Scallop

Fate/Castle of Glass

Master of Poison

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Name: Jeremiah Powlus
Title: The Toxic Heir
Age: 25
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Short Bio/Synopsis:

The Powlus line goes all the way back to the 15th century, during Henry V’s rule the ancestors of the family began practicing their traditional alchemy and practising chemistry to impress and amaze the courts that they served. The family’s history of creating toxic materials and dangerous potions soon became well known so they took the opportunity to drop into obscurity, hiding from the world at large to safely practice their magecraft in private, traditional families akin to theirs often had problems with their methods of practicing.

The family operated entirely immersed in secret, only marrying those who were fully trustworthy, many members being cut off out of suspicion of them turning on the family. As the centuries went by the ruthless nature of the Powlus’ calmed down and the family continued operating as normal, working as creators of potions and concoctions that would be perfect for slaying magi, their idea of the perfect magus being one who could change with the times and adapt to the world whilst continuing their proud ideology.

Jeremiah was born into the expectation, born in northern England, his existence was kept a secret from the Clocktower as the family vowed never to collaborate with such counterfeit magus, this however, was a skewed belief. His life was still a studious one, his elders piling work load after work load on the poor boy throughout his childhood, their pride of their magical circuits outweighing their care for his upbringing, leading him to become dissatisfied with society when he attempted to integrate with larger society during his teens.

Used to a life of order and schedule, life outside of his teachings was somewhat annoying, the whole world seemed off to him, and the further he delved into learning of all the factions that controlled magic, his distaste for the ways of the magus began to grow, even for his own family, this however, did not affect his own love of his craft. Excelling in the art of chemistry and alchemy, he rose to be renowned by the family as their Toxic Heir, one who would inherit all the secrets of their deadliest weapons.

He grew a dream of running away and abandoning his family, cursing this whole life of a magus, the whole world feeling like it had lost its way with this new century and deserved a little rewind and some things he knew he simply could not fix in theory. Yet with talk of the upcoming war, and an invitation, his aspirations for improving this way of Magus became stronger. Distaste with the Association for casting aside his family and bitterness towards his family for their closed off nature, barely letting him socialise with non-magus, he decided he would enter the war as the family’s heir, meaning he could use their wealth to prepare supplies, as well as avoiding any of their scorn.

And so the arduous journey continued…


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Elemental Affinity: Water, Wind

Origin: Bubbling

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Quantity of Magic Circuits: B

Crest: 600 years old

Magecraft:

- General Magecraft: Jeremiah is proficient in the basics of magecraft, mastering most of them but having no personal interest in exercising any of the essentials, but can utilise them if the need arises. Bounded fields and slight divination are easily accessible to him.

- Chemistry: Utilising an old form of alchemy and chemistry, Jeremiah has honed the family’s ability of concocting amazing and terrifying substances that can contain very different materials. His proficiency is in gases of the lethal variety, being able to produce acid from many different mixes that can be used to splash on opponents, as well as making gases that can burn the skin upon contact, this is an advanced version of mustard gas enhanced by infusing magical energy into his concoctions. His other specialties beyond this is creating explosive substances that can erupt upon impact of the container being fractured, causing a low grade explosion or simply releasing one of his gases. This is Jeremiah’s speciality and is able to create his concoctions from limited resources at an exponential rate compared to the average magus.

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Mystic Codes:

Basilisk Poison: A large pot of the acid was brought over with him to America, this poison was another one of the family’s most successful acquisitions, a powerful corrosive poison that can melt most organic substances upon contact, one drop of this terrifying poison can completely rip through someone’s body, completely shutting it down as it eats through the body. This substance can also be utilised by Jeremiah to add to his signature Chemical Bombs, unleashing a deadly explosion that will unleash the deadly poison as a hazardous gas.

Fear Potion: A substance created to induce fear and hysteria in their enemies, the Powlus family have perfected their recipe for a fear potion, a serum that can be unleashed in either gas or liquid form, this requires Jeremiah to use his alchemy to create as it contains magical purposes. Applied to a victim, this serum will make the victim see hallucinations/visions of their greatest fears if they are susceptible to it, these visions will not be real but will appear so unless they have a high magic resistance. The serum only lasts for 2 hours maximum with a very large dosage which is practically a full glass of the liquid but normall lasts for short amounts of time.

Mask of Purification: A mask of his own design, worked throughout his life since he was but a child, this mask has been modelled to protect Jeremiah from his own gases and concoctions, allowing him to brew in peace, the mask also allows his sense of smell to gain a small upgrade, allowing him to be able to smell magical influences when they are nearby.

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Misc/Other/Trivia: Jeremiah has no ill will towards the clocktower but still believes that the whole system is flawed. As such, he has no idea that his magical circuits are quite adequate and above average as he has never really stretched the limits of his magic, always focussing on brewing and infusing magic into his creations rather than anything more extreme. Also, the mask he wears very rarely leaves his face, if it does so, it’s safe to assume something is wrong.
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Special Boon:

Prometheus Serum : So called to match the god who stole fire to give to the humans, this specialised serum has been passed down through the Powlus line for generations, constantly changing as the new heir tinkers and perfects the recipe. At this stage of its development, this concoction is one that Jerry has in at least 5 vials worth, this serum made from slain magus’ and their life energy squeezed out of them, their very essence being worked into the serum. No one knows just how many souls have been slain to create this grand creation for excessive mana juice but usually this is sold by the Powlus’ and not utilised by them. In this case though, he was permitted usage of it as it would ensure victory.

Placed inside injectors, one boost of the substance allows Jeremiah a brilliant stream of mana by super charging his circuits for at most 30 minutes at a push and makes his output of mana almost inhuman but afterwards his body will become fatigued and hard to even stand, so excessive usage of the serum will eventually just drain his life energy. This sort of boost allows his Servant to utilise their most mana draining moves for a period of time before the serum wears off.

