Silverstein

Of Steel and Hope: An Academy-life

I'm down to throw hands with these alien invaders with cool giant robots. I'm interested.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Interaction: @AzureKnight

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Leon's whetstone grazes his dagger for the last time as soon as the giant skeletal bird made from pure energy picks up Scarlett from the sky like a piece of lost baggage, and drops off from where she started on the ground. It was an impressive sight, so much so that it made Leon's sluggish eyes widen for a moment.

The esteemed representatives of the reavers made their entrance. Two of them were present. One seems like a witch named Roze. A mature woman clad in a black dress almost made for a funeral setting, the one who summons the monstrous green bird. And the other, a Stern handsome young man with snake scales for skin.

Upon his inspection of the two veterans, Leon's head suddenly started to split. like a migraine out of nowhere, His Mind's eye began acting up. A sensory alarm that triggers the Fae rogue whenever he's in danger, no matter how small or big the circumstances of the peril are. Whether warning him about eating a slice of spoiled meat or a life-threatening event is near him. It will inform him moments before.

A deafening pulse drummed in his skull. The sight of danger is staring right at him. It was the combat trainor: Ruecian Valeniquen.

I dunno why my danger senses registered him as a threat, but it's best not to disregard it; Even if it's a false positive. I bet he's the type of instructor that won't take subpar results, the kind when he asks you to jump; you only answer 'how high?' Hmm, The thought of it alone makes me exhausted already.

'Is it too late to go back to being an independent contractor?'

Leon deeply sighed, keeping his thought to himself, and pushes through to becoming more than just a mercenary.

Just as instructed, He followed the group inside the tower.

~

The Eon Tower was huge from the inside! It's like a museum filled with relics and the latest magitech all around. The designs were overwhelming and one might be entranced by its structure alone. Better not get lost in this wonderland!

The interiors inside the building are great.. the first person they met inside.. not so much.

The group encountered an aggrieved ponytail-haired reaver heading their way, who vocally belittle their appearance the moment he looks at them.

Like, what's his deal? Was it his disappointment in their fashion sense or was it the quality of the group? Either way, it doesn't make any difference, The rogue fae responded with a shrug and the same apathetic face he always has, indifference to the people around him.

Ignoring the rude remark of the disgruntled side character, Leon tailed the group and makes his way toward Lord Irvin's fancy headquarters. The head honcho of this whole gathering. They were assembled; briefly discussing the issue of why they are summoned and the functionality of the Eon tower.

'He seems pleasant enough, kinda chill yet deliberate in handling his biz, I've never met the man at the top before.. until now. Normally, I would work with the reavers but as a third-party contractor. More on the human side of the law.. hunting notable criminals in the city. The reavers get the credit, I get the gold.. no attachment whatsoever. As for handling monsters well, that's a different story..'

Leon lets his thoughts drift by as he remained mute, listening to the others talk to the Sage of Eon. Some of them are acquainted with him, like the Belua warrior woman named Shavis. Who had no shame in expressing herself. God, I wish to have that kind of confidence in socializing.

"Call me when the job is ready," Leon spoke, almost in a whisper to anyone, dismissing himself from the meeting. Without waiting for a reply, He scooted out of the room quietly as a mouse. He wasn't being rude or disrespectful, He just didn't have the energy to deal with a crowded crew.

If anyone needs the rogue fae (which i highly doubt) He's in the library, doing some last minute research on the variety of monsters found inside these books, taking a quick power nap, or both! If I'm being honest.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

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A glimpse.

A glimpse of a tragedy befalls the land.

It was vague, It was dark. It was unclear. And yet it feels like i'm standing in someone's presence; being choked and held captive as its audience.

A monstrous shadow towers over me, and yet i can't move an inch no matter how i tried.

I was a reluctant observer at a horror show.

I can hear its purr, and feel its gaze. It's murderous intent. It's like an artist sculpting their artwork of carnage, splattering its victims' blood everywhere on the canvas of the battlefield.Commanding the shadow made from its enemy's corpses.

