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Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

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Master is up! @Enkryption

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

@Rezod92@Enkryption

Should be done this weekend. just adding her backstory.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

@Enkryption

I appreciate the constructive feedback, The changes and terms you put out seems doable on my part. ^^

I understand that the Subversive Activities or Sabotage functionality is a coin toss, but it should work most of the time and has a higher probability chance against an unprepared opponent or someone who is unlucky or in E rank luck. He displayed this feat in Fate Last Encore when he goes up against an unprepared roman emperor herself: Nero, able to cripple them with poison before they can advance. It just take a lot of prep time and understanding of his surroundings. Robin is a hunter afterall.

As for the Golden rule, its just a saying on how wealthy the servant is or how much resources they have, Robin has rank E so basically He's just frugal with his resources and is able to financial recover if he ever needs some currency if goes broke how? by stealing of course!. Where as some lets say gilgamesh or dantes who has rank A has some buttload of disposable wealth and has rare items in their treasury.

lastly the May King NP, I have to admit, its description that i blantantly copy paste is a bit grandiose, its just the invisibility cloak from harry potter. but hey, its still lethal when the shot is unseen. youtube.com/watch?v=-Ge4rCsfKeY&ab_ch…

but yes i don't see Robin one shotting any servant any time soon, unless ofcourse if they have a stack of various poison then Robin's Yew Bow go brrrrr.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

The Druid Thief of Sherwood Forest

Robin Hood

"Gambling eh? come now, you're better than that master.. But if you insist on pursuing this slippery slope, may i suggest an alternative source rather than to cripple our own pockets.. like stealing from the rich perhaps?"

History

You know the same old telling of the legend of Robin hood and his merry men. The chivalrous thief who opposes the tyrannical sheriff of Nottingham. A faceless hero of the masses who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. The version that you knew growing up.

This robin hood is one of the many who wears the mantle. The one who has a wandering druid priest for a father and who grew up within the depths of Sherwood forest, living like a hermit without his merry bandits. He got betrayed after he saved the townspeople from their oppressors. He was depicted as a hero, a criminal, and a guardian of the woods.

Basics

Class: Archer
True Name:Robin Hood
Master:
Sex: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Attribute: Man

Parameters

Strength C
Agility B
Endurance C
Mana B
Luck B

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: D
Invalidates single action magic use. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that wards off magical energy.

Independent Action: A
The ability to act independently for a period even if magic energy supply from the Master is severed.
At A rank, even if he loses his Master he can stay materialized for a period of 1 week.

Personal Skills

Subversive Activities: A

The ability to reduce enemy's war potential in the preliminary stage before going to battle. An expert of traps. With this skill at A rank, it is possible to disable close to 60 percent of the enemy forces before they advance.

Golden Rule: E
Indicating the fate of how much wealth follows him around in life. He himself was constantly poor, but he seemed to never really have it bad financially. Maybe it was due to him being thorough in self restraint, or maybe he was simply good at managing his expenses. Or maybe because he was receiving tributes from a girl in town…. The truth is laid within the deep forest.

Noble Phantasm

Yew Bow , Bow of Prayer
"Tree of burial, hone your fangs."

Rank: D
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Range: 4~10
Maximum target: 1 individual

A bow created from the yew tree located in the forest where he had based himself during his live.
A yew tree is considered by the Celts and Norsemen as a type of holy tree. The act of making a bow out of a yew tree has the significance of the ritual on “becoming one with the forest”. To add, yew tree is also considered to be the tree that leads to the underworld.
It holds the ability to instantaneously amplify and discharge the impurities (poison and disease) within the target’s inside; should the target carries poison with him/her, it would result in the poison exploding like gunpowder.
Invoking it in the case of the opponent already afflicted with a poisoned status would result in the poison being strengthened (damage increase plus and turn extension).
Other than its effect as a normal weapon, by piercing the ground as an origin point with an arrow it is also possible to turn the surroundings into a poisoned space dyed with yew poison.

