God in the days before the coming of the White Titan. First to fall to it.

Baal-Moloch is a scarcely remembered entity, but it is one which saw its lineage continue through the Age of Gods and its decline in Carthage, Mesopotamia and Greece. The most notable of these descendents comes in the form of the Minoan form of worship, which carried the ‘essence’ of the slain divinity and allowing for a measure of rebirth.

Such is the Minotaur, born of the sea and stars; lineage of Minos, Poseidon and Baal-Moloch.

The Noble Phantasm ‘Baal-Moloch’ is a representation of this divine potential within the Minotaur, and the strength of its ancestry, and the awakening there of. It is in its essence a ritual none too dissimilar from the Holy Grail itself, mirroring the sacrifice of seven youths and seven maidens to the Minotaur and too the giving of life to Baal-Moloch. After seven entities -- Servants or entities on par with/beyond one -- are defeated by the Minotaur, a miracle may manifest, an impossibility reconciled with possibility.

But it is a very particular one; The Miracle is the existence of the Divine Demon, an entity that carries equal measures divinity and monstrosity without suffering a reduction in either quality. It is transformation of the Minotaur that carries a heavy meaning, but in practical terms it results in the inclusion of a ‘Solar divinity’ into the Minotaur’s Saint Graph, granting a boon in the form of Protection of the Sun God and Mana Burst Heat & Flames, elevating its Divinity to B at the same time.

The Miracles has, in short, made something more than just a ‘stronger’ Minotaur.