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Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Success! There was still quite an unreasonable timer on the omni-tool, but sometimes it takes baby steps to reach your ultimate goals. Narvia looked relieved (if a little red in the cheeks), and Ariel was content with that.

“It certainly is a step forward. Let’s give it a look later tonight.”

The arms shop was making bank from that discount, looking at the amount of gear and weaponry that the group was buying up. The blades and firearms and tools, both melee and ranged, conventional and exotic — was that an anti-materiel rifle? Really, Tarak? — totalled up to one hefty bill. Ariel wondered if it wasn’t a little excessive as the group of remilitarised Star Marines continued on their way to the Moonstrike vessel.

The Xuanzang looked not much different from a regular cargo transport. Ariel was hardly an expert, though; no doubt it had some surreptitious modifications, just hidden enough to pass casual inspection. Souped-up engines, concealed weapons, advanced cloaking systems and what not: or at least, that was what the space operas said. Judging by the fancy armoured car Natasha had sent out just now, it wasn’t too far-fetched an assumption to make.

Guided by said woman, the group’s entry into what looked like a meeting room marked the beginning of a whole round of greetings and introductions. As the others said their hellos, Ariel took the chance to have a good look at the ship and her captain.

Natasha looked like a bit like the rugged but free-spirited sort. Was it the haircut, or the eyes? Perhaps it was a combination of both, or the way she had wholeheartedly approved of and participated in Ashton’s unchecked trading spree earlier. The ship was practically immaculate, though that could very well be nothing more than the work of some automated drones, given the ship’s small crew. The captain deserved an ‘A’ for presentation all the same.

A little lull in the air indicated that it was time to speak. “Hello, nice to meet you all! My name is Ariel, Ariel Sin. Like Navi, I’m from the inner Solar System. I’m not as good at fighting or magic as everyone else, but I’ll be giving all I’ve got!”

An older man wandered in around then. From that coat, he must have been the ship’s medical officer…

“Ah.”

Even after inadvertently voicing her surprise, Ariel tried not to stare at the little coffin nail in the man’s hand, or the puffs of grey disease in particulate form wafting from his mouth. Staring would be rude, after all. It was easier said than done, though, and she found her disapproving gaze drawn to Dr Millard’s cigarette over and over again.

Seeing the doctor smoke kind of undermined his credibility a bit. Especially since it was one of the old-fashioned cigarettes — of all the myriad ways to feed an addiction, that had to be one of the worst. Even with nanomedicine mitigating the worst of the health effects, it was still unsightly at best. Sure, there were all the psychological and socioeconomic factors that contributed to the habit, but still…

Ariel stuck her hand out, palm open and facing upwards, as if expectantly waiting for the doctor to hand something over.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

In retrospect, not very much time had passed. The incident had lasted maybe twenty minutes at the very most. When Ariel finally set down her stunner, however, the exhaustion she felt was as if she had just been in an hours-long standoff. Thank goodness Natasha and Abaddon had managed to convince the rogue militants to depart peacefully!

Natasha’s six-wheeler looked more familiar than Ariel would ever have expected, though. It would hardly have seemed out of place in a military garage or a boarding shuttle — Moonstrike must either have some excellent R&D teams, or a well-placed network of infiltrators among the ranks of the Ascendancy; or perhaps it was more likely to be both. Seems like they were more than just your typical ragtag rebels.

The grateful storeowners had offered the Star Marines (as they were now apparently called) a few pallets’ worth of free wares and generous discounts on their products. While the group was hardly lacking in funds, exploiting the 15% off would be saving money nonetheless. But Ariel would leave the shopping to the rest — her equipment was satisfactory enough, and only needed electricity to run, so it wasn’t like she needed ammunition either.

Ariel’s attention turned to Narvia, who was fiddling with her omnitool and sheepishly complaining about a… fourteen hour countdown?!

“Wow.”

