Can I make a guy who has a third arm? So he fights with three swords? And the arm came from his best friend? Which he had sewed into his body after his buddy was exploded?
_________________________________________________________________________________________ Name: Turpin Title: Archbishop of Rheims Class: Saber Gender: Female Birth and Death Dates: Matters of France Alignment: Lawful Good Master: Jack Kaybernett _________________________________________________________________________________________ Personality: Neither cruel nor petty, she has sworn loyalty to a cause. To disregard how the people of her god may view her, she saw the dreams of the King Charlemagne as the most true course of action. Her life, her duty, everything she has done leads to sacrifice. Giving up her own happiness for the ambitions of another. That is Turpin. But to think she is serious, or all consumed by her beliefs is the most extreme folly. In fact, to take her seriously at all is to set oneself up for ruin. Like the Paladins of Charlemagne, Saber is the least serious person in the room. One who bursts into a castle without thinking, and declaring it defeated despite the army still staring her down. It is confidence in god, and her own self. She never backs down from a challenge, as there is no challenge that scares her. Simply one that excites her, and gives her a cause to sacrifice for once more.
Bio: It doesn't matter who Turpin was before Charlemagne. Because she doesn't care about who she was before then. Yet, according to Flodoard, the tenth-century historian of the church of Reims, Turpin was originally a monk at the Basilica of St Denis near Paris. She may have served as a chorbishop under Bishop Milo of Trier (who was also acting as bishop of Reims) before becoming full bishop upon Milo's death around 762. The date of Turpin's election as a bishop is unknown, usually being placed in 748 or 753. According to Hincmar, the later archbishop of Reims, Turpin occupied herself in securing the restoration of the rights and properties of her church, the revenues and prestige of which had been impaired under the rule of the more martial Milo. And she may well have stayed there. Working on the restoration of such a structure if not for the man known as Charlemagne. The new Holy Roman Emperor and his cry for battle. While many of her ilk believed that the role of the religious was to stay home and pray, Turpin saw otherwise. She saw a connection between religion and war. Was this religion really one of peace? Or perhaps this was a religion of war? Of brave men who created peace through war and the spread of the Christian faith? To Turpin, that answer became... Yes. Despite the protests, she took a horse, and rode off to join Charlemagne. And when she met him... She fell in love. She saw a man who worked tirelessly, and sometimes without the praise or love he was owed. And yet, as a holy woman, she could not give him that... Rather, she turned her attention to the war. Vowing that she would give him what he desired and that would be a proof of the secret love she held towards such a great man. She was rewarded in turn for this love. The sword Almace, gifted to her as a gift for her loyalty. A blade that could freeze any heretic. And in time, she may have had the courage to tell him how much she loved him. Except for the Battle of Roncevaux Pass. A battle that resulted in the death of hundreds of loyal soldiers. Turpin was no exception. Skewered by arrows, swords, and spears, she and Roland were the last two standing. And then... There was one. Turpin was filling a horn with water... When she died. Her body falling into the water, and floating there in serenity amongst the dead. She never did get to tell that man... How much she loved him.
Weapon: Turpin's primary weapon is Almace. Her other armaments include her armor, and a shield. It is possible for Turpin to be summoned with her unnamed steed, who was often described as "of all four-footed beasts none may outstrip him." _________________________________________________________________________________________ Parameters: Strength: C Endurance: A Agility: B Magical Energy: B Luck: B _________________________________________________________________________________________ Class Skills: - Magic Resistance A+: Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'. As Turpin's faith in god is so high, it acts as a superior defense against pagan magics. - Riding C: Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts. Turpin was not known for her riding capabilities, and the horses she did ride, tended to be stolen from men she had killed.