No Face May King: Faceless King

Rank: B+
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Range: 1
Maximum target: 1 individual

This is Green Archer’s hidden Noble Phantasm. Robin Hood was established as an incarnation of nature, and treated as such and celebrated in the May Day festival which succeeded the traditional Celt Beltane Festival (a spring festival).

In the center of the village there are pillars erected called May Poles, and the villagers gather around them and dance the night away. In the May Day festival girls and boys who will soon be of adult age dress up as “May Queens” and “May Kings.”

“May King” especially is a metaphor for Robin Hood. In this festival the standard costume for May Kings is tight fitting green clothing with brown accents. It goes without saying that this is the green of leaves and brown of tree trunks, so even the costume is designed to emphasize that Robin Hood is an incarnation of nature.

A May King’s attire is said to hide their presence, and allow him to melt away into nature. So Robin Hood essentially has the same ability as the fairy Puck.

This Noble Phantasm is Green Archer’s trump card, and is said to be even more powerful than his Yew Bow Noble Phantasm. It’s a cheat-tier item that makes it impossible to read Green Archers moves, so he completely one-sidedly defeats his enemy. Robin uses this cloak to hide among the trees, and snipes his enemy from afar like an Assassin.

Spartan Descent

"Heh, I'm just built different"

Basics

Name: Casandra Takanashi
Sex: F
Alignment: Chaotic Good

History

Casandra Takanashi. An orphan; born in Greece and was adopted by two magus of a minor family and soonly makes her way to the clocktower as a decorated student. Unfortunately, Cassandra didn't finish her time in this prestigious academy due to financial problems, and instead devoted her time to the military, serving her country.

She is recommended by the magus association to join the Chaldea program, due to her affinity to rayshift and not to mention impressive feats of strength and physique.

She is a straight "A" magus whose physical strength and physique outmatch even the great Luvia herself. She also carries the bloodline of the warrior king, Leonidas.

This is one scary and unpredictable woman, I don't know if I should be pleased or frightened by the fact she is my master - Robin Hood

Magecraft

Magic Circuits Quality: B+
Magic Circuits Quantity: C+
Magical Affinity: Earth, Fire
Attribute: Fortify

Minor Magecraft

Basic stuff they teach at the clock tower.

Reinforcement magic: Mainly a fighter than a mage, Cassandra is able to fortify her limbs and arms using magecraft, making her an effective combatant.

Major Magecraft

Blood of the Warrior King - A blessing from the spartan king himself that runs in the veins of Cassandra. Allows its user to lessen the effects and duration of negative curses and hexes inflicted upon them.

5/singularity

Never tell me the odds - This is considered as Anti-Fate magecraft. An active blessing or a curse that defies one's destiny and luck. Based on the mathematical manipulation of probability, Cassandra can turn the tides in her favor whenever she is up against an overwhelming and disadvantageous situation. Her chances of winning are slim but never zero.

5/singularity

Phalanx Barrier - The spartans held their shield up high and stood against a volley of arrows that would eclipse the sun. Cassandra can replicate this event by negating a minor projectile attack from one source.

10/singularity.

Primary Mystic Code

A fragment of Leonidas's spearhead that she kept in her locket and wears as a necklace.

”Mystic Code”

Standard Chaldea Plugsuit - A suit designed by the Chaldeans.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items

An adept brawler - Cassandra rigorously trains her body and fighting techniques as much as she practices magecraft due to her military training.

Impeccable Stamina - Cassandra does her cardio day in and day out making her more durable than your average magus.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

Hi, I would like to be a part of this group of avid gamblers that is tasked to prevent the incineration of humanity. is the archer slot still up?

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

My apologize for being radio silence for almost a month, been busy with RL stuff. Anyways, I did a catch up post for Klarion, hope it will suffice :>

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Klarion the witch boy

Issue #1.3: Taming the chaos

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When we last saw Klarion, He was held at a gunpoint by an agent of W.A.N.D who introduce herself as Pandora Peters. An organization designed to eliminate supernatural threats.