With advances in computing, it took truly unique circumstances or massive scales to achieve such a long timer. That omnitool was military-issue, too, much like the majority of Narvia’s equipment. Her service history was rather unique, in that she was assigned to an autonomous fleet under Admiral Zahrin, one of very few such formations in the Ascendancy’s armed forces. Much like the Windsors’ fleets, such independent units had often been viewed with suspicion and wariness by both other military commanders and the civilian government, though it could hardly be called baseless — the Dragon’s Brigade had developed their own unique versions of a lot of tools and systems, and if they decided to defect one day, their odds of survival in the long term weren’t bad.

Must be one really bulky document. (Unless the estimate was simply off by an order of magnitude or two, which was still within the realm of possibility.) Narvia’s godfather had probably butchered the formatting or something to inflate it to a size like that. Fourteen hours? Unless she felt like staying up hideously late, it would probably be better to take a look at it the next day instead.

“Make sure it doesn’t overheat~”

Actually, perhaps the decryption would go faster if Ariel lent her omnitool’s processing power. It wasn’t like she had plans to use it in the immediate future or anything, so… no harm in trying!

“Navi, want to try linking our omnitools together and see if it deciphers any quicker? At this rate, it’s only going to finish tomorrow.”

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Before Moonstrike could send the child soldiers out to for some Ascendancy-kicking action, it would seem that the action had come to them.

Restarters… the name rung a bell. A tiny little bell, but it was vaguely familiar to Ariel all the same. Their ultimate aim was pretty much the total genocide of humankind, although they had long been considered extremists or outright terrorists in practically all polite circles and weren’t known for being particularly well-organised. Even accounting for the sheer expanse of the Bazaar, though, the security forces’ response time for an incident of such gravity was atrociously slow. Stalling for time with such a violent group wouldn’t be a tenable strategy in the long run.

Although Ariel had drawn her stunner, it wouldn’t work against Mirrorshard — he was a Kaisoken, after all, and a little zap would hardly be of any effect. The same was unfortunately true for the baton, and her magic was not well-suited to a close combat situation such as this. Her time to shine would perhaps come later: right now, it was time for the others to take the limelight. A peaceful resolution — somehow, having someone with the moniker of ‘Kinslayer’ speak to their fellow Kaisoken was actually the most diplomatic approach — would of course be for the best, but if that didn’t play out as planned, then Tarak and Nero had thankfully come up with a plan.

Now she just needed to find a niche to slot herself into…

“I’ll stay on this shuttle and evacuate the civilians here to someplace safer. If they try to board us while you guys are over there, I’ll fend them off. And, if things go awry—“ heaven forbid, Ariel muttered silently to herself “—don’t forget that Flame, Iris, and I all have med-kits. Please get back in one piece, though.”

The shop’s proprietress was a Rau’ve, but her customers were of all species. There was no guarantee that they would all speak English, and on occasion even Basic. Fortunately, Ariel knew her fair share of alien and foreign tongues, more than enough to communicate.

Ariel spoke to the store owner first. “Madam, let’s move everyone to shelter. Do you have a room with metal doors or locks?” Leaving the area entirely would be best, but with so large a group it would be difficult to evade detection from the militants.

Next, she began to speak to the customers all around the shuttle, all in various stages of shock or disbelief, some already showing sign of panic. Managing crowds wasn’t Ariel’s specialty, but someone had to take control of the situation. “Everyone, please remain calm and listen to my instructions! We cannot exit the shuttle, so follow the owner and we’ll head to a safe room until security arrives. Keep calm, and don’t push!” She repeated this first in English, then Basic, Rau’ve, and any language she could muster until she was confident that no one was left confused.

Ariel wasn’t a police officer, but looking at all the regular people in the store whose lives were at stake now, she had only one objective — to serve and to protect these innocents.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Ariel had been the last of the group to join. Their first encounter had been on the way to the Galactic Bazaar — she hadn’t met any of them before at that time, but they took her in and treated her no differently from an old friend. Most of the child soldiers had met each other in the Rau’ve camps; some had been brothers and sisters in arms. And of course there were even literal blood-related siblings, namely Iris and Samuel, who both seemed to have succumbed to food comas after indulging in a veritable feast.

Perhaps it was to be expected of twins, but all cuddled up to each other like that — the two were so unreservedly intimate that Ariel found it adorable. It didn’t look like the most comfortable position to take a nap in, head against head, but neither seemed to mind in the least. She didn’t try to stifle her giggle.