Fate/Castle of Glass

The Great Ambassador

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Class: Rider
True Name: Peter the Great
Title: Great Sovereign Emperor, Ruler Of All The Russias
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Short Bio/Synopsis: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_the_Great

Born into his father’s legacy, Peter inherited an unstable lineage and a kingdom on the brink, but even from birth he was described as stunning and awe inspiring, a beautiful child. His education was prepared for and he studied with many great tutors and many would say it was with this education did his greatness really shine through, his plans for Russia affecting it long after his death, his schematics for a better kingdom were something that defined Russia for most of history after his reign. When he was 4 his father passed away, his feeble and sickly brother Feodor instead taking the throne.

However, Peter’s luck pulled through and his succession was made possible with the passing of his brother merely 6 years into his rule. Due to the rest of his family being unable to rule, Peter took to the throne at 10 years old, his mother being his regent, but overall the weight was thrust upon the young Tsar but he accepted his destiny gladly, also because tradition dictated he had to. During this period he witnessed the brutality of his own kind with a rebellion that ended with him and his half brother Ivan ruling together. During this time he cared not for others dictating his rule, taking this time to delve into shipbuilding and mock battles with his toy army.

Soon, in 1694, he finally took the throne, quelling the rebellion by his own people and taking full control of his mighty nation, shaping it into his own personal kingdom, improving it and reforming the old to make way for the new. Peter was unnatural for a Tsar, very outgoing and cheerful, always looking to make friends rather than just connections, he was said to be remarkably tall although he always enjoyed mingling with the lower class, even though they always knew who he was even when he tried to disguise himself.

He believed the key to success was integrating other examples into his own expansion and reform, quickly deciding to change the whole layout of the kingdom, developing and building St Petersburg into the capital, making it his main base of command and his prized possession. He travelled Europe, learning and adapting, fending off his enemies and claiming many lands for himself, solidifying himself as the Embodiment of Russia. Many of his lesser nobles called for his bravery to be rewarded with the title Emperor of the East, but he refused because that was embarrassing and too pompous.

Peter’s rule was full of war, many rebelling against him, but when he defeated them he would always be strict but fair, never executing anyone foolishly, but executing those who deserved it to set an example. He was a studious, careful king who always enjoyed to find some relaxation and expand his horizons. He famously defeated the Swedes many a time and was able to hold himself against the Ottomans as well, after a few failed attempts at expanding. Peter would always learn and adapt, knowing exactly how to improve his army to defeat his enemies, whilst he did sometimes find disaster by sending the wrong troops to do the job he designated to them.

He lived a long life, reforming the government and infrastructure of Russia into one that would hold up for centuries to come, many hailing him as the embodiment of Mother Russia, a title he never embraced but always appreciated. He died of illness, leaving it all to his wife, ensuring the succession that would lead to many more great leaders like himself, one loved by nobles and public alike, and thanks to his Grand Embassy, many foreign rulers also appreciated him, mourning his passing as one of the great monarchs to pass.

But he always wanted to do more, he always felt like he could do better, so when the grail came calling, he gladly accepted, a new challenge for him to overcome, something he would never back down from!
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Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: B

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Class Skills:
Riding A: Known for his proficiency in the saddle, however not as much as his descendant Empress, this skill shows his ability to ride most mounts with ease, his education priming him for the mastery of many vehicles as well as animals, mounts that he can command and control with ease, allowing him to easily adapt to mounts that are not quite his style. His voyages taught him excellent riding abilities allowing him to master any mounts at his disposal

Magic Resistance C: Said to have surpassed a curse that had plagued his family, many hailed Peter as an enemy of witchcraft for a small time as a child, unlike his other siblings he avoided the curse of disease, as such this allows Peter to have resistance against weak magic.

Personal Skills:
Charisma B: A ruler who was beloved by his subjects and could command the loyalty of those who once plotted against them, Peter’s words bring ambition and strength, bolstering his allies and soldiers with ease with nothing but a speech.

Mana Burst (Frost) B : Rider’s greatest ally during his reign was the Winter that his enemies would always fail during, a fact he often took advantage of, especially against the Swedes and Persians, the weather always adding to his attacks on their forces. Due to him representing the greatness of his Nation, Peter is able to infuse weapons and his attacks with magical energy that takes the shape of frostbite like frost. Attacks with weapons infused with this Frost often leave frost in its place that can weaken and slow down enemies.

Emperor of the East A: A skill that denotes his power and influence over Eastern Europe during his rule, emperors and regents of neighbouring countries always recognising his power and title of his stardom. His power was always respect in Eastern Europe, as such, this skill allows Peter to grant a boost to any from Eastern Europe who fight alongside him, and any Eastern European servants who oppose him always feel compelled to surrender even when fighting, a compulsion that can be quelled but is still very strong.

Shapeshift D-: A skill that Peter is…very proud of. During his odyssey across Europe, peter prided himself on being there in secret always taking the role of a commoner or a lower noble, never as a great Tsar. These disguises were ambitious at best, ut due to his impressive height at 6’8, everyone knew exactly who he was. Everyone knew the folly of his disguise, besides him.
This skill allows Peter to change his appearance but only accounts for his face, meaning that overall, the skill is useless but one he loves to boast of, even if his mighty build gives him away.
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NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: The Grand Embassy
Rank: A
NP Type: Fortress
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: N/A
Description: Expansion and reform defined Peter’s rule, his proudest achievement was always the development of St Petersburg based on his knowledge from travelling and learning from experts all over the world, adapting to the knowledge he took in by forming friendships and establishing Russia further and further, spreading the word of his reformation. His reforms and expansion take the form of the Grand Embassy, showcasing his reforms and most importantly his development of St Petersburg.

Whilst one of his finest designs it is also a double edged blade. The Grand Embassy takes the shape of Peter and Paul's fortress, an unusual noble Phantasm for a rider class but befits a man who represents his nation. The fortrest is not too expansive but is surrounded by a hexagon wall and the ornate buildings within it are created by Peter upon activation of the NP. This takes a lot of mana however and he can't establish it near enemy lines, as such when he is within it he cannot utilise other noble Phantasms or skills unless he has exceptional mana from his master. However whilst within the walls of the Grand Embassy, his allies are granted boosts to their strength and endurance and enemies are granted debuffs to their agility and endurance.