Personal Skills: - Battle Continuation A: Turpin was impaled by arrows and spears, yet continued to fight countless enemies. By the end of it, over four hundred lay dead around her. In her dying moments, she continued to walk on, collecting water in a horn to give to Roland. She was the second to last to die, with Roland following after. This is a Skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments. - Miracle C: A skill that can make a miracle that occasionally makes the impossible possible. Although a part of this has similarities with the Skill Pioneer of the Stars, it is something essentially different. There are also differences regarding the things this can be applied to. Often times, the miracle in question is a kind of healing, and can remove the effects of life threatening poisons. - Incitement A: A skill that functions as the acquisition of the words and gestures to lead the citizens and the masses. Especially, when employed against an individual, it functions as a sort of mental attack. For a Bishop, this kind of mental attack sways the masses to fight for God. The armies of Charlemagne, under Tulpin's gaze, were without question ready to throw their lives away.
Title: Almace: Blade of Heavenly Embrace Rank: B+++ NP Type: Anti-Army Range: 1-50 Maximum Number of Targets: 400 Description: Part of a Trinity of Blades gifted to Charlemagne by Wayland the smith. While Charlemagne would take Durandal, the greatest blade for himself, and later Roland, the blade Almace was given to Turpin. The blade of Almace is one that taps into the very judgement of the nine rings of hell. In particular, the punishment dealt out to betrayers. As Turpin used the blade to slay traitors and those who had fallen from God's light. The Punishment of the final sin is that of the frozen abyss. There is no light of God for those, and with it Turpin controls the very chill of that lack of love. One could easily call it a Sword of Ice that freezes the space that it cuts, allowing it to cover the target in ice even if they managed to dodge the actual strike. Or those that block it will become frozen in a rush of ice that then shatters. Against demons or those of an evil nature, this power rises. As demons are traitors, and those of an evil nature betray God's love of them. When used against an invincible shield created by demons, the ice formed was a glacir that killed the man wielding it. When called upon to its full might, the blade is like a blizzard. The air cut reaches an absolute zero, killing anything it strikes, and freezing what it cannot kill in ice that will never melt.
___________________________________________________________________________******____ Name: Vladimir Moroz Nicknames: The Count of Russia Age: 45 Gender: Male Master of: Caster Command Seal Location: His left Hand Origin: Love ___________________________________________________________________________******____ Personality: Obsession. A blinding obsession boarding on an addiction. It is a flaw, brutal, and unfixed. It is a kind of mentality that has a man turn to a single point, and chase it, ignoring the hypocrisy, or the much better options around him. But such a man is not heartless. Just obsessive, and through that, self-destructive. His tendency to get lost in his work has ruined his personal relationships with others, and it is difficult for him to open up to others. Outside of his obsessions though, he is a relatively kind, if cruel man. He is ruthless in his efficiency, and sees little reason to spare others pain and suffering if they defy him. It is not evil, it is just the way the world works. People must suffer if they transgress their boundaries for that is the way of things. Yes, even him.
Biography: Ded Moroz, the man the Russians may know as 'Father Christmas.' Sometimes referred to as a demon, long before the word meant something sour. Something evil. He was a hero who fought Baba Yaga, healed the sick, and created a granddaughter from snow. That is the story, and the legend of the Moroz family. The family lives in Veliky Ustyug, the homeplace of Ded Moroz. He was a wizard of the winter times, who would trek through the snow to bring gifts on the day of New Years. His legend is ingrained into Slavic folktales, and his descendents have followed suit. For some of them, they keep the tradition alive. Putting on a red suit, and traveling out into the cold winters. Placing gifts down chimneys, and leaving before they can be found. Some over the generations have even made claim to using their magic to keep the hag Baba Yaga trapped in her home. Performing the ritual required once a month. But Vladimir, the latest in a long line of Moroz’s is an addict to the old ways. As if it’s an addiction, and he drinks from it regularly. A member of the mage association, he was heralded as a genius at a young age. He proved his talents in early competitions, and married at the age of 23. If you looked at him from the outside you’d say he was an example of a perfect man. Loved, talented, and ingenious. Even teaching the next generation of mages. But, that is an outsider’s perspective. In reality, his research became a dead end. And his obsession to solve the problem cost him everything. There would be weeks, approaching months where he wouldn’t leave his workshop. Ignoring his wife and child who became aware of his growing instability. In a shocking turn, they left him, leaving him to his obsession and his ever growing madness. He became cruel to his students, ruthless, and eventually, he left his role as a teacher, so that he could focus entirely on his dead end work. It seems... Even a man on the end of his ropes can find something to hope for. In this Grail War.