Too cute!

Tarak and Finbarr — sometimes he was simply Fin; Ariel had called him that before, but for whatever reason he was always Finbarr in her mind — seemed to agree. Adding the latter’s jacket-turned-blanket into the mix only served to further amplify the twins’ cute factor.

“Always wonderful to see those two getting along, isn’t it?” It was more of a thought voiced aloud than it was a real question. She noticed her own lips and cheeks unconsciously making themselves into a little content smile. It was wonderful indeed.

Ariel had already finished her food: some fresh fruit and vegetables with a side of nuts, of Earthly origin for the most part. (Although the produce had probably come from some nearby greenhouse in orbit, the meal still felt like a familiar taste of home again.) Not feeling tired enough to take a nap either, that left her with two options: fiddle with her omni-tool like Ashton, or interact with those who were still awake. Although she had to admit that the amateur day traders had just all but secured their financial future, she wasn’t feeling too keen on catching the eyes of the revenue service or hackers or what have you.

Besides, why chat to strangers online when there were real friends to be had right here?

Finbarr had laid his head down, and although he was still awake, she did not wish to disturb him. There was no worse way to ruin someone’s mood than to interrupt their rest, after all. The girls were still relishing their meals, while the group’s de facto leaders were still busying themselves on the stock market. It was hence Flame who Ariel directed her next question to.

“Hey, Flame? Captain Natasha? What are we going to do as, um, rebels? I’ve seen movies and games before, but... probably a bit different from the real thing....” The old space operas had the rebels blowing up ships and sneaking into enemy bases, but surely those were just fiction, right?

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Ariel

Name: Ariel Sin
Age: 15
Physical Description:

Hider

Important items:
Backpack - Its plain white design is bereft of aesthetics and most ergonomic features, but thoroughly protects the contents of its numerous compartments from heat, water, electromagnetic fields, and all manner of potential hazards. A biometric lock secures its contents from theft.

Stunner - A less-lethal electroshock weapon that transmits electricity to its target by ionising air into conductive plasma, incapacitating them for as long as the trigger is held down. Ineffective in vacuums except at point-blank range, and against Kaisoken and Tayanen. As a smart weapon with Ariel being the only authorised user, anyone else trying to use it will just get a shock and a loud alarm for their troubles.

Baton - A lightweight expanding model, inconspicuously pocket-sized when collapsed and half a metre long at its most extended. Equipped with electrodes for stun capability.

Omni-tool - Far too indispensable a tool to go without in 25th century society.

Wallet - A slim box-like container, containing cash, bank cards, stored-value credit sticks, various forms of identification, and the occasional miscellaneous trinket. Currently holds a total of two hundred Galactic Credits in hard currency, and double that amount on prepaid sticks. A biometric lock secures its contents from theft.

Medkit - The advanced nanomachines and pharmaceuticals contained within allow for the basic treatment of all manner of injuries and ailments, even without training.

Short Bio:
Ariel’s parents are called Indra and Elia. They both work as researchers, at the Earth–Moon L₄ University and a company called Aion respectively. She is the younger of two children, with a sister six years her senior.

It is a parent’s duty to seek the best for their children: and so, before Ariel was even conceived, her parents underwent rigorous cutting-edge therapies and procedures to ensure that she would receive the best that her parents could offer. She would not be ‘perfect’ — that was a subjective term loaded with undue expectations for a child, and to speak in such absolutes would be haughty — but ‘the best she could be’, in mind, body, and spirit. This meant nanomedicine, genetic engineering, nootropics in safe and moderated doses, optimised dietary intake, and more.

Aware of the equal importance of “nurture” in raising a child, they gave her their utmost love and affection, in a well-tailored yet dynamic environment that still allowed her the freedom to socialise and explore. Ariel was allowed to roam and interact with whoever she pleased in school — after all, the best pedagogy had been employed to educate her on the most effective methods to handle social situations, backed by current evidence.