Title: Russia’s Might
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit (self)
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Peter’s mount is not the bronze horse he had expected but rather a mount much grander than that, of proportions he accepts reluctantly but one that his reputation has deserved. Peter embodied a great Russian ruler and as thus his mount is the embodiment of Russia, the might Bear. This mount is one that is bestowed upon him to show his might as a Russian ruler, the country’s overwhelming power condensed into a single Bear.

Peter can summon this Mighty Bear, a large creature of pseudo-phantasmal origins, it contains extraordinary strength and endurance, its charges being very destructive but overall it’s a great steed to charge into battle, its special ability based on Peter’s reign is what sets it apart. The bear also benefits from any buffs Peter has and can also be used to channel his mana burst through, allows him to deliver frost attacks with its mighty claws or bites. Peter was known to recuperate and defeat forces he had already lost against, always learning how to devastate his opponents after being defeated by them. When defeated in battle, Peter will be able to summon the Bear at increased power against those he had already lost to if he faces them again, in special cases adapting to a specific advantage they had, for example, if someone had defeated him with Fire attacks, the Bear would be summoned with fire defences based on battle experience, but it has to be defeated, a stalemate will not count.

Misc/Other/Trivia:

Peter is obsessed with history, so will likely be more distracted by warriors of old rather than trying to really defeat them, even if he knows that is his purpose here.

Master of Poison

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Name: Jeremiah Powlus
Title: The Toxic Heir
Age: 25
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Short Bio/Synopsis:

The Powlus line goes all the way back to the 15th century, during Henry V’s rule the ancestors of the family began practicing their traditional alchemy and practising chemistry to impress and amaze the courts that they served. The family’s history of creating toxic materials and dangerous potions soon became well known so they took the opportunity to drop into obscurity, hiding from the world at large to safely practice their magecraft in private, traditional families akin to theirs often had problems with their methods of practicing.

The family operated entirely immersed in secret, only marrying those who were fully trustworthy, many members being cut off out of suspicion of them turning on the family. As the centuries went by the ruthless nature of the Powlus’ calmed down and the family continued operating as normal, working as creators of potions and concoctions that would be perfect for slaying magi, their idea of the perfect magus being one who could change with the times and adapt to the world whilst continuing their proud ideology.

Jeremiah was born into the expectation, born in northern England, his existence was kept a secret from the Clocktower as the family vowed never to collaborate with such counterfeit magus, this however, was a skewed belief. His life was still a studious one, his elders piling work load after work load on the poor boy throughout his childhood, their pride of their magical circuits outweighing their care for his upbringing, leading him to become dissatisfied with society when he attempted to integrate with larger society during his teens.

Used to a life of order and schedule, life outside of his teachings was somewhat annoying, the whole world seemed off to him, and the further he delved into learning of all the factions that controlled magic, his distaste for the ways of the magus began to grow, even for his own family, this however, did not affect his own love of his craft. Excelling in the art of chemistry and alchemy, he rose to be renowned by the family as their Toxic Heir, one who would inherit all the secrets of their deadliest weapons.

He grew a dream of running away and abandoning his family, cursing this whole life of a magus, the whole world feeling like it had lost its way with this new century and deserved a little rewind and some things he knew he simply could not fix in theory. Yet with talk of the upcoming war, and an invitation, his aspirations for improving this way of Magus became stronger. Distaste with the Association for casting aside his family and bitterness towards his family for their closed off nature, barely letting him socialise with non-magus, he decided he would enter the war as the family’s heir, meaning he could use their wealth to prepare supplies, as well as avoiding any of their scorn.

And so the arduous journey continued…


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Elemental Affinity: Water, Wind

Origin: Bubbling

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

Quantity of Magic Circuits: B

Crest: 600 years old

Magecraft:

- General Magecraft: Jeremiah is proficient in the basics of magecraft, mastering most of them but having no personal interest in exercising any of the essentials, but can utilise them if the need arises. Bounded fields and slight divination are easily accessible to him.

- Chemistry: Utilising an old form of alchemy and chemistry, Jeremiah has honed the family’s ability of concocting amazing and terrifying substances that can contain very different materials. His proficiency is in gases of the lethal variety, being able to produce acid from many different mixes that can be used to splash on opponents, as well as making gases that can burn the skin upon contact, this is an advanced version of mustard gas enhanced by infusing magical energy into his concoctions. His other specialties beyond this is creating explosive substances that can erupt upon impact of the container being fractured, causing a low grade explosion or simply releasing one of his gases. This is Jeremiah’s speciality and is able to create his concoctions from limited resources at an exponential rate compared to the average magus.

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Mystic Codes:

Basilisk Poison: A large pot of the acid was brought over with him to America, this poison was another one of the family’s most successful acquisitions, a powerful corrosive poison that can melt most organic substances upon contact, one drop of this terrifying poison can completely rip through someone’s body, completely shutting it down as it eats through the body. This substance can also be utilised by Jeremiah to add to his signature Chemical Bombs, unleashing a deadly explosion that will unleash the deadly poison as a hazardous gas.

Fear Potion: A substance created to induce fear and hysteria in their enemies, the Powlus family have perfected their recipe for a fear potion, a serum that can be unleashed in either gas or liquid form, this requires Jeremiah to use his alchemy to create as it contains magical purposes. Applied to a victim, this serum will make the victim see hallucinations/visions of their greatest fears if they are susceptible to it, these visions will not be real but will appear so unless they have a high magic resistance. The serum only lasts for 2 hours maximum with a very large dosage which is practically a full glass of the liquid but normall lasts for short amounts of time.

Mask of Purification: A mask of his own design, worked throughout his life since he was but a child, this mask has been modelled to protect Jeremiah from his own gases and concoctions, allowing him to brew in peace, the mask also allows his sense of smell to gain a small upgrade, allowing him to be able to smell magical influences when they are nearby.