With her straightforward and no-nonsense attitude, Pandora didn't hesitate to pull the trigger and let this moment slip away.

The witch boy is a threat to this world and must be dealt with.

BLAM!!!

The thunderous sound of a single gunshot shakes the very trees within the area, throwing the witch boy off his feet without having a chance to respond. His lifeless body hits face-first into the ground.

The black tattooed woman stands tall with a stoned face expression, unfazed by her actions; looking down on the fallen body of her victim.

It appears the rider's shotgun did the trick. DING DING the witch is dead.

"Sir, the target has been neutralized..." Pandora said in the comms.

"Partially yes, Excellent work, agent pandora. His soul has been delivered to the underworld as we speak." A British voice replied through the radio. The one who orchestrated it all.

"Proceed to phase two of the contingency plan, He is much of a loose canon, perhaps this is the only way to 'tame' his unpredictable actions." He added.

"Keep the cat alive while I go fetch the witch boy, We don't want him to lose his anchor to this world."

"Understood, Mr. Blood" Pandora briefly answered, looking down at the witch boy's pet.

*meow* The orange cat tilt his head.

Distraught and concerned, Teekl continuously phases around his fallen master, poking him with his snout, trying to wake up Klarion but to no avail.

The witch boy no longer walks the mortal realm.

---

Hell

Aggh, Karp.. My head hurts, What was in that gun? Did she just straight out blast me without any second thought? what a bitch..

Ugghh, where am i? why am I tied up? Oh right, this is the last place I want to be..

Hell.

The witch boy finds himself in the plane of the damned and is being auctioned into the high roller of the underworld.

This version of hell stems from the Judeo-christian archetype; Where its landscape is filled with fire and brimstone, a lake of boiling lava flowing from every corner, and all that jazz the biblical scriptures describing it.

A place where demons and fallen angels of all shapes and sizes reside and have built a civilization mirroring the human world. Where souls are its premium currency: sold, traded, and keeping the economy progressing. The rarer the individual is, the more precious its soul's value is. This part of hell is more civilized and tame than the others.

"Now demongents and demoness, Up next is something special to sink your fangs into, A wicked Wiccan soul who practices the dark arts, a brat who sins aplenty, and a decedent from a race of primordial witch people. The whole package i would say! Surely this being of chaos would be quite the catch to your collection.. May I present to you, Klarion the witch boy!" A devil dress in a plaid auctioneer suit exclaimed, presenting Klarion to the court as the spotlight shifted to the stage and into the bounded Witch boy.

"Lemme go, you ugly horned brutes, demons are supposed to serve witches and warlocks, not the other way around!" defiant till the end, Klarion continues to squirm in his shackles as he is being presented to the crowd.

Even with his hands tied, Klarion realizes that his magic has not been thwarted and saw this opportunity to escape. He gathered all of his energy to blast the demons around him with his magic in an attempt to flee.

"Ha! Know your place hellspawn, I'm leaving this dump.. See you, losers! Klarion maniacally laughs and freed himself from his shackles and began to levitate above them.

Before Klarion makes his untimely escape through the sky, He was intercepted by several flying imps rushing in from all sides, weighing him down, overpowering him by their numbers, and pinning him to the ground.

"Psst, Not cool kid, serve your eternal damnation and work with me here.. ye? you don't want to get the big boss get all riled up and have a leash over your rotten soul now wouldya?" The auctioneer whispered to the fallen witch boy.

"Dang It!" reluctantly admitting defeat, Klarion frowned and kept his piece, subdued by the enforcers of hell.

The demonic audience mumbled and chattered about what just happened. They were stunned and at the same time enticed by the unruly witch's capabilities to do magic that defies the laws of their realm. Truly a soul worthy of their collection.