Ariel’s life was one of privilege and opportunity in every facet. An ideal childhood, with a family who always did their best so that their youngest daughter could do the same. Unsurprisingly identified as ‘gifted’ from a young age, Ariel was put in advanced classes, then accelerated to an early graduation. She was well-adjusted and formed strong, lasting social connections, much to her family’s pleasure; she was physically in the peak of health, and kept fit through regular exercise and a good diet. But before long, government agents came down to her home. At thirteen, she was injected with Kaisoken dust, and entered the armed forces of the Ascendancy of Man.

Ariel never lasted very long in whatever unit she was assigned to — or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the units she was assigned to never lasted very long. Time and time again, she watched as the boys and girls who she had only just gotten to know died. Sometimes the child soldiers were slowly whittled off, one by one. More often than not it was a single, swift action that annihilated the unit whole — save for Ariel. And even when her fellow children did survive, she was always transferred out of the lucky unit swiftly, as if some administrative clerk had nothing better to do but try and cause her misery. Would it be more accurate to call her Fortune’s favourite, or Fortune’s fool?

That same fortune spared Ariel from sharing the grim fate of many at Proxima Centauri, as she happened to be out of action and missed the decisive battle. Under the terms of the peace treaty, she was handed over to the Rau’ve — and found out first-hand just how genuinely pleasant their ‘prison camps’ were. After release, she contemplated returning home for a while, but eventually set out to join this so-called rebel network, Moonstrike. After all, what child soldier wouldn’t hate the Ascendancy after what they had done? It was around this time that she ran across Ashton’s group of like-minded child soldiers and joined up with them.

Looks like the Ascendancy is in for a whole new war.

Spell List:
Séance (Underworld): Ariel may call upon a departed soul. The more recent their death, the less time and energy it takes, and the higher the rates of success. While the soul is capable of perceiving the world as it would have in life, it cannot be perceived or interacted with in any manner by any person or object save Ariel, and even she is only capable of conversation with the soul. Communication occurs telepathically, and does not require audible speech.

Mind Trick (Mind): By making direct eye contact (no sunglasses or helmets) with someone, Ariel can give a simple command to a person, resisted by their willpower. If successful, the target carry out the suggestion as if they had always intended to do so, and will not notice anything strange about doing so.

Character Traits:
Inquisitive Mind: At least the Ascendancy’s schooling system isn’t that bad, at least for top students. Ariel may not have all the answers, but she sure can find them if given the time and resources. Be it through instruction or self-directed exploration, she is always willing and capable of learning new knowledge and skills, and fast.

Empath: Some people are open books. They wear their hearts on their sleeves, they’re easy to read, they have no filter. To Ariel, pretty much everyone’s an open book. She has no trouble at all discerning someone’s emotional state (and perhaps even take guesses at some of their thoughts!) just by observing and having a little chat. The knowledge of just what the right thing to say is, and how to say it, also comes naturally to her. It isn’t true mind magic, but it might be as close as you can get without Kaisoken dust. Whether you call it charm, charisma, or clairvoyance, Ariel’s aptitude in social encounters is undeniable.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

All right, here’s my app!

Ariel

Name: Ariel Sin
Age: 15
Physical Description:

Hider

Important items:
Backpack - Its plain white design is bereft of aesthetics and most ergonomic features, but thoroughly protects the contents of its numerous compartments from heat, water, electromagnetic fields, and all manner of potential hazards. A biometric lock secures its contents from theft.

Stunner - A less-lethal electroshock weapon that transmits electricity to its target by ionising air into conductive plasma, incapacitating them for as long as the trigger is held down. Ineffective in vacuums except at point-blank range, and against Kaisoken and Tayanen. As a smart weapon with Ariel being the only authorised user, anyone else trying to use it will just get a shock and a loud alarm for their troubles.

Baton - A lightweight expanding model, inconspicuously pocket-sized when collapsed and half a metre long at its most extended. Equipped with electrodes for stun capability.

Omni-tool - Far too indispensable a tool to go without in 25th century society.

Wallet - A slim box-like container, containing cash, bank cards, stored-value credit sticks, various forms of identification, and the occasional miscellaneous trinket. Currently holds a total of two hundred Galactic Credits in hard currency, and double that amount on prepaid sticks. A biometric lock secures its contents from theft.