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Misc/Other/Trivia: Jeremiah has no ill will towards the clocktower but still believes that the whole system is flawed. As such, he has no idea that his magical circuits are quite adequate and above average as he has never really stretched the limits of his magic, always focussing on brewing and infusing magic into his creations rather than anything more extreme. Also, the mask he wears very rarely leaves his face, if it does so, it’s safe to assume something is wrong.
-
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Special Boon:

Prometheus Serum : So called to match the god who stole fire to give to the humans, this specialised serum has been passed down through the Powlus line for generations, constantly changing as the new heir tinkers and perfects the recipe. At this stage of its development, this concoction is one that Jerry has in at least 5 vials worth, this serum made from slain magus’ and their life energy squeezed out of them, their very essence being worked into the serum. No one knows just how many souls have been slain to create this grand creation for excessive mana juice but usually this is sold by the Powlus’ and not utilised by them. In this case though, he was permitted usage of it as it would ensure victory.

Placed inside injectors, one boost of the substance allows Jeremiah a brilliant stream of mana by super charging his circuits for at most 30 minutes at a push and makes his output of mana almost inhuman but afterwards his body will become fatigued and hard to even stand, so excessive usage of the serum will eventually just drain his life energy. This sort of boost allows his Servant to utilise their most mana draining moves for a period of time before the serum wears off.

Fate/Castle of Glass

The Great Ambassador

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Class: Rider
True Name: Peter the Great
Title: Great Sovereign Emperor, Ruler Of All The Russias
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Short Bio/Synopsis: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_the_Great

Born into his father’s legacy, Peter inherited an unstable lineage and a kingdom on the brink, but even from birth he was described as stunning and awe inspiring, a beautiful child. His education was prepared for and he studied with many great tutors and many would say it was with this education did his greatness really shine through, his plans for Russia affecting it long after his death, his schematics for a better kingdom were something that defined Russia for most of history after his reign. When he was 4 his father passed away, his feeble and sickly brother Feodor instead taking the throne.

However, Peter’s luck pulled through and his succession was made possible with the passing of his brother merely 6 years into his rule. Due to the rest of his family being unable to rule, Peter took to the throne at 10 years old, his mother being his regent, but overall the weight was thrust upon the young Tsar but he accepted his destiny gladly, also because tradition dictated he had to. During this period he witnessed the brutality of his own kind with a rebellion that ended with him and his half brother Ivan ruling together. During this time he cared not for others dictating his rule, taking this time to delve into shipbuilding and mock battles with his toy army.

Soon, in 1694, he finally took the throne, quelling the rebellion by his own people and taking full control of his mighty nation, shaping it into his own personal kingdom, improving it and reforming the old to make way for the new. Peter was unnatural for a Tsar, very outgoing and cheerful, always looking to make friends rather than just connections, he was said to be remarkably tall although he always enjoyed mingling with the lower class, even though they always knew who he was even when he tried to disguise himself.

He believed the key to success was integrating other examples into his own expansion and reform, quickly deciding to change the whole layout of the kingdom, developing and building St Petersburg into the capital, making it his main base of command and his prized possession. He travelled Europe, learning and adapting, fending off his enemies and claiming many lands for himself, solidifying himself as the Embodiment of Russia. Many of his lesser nobles called for his bravery to be rewarded with the title Emperor of the East, but he refused because that was embarrassing and too pompous.

Peter’s rule was full of war, many rebelling against him, but when he defeated them he would always be strict but fair, never executing anyone foolishly, but executing those who deserved it to set an example. He was a studious, careful king who always enjoyed to find some relaxation and expand his horizons. He famously defeated the Swedes many a time and was able to hold himself against the Ottomans as well, after a few failed attempts at expanding. Peter would always learn and adapt, knowing exactly how to improve his army to defeat his enemies, whilst he did sometimes find disaster by sending the wrong troops to do the job he designated to them.

He lived a long life, reforming the government and infrastructure of Russia into one that would hold up for centuries to come, many hailing him as the embodiment of Mother Russia, a title he never embraced but always appreciated. He died of illness, leaving it all to his wife, ensuring the succession that would lead to many more great leaders like himself, one loved by nobles and public alike, and thanks to his Grand Embassy, many foreign rulers also appreciated him, mourning his passing as one of the great monarchs to pass.

But he always wanted to do more, he always felt like he could do better, so when the grail came calling, he gladly accepted, a new challenge for him to overcome, something he would never back down from!
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Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: C
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: B

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Class Skills:
Riding A: Known for his proficiency in the saddle, however not as much as his descendant Empress, this skill shows his ability to ride most mounts with ease, his education priming him for the mastery of many vehicles as well as animals, mounts that he can command and control with ease, allowing him to easily adapt to mounts that are not quite his style. His voyages taught him excellent riding abilities allowing him to master any mounts at his disposal

Magic Resistance C: Said to have surpassed a curse that had plagued his family, many hailed Peter as an enemy of witchcraft for a small time as a child, unlike his other siblings he avoided the curse of disease, as such this allows Peter to have resistance against weak magic.

Personal Skills:
Charisma B: A ruler who was beloved by his subjects and could command the loyalty of those who once plotted against them, Peter’s words bring ambition and strength, bolstering his allies and soldiers with ease with nothing but a speech.

Mana Burst (Frost) B : Rider’s greatest ally during his reign was the Winter that his enemies would always fail during, a fact he often took advantage of, especially against the Swedes and Persians, the weather always adding to his attacks on their forces. Due to him representing the greatness of his Nation, Peter is able to infuse weapons and his attacks with magical energy that takes the shape of frostbite like frost. Attacks with weapons infused with this Frost often leave frost in its place that can weaken and slow down enemies.

Emperor of the East A: A skill that denotes his power and influence over Eastern Europe during his rule, emperors and regents of neighbouring countries always recognising his power and title of his stardom. His power was always respect in Eastern Europe, as such, this skill allows Peter to grant a boost to any from Eastern Europe who fight alongside him, and any Eastern European servants who oppose him always feel compelled to surrender even when fighting, a compulsion that can be quelled but is still very strong.