"Sorry about that little show folks, Quite the fiesty little runt isn't he? surely a price like this would even match Lord Lucifer's caliber of monstrous pets.. Let's start the auction, bidding starts at fifty souls.. do i hear sixty?" The auctioneer said, official starting the bidding.

"sixty. do i hear seventy.."

"one hundred, a hundred offer for the fine gentlemen with the single horn"

"two hundred.. do i hear two fifty?"

"three hundred"

The denizens of hell competes for the possession of Klarion. Each offer gets higher than the other which puts a grin on the auctioneer's face. They must really want this teenage witch.

"five hundred.. do i hear 550.. 550?"

"One old god soul" A resounding offer breaks through the noise and caught everyone's attention.

"One soul for the witch boy's head, in exchange for one Old God dead," The demon prince said rhyming, raising his number high in a dignified manner.

All were dead silent as they cannot match the aristocrat's offer of a divine soul. It is clear that this auction has declare a definitive winner.

"A celestial soul you say? my, how generous of you to make this offer.. Going once, Going twice, Sold to the yellow-skinned demon prince.. Lord Etrigan!" The demon auctioneer yelled out and bangs his gavel repeatedly signaling the auction is now officially close.

The rhyming demon has legally won and has gained ownership of Klarion's soul.

Klarion's face grew pale by the second, still in disbelief.. trying to process what the hell just happened.

Did i just got sold like a piece of meat and is now in eternal servitude to my own worst enemy?

"Ughh.. this is so degrading.."

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Klarion the witch boy

_{Location: Salem.}

Interaction: none

_{Issue #1.1: The happiest place on earth - the fairy king descends}

Cast: Control Freak, Oberoth'm'gozz, W.A.N.D.

---

Two weeks later.

A secret gathering of the cultist leaders has been called upon to address the new threat in their community.

This underground society works in the shadows. Their faces and names are unknown to the world, pulling the strings in Salem and everything the light touches. They have different agendas, different points of view, different magic systems they impose upon their followers, and different foreign gods they worship, and now share one common enemy as of late: The witch boy.

"We should be hunting witches not the other way around!"

"This is sacrilege! He's a menace! This offspring of an imp must be dealt with!"

"The book of the beast must be protected at all cost!"

"Patience brothers, and sisters.. We mustn't be too hasty about this. We haven't known the identity of this miscreant just yet but we have hired someone with a solution to neutralize this situation, restoring the good name of our organization." One leader settled the dispute and proposed an answer.

"That's right, I'm here to solve all of your problems..Not gonna lie, after seeing the video, your men took a huge L on this one....." A fat untidy manchild steps forward the light.

"Can you do it? can you put this rogue occultist into one of your pocket dimensions?" Ignoring the zoomer lingo, A mysterious voice sternly asked the obese tech-wiz kid.

"Can you do it? tch.. Hell yeah, I can do it! I'm your guy.. err.. You know my rates right? gotta pay me in half.. the new Kingdom Hearts is dropping real soon and I'm gonna need that dough.." He smiled with confidence, addressing the men inside these huge monitors in front of him.

Enter Control Freak -- A freelance, overweight, nuisance of a "supervillain" that can alter reality with a flick of his remote on a smaller scale.

He was tasked by the cult of Salem to contain the "Bloody Oak" massacre, Cleaning up the mess Klarion has made, containing the situation, and buying them time to recuperate their numbers in Massachusetts.

Klarion did a massive blow in their operation in this city. The little imp's shenanigan sends a huge ripple to their community and exposes what they truly are. This holier than thou religious group's name was tainted. The faith of their countless followers was wavered and stirred.

It's time to fix this with a little dose of a happy pill.

The cultist agrees to this unorthodox scheme, which in the end, will benefit them for the greater good.

A new reality breaks and tears asunder towards the unsuspecting town.
Imprisoning them in this temporal bubble with one lesser Eldritch horror thrown into the mix for good measure.