Medkit - The advanced nanomachines and pharmaceuticals contained within allow for the basic treatment of all manner of injuries and ailments, even without training.

Short Bio:
Ariel’s parents are called Indra and Elia. They both work as researchers, at the Earth–Moon L₄ University and a company called Aion respectively. She is the younger of two children, with a sister six years her senior.

It is a parent’s duty to seek the best for their children: and so, before Ariel was even conceived, her parents underwent rigorous cutting-edge therapies and procedures to ensure that she would receive the best that her parents could offer. She would not be ‘perfect’ — that was a subjective term loaded with undue expectations for a child, and to speak in such absolutes would be haughty — but ‘the best she could be’, in mind, body, and spirit. This meant nanomedicine, genetic engineering, nootropics in safe and moderated doses, optimised dietary intake, and more.

Aware of the equal importance of “nurture” in raising a child, they gave her their utmost love and affection, in a well-tailored yet dynamic environment that still allowed her the freedom to socialise and explore. Ariel was allowed to roam and interact with whoever she pleased in school — after all, the best pedagogy had been employed to educate her on the most effective methods to handle social situations, backed by current evidence.

Ariel’s life was one of privilege and opportunity in every facet. An ideal childhood, with a family who always did their best so that their youngest daughter could do the same. Unsurprisingly identified as ‘gifted’ from a young age, Ariel was put in advanced classes, then accelerated to an early graduation. She was well-adjusted and formed strong, lasting social connections, much to her family’s pleasure; she was physically in the peak of health, and kept fit through regular exercise and a good diet. But before long, government agents came down to her home. At thirteen, she was injected with Kaisoken dust, and entered the armed forces of the Ascendancy of Man.

Ariel never lasted very long in whatever unit she was assigned to — or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the units she was assigned to never lasted very long. Time and time again, she watched as the boys and girls who she had only just gotten to know died. Sometimes the child soldiers were slowly whittled off, one by one. More often than not it was a single, swift action that annihilated the unit whole — save for Ariel. And even when her fellow children did survive, she was always transferred out of the lucky unit swiftly, as if some administrative clerk had nothing better to do but try and cause her misery. Would it be more accurate to call her Fortune’s favourite, or Fortune’s fool?

That same fortune spared Ariel from sharing the grim fate of many at Proxima Centauri, as she happened to be out of action and missed the decisive battle. Under the terms of the peace treaty, she was handed over to the Rau’ve — and found out first-hand just how genuinely pleasant their ‘prison camps’ were. After release, she contemplated returning home for a while, but eventually set out to join this so-called rebel network, Moonstrike. After all, what child soldier wouldn’t hate the Ascendancy after what they had done? It was around this time that she ran across Ashton’s group of like-minded child soldiers and joined up with them.

Looks like the Ascendancy is in for a whole new war.

Spell List:
Séance (Underworld): Ariel may call upon a recently departed soul. While the soul is capable of perceiving the world as it would have in life, it cannot be perceived or interacted with in any manner by any person or object save Ariel, and even she is only capable of conversation with the soul. Communication occurs telepathically, and does not require audible speech.

Mind Trick (Mind): By making direct eye contact (no sunglasses or helmets) with someone, Ariel can give a simple command to a person, resisted by their willpower. If successful, the target carry out the suggestion as if they had always intended to do so, and will not notice anything strange about doing so.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Empathy x2
Exceptional Speech x2

Fate/illuminated histoire

Rider of Black

Name: Martinus Turonensis

Class: Rider

Appearance:

Appearance:

Personality: St Martin of Tours is pretty much exactly what you would expect of a saint. Humble, a master who washes the feet of his attendant. Modest, not hungering for power or fame or wealth. Pious, unflinching in his words and works in service of the Lord. In his lifetime he was known for exceptional mercy, advocating for clemency on behalf of heretics sentenced to death and preaching repentance even to demons and the devil. Despite his past career as a cataphract and a member of the imperial bodyguard, Martin has long since laid down arms, and renounced all war and killing. Even if it were to defend his most beloved companions, he would never raise a finger against one of the Almighty’s children, however far astray they may be. Slow to anger, quick to forgive; his demeanour is seemingly always one of tranquil contentment, or even bliss.