The last thing I heard was its bloodcurdling roar, a warcry for destruction...

Leon abruptly wakes up and bolted off his bed. The fae was soaked in his sweat, realizing it was all a bad dream.

I can't remember the last time i have a dream like that. Was that a premonition? or just a nightmare. I hope it's the latter.

It seems this city truly is the hometown of the magus(s), the leylines here are more potent of magecraft and mostly equivalent to the ones back at Ithaca.

"Gods, why did i ever take this job." Leon mutter, briefly caressing the broken part of his pointy ears.

Leon gets off his bed, grabs his invitation, and heads toward the Eon tower.

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Present time, Eon tower.

Unknown to anyone that notices his presence. Leon was already at the tower when the other reavers arrived. The hooded fae was sharpening his knives while quietly eavesdropping on the other's exchange of introductions nearby.

He was like this wallflower archetype at a party, that silent kid that watches from a distance that never interacts unless spoken to. Playing off the mysterious and silent trope which is kinda borderline creepy if you really think about it.

From the two greenhorn witches that flew over, the shehulk with the feral familiar, the peculiar riffraff human, the two fae lovers, and the caped alchemist that appeared out of a fancy carriage. He was there. Listening, gathering little information he can get, remembering their names and briefly taking a glance at them with his deadpan eyes.

Being a student of espermancy and a master of espionage, deciphering people based on his observation is like second nature to the rogue fae.

Everything was up to par with these colorful people. Some are more eccentric than others. Some are more dignified. which is tolerable..

Well except for his fellow fae kind that was oogling and stealing glances over the opposite sex in front of him the moment he got here. Leon was right on the money every time his eyes wanders off. As if he was peeping along with him! I can almost hear his impure thoughts the longer I observe him. And I don't even have telepathy!


What a terrible day of having the gift of predicting one's movements. The psionic fae's face darken and regretted ever examining Lanus's perving out.

The hooded fae remained silent and continue to sharpen his tools like nothing happened.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

The psionic rogue

Name: Leon Hyksos

Race: Fae

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Theme: some desperado guitar vibes

Hider

Magic Divination: Espermancy

Ability:

Mind's Eye - Leon's level of clairvoyance is what you call below average than your typical Esper. He compensates for his lack of foresight through his superb hearing and hyper-awareness in his years of experience in combating street thugs. As a result, he can perceive the future for a brief second and triggers whenever his life is in danger beforehand.

Psionic Blades - Leon can manifest daggers in the physical plain with the use of his psychic energy. A dagger designed to attack the victim's psyche. Its sharpness is based on how Leon envisions his target(s) to 'be stabbed' in his mind. How many times it will hit, the level of pain it can inflict, and what part of the body the knife will cut. Its damage ranges from a normal stab wound up to putting his victim into a fatal catatonic state, depending on the target's resistance against psychic attacks.

Spider's Web(Tether) - A niche espionage technique used by Leon, establishing a link between him and his target, putting himself into perspective in one's mind by the use of a special psychic thread, usually combined with his psionic blades to establish contact. Once this tread is latch to his victim, Leon can see from the target's point of view, analyze their current status and surveil their location from a far distance.

Marionette control - This technique is an extension of Leon's Spider web. With enough strings to subdue his victim, Leon can hijack and sabotage one's control of their body. Making them dance like puppets to his liking or binding them into one place.

Natural Acrobat - Fae(s) are not weighted by gravity. They are weightless, lightfooted, and nimble. This goes the same for Leon.

Marksmanship(dagger) - Leon is a master in the art of throwing daggers.

Equipment:

Multiple daggers he carries around; concealed and sheathed in his pockets and sleeves.
A simple mask that hides Leon's face when going through his alter ego vigilante gig.

Brief Background (Why you decided to become a Reaver): Born from a line of infamous fae family that uses Mind magic and soothsayers, Leon was the last sane survivor of the Hyksos lineage. His family descended into madness due to the mysterious miasma effect that consumed most of his clan.