Skills/Spells List: - Snegurochka 1: The original, if it can be called that. A doll of snow that is without a doubt, one made by Dez Moroz, but may not be the true original spoken of in stories. This snow girl has been passed from member to member of the Moroz family, and is considered without a doubt the most powerful doll of its kind. It can transform it’s limbs and body into razor sharp blades, that slice through stone and rock like a knife through butter. Or to move around like fine snow. This creation is one of the greatest mystic codes of the Moroz family, and some claim it was made using snow from the ice age. A mystery that makes it nigh invulnerable to anything but the strongest of fires. As it is not a traditional spell, but rather a construct, it can be considered to have 'unlimited uses.' Due to this though, the mana required to help maintain the snowdoll in active combat makes it impossible to use any other spell in the process. - Russian Alchemy: An alchemy that finds itself less in the making of precious metals, and more in the making of life. An alchemy more fundamental in creating homunculi, or poisonous cocktails than in turning coal to gold. Poisons, acids, things that kill. Liquids that preserve the body, or are designed to undo pain. - Golem Craft: An advancement of the knowledge gathered through familiarcraft. It is the basis of the Snegurochka, and thus the basis of his greatest strength. It is the understanding of Golemcraft that allowed his ancestor Dez Moroz to create the original Snegurochka. It is possible for other golems to be made using other materials, but there is a clear preference for those of the Snegurochka.
Amount of Magecraft Mana: C
Other: His magic is primarily about creating and using items. As such, his only offensive magic tends to be his snowdoll. Which is an autonomous doll. So spell slots would be useless.
Put me down tentively for Saber. I'll either do Roland, Archbishop Turpin, Richard Lionheart, or Cailte. All are good. Kinda wish we knew the enemy team, so we could pick characters with connections.
@vancexentan What kind of Servant rank are we looking for? Like are we looking for high tier servants with an emphasis on direct combat, or are you looking for more diverse servants who might create interesting team dynamics, rather than being strong bruisers?
Because I have a few options. Could always do Louis XVII as an Avenger. Or Roland as a Saber. Or Emperor Jimmu, or Caílte mac Rónáin if we're aiming for more B-A tier instead of A+ tier.
@vancexentan It's less a troll issue and more a issue of people making a few posts and then never returning. It can hurt an RP that needs dedicated players.
Berserker's focus rested firmly on Noon and the fairy he called his familiar. As such, Cleo went mostly unnoticed. She was far less pretty than his love anyway, so it hardly mattered. After all, his beloved was like blossoming roses being carried by angels who rode upon unicorns through a field of other blooming roses. And maybe a few dead Saracens. That was his addition to their relationship. But even he could notice somebody like Ywain moving to stand between him and the fairy girl. The monster berserker didn't move, but instead turned the tree upright, and then let it lean against a nearby lamppost. The metal of the lamp bending under the weight of the tree, but both stood fairly straight.
He knew who this was. This was a Saracen. An enemy of his love. One who stood before him, and would dare try to keep him from the affection he was earned for his loyalty and kind heart! Berserker's eyes flashed with hatred, his lip pulling into growl. His hands curled into a fist, as the tension only rose. Which of them would attack first? Would the Saracen stand down and accept he was out of his depth? Would he attack like a fool? Or as Berserker clenched his fingers... Would he attack first. All he WANTED WAS THAT STUPID FAIRY SO HIS LOVE WOULD LOVE HIM!
"Roland!"
Into frame casually stepped another figure. Were he completely mad, he might have attacked then and there. But the moon had not taken all of his sanity yet. He noticed those swords. He noticed that smug face. Ogier the Dane. But was he an ally, or enemy? If not for the fact that this was indeed Ogier, it was only reinforced by the fist bump. Or...