Parameters:

• Strength: C+
• Endurance: A
• Agility: C+
• Mana: D+
• Luck: D
• Noble Phantasm: B

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A. Demons in various forms, even the devil — all manner of diabolical creatures have tried their wicked arts on him to no avail. Mere magecraft is of no concern.
Riding: C. Despite being most commonly depicted on horseback, Martin only ever served a few short years in the Roman cavalry, and was fortunate enough to never fight a battle during that stint. It has been a while, so he’s gotten a little rusty.
Divinity: C. Venerated both in antiquity and the modern day, particularly in France, and numbered among the most famous saints of the Western church, it is no surprise that Martin possesses some degree of Divinity. The man himself is however vehemently against the very thought of such heresy.

Personal Skills:
Quis Contra Nos: B. Martin was never actually martyred. He did come very close several times, though, and his unwavering conviction in the face of mortal danger is no lesser than those who were ultimately called to Heaven. This mental fortitude makes psychological attacks and tests of his conviction a breeze, and withstanding intense pain an easy task. Mind-affecting attacks of any kind are ineffective.
Fratribus Meis Minimis: A. It was an act of most Christian charity which led the future bishop to salvation, one winter at the gate of Amiens. Whenever and wherever it is possible for him to render assistance to anyone in need, Martin will do so. Be they sinner or saint alike, and regardless of his own circumstances, he will never hesitate to put his neck on the line to provide for the least in society. Through a sort of ‘intuition’ which he calls God-given wisdom, Martin always knows the needs of everyone around him, and the best way to go about helping them. This includes those who are hostile against him, and those who he has yet to meet; even a Servant using Presence Concealment of Rank B or below would be detected.
Pugnare Mihi Non Licet: A. Martin declared himself no longer a soldier of Caesar but of Christ, right in front of the emperor himself. To support his declaration, he was willing to stand at the front of the whole army with neither sword nor shield. There is nothing different about this war. He may protect the weak and tend to the suffering, at the vanguard or in the rear, but nevermore will he take up arms. He will participate in combat should the circumstances compel him to, yet even if his own life were at stake, he will never aim to kill. It would take a Command Spell with a simple and specific order to overcome this. In battle, he will always head for the front lines, and draw the attention of opponents in the process.

Noble Phantasms:
Name: Hic Me Veste Contexit: A Chapel for the Pauper
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Army
Appearance: An intact red chlamys.
Effects: The remainder of the military cloak with which the young cavalryman clothed a beggar at Amiens at the expense of his own modesty. Although there was only one beneficiary in the original legend, this continuously-active Noble Phantasm can be divided into seven parts and shared with up to six targets, with one part for Martin himself. When wearing a part of the cloak, any harm which comes to the wearers will be redirected to Martin. The wearers’ wellbeing is restored gradually, which also has a calming effect. For each additional wearer under his protection, his endurance doubles, offering him exponentially higher defensive capabilities in exchange for bearing the burdens of the vulnerable. Only the wearer can remove their own part of the cloak, which disappears and is restored to Martin’s cloak upon doing so.

Name: Quoniam Tu Mecum Es: I Shall Fear No Evil
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: N/A
Effects: A Noble Phantasm representing Martin’s propensity to defy death. When he was confronted with pagan assassins and hostile hosts, the Lord repelled their blades and brought a peaceful resolution to the futile fighting. So long as Martin holds true to his beliefs and keeps the faith, no harm will come to him. Any one who intends to hurt him will fail, their attacks either doing no damage or missing entirely. This supernatural protection does not extend to those around him, however, not even his own mount. Damage inflicted upon him through his cloak is not affected by this either.