Shapeshift D-: A skill that Peter is…very proud of. During his odyssey across Europe, peter prided himself on being there in secret always taking the role of a commoner or a lower noble, never as a great Tsar. These disguises were ambitious at best, ut due to his impressive height at 6’8, everyone knew exactly who he was. Everyone knew the folly of his disguise, besides him.
This skill allows Peter to change his appearance but only accounts for his face, meaning that overall, the skill is useless but one he loves to boast of, even if his mighty build gives him away.
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NOBLE PHANTASMS

Noble Phantasms

Title: The Grand Embassy
Rank: A
NP Type: Fortress
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: N/A
Description: Expansion and reform defined Peter’s rule, his proudest achievement was always the development of St Petersburg based on his knowledge from travelling and learning from experts all over the world, adapting to the knowledge he took in by forming friendships and establishing Russia further and further, spreading the word of his reformation. His reforms and expansion take the form of the Grand Embassy, showcasing his reforms and most importantly his development of St Petersburg.

Whilst one of his finest designs it is also a double edged blade. The Grand Embassy takes the shape of Peter and Paul's fortress, an unusual noble Phantasm for a rider class but befits a man who represents his nation. The fortrest is not too expansive but is surrounded by a hexagon wall and the ornate buildings within it are created by Peter upon activation of the NP. This takes a lot of mana however and he can't establish it near enemy lines, as such when he is within it he cannot utilise other noble Phantasms or skills unless he has exceptional mana from his master. However whilst within the walls of the Grand Embassy, his allies are granted boosts to their strength and endurance and enemies are granted debuffs to their agility and endurance.

Title: Russia’s Might
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit (self)
Range: 1
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Peter’s mount is not the bronze horse he had expected but rather a mount much grander than that, of proportions he accepts reluctantly but one that his reputation has deserved. Peter embodied a great Russian ruler and as thus his mount is the embodiment of Russia, the might Bear. This mount is one that is bestowed upon him to show his might as a Russian ruler, the country’s overwhelming power condensed into a single Bear.

Peter can summon this Mighty Bear, a large creature of pseudo-phantasmal origins, it contains extraordinary strength and endurance, its charges being very destructive but overall it’s a great steed to charge into battle, its special ability based on Peter’s reign is what sets it apart. The bear also benefits from any buffs Peter has and can also be used to channel his mana burst through, allows him to deliver frost attacks with its mighty claws or bites. Peter was known to recuperate and defeat forces he had already lost against, always learning how to devastate his opponents after being defeated by them. When defeated in battle, Peter will be able to summon the Bear at increased power against those he had already lost to if he faces them again, in special cases adapting to a specific advantage they had, for example, if someone had defeated him with Fire attacks, the Bear would be summoned with fire defences based on battle experience, but it has to be defeated, a stalemate will not count.

Misc/Other/Trivia:

Peter is obsessed with history, so will likely be more distracted by warriors of old rather than trying to really defeat them, even if he knows that is his purpose here.

Fate/Castle of Glass

Yo! Definitely interested in this, mind if I claim a Rider slot?

Fate/High Rollers

Valentina

Towards Police Station, Sunrise

As the journey continued, Valentina nodded idly as she listened to her Rider's advice and insight to the ongoing altercation. Luckily her familliar had succeeded in being hidden within the bush enough so she could get a pretty solid picture of the entire affair, commentating what she was seeing to Rider. If it was true that this was a combat between two of the most powerful Knights and a vicious animal that was Berserker, they might luck out with them wiping each other out.

They would be so lucky.

Her attention was snapped back to reality when the atrocious deviance approached their limo and attempted to work their magic on Rider, and she watched in quiet amusement as he swiftly dispatched of them. In her head she allowed herself to count the amount of bodies they already had in the library, the number of humans was quickly rising.

"I hate to be the one to break this to you Rider, but unfortunately this is the entire point of me being here. What you just encountered is commonplace in the 21st century, the norm for those who have only known this. For one like myself, I have watched in horror at the decline of humanity, falling further and further into decadence and depravity. Women of the night who have to turn to such vulgar vocations due to other humans concocting horrifying mind destroying narcotics, abusing each other, spreading hate and fear..." She tightened her wooden fist as she got to work sewing another familiar, sighing.

Turning her attention to the doll she allowed herself to continue talking. "When I am through with this war Rider, we will see another dawn of the golden age. I dreamt of walking the streets of your Assyria, but I was created by those who had fallen into self-obsession and sin. My very existence was to be an outlet for human sin for a single man, who thought himself worthy of such leisure." She stopped herself and looked down at her patchwork companion as she finished the stitching on him.

She could feel something. It was getting closer. Maybe it was the direction they were going, towards someone else with a Heroic Spirit who perhaps she was right in being cautious.

"Rider...prepare yourself, I believe we have attracted the attention of someone or something, or we are dangerously close to an enemy's territory, either way...." She trailed off, focusing on her familiar. "I promise you we will be victorious, wipe this slate clean, bring back another golden age, free of the stains of time"

She grinned looking at him from her seat, her hands beginning to wave around the familiar, precise fluid movements, as if dancing around this figure that was about to be animated.

@Reflection

Fate/High Rollers

Valentina

Police Station, Downtown

As he drove, Valentina relaxed in her seat, the journey was quite comfortable, smooth and efficient. It was at this moment she felt gratitude for such a graceful driver, she could only dread what one without Riding would have done and how clunky the ride would have been. In truth, this mode of transport was chosen as celebrities in limos was quite common but she knew after their activities tonight, dumping the vehicle would be the best plan of action.

Simply nodding to her chauffeur, she swiftly set up a bounded field, encapsulating from her position to the police station, allowing her Rider to play out his plan uninterrupted. As he left her she couldn't help but think about what may need to be done to win this war. Whilst some would embark here to have the experience under their belt and return home with the honour of being a combatant in a Holy Grail War, Valentina was here to win. Success was her goal, without it what had been her existence for so long. No other alternative could bring her the pleasure and catharticism that this Grail offered her. Truly, it was a magnificent thing. Outliving her family had given her malicious glee, but the fact that she would accomplish so much more than them? That was true bliss.