With no place to go at a young age and branded as a cursed child by the Fae community, Leon decided to hit the road and started to join a ragtag group of traveling Gypsies made of different races. He chips his pointy ears, change his identity and started blending in with the Humans in hopes to start a new life as a street performer.

Alas, Even with his newfound profession and friends, This lonely fae was unable to escape the effects of his tragic past resulting in Leon to became somewhat of an overthinker and mildly paranoid.

As a coping mechanism to ease his survivor's guilt, he develops this alter ego of becoming a hero of justice. A silent street-level guardian that watches over whatever city their circus is performing. This rogue fae acts as a knife juggler by day and a wannabe hero at night.

It was that one fateful night that he stumbled upon a group of magus that was chasing the same criminal that was the real deal in Morgenröte.

"Huh, what the Queen fae's name is a reaver?"

Anything else we should know about you:

Leon came from a family of prestige soothsayers and even consulted by the Queen fae herself from time to time. His clairvoyance never comes to fruition ever since his family demise.

Due to his unregistered vigilante act of punishing petty street criminals in the city at night, Leon became sleepless and adopted this lethargic, unenthusiastic manner of being half awake most of the time.

His most distinctive features are his dead fish eyes and deep lines under them.

Despite being sleep-deprived and having sluggish behavior that often depicts the sleepy fae 'Lazy', Leon is highly competent in doing what needs to be done.

Leon can juggle up to 15 knives without the use of his Espermancy.

Leon's first impression towards his fellow reavers

Lapis - "She often recalls her brother now and then ever since she arrived here. She must be proud of his accomplishment or utterly fear his authority to develop such a brother complex."

Evelyn - "The silver-haired beauty that stands before you is known as Evelyn Grace, who’s star magic will soon be known and admired throughout the world!” A pretty bold statement. I'm mostly certain this young lady likes to be praised. ALOT.

Shavis Namista- "Pretty intimidating. I bet she got more muscles in her little finger than my whole body put together!"

Aldrin Rei - "I can sense the reluctance in his face alone and didn't have the shame to hide it! Humans are such intricate creatures."

Renee Terfiel - "A nice and courteous girl. Tho, I feel like there's a hidden keg fuse underneath this kindness.. A closet pervert."

Lanus Retily - "After teaming up with him, I would say he's 50% suave, 50% pervert when it comes to the ladies. a coinflip really"

Taltrus Olstelas- "Based on his unkempt appearance alone, I'd say he's one of the overworked alchemists in this region. Overburdened individuals are always the ones who chase off something unattainable. I should know."

Einer Devaron- "A kid? He seems like a runaway. Nothin' much I can tell except for his lyre, that thing must have somesort off a sentimental value to him.."

Scarlett Ishaval- "I'm sure there's a perfectly 'sane' reason why she scales the Eon tower on our first day. Or maybe I'm just reading into her too much?"

Asterope - "Yeah, i've heard the local's description of a human mage that has lightning coursing through her eyes.. Thunder witch was it? err, right.. she detests that name, best not to call her that.."

Hector Wyland - "For someone who claims to have the magic system of the church, I sense he's more inclined to inflict pain than to perform miracles. also, this human nobleman reeks of Fae voodoo."

Tilnak- "Did he just perceive my gaze with his antenna? Out of all the reavers here, this Belua seems to have his sense of caution intact."

Lupina and Baast- "Both of them are very feral, Lupina might not agree what i'm about to say. but she and Scarlett seem to share the same braincell. "

Damian Florestas- "Bookworm guy. Talks to animals. Freelancer. Seems to living up to his passion."

Haaselle- "Enigmatic, cheerful and has squishy tentacles. What? you want more deets, i could but no thanks, i rather not dive deep into the maws of madness itself"

Uskeche- "A lost man. Dread and the stench of death lingers around him. Not the life of the party I'll tell you that."

NPC

Arteus Navarre Irvin - "So this is the man that seats at the top of the Eon tower... I've only heard stories about him from the word of mouth, an urban legend of mages."

