Seirei No Hai

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos (Interest Check)

Do I have the time for this?

Probably, school festival's next week but I could be playing Persona.

Regardless I can probably make time for this.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Consider the Black Berserker slot free as well. There are some changes into my college schedule and I don't think I have time for another RP.

Sorry :3

Fate/bizarro alternative

So if it's okay, here is a WIP of the Servant I'm working on, just because I like showing what I'm working on as well as maybe getting feedback.

Assassin of Black

Servants:Name: Morgiana
Class: Assassin
Appearance:


Personality:
If one word were to be used to describe Morgiana, that word would be devotion. To her, her masters happiness is the most important thing in the world, and she considers it her purpose in life to serve and take care of someone dear to her. Indeed, once summoned Morgiana will quickly develop a strong bond with her master, an one that will quickly grow romantic whether the other party reciprocates or not. Caring for them and ensuring their happiness, her masters wish becomes her own and she will do anything she can to make their wish come true. She's very much a gentle an mild mannered soul, who will spend hours cleaning an cooking an feel content.

However, just because she is loyal to her master does not mean she has no free will of her own. In fact, Morgiana will create an image in her own mind of what is best for her master. Even if they disagree she will simply smile an nod, while internally nothing will change. She will carry out what she sees best without her masters orders, knowing in her heart of hearts that no matter their reaction they will be happier in the long run. despite her tender nature, Morgiana is a master deceiver and clever beyond imagination, able to disguise her true motives and act as an entirely different person altogether. On top of this, when it comes to the safety of her master, she has a very casual and off-putting attitude towards violence. For her, threatening or even carrying out brutal acts of violence or murder is second nature and doesn't phase her in the slightest. Her love for her master is substantial, and the Assassin will happily lay down her own life if it means making them even the smallest bit happy.

Stats:
Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Mana: D
Luck: C

Noble Phantasm:

Class Skills:
Presence Concealment (C)

Personal Skills:
Independent Action (B):
Espionage (A+):
An Eye for Tricks (A)
Noble Phantasm(s):
Name:
Rank: (Any Noble Phantasm with a rank higher than A will be highly scrutinized)
Type: (Anti-Unit, Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress)
Appearance:
Effects:
Alignment:
Changes: (This section is purely for things such as genderbending. If you make a male historical or mythological figure female, I want an explanation for it)
Faction:

@Cojemo

Assassin of Black is taken I believe?

EDIT: Nevermind, forgot someone backed out.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Well, I need a faction so I can add that to the sheet, then.

@PKMNB0Y

I'm taking the Black Faction

Fate/bizarro alternative

Is there still a slot for Berserker?

>13 users

damn >.>

Fate/bizarro alternative interest check

hello o7

I have a Berserker in mind.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

DDD "Hotsprings" Location, Foreigners' Pit

Wind? No... it isn't windy today...

Of course not. It was something else, his hand was on the doorknob and in less than ten seconds, the snapping, breaking and slightly audible bending of metal could be heard as well as the after-groans of his suits' screams. He quickly pulled out the third pistol from somewhere, the dud, a piece of intimidation should this meeting go wrong.

He looked around, every single gun broken in half just by the sheer strength of a...

...monkey in a pompadour?

Standing there in disbelief, Enzo was denying the fact that Gin- no... I don't think that name is appropriate- FUJIMURA was able to move as fast as a Servant and break hard-cased iron/steel material with nothing but his hands. Although nothing about him looks like a Servant, he doubts that Servants even wear those kinds of clothes or have that kind of hairstyle...

...then again he's seen the other Servants through Piper's eyes...

Enzo studied him, top to bottom and could only attempt to stare through those shades of his. With a disappointed shake of the head and the "tch" that followed, he lowered the dud and holstered back into his waistbelt. "No. I don't plan on raiding the springs, I was, however, planning on defending myself if the meeting is in chaos but... it seems you broke my men's only weapon of self-defense. His glare intensified, he didn't know what this freak of nature is but he wasn't going to let some monkey take out a rather expensive investment back home. His father would be furious. "I really do hope you find a way to pay all of those revolvers, unless you don't mind to have lead inside every crevice of your body. Whatever-you-are."

Well there goes the name, talk about a waste.

As he left, giving him a pat on the back he made sure to send a mental note to Piper just to keep an eye on him. He gestured his men to huddle up and gave one of the only pistols over to the nearest man as they awaited entry.

A high-pitched voice came from below them and he noticed the penguin. Odd. Why would a penguin be all the way out here? Then it talked.

A familiar. Weird choice.

Now that he looked at it closer it seemed to be nervous. Was "it" intimidated by them? Hardly... must be that Gin fellow...

"Are you here to greet us on our way in? No need to worry, one of your guests took out most of our weapons meant for self-defense."

@Sageage @Breo @ManyThings @Reflection @Phonic

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Cassandra Geneva

Levito Crime Family Lieutenant

Native District, Source of the Riots

Cassandra just recently forced a family back inside their house right after shooting a father in the shoulder. Filled with fear, they locked the door in front of them, a loud slam following it. "There we go. Alright, everyone let's quell the other side and-" The lieutenant was interrupted by a limping man filled with bruises, bruises that aren't anywhere near an average man's hardest punch. It's as if a building toppled down on him and he somehow survived or maybe a speeding car rammed him over twice.

"MADAM GENEVA! WE HAVE PROBLEMS!" Screaming both in fear and in pain with his rifle cracked and pistol bent beyond repair, Geneva ordered whatever group she was with to help him up for a little bit. "What happened?"