This old fashioned town will know the true meaning of "Joy"

---

The climate drastically changes overnight. A bizarre yet ancient thaumaturgy is at work reshaping the town.

it's 5:00 am.

The witch boy yawns and lazily gets off his bed. It's another school day and another daily routine getting there. This is his life now. A mischievous powerful being of sorcery now reduced to nothing more than a normal high-schooler to hide his true identity from the world.

A misfit on the run; both wanted in the human world and the realm of the supernatural. How humiliating to go through this act...

Everything was going mundane except that didn't last long.

Klarion felt a chill in his body, the feeling of discomfort, the sense of dread like he was being cursed or something.

"Do you feel it too, Teekl?" He asks his feline companion.

*meow* The cat simply purred, climbing on Klarion's shoulder and agreeing with his master.

Still half asleep, He looks in front of the mirror and rubs his eyes, only to find a mysterious magical dirt right beneath them. It's coarse, rough, and rich with potent magic from a faraway land.

"Pixie dust?" He asked himself. "I thought these were extinct when those buggers got wiped off the face of the earth during the Arthurian period."

Unaffected by its charm, The witch boy shrugs. He didn't ponder on it too much on how and why it got there. Klarion steps outside his house and looks around to see if everything is normal.

The sun is shining bright and everyone has this creepy smile on their faces everywhere he turns, all dress up in their sunday suits like it was the 70's.

It was peaceful.

It was unsettling.

"Hiya neighbor, What a b-Ae-u-tiful morning" Ned greeted with a giddy manner. His grin bares all teeth and was strangely unnerving like it was plastered to his face. His eyes were squinted, stretch hard from side to side, almost like a slit in comparison. He was extremely elated.

"Uhh, are you having a stroke? what happen to your face?" Klarion retorted bluntly. His neighbor's greeting was returned with an insult.

"Silly friend, this is always been my face.. now, why don't you turn that frown upside down? ya?" Ned eerily said while watering the plants, without losing that creepy smile and maintaining his eye contact lock with Klarion.

Teekl pops out of Klarion's backpack and hisses at Ned on his way out. Even the cat knows something is strange with Klarion's neighbor.

Upon walking to school, He meets people on the way there, eerily smiling like a mindless zombie and saying phrases like: "Be happy.." "Remember to smile.." Which is more ominous than it sounds rather than a simple greeting.

*Meow*

"I know Teekl, something is up. Humans aren't this festive going to work early in the morning. Especially on mondays."

Klarion and Teekl's minds link and share a vision to see the unseen.
Upon their clairvoyance to see the unknown, They discover the whole town of Salem is infested by true fairies, feeding off happiness to the unsuspecting civilians of this town.

These fairies look like miniature eldritch horrors' heads attached to a fly's body and are unseen to the normal human eye. and there's a swarm of them, latching to each person.

"Karp, forget school, I need to get out of here!"

---

_{Location: Devil's oak
Time: 10:00 am}

Klarion figures that in order to call upon the old gods, sacrifice(s) must be made to please them.

The witch boy went to the Devil's oak to see if he can find some clues, the same place he massacre those cultists last week. Ah brings back fond memories.

To his surprise, The cult's rotting bodies were still there, infested with maggots and rearrange into a circle. It appears this like some sort of a summoning ritual. Someone has been busy. His hunch was correct. This place was the gateway for those winged horrors.

"Ha!I knew it, move over Batman.. there's a new detective in town" Klarion bragged with a smirk on his face while petting Teekl in his arm.

"How cliche, returning to the scene of the crime.." from out of nowhere, A click of a shotgun's hammer was heard right behind the Witch boy's back.

"Freeze, witch boy.. you're under arrest!"

"Oh?" Klarion said coyly.

"I'm Pandora Peters of the Wizard Alchemy Necromancy Department or W.A.N.D.. we're here to neutralize supernatural threats such as yourself!"

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

I see DD getting real intimate with his clients.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

posted for Klarion with an ample amount of E D G E