Ruecian Valeniquen - "How can he contain so much mana in such a small frame?"

Rozemyne Levina - "I hate to be in her job, she's like the designated babysitter to the new recruits."

Donovan Krausser - "A generous contractor. better meet his expectations if i want to keep my job as a reaver"

Giselle Kostovii -"Elegant, Honor bound and Deadly. Hopefully she doesn't condemn me for leaving the fae kingdom.."

Bellum Hawke - "Nice lady. Excellent chef. Her homemade cooking is second to none.. wait what? what in the queen's name did you put in my soup!?"

Brunhyldia Amelia Selini - "A mixture of a saint and a sinner, using void to vanquish the void. I could respect that."

Xashan Vhastia - "Max stats on strength, physique, charisma and ego by sacrificing a copious amount of his intelligence. Simple minded beast. makes me wonder that maybe brute force solves everything"

Kiff Luther - "A hustler. The most shady resident of the tower i know. Knows how to play the game. If you would trust this guy, expect to pay the cost; like extracting a tooth from a beast's mouth expecting not to rip your arms clean off your shoulders"

Elaine Gardner -Ah, that adamant yet caring resident nurse. The best way to describe her is that: 'She'll treat until you get better by any means necessary' Kinda scary not gonna lie.

Grimiore-infused powers

Telepathy - a powerful tool used to read minds and emotions. Can be used to communicate with others by establishing a link.

Past/Future Sight - Leon can see visions of a past/future event for a brief moment that can even rival with the holy seer's premonition.

Absolute outcome -
"Your future is forfeited." - Leon Hyksos

Using his clairvoyance to guide him to the optimal path of victory. Leon can achieve this outcome of a near future event if he executes it with the utmost precision.

Unlocking tommorrow: Time-alter (fast-forward) -

You have cheated.
The gods of time are displeased by your mockery over their authority.
The shackles of time do not hold you back.
The burden of the present is nothing more than a fleeting memory.
It feels great, doesn't it?
Go on, take another step, and keep going! run little fae. (HAHAHA)

-Cursed Grimoire.

Leon's movements are not restrained by the past or the present. Using his mind, body and espermancy as a self contain conduit to accelerate himself to the future, Leon temporarily heightens his senses, unlocking mental blocks in his mind, allowing the use of a higher percentage of his brain.

His strength, processing power, speed, and reaction time all gain a boost. But, the trade-off is that it burns through his stamina quickly.

Future step - A upgraded version of Leon's shunpo. Instead of using his agility to travel, he uses a miniature temporal rift to bridge the gap closer to his enemies. Almost making him like a glitch to the naked eye.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Hi, I would like to put my hat in the ring and join this RP. here's my submission. :)

The psionic rogue

Name: Leon Hyksos

Race: Fae

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Theme: some desperado guitar vibes

Hider

Magic Divination: Espermancy

Ability:

Mind's Eye - Leon's level of clairvoyance is what you call below average than your typical Esper. He compensates for his lack of foresight through his superb hearing and hyper-awareness in his years of experience in combating street thugs. As a result, he can perceive the future for a brief second and triggers whenever his life is in danger beforehand.

Psionic Blades - Leon can manifest daggers in the physical plain with the use of his psychic energy. A dagger designed to attack the victim's psyche. Its sharpness is based on how Leon envisions his target(s) to 'be stabbed' in his mind. How many times it will hit, the level of pain it can inflict, and what part of the body the knife will cut. Its damage ranges from a normal stab wound up to putting his victim into a fatal catatonic state, depending on the target's resistance against psychic attacks.

Spider's Web(Tether) - A niche espionage technique used by Leon, establishing a link between him and his target, putting himself into perspective in one's mind by the use of a special psychic thread, usually combined with his psionic blades to establish contact. Once this tread is latch to his victim, Leon can see from the target's point of view, analyze their current status and surveil their location from a far distance.

Marionette control - This technique is an extension of Leon's Spider web. With enough strings to subdue his victim, Leon can hijack and sabotage one's control of their body. Making them dance like puppets to his liking or binding them into one place.