"I-It's the Yakuza! I don't know what kind of drugs they were on but they hit like a truck! And they have these weird paper-things! They hit hard like someone's throwing a boulder at you! It ripped my fucking gun in half and-" Held in a sleeper hold by Geneva he calmed down, eyelids slowly closing up as he was hushed by the angel of gunsmoke. She gestured whatever men near her to take him back to the safehouse.

"Alright boys. Remember when Enzo's friend gave us a power-up as well? I think it's time we put that to good use, we're fighting fire with fire."

Of course, she had to change. This dress isn't battle-ready.

@floodtalon @Cu Chulainn

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Acute Vennschneizen

Porta Portesse, Roma RM

The light fades and what was formerly an empty summoning circle was a large men. No, he does not even come close to such a simpleton term. A gargantaun hero.

What in the hell did this child summon?

The beefed up hero had begun praising himself before the 'child'. Boasting in his own body and strength and yet for some odd reason she can't seem to dismiss anything he had just mentioned. It was as if all of this is more or less true.

"You have brought forth the greatest Divine Spirit! A god among men! With these very hands, I have molded what is now the very world that you live in, today! With these very eyes, I have seen a glorious future for you, and for I! My bountiful body spreads wide, and yet, my legacy spreads even wider! Who stands before you is none other than I...

It called itself a Divine Spirit, a god... perhaps a Divine Spirit with the strength of one?

The child-sized homunculus studied every road, every pathway, every landmark written in his self-proclaimed landmass of a body. A country. This could only mean a few things which narrow it down...

...she might have summoned an Emperor of Rome. Or perhaps, a deity of the Roman pantheon? Either way, this is looking great for her. With a full-on expression of awe she could feel her dream reaching within her grasp. Surely there's nothing that can wrong with a Divine Spirit like him! Yes. Nothing.

But... what is he?

Saber?

Archer?

Lancer?

Rider?

Berserker?

It has to be one of those classes- she thought

...Heroic Spirit 'Caster.'"

Whatever enthusiasm she had early on just went up in flames. What exactly did he mean: "A Caster". From the whole upper body, lower body and height schematic this was anything FAR from the Caster's maximum requirement ratio. That's probably just her though as she believed that the Casters and Assassins are the weakest class in terms of physical attrition. While she thought on this with a now blank, dull face. Caster was helping himself to the catalyst she left behind. Being someone of an artificial origin, she did not seem fazed at the thought of a large man just eating a minute-old body of a man she just murdered.

She only hopes he does not eat the other bodies during this war.

Caster turns, walking to Acute and marking her forehead with the blood of said 'catalyst'. Both eyes closed as she felt the ever-chilling fluid now imprint itself on her doll-like forehead.

"Relish in this moment, my child, for you, too, are a god, now..."

A god... huh?

"I only have one question for you, my Lord." The young child needed to get this godly, empire-sized man the respect that he probably deserves. Knowing most Romans, they do not have a very good temper. At least from the history books she's read. Clearing her throat, she asked him with a stoic expression. "I mean no disrespect... but are you really a Caster? You..."

She peeked over his body once more before taking it all in as some sort of acceptance. "...don't look like one..." Now she could only hope he doesn't decide to crush her head and still somehow keep her alive.

@Black Keys

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Acute Vennschneizen

Porta Portesse, Roma RM

Tick tock...

Tick tock...

The sound of a German wall-clock resonated around a particular room of a big house just atop a hill overlooking the city below. At the very heart of Rome itself or perhaps a little ways near it. A little girl. A knife out. Signs of a current struggle. She moved her finger to her lips and silenced the tied-up prisoner-

-An Italian local, begging to be freed. The fear in his eyes and he wasn't the sort of poor commoner you'd see in the streets no... this was a rich person, perhaps that old geezer she had met earlier that tried to grope her on the way home. Well. Now he'd see the error of his mistakes...

...and he wouldn't live the next day to reflect on it.

The edge of the knife had placed itself on the man's neck, ever so slowly the doll-like child sang to herself, no emotion to express how she felt when she slit his throat wide open. The blood marking the circle she had drawn up for this particular ritual. Yes, she is a Master in this War. Yes, she is to summon a Servant to win this War.

With her hand held out, the Command Seal in full view on the back of her hand, she chants. Using the local as a catalyst- no... the richer local as a catalyst. A pure Roman, she had hoped to summon a hero from Rome or perhaps the heroes who destroyed it. Either way, the blood is to judge which Servant is fit for this ritual, which Servant is fit for the now-used catalyst. So long as she had the advantage, she can win.

She has to.

After all her preparations, she held a hand out. Fully focused on the summoning ritual.

She inhales...

...exhales...

...eyes open.

Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

The circle glows, a blood red color not unlike the blood spilled not too long ago.

I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail

If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

Her Command Spell begins to brighten as well, a light pulsating from the very hand she raised forward.


An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

Mana surrounds the room, swirling around Acute, the circle, and the body on the ground.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance!

The entire room flashes, a bright light enveloping the interior space she was just in.

@Black Keys

Pokemon: Life [Always Open]

Celestia could only find such wholesome things as boring. Seriously, this gym leader owned the ex-Team Rocket gym AND turned it into a community centre for the less fortunate folks.

With a huff, she sighed. A hand on her cheek with a crestfallen look. "Really? A community centre? I thought you would at least try and make it more fun like giving it a practical battle arena or your personal Pokemon Centre and stuff like that." This woman seemed to be on the necessity type of things in the world.

As for why she would ask the battle arena first, maybe she's looking to pick a fight with some kids and crush their dreams? After all, she's giving off that kind of vibe to anyone near her. Even her Delphox was snickering.

@Regitnui