Name: Loricatos Quos Cataphractos Vocant: The Young Soldier’s Ironclad Stallion
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: A large pony, 14 hands tall. Its pure white coat is concealed by an all-encompassing set of iron scale armour, which covers it from head to tail. Comes with reins and a four-horned saddle, but no stirrups.
Effects: Martin’s steed throughout his career in the legions, and the one he rode when he divided his cloak. One of the most iconic parts of his saintly depiction, a symbol of charity and the moral duties of a soldier; when ridden, it doubles his strength, agility, and mana. It can be used to charge at and run over opponents. This Noble Phantasm can be destroyed by sufficient firepower, rendering it unusable for a few hours, but its endurance is equivalent to Rank A thanks to its thick and heavy armour. As in life, it can feed off mundane grass and hay alone in place of receiving mana from its rider.

When ridden, it will always protect its rider from harm to the best of its ability unless explicitly commanded otherwise, up to and including intercepting attacks with its body. It can also completely nullify a single attack or short series of attacks even if it would normally be impossible for it to do so, such as one from a Conceptual Weapon, at the cost of being permanently put out of action for the remainder of the War.

Name: Ydola Vana Ruunt: Destroy the False and Heathen
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: Is it a hammer or an axe? Personally leaning towards the former.
Effects: Legend has it that Martin used this to smash pagan statues and temples. He personally doesn’t recall using this particular tool, whatever it may be, but it’s here anyway. When used to strike a magical object, it can render the object’s magical abilities unusable for a period of time depending on the strength of the object’s magic. A low-quality Mystic Code would be destroyed completely, whereas a B-ranked Noble Phantasm would only be disabled for a few seconds at most, and a C-ranked one for no more than a minute. Anything stronger would be completely unaffected, and Noble Phantasms which are not objects (such as abilities and techniques) will also function normally. If the targeted object’s wielder has sufficiently high Luck, this effect may fail.

Also usable as a normal hammer/axe.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Fate/illuminated histoire

@VitaVitaAR Added two more NPs. Let me know if any more changes are needed.

Fate/illuminated histoire

Rider of Black

Name: Martinus Turonensis

Class: Rider

Appearance:

Appearance:

Personality: St Martin of Tours is pretty much exactly what you would expect of a saint. Humble, a master who washes the feet of his attendant. Modest, not hungering for power or fame or wealth. Pious, unflinching in his words and works in service of the Lord. In his lifetime he was known for exceptional mercy, advocating for clemency on behalf of heretics sentenced to death and preaching repentance even to demons and the devil. Despite his past career as a cataphract and a member of the imperial bodyguard, Martin has long since laid down arms, and renounced all war and killing. Even if it were to defend his most beloved companions, he would never raise a finger against one of the Almighty’s children, however far astray they may be. Slow to anger, quick to forgive; his demeanour is seemingly always one of tranquil contentment, or even bliss.

Parameters:

• Strength: C+
• Endurance: A
• Agility: C+
• Mana: D+
• Luck: D
• Noble Phantasm: B

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A. Demons in various forms, even the devil — all manner of diabolical creatures have tried their wicked arts on him to no avail. Mere magecraft is of no concern.
Riding: C. Despite being most commonly depicted on horseback, Martin only ever served a few short years in the Roman cavalry, and was fortunate enough to never fight a battle during that stint. It has been a while, so he’s gotten a little rusty.
Divinity: C. Venerated both in antiquity and the modern day, particularly in France, and numbered among the most famous saints of the Western church, it is no surprise that Martin possesses some degree of Divinity. The man himself is however vehemently against the very thought of such heresy.

Personal Skills:
Quis Contra Nos: B. Martin was never actually martyred. He did come very close several times, though, and his unwavering conviction in the face of mortal danger is no lesser than those who were ultimately called to Heaven. This mental fortitude makes psychological attacks and tests of his conviction a breeze, and withstanding intense pain an easy task. Mind-affecting attacks of any kind are ineffective.
Fratribus Meis Minimis: A. It was an act of most Christian charity which led the future bishop to salvation, one winter at the gate of Amiens. Whenever and wherever it is possible for him to render assistance to anyone in need, Martin will do so. Be they sinner or saint alike, and regardless of his own circumstances, he will never hesitate to put his neck on the line to provide for the least in society. Through a sort of ‘intuition’ which he calls God-given wisdom, Martin always knows the needs of everyone around him, and the best way to go about helping them. This includes those who are hostile against him, and those who he has yet to meet; even a Servant using Presence Concealment of Rank B or below would be detected.
Pugnare Mihi Non Licet: A. Martin declared himself no longer a soldier of Caesar but of Christ, right in front of the emperor himself. To support his declaration, he was willing to stand at the front of the whole army with neither sword nor shield. There is nothing different about this war. He may protect the weak and tend to the suffering, at the vanguard or in the rear, but nevermore will he take up arms. He will participate in combat should the circumstances compel him to, yet even if his own life were at stake, he will never aim to kill. It would take a Command Spell with a simple and specific order to overcome this. In battle, he will always head for the front lines, and draw the attention of opponents in the process.