Natural Acrobat - Fae(s) are not weighted by gravity. They are weightless, lightfooted, and nimble. This goes the same for Leon.

Marksmanship(dagger) - Leon is a master in the art of throwing daggers.

Equipment:

Multiple daggers he carries around; concealed and sheathed in his pockets and sleeves.
A simple mask that hides Leon's face when going through his alter ego vigilante gig.

Brief Background (Why you decided to become a Reaver): Born from a line of infamous fae family that uses Mind magic and soothsayers, Leon was the last sane survivor of the Hyksos lineage. His family descended into madness due to the mysterious miasma effect that consumed most of his clan.

With no place to go at a young age and branded as a cursed child by the Fae community, Leon decided to hit the road and started to join a ragtag group of traveling Gypsies made of different races. He chips his pointy ears, change his identity and started blending in with the Humans in hopes to start a new life as a street performer.

Alas, Even with his newfound profession and friends, This lonely fae was unable to escape the effects of his tragic past resulting in Leon to became somewhat of an overthinker and mildly paranoid.

As a coping mechanism to ease his survivor's guilt, he develops this alter ego of becoming a hero of justice. A silent street-level guardian that watches over whatever city their circus is performing. This rogue fae acts as a knife juggler by day and a wannabe hero at night.

It was that one fateful night that he stumbled upon a group of magus that was chasing the same criminal that was the real deal in Morgenröte.

"Huh, what the Queen fae's name is a reaver?"

Anything else we should know about you:

Leon came from a family of prestige soothsayers and even consulted by the Queen fae herself from time to time. His clairvoyance never comes to fruition ever since his family demise.

Due to his unregistered vigilante act of punishing petty street criminals in the city at night, Leon became sleepless and adopted this lethargic, unenthusiastic manner of being half awake most of the time.

His most distinctive features are his dead fish eyes and deep lines under them.

Despite being sleep-deprived and having sluggish behavior that often depicts the sleepy fae 'Lazy', Leon is highly competent in doing what needs to be done.

Leon can juggle up to 15 knives without the use of his Espermancy.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

The meeting ended.

Team Theta has one hour to prepare for departure.

Cassandra and Archer were all packed up and ready to go, conditioning their body with a last-minute warmup at the Chaldean gym. Well Cassandra did anyways.

The tomboyish master was determined and focused on the mission as she repeatedly beats a punching bag filled with sand with her martial arts, reinforcing her fist and legs with her fortification magic.

Each strike was precise and filled with intensity. Loud thuds echo throughout the room with each force of her knuckles and shin hitting the leathered sack.

"Seriously? you'll deplete your mana before we even start our mission" Archer said anxiously, adjusting his magical crossbow tape around his right arm, watching his master work up a sweat.

"On the contrary, Archer. this makes me all fired up! gotta keep in tip-top shape after seeing those nice and crazy people at the diner table being part of a team that saves the world. A soldier must keep them safe from threats after all." Cassandra said in between breaths while continuously throwing her hands and legs at the punching bag, not stopping to condition herself.

"Right, I almost forgot, you have a background in the military. I doubt this well-rounded squadron if that's what you're expecting. I mean Penni just blatantly announces that she's evil. doesn't that strike you as a red flag?" The green archer asked.

"Nah, she's cool, a bit puny and pale. but cool." Cassandra said with a simple answer.

With all of her circuits firing through her arms to her fist, The muscled-toned girl unleashes a devastating punch that sends the leather bag flying across the room.

"Yosh! let's go save the world, Archer."

The druid thief was speechless, scared, and yet satisfied with his master's unyielding determination and can't help but smirk in response.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

One thing led to another as the picture of the banquet comes a bit clearer. This was a mission debriefing to save the world, a cautionary tale with the 7 masters being the main characters. Disposing people into this whirling blender and see what sticks.

Cassandra on the other hand was interested in a diffrerent subject that doesn't even contribute to the matters at hand.