An attempted fist bump. Ogier's hand was caught by Roland's, who gripped it surprisingly gently for a Berserker. AKA: He didn't powderize the bone. Yet. "OGIER! I SEE YOU AGAIN!" His friend was standing right in front of him! Ogier was one of the few people he knew who would join his crusade to defeat the Saracens! And he wasn't nearly charming enough to be a threat to Roland's love! A WIN/WIN! Except for one problem.
Roland raised his hand high, and let go of Ogier. Sending his fellow paladin flying directly up in the air. It likely wouldn't kill him, but it was certainly something to see a Saber class servant sailing upwards. Though Roland was sure to catch him in a hug if he didn't manage to land on his feet. "NOW YOU CAN HELP ME KILL THIS SARACEN AND CLAIM A PRIZE FOR MY LOVE!" His eyes were sparking with excitement, having completely begun to ignore Ywain so that he could turn his attention onto his fellow Paladin. Though considering the odd displays of 'affection' it helped to not be in the spotlight.
"MY LOVE WILL PRAISE ME WHEN I BRING YOU TO HER AS AN ALLY TO FIGHT IN HER WAR!"
"I'm sure the Embassy can pay you. After all my Master here did all the work when we arrived, my nation wouldn't mind if some funds were taken from the treasury should you help us with our victory.
HOT DIGGITY DAMN THE EMBASSY!? Chieko had to pause, eyes wide as Nobunaga spoke. Her response after that pause was to open her mouth in the most dignified manner possible, and laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA-" Clapping a hand over her mouth, she took a step back. Was this for real? Nobunaga had been summoned to a war, and right now was offering to pay her with actual japanese money!? No bullshit exchange rates? She could hardly believe it. And they agreed to it!? Who cared if the risk of getting shot in the head was still on the table. She would fly home on a private jet and just throw yen at Atsuko's face! She imagined it in clear detail, even down to the sunglasses and soundtrack! Maybe that was a bit overpresumptious, but it was so exciting. If she wasn't trying to appear cool and collected she might have started dancing.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her gown. "Well, I guess if the embassy is involved then it is only right that I should work with you to achieve your goal for our united homeland." But already she was imagining a pile of yen, running around it and tossing it about. Oh, maybe she could do that thing the duck character did in that Disney stuff! She did know how to swim in water, maybe money was similar? "I'll have to discuss our rate of pay with my servant, since we wouldn't want to overcharge the great uniter if we couldn't be sure to deliver the quality expected for the price. We are mercenaries, not swindlers and conman." She took a step over to Yojimbo, and nodded to him. "Come we have a shrine a bit deeper into the woods. It's well protected by the spirits we brought over with us. We can go to your place once we're sure you can walk properly again, eh Nobukara?." Leading the way, and taking Nobukara by the hand, the group walked towards the shrine in much the same way Dorothy walked with her friends down the yellow brick road. They even had Tomo-kun jogging alongside with a box of money.
Unfortunately for Archer, he was far off when he began his chase. And Berserker hadn't been going slow. By the time Archer would have gotten into position, Berserker was well out of range. And continuing to chase would have done him nothing in terms of keeping up with the beast. Maybe it was just bad luck, or perhaps the fact that Berserker wasn't exactly taking a moonlight stroll that made their meeting unlikely, but he might as well consider himself lucky. The beast he was afraid of wasn't after him, yet. Or perhaps he was just so in love that he didn't notice or care about somebody trying to chase him.
But, he did have one problem.
Berserker had a fairy tree... BUT in his glee he had forgotten the most important part. A FAIRY! UGH! STUPID! But he didn't want to go back and hunt for one. If he took to long his love would worry, and that would be even worse! Whatever the case, Berserker ran through the city, avoiding any curious eyes. But... As he was running he noticed something strange. THERE WAS A FAIRY! Also a master, but that was like... Inconsequential.