Noble Phantasms:
Name: Hic Me Veste Contexit: A Chapel for the Pauper
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Army
Appearance: An intact red chlamys.
Effects: The remainder of the military cloak with which the young cavalryman clothed a beggar at Amiens at the expense of his own modesty. Although there was only one beneficiary in the original legend, this continuously-active Noble Phantasm can be divided into seven parts and shared with up to six targets, with one part for Martin himself. When wearing a part of the cloak, any harm which comes to the wearers will be redirected to Martin. The wearers’ wellbeing is restored gradually, which also has a calming effect. For each additional wearer under his protection, his endurance doubles, offering him exponentially higher defensive capabilities in exchange for bearing the burdens of the vulnerable. Only the wearer can remove their own part of the cloak, which disappears and is restored to Martin’s cloak upon doing so.

Name: Quoniam Tu Mecum Es: I Shall Fear No Evil
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: N/A
Effects: A Noble Phantasm representing Martin’s propensity to defy death. When he was confronted with pagan assassins and hostile hosts, the Lord repelled their blades and brought a peaceful resolution to the futile fighting. So long as Martin holds true to his beliefs and keeps the faith, no harm will come to him. Any one who intends to hurt him will fail, their attacks either doing no damage or missing entirely. This supernatural protection does not extend to those around him, however, not even his own mount. Damage inflicted upon him through his cloak is not affected by this either.

Name: Loricatos Quos Cataphractos Vocant: The Young Soldier’s Ironclad Stallion
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: A large pony, 14 hands tall. Its pure white coat is concealed by an all-encompassing set of iron scale armour, which covers it from head to tail. Comes with reins and a four-horned saddle, but no stirrups.
Effects: Martin’s steed throughout his career in the legions, and the one he rode when he divided his cloak. One of the most iconic parts of his saintly depiction, a symbol of charity and the moral duties of a soldier; when ridden, it doubles his strength, agility, and mana. It can be used to charge at and run over opponents. This Noble Phantasm can be destroyed by sufficient firepower, rendering it unusable for a few hours, but its endurance is equivalent to Rank A thanks to its thick and heavy armour. As in life, it can feed off mundane grass and hay alone in place of receiving mana from its rider.

When ridden, it will always protect its rider from harm to the best of its ability unless explicitly commanded otherwise, up to and including intercepting attacks with its body. It can also completely nullify a single attack or short series of attacks even if it would normally be impossible for it to do so, such as one from a Conceptual Weapon, at the cost of being permanently put out of action for the remainder of the War.

Name: Ydola Vana Ruunt: Destroy the False and Heathen
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Appearance: Is it a hammer or an axe? Personally leaning towards the former.
Effects: Legend has it that Martin used this to smash pagan statues and temples. He personally doesn’t recall using this particular tool, whatever it may be, but it’s here anyway. When used to strike a magical object, it can render the object’s magical abilities unusable for a period of time depending on the strength of the object’s magic. A low-quality Mystic Code would be destroyed completely, whereas a B-ranked Noble Phantasm would only be disabled for a few seconds at most, and a C-ranked one for no more than a minute. Anything stronger would be completely unaffected, and Noble Phantasms which are not objects (such as abilities and techniques) will also function normally. If the targeted object’s wielder has sufficiently high Luck, this effect may fail.

Also usable as a normal hammer/axe.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Fate/illuminated histoire

All right. I‘m thinking about Martin of Tours as Rider of Black, if that works.