"wow you met Heracles, director? that so cool! can you summon him? Summon him! summon him! summon him!" Cassandra eyes flared up and started chanting, repeatedly banging on the table like hyperactive child demanding to be fed. Its no surprise she was a huge fan.

It was a chaotic scene with the loud spartan adding into the mixed. it started like a normal feast that ended up like a unruly thanksgiving dinner with all of your relatives contradicting each other about their politcal views.

People arguing. The mixed conversation. the disagreements. Its no wonder Archer chooses to live in the woods and be a hermit rather than to socialize with people.

"I suggest you stop that or else all of us will be eating on the floor." The marksman's face grimace as he place his bandage covered hand on his master's shoulder, like a strict parent signalling his child to stop bouncing all over the place. Which indeed calmed Cassandra down. Honestly this was too much work for •••••.

The green archer then shifted his attention to the child under the cradle of assassin. Like a marionette laying still on her lap willing to take some questions.

"for someone that is late to the briefing, you sure are well inform about the situation." Archer said shagging his ginger coloured hair. His tone is a hint of a sneer and suspicion.

"in any case, before we get side tracked. enlighten us, what do you mean by winner of the jackpot? I doubt that blood on your servant's face is no lame accident."

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

"Ha ha, I don't mind a little dinner entertainment, Let berserker be rowdy, This is supposed to be a festive feast not a funeral, right?" Cassandra said in a festive mood while munching down in her designated table seat, Oblivious to how far off she is about this being a joyous occasion.

"Sometimes I envy your blissfulness master," Archer lean forward and whispered, crossing his arms. ever the skeptic.

"Oh, What do you mean?" The spartan earnestly asked her servant with her mouth full of food, peeling away the skin off the drumstick with her teeth like a rabid animal, disregarding her tableside manners.

"Nevermind.." Archer's eyes shifted across the table, Silently observing how uneased the director was ever since they arrived. The way she looks at the empty seat of master's assassin every now and then. The melancholy vibes he's getting from it. Something must have gone wrong by the looks of it.

Aside from the suspicious tardiness of Assassin's master, what's the deal with the pale girl with the wolf ears, Is she Chaldea's pet or something? I've never seen her in these parts before. Archer telepathically said to Cassandra, furrowing his brow in suspicion.

Dunno, I only met Assassin's master once, kinda odd fellow to say the least. Cassandra shrugs and continues to feast.

"Uh-huh, I see" Archer sighed, trailing his thoughts to himself.

Archer quietly stands like a shadow by Cassandra's side, ears open to his surroundings, observing Saber demanding to shed some light on this sudden occasion.

Something that Archer would never do, He's more of a covert/secretive type when finding out answers, It's much cooler that way, being an Anti-hero in most of his legends. Quite the opposite of Saber's straightforwardness in handling the situation.

Nevertheless, Archer nodded in agreement to Saber's inquiry.

---

Despite the growing suspicion this dinner brings, Cassandra couldn't care less about the details of what's the reason the masters are brought in here, All she knows is: Hey it's a free dinner and I'm gonna eat like a king.

And so she does..

Like a gluttonous beast, Cassandra continues to devour everything she can get her hands into, She only comes to her senses when she heard a meek voice right next to her that stop her in her tracks.

_{"Do you think maybe we will get some of that dessert too?"}

"Ah, you have a sweet tooth i see, come to think of it, I'm craving some dessert right about now." Cassandra said to Chabi with a smile on her face.

"I don't see any dessert other than that white-haired girl is hoarding right about now.. maybe we should ask her." Without any hesitation, The tomboyish spartan raised her voice and started waving at the wolf girl.

"Say. you there with the white hair, my friend and I were wondering if you could share that delicious cake with us.. I'll trade you with this grape for it~" Cassandra offered.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

King, The Rogue smith

King stands at 6'2 ft that weight in at 140 lbs. He has white hair and sharp brows that cross each other making him look like he's angry all the time.

Name: King Petrov

Age: 19

Nationality: Russian

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Forger's cube
Noble Arm Rank: C+

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Self Cast, Melee, Range, Support.