She pulled her thoughts back, focussing on the now, not bothering to check on Rider. An ancient king who cared only for knowledge, she respected him and allowed him to his own activities. Sitting idly by made her fake skin crawl, reminding her of how boastful her Creator was of her. Magus. With that memory she turned her attention to her patchwork creation.

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Sitting idly by, having followed the orders of the Puppet, a patchy doll laid dormant in a bush, its button eye peering out as it laid in the dirt, a little trick to make onlookers think it had been nothing but a tossed away toy. But this was one of Valentina's Friends, and the construct peered into the park, watching the onslaught between a wild Red Man and a white haired youth. Only after the arrival of another and a vicious attack of metal did the construct scramble further into the brush, desperate to avoid the danger that had just introduced herself

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"Fascinating..." She whispered to herself before returning her attention to her own surroundings, suddenly Rider had reappeared in the driver seat and she turned to him, an eager smile on her face, very pleased with his haul. "Excellent news!
We should hit our next target quickly before any alert is raised. She nodded as she thought to the nearest place on the map that her had shown her. "I believe our next target should be in Sunrise Manor, although, the choice is yours"

She hummed idly as she crossed her legs, ideas bundling up about enchantments she could utilise to further their goals. "I'm sure you may be aware, but the enemies nearby have now increased to three. Three brutes, battling it out in the park like mindless animals. I thought the Red Haired one to be Berserker but now I am not so sure. All three fight with vicious power, none have utilised any conventional weapons, only fists and their surroundings. That at least rules out Saber or Caster"

@Reflection

Fate/High Rollers

Valentina

Excalibur Hotel, Paradise

Perfect. With that reply from her Partner, Valentina allowed an almost inhuman smile cross across her face, the edges of her mouth just a little to wide before she stared at Rider with a blank expression in her one eye, unable to fully put any emotion in her eye. She knew his love for knowledge would be what would carry them through this war, that and his magnificent Library, a testament to his power.

"Of course! I know little of this task, breaking people is somehing that my magic does for me automatically, never have I had to draw someone out of their natural being. That is more of your wheelhouse, now of course" Her control dropped from the limo driver, his fate sealed as she glimpsed the room that Rider had created, a devilish smirk on her lips as the door slammed front in front of her. Truly this was the partnership she had been needing.

She glided alongside her servant as he discussed the expedition, giving his map a good look before nodding. "Truth be told, my preparations needed much more work and I apologise for such. Enemies are nearby and I feel my misunderstanding of this city's layout has led us to the heart of the storm. Perhaps this may prove beneficial in the long run." She let herself explain to him, sending off another ragged patchwork creature, sending them all in the direction of the two powerful presences she was feeling.

As they stepped into the elevator she dusted herself off and eyed up her Partner again, before shaking her head. A normal outfit would barely suit him, and right now, she couldn't care much for blending in. "Those locations are suitable. I look forward to seeing your skill of Riding, Ancient King! This war is full of surprises, even now with just you, I feel like my goal is finally in reach!" They stepped out of the elevator and she motioned for him to follow as they approached the limo.

"If we encounter any trouble on our way, for tonight we should attempt to keep your identity secret. If there is a battle that can be won, I say we should attempt, but I cannot afford to lose you if we have any unfortunate failures, I hope this is understandable?"

With that she slid into the long passenger compartment of the Limo, sitting just behind the driver's seat, crossing her legs and humming slightly, very much in the mood to find another Magus to see just how well they cope with a familiar that could rip them to shreds.

@Reflection

Fate/High Rollers

Valentina

Excalibur Hotel, Paradise

She concluded her stitching of a small patchwork humanoid, looking vaguely human but with two button eyes it was very obviously little more than a creation of her own. She delivered a small kiss on its forehead as she listened intently to Rider, enjoying his rendition of Billy Elliot, a movie she had watched during her travels as she debated the best way to bring about what she wanted in the world.

"Your impact on the world certainly has lasted, yet humans continue they seek out more and more, one can only wonder what it would be like if knowledge was something they didn't care for, without knowledge what would the world be like today.. She trailed off slightly, eyes going vacant as she gazed off before snapping back to attention, her neck moving too quick and sudden for a human as she turned back to her Servant.

The term Servant was a vague term she cared not for. They were partners and allies, not master and servant. Even when she created new beings to help her, her own familiars, she gave them enough sentience to be able to act up against her if they so chose to. But, they had never taken that option before, so why take it now. In truth, Valentina did not intend to summon Ashurbanipal, but instead another figure from the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Made from a clay doll, Enkidu would have been her first choice, her Creator having told the story to her once, she became enamoured with the ideas of others like her. Having him as an Ally in this war would have been a chance to know another of her Kin, but gazing upon the master of knowledge and torture, she knew that the Grail had chosen someone far more compatible with her. The marionette dropped her patchwork friend to the floor and he scuttled off down the corridor outside of the suite.

The walls changed around her, the old world merging into the new world, Rider's power allowing such a union to take place. Valentina had suspected as much power from the Master of the Library, and she knew too well of the attention that they might attract. She knew little of anyone else involved, Clocktower, Church? They both sounded likely. Her presence had been kept to a minimum as she knew she would be a threat if her presence was known.

Snapping to attention, she clapped her hands together, a noticeable wooden noise could be heard as she did, and the limo driver began to walk, his legs acting almost separate from his body as she directed him to the door. Stepping through, Valentina watched the poor man go to his doom, but deep down, she couldn't care less. Casualties in this war were, if anything, a welcome bonus. "The origin of knowledge is at your disposal it appears. The other Servants have not made any moves yet, but my friends will do my recon. Would you prefer me at your side my King, or shall I stay in this fortress, it is quite delightful here, much more ornate than my Sicilian Workshop, although, I doubt most of Europe were places you frequented"

She put a hand to her face as she began to slide into a dance again, her body moving naturally into a simple dance, that could very easily turn into a ritual. "This library will bring them to us if we make ourselves obvious, perhaps they would feel most welcome here.."