Noon would probably feel the servant's presence before he saw, but Roland made that very clear when he leapt down from the roof of a building. His hulking size causing the pavement to crack at his feet, eyes narrowing upon Elaine, and almost completely ignoring Noon. "FAIRY! Get in the tree!" He demanded, presenting the tree he had plucked from the forest. Advanced dialogue wasn't in a Berserker's nature, but it might cause some trouble considering he was basically trying to kidnap somebody's familiar. "You're going to help me prove my love to my lovely love! And then I CAN SLAUGHTER THE ENEMIES OF MY LOVE!"
"I'll accept your apology for now, however... the next time you do this. There will be no remorse and I will have to do a different kind of conquering." Chieko was naturally flabbergasted at this response. Her eyes wide, heart thumping like a drum, and her mind burning at the thought. It was like a million little Chieko's were running around her head, setting fire to several computers and trying to hide her hentai collection. 'She wants to do the lesbians!? How shameful! Come on Chieko, don't let her confuse you! Think straight thoughts! Men with buff chests! Nice suits! BOOBS! DAMNIT CHIEKO! WHAT DID WE JUST TALK ABOUT!?' Naturally this thought process wasn't readable, but the blood running down her nose was not very subtle either. But with a cough into her fist, she set herself back to a decent neutral. "Well, I will certainly keep that in mind. I'll have to save that for when we aren't out in the open. And certainly not in a shrine. Amaterasu will send Daji upon us for sure I did something so egregious."
"Chieko-san, why are you here? I'm sure you're aware, but this is a Holy Grail War. There is a very good chance you could die should you misstep. As a shinobi I walk with death every day, but you... you don't have to be here you know." "Asking for my life story already, huh?" Chieko said, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh lovely Nobukara-sama-desu-kun, I came here because I wanted to earn money for the temple. The holy grail war was just an excuse." She smiled, though on the inside she was panicking. 'Oh no! What if she pries? What if she learns the truth!?' Again, those thoughts were quieted. "In truth, I can be an ally, but..." There was a slight pause for dramatic effect. "Not for free. You see, my servant is Yojimbo. The manifestation of all masterless samurai of the Sengoku era. Wandering, seeking payment, and acting as my bodyguard for this war. And I am here to acquire funds for my temples repair and care. As such, we can fix your leg, and help you win this war without a hitch. You just gotta... Grease the wheels a little." She held out a hand, rubbing two fingers together in the universal sign of 'I am poor, please give me the money.'
"We can discuss payment later though. This is rather out in the open, and I'm sure there is a master and servant around who are a lot less reasonable than you." With luck, she hadn't pushed too hard, and now she and her ally could set up and maybe work together? Or maybe she'll get shot for asking for money from a warlord.
It took him awhile, and at least a dozen or so more chopped down trees to find exactly what he had been looking for. It was a magnificent oak tree, that for the most part looked nearly identical to the others. But to Roland it was perfect! The perfect example of a tree, in bloom with it's green leaves. So, with the delicate care of somebody that wasn't him, he cut it down. A single strike of Durandal tore through the base, leaving a clean stump behind. The tree tilted, and fell, but didn't hit the ground. As Berserker picked it easily out of the air mid-fall, and tossed it over his shoulder. The tree was his brand new prize, and he carried it with the delicate grace it needed.
And so, with his trophy in hand, he began to run home. He tore his way through the forest, crushing the odd tree he had cut down earlier beneath his feet. The crunch and splinter of wood might leave people confused when morning came, wondering just what monster had left such impressive footprints in the fallen trees, but the answer was probably best off not learned. They wouldn't get it. It was for love, and love is really complicated.
Roland bounded and ran through the park, and eventually that gave way to the Residential district. Then, a minute later he could smell the Seine. The river air that made the hole district smell... Well like a river. He was a Berserker after all, nice language wasn't too high on his train of thought. But as the bank of the river approached, he bent his knees, and leapt. Clearing it in one go, landing on the far bank with a plum of sand. The bridge was probably too slow to even be an option.