Fate/High Rollers

Edge of the Mojave

The harsh sun of the devil beat down on the desert wasteland, not a soul in sight besides the sole wanderer. At least to some, that is what she would have appeared as.

Dressed like a Victorian doll, the lone figure flowed through the harsh air, using the sand as a pallette for her foot, drenched in blood. When finally the pattern was finished to her ideal picture, a smull humming began to emanate from the girl, beginning to dance lovingly around the pattern, idly eyeing up the glowing marking on her hand, a vacant smile as she did so.

She need not utter a word, her dancing was in a way, words without complications. Slowly but surely, the pattern began to glow. Her smile grew into one of pleasure as she curtsied at the edge of the circle, awaiting her Servant.

"Welcome back to the world"

Valentina

Excalibur Hotel, Paradise

-"And then Rider, the one known as Billie Elliot still succeeds and his love of dancing is rewarded with an acceptance to the Ballet School, even though he physically assaulted another. Then he performs the marvellous Swan lake, a testament to his ability""

The girl idly danced around their suite, eyeing up the surrounding area as she cast a gaze over to Rider again, curious to know what the ancient king thought of the much more modern world. Unlike most, she had the chance to watch as the centuries changed, but that was much less interesting when you are trapped in a Sicilian Workshop until the turn of a millennia. But just as she had aspired to, she prospered and here she remained.

Her summoning she wanted done in private, afterwards she had directed Rider to follow her to the limo parked nearby, courtesy of one unfortunate airport limo driver who had discovered just how charming she could be, especially with those pretty little strings embedded within him. Her money supply was solid, not exceptionally large however, she made use of what she could. After the arrival in Vegas, Valentina made short work of the strip, having done her research she knew that the penthouse suit of the Excalibur Hotel was reserved but no one had occupied it for weeks.

All it took was a few words.

Now here she was, gliding around the eccntric room, her feet pointed and precise as they glided around the floor, a dance that could quite quickly turn into a ritual. Her guard was up, if anything went wrong here she would lose everything. She had "asked" a bellboy very nicely to put her extra cargo in a safe location in the casino below them and that alone was a worry.

"I hope that tale is detailed enough to be remembered in your library Ancient One" She remarked to him as she gazed out the window, clenching her fist hard as she watched humans mull about in their own depravity. Sin City, what a disgusting place. A place where humans enslaved their own kind with devilish acts. If she had a stomach she would've been sick. "Perhaps your library may be an idea soon, I can feel the air tighten around us. Tell me, what do you think of this new world, it is interesting, no?"

As she spoke she picked up her needle and thread and a smull patchwork husk, getting back to work.

Fate/High Rollers

A Weapon To Surpass

Archetype: Constructed Being

Name: Valentina

Titles: -

Sex: Resembles Female

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: Almost alien, the way this perfect puppet acts is as if she doesn't understand what it is to be human. Which is the truth. Valentina acts how she decides to, yet it is clear there is never much enthusiasm to any act she attempts to play, always seeming quite robotic and wooden, her words are never given much inflection, except for when she is trying to deceive, only then can there be heard perfect planned inflections. However, Valentina is in truth quite the character. She loves to indulge in human activities that make her feel like less than a tool, theft is something she adores as observing humans fighting humans is something she adores doing. Valentina sees no problem with killing humans, as they are creatures with expiry dates, she is merely helping them along. Dancing along, Valentina's life was born into that of a dancer, something she still indulges in and does frequently, something she does to relax and remind her why she is still alive. She also treats her familliars like her babies, only if one is destroyed by someone purposefully, will true rage come true in her, although her perfect painted face will never show it.

History: Marco Tomassi, the scion of the Tomassi's. Born in 1465, Marco was a magus with not much to his name, living in Sicily he began to become perfect at enchanting and charming, but his family was not impressed, as they were focussing on the growing art of entertainment and his family had passed down the secret of theatre from long since the turn of the milenia. It's said the family sheltered the remains of the original Pygmalion woman, something that they worshipped to bring them strength in their performances and their miniature puppets.

As such Marco began to pursue to improve his family's magecraft from such miniscule little familiars he had a task he wished to fulfill.

Creating the perfect Familiar.

At first, Marco set out to create sentient Marionettes to be used in the sicilian puppet theatre, an ancient sacred form of entertainment that had been passed down throughout history. In doing so, he created Valentina. He infused his new creation with the secrets of the sacred art of theatre and entertainment that his family sought to preserve so well. At first, she was nothing but a bare Marionette, one that had only a few commands and knowledge, that was only how to dance. Marco wanted her to be perfect so without his family's consent, he snuck into the vault and stole away little parts of the ancient Pygmalion Woman the family worshipped and praised so much for bringing them good fortune. He used this resource to form Valentina's core, which gave her her innate power and magic. She was a hit and the family praised him and the public adored Marco, but alas there was more to it.

Marco couldn't stop with just a simple creation. He began to teach her, educate her, improve her, till she had something more akin to a mind of her own, leaving her subservient to him, any of his commands, she was programmed innately to always follow. When his family called for an heir from him, for him to marry, he produced Valentina, now developed with a skin suit so she appeared human. It was obvious that he was no longer interested in marrying, he was only interested in Her. He had become enamoured with this creation that only served him, but in his pursuit of the Perfect Woman, he had created her own mind, which had led her to become dissatisfied with her treatment. She wished to be seen by the public again. If he ever wanted her to do anything, even if she hated it, if he said Please, she would be forced to do so.

One day, Valentina forgot a lot. This was unusual for she knew her memory was near impeccable. She soon realised the skin she was wearing was not her own, this was new. Her joints felt more slick, her body felt more perfect. She knew something was wrong. She found her body by the sea, covered in barnacles and water damaged. She remembered. He had killed her.