The trip home would take a bit, but with his prize he was sure to make an impression. Also he was still singing... But like, a bit less loud than before. "LALALALALA! FEEDLE DEEDLE DEE! I AM IN LOVE FOR ALL TO SEE!"
___________________________________________________________________________________ Bois de Vincennes ---> Residential District ---> Foreign District
HE FOUND IT! AHAHAHAHAHA! HOW BRILLIANT! HOW INGENIOUS HE WAS!
Because Roland had left his love's side for the first time since the war began. In doing so he sought a way to show his love to her. A way to show his lovely Angelica just how much he loved her! At first he hadn't been to sure about it. He had been doing all sorts of stuff, but now as he stepped into the wonderful gardens of Paris, he knew exactly what he needed to get his lovely Angelica to prove that he loved her. To do that, he would have to go above and beyond! To do that, he would have to go get himself a bouquet! He could see it now, a beautiful plant, full of beautiful things!
So, the mad Zerker took his sword in hand, and marched towards the forest. Fairies didn't scare him, not that he really noticed them. What he saw was a lot of trees, and he just had to find the perfect one. The first tree he walked up to, simple... Bland. Not good enough to be a bouquet for his love. THE AUDACITY! So, sword in hand, he marched deeper into the forest. His blade snapping back and forth. The odd tree being split in half, as he carved a path through the mystical forest. Heading deeper into the forest in search of what one might call... THE PERFECT BOUQUET TREE!
And the whole time, he began to sing. "LALALALALA! FEEDLE DEEDLE DEE! I AM IN LOVE FOR ALL TO SEE! GONNA FIND HER A TREE! PROVE THAT SHE IS THE ONE FOR ME! LALALA FEEDLE DEEDLE DEE!" A truly majestic singing voice. The fairies were all probably in awe of his high notes.
As the high of a good performance was swept away, Chieko could focus on new, important things. Like her hand itching. Must be the mosquitoes. Stupid bugs. Maybe if she won she'd use her wish to get rid of all the mosquitoes. Hmmmmmmmm. Now that's an idea.
"Quite the bold move to showcase your Servant's abilities in public Chieko-san. You had to have known a Master was watching, the burning in your hand would have been impossible to ignore." But as she was picking up her box of showman stuff, the arrival of another master came forth. Turning her head at her name, the shrine maiden narrowed her eyes. There, two people, both dressed in modern clothing. It took her more than a few seconds to make the connection. After all, it had been a few years, and so many people passed through the temple. But this one? This one in particular was special. "NOBUKARA! Is that you!?" Chieko nearly bounded forwards, landing on one foot and leaning in closer. But... Not towards Nobukara. But Nobunaga. "WOW! It is you? It's really been a while. And to think last time I saw you I thought you were gonna be a hopeless A cup forever. And here you are, with least a B-cup. Wow, I guess dreams really do come true, huh!?" Because by this point she had reached out, and was cupping the servant's breasts. "Wow, and they're really comfy!" After getting a good grip and deciding that was enough, Chieko took a step back, sighing to herself. "But what's with your servant?" She said, addressing Nobukara finally. "I thought you were related to some big shot warlord who was really cool? Why didn't you like cut a finger and use your bloodline as a catalyst to summon them? And what's with the limp? Did she get hurt already? I know Saber may look like a boarish man with terrible taste, but he knows how to dress a splint."
There was a pause, and if she wasn't shot dead in numerous painful ways, she had a sudden realization. "Wait, are you Nobukara? That means this person is your servant!" Her smile turned to a horrified frown, and she immediatly began to bow. "I'm so sorry Miss Warlord-Sama! If I had known it was you I would have shown way more respect to your D-cups!" She began to bow up and down so quickly it was like there was a fan blasting the duo. "I hope you'll forgive me and my servant for our horrible attitude! We're just visitors from Japan who are trying to make a humble living! We promise we haven't killed anybody yet!"