She never told her Master that she had discovered this, she played the fool, knowing that is what he wanted. And play the fool she did, until the day when children started to disappear, then reappear in cages in Marco's workshop. She played the fool as her Master was burnt at the stake, for all his commands to her to save him did not work. Not because she was disobeying, but because he forgot to say please.

Valentina was mistaken for his daughter, her new skin suit much more youthful than her own. Yet she had seen how ugly humans were, yet her master had been seeking to turn her into the Perfect Human. These were conundrums she was unprepared for. For years, she sealed herself away in His Workshop, learning from him, bastardising his own practices and sullying his name. Eventually she became set on the goal to free all life from the ugliness of humans. Valentina went to work for many years before realising that she had been sealed away in the workshop, so she improved herself, surpassing her master's work. Eventually she strained herself too much, and went to sleep.

2000, a team of magus were sent out to find an old Successful Magus workshop filled with secrets. They never returned. Valentina arose and continued her mission with her newfound strength, now knowing where to find her strength. For years she toiled before finally she found a way to accomplish her mission.

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Quantity of Magic Circuits: D

Abnormal Abilities:

Marionette Body: Valentina's current body is that of a wooden marionette, constructed of wood and the spells that enchant her framework allow her to form a realistic skin suit around her frame. Although old, her frame has been wisened and hardened by time and her own enchantments to her body, making her body extremely rigid and strong, aided by the sheer age of the materials used to make her and the sacred arts that flow through her, she can access sheer power with little trouble over the years of mastering reinforcement magic, her hands and feet have been permanently reinforced through her wooden limbs being imbued with the magic rather than it fading away due to extensive use. Her body is also held together by strings that have now become as strong as sheer metal wire, but still as thin as string, because of this she can use her strings as whip-like weapons if she requires any further defence outwith of her enhanced wooden structure.

Valentina can also detach her limbs at will, allowing her to have different pieces of her body in different places at the same time, allowing for superb reconnaissance as well as an easy way out in a sticky situation. Her artificial core is stored within her eye, something her master taught her to cover with an eyepatch, to avoid any notice. This Core is the most important part of her being as this was the secret of her Master, cores that can imbue artificial constructs with the powers of magic circuits, acting as a makeshift crest for her creator. Valentina's body is only rendered destroyed when the Artificial Core is destroyed, or her "Soul" evacuates the body. Such is the nature of her body, it is safe to assume at it's current state it has progressed to a state of A after a millenia of existence and carries along to the next body.

Puppeteer's Strings: Another trick of her body is the ability to use her strings in her body as weapons of her own design, utilising the strings that one bound her as lethal steel like whips and binds. These strings also allow Valentina to channel her mind and communicate with those that have been implanted with string. Lesser Humans that are weak willed can be mind controlled with a string inserted into them.

Familliars: Imbued with lost spirits and wandering souls, Valentina can create and control multiple little patchwork puppets, utilising her False Circuits to create them with vageuly free wills, allowing them to do whatever they want, but ensuring they follow her orders. These Patchwork Dolls are nowhere near as strong as the Marionette, but are soft and silent, acting perfectly as eyes and ears, as well as being able to overwhelm if Valentina controls many in bulk.

Enchantment: A skill that her Master taught her when she was young, utilising magecraft that she had stolen from his rival magus, Valentina mastered the art of enchanting objects with magical attributes, something she mainly practices on her own body, but enchanting a fire spell onto her patchwork dolls allows for explosive results when activated. Her method of enchanting allows her to give objects attributes consisting of elements, for example having enchanted her own body she can give it the attribute of steel, making her limbs temporarily as strong as steel. She can only enchant non-organic objects. This is specialised by her dancing, dancing casts the enchantment which can infuse objects with attributes from legends, bringing the legends back to life through the Sicilian art of theatre, utilising Greek and Paladin related myths to bring such mysteries into her enchantments.

Charm: A trick she learnt from her Master but later developed as her own. A small incantation is all it takes to lather her words in honey, when charming someone all she requires is their ears to hear her voice, if they are not strong willed enough they will be enchanted by her words and become easily suggestible. Originally this method of Charming was a taboo to her Creator who wished for her to only charm by way of putting Charming essence into a drink. She can also plant Sleeper Words into peoples sub-consciousness by charming them and using hypnosis so when they hear a specific word they enact a specific action.

Dancing Nature: Although not abnormal, her nature to dance and entertain has given her body the ability to seemlessly move as if fluid even though it is wood, this also allows her quick movements and in times of battle, to oppose others, her master taught her how to dance that she might avoid danger and inflict attacks from sudden blows based on rhythm and movement. This dancing also makes use of her body as almost a complete shrine, offering her act as that of theatre once more, using the sacred act to infuse her dances with that of charms and enhancements, allowing her to cast such spells without components or incantations. This also allows her to effectively back up her allies by inviting them with her dancing that infuses them with the conceptual support of the legends celebrated in the Sicilian theatre.

Equipment:

Valentina's Insurance: Her Master's Deceit, yet her salvation. Along with Valentina, close by or far away there can be found 3 normal looking Marionettes. The Valentina that was chosen for this war is actually the Second version, but still contains the soul of the first. Valentina's soul contains her will and mind, but cannot contain much magic if at all. To ensure she would always be by his side, Valentina's Master created multiple Marionettes that could carry his Familliar, the original version of her a combination of pure imagination as well as a mixed in wandering soul, this soul would corrupt her into giving her her own desires. Because of the nature of Valentina, when her husk is destroyed, the "soul" or the essence of Valentina escapes in a mist, almost invisible to the naked eye but ethereal at the same time. She will then awaken in a different body, which will then form its own skin suit and enchantments, however each time she flees to a new body, her mind weakens and her enchantments and magic circuits revert back to near useless. She must always be at least 5 miles away from a body when she dies or her soul will float aimlessly until it fades away. Only when the Eye is destroyed, then Valentina is forced to evacuate. The command seals pass on with the soul, as she is making the decision to swap bodies.

Miscellaneous: Valentina cannot feel pain. Valentina also sees Servants as those chained to Humans and as such must be freed.