Appearance:

Element : Fire/Steel

Noble Arm Abilities:

Fabricating steel - from the medieval to the present time, this puzzle box can mold itself into any weapon known to man (to an extent of course).

Shrapnel Blast - When triggered or set on a timer, this cube can detonate up to 20ft radius and shoots out devasting metallic fragments from all sides. It can self-reassemble after being scattered. 1 to 5 mins reassembling time.

Shaper of War - King's Noble arm can transmute and produce mundane weapons based on the natural resources he can find. (water, metal, earth etc.) These weapons range from primitive tools such as swords, staves, and other outdated weapons to modern firearms and automated military-grade rifles.

Misc Abilities:

Blacksmith's insight- A good blacksmith can deconstruct the anatomy of any weapon. King can decipher the info of one's Noble arms based on its aesthetics alone.

Metallurgy - Aside from his noble arm's ability. King is skilled with the gift of blacksmithing and can create actual weapons. He can craft pure metals from scrap and unrefined iron.

Bartering and Smuggling - A silver tongue merchant can sell anything and make profits even in times of war.

Personality:

King is a hustler in every sense of the word. He talks fast and shills faster. His morality is somewhat tethering between "I'm gonna sell weapons to the bad guys for profit" and/or "I'm gonna help the innocent by arming them for free". Either way, King lives by the merchant code of creating, trading, and selling for a living.

*Likes:

Profits, Smithing, Spending, and Gambling.

*Dislikes:

Being broke, Losing a bet and profits, discarded weapons.

Fears:

Being caught of course.

Bio:

In the cold harsh environment of Russia, it's either you adapt or perish. King learned this the hard way when his deceased father (an ex-communicado member of the Paragon of Science) experimented on him when he was just an infant; Forcing his Noble arm to emerge out of necessity. The result was below average and the Paragon didn't take it lightly.

Discarded like a defective product. King is stripped away of his identity and grew up in the streets parentless. He was adopted by the Russian resistance who own a club called "The crownless Tsar" in Moscow. Their base of operations is the nesting ground for syndicates all around Russia. Literally raised by wolves, This hard-knock kid grew up in the streets as a scavenger and soon his dormant Noble arm's ability to create weapons emerges at the age of 13 which would be beneficial to the guild.

As time passed, King makes a name for himself in the underground world as a lowkey arms dealer, balancing the order between non-noble arms users and noble arm masters.

King is a fugitive on the run from the FSB and the Chinese government, living his life on the edge as a hustler and an illegal weapon distributor or as he calls himself "an independent contractor". He has many connections and has been hiding in the islands of Vietnam arming weapons to the militia and to those who aren't fortunate enough to arm themselves in these tough times.

*Current Goal:

To sell and forge weapons. "As long as they keep paying I ain't stopping.."

Military or Civilian Rank:

Civilian, Fugitive.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

The Spartan and the Celtic Archer

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Chaldea Cafeteria, 1000 hr. T- minus 20 mins before class starts.

After a rigorous early workout at the Chaldea's gym, Cassandra has this post- habit routine of chilling at the cafeteria for a bit, making her infamous post-workout protein shake, and hanging out before her class starts.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrvmmmmmmmmmm"

The sound of a whirling blender fills the kitchen's cafeteria as Cassandra whips up somewhere between the lines of a healthy and nutritious shake to a downright grotesque sewage waste; Mixing ingredients that shouldn't be even put together for the sake of all things humane.

Archer watches with visible disgust and can't help but to have a say in what the actual hell his master is doing.

"I'm no nutritionist but i don't think you should be drinking that. Whatever you're concocting might as well be good enough poison for my arrow if i'm being honest." Her servant said bluntly.

"Haha, very funny ◾◾◾◾◾, I have you know this supplement has the secret Sparta recipe with a modern twist! tomatoes, 2 bananas, wheat, a dozen of raw eggs, grilled meat, pudding, whey powder .. the whole package." Cassandra said proudly.

I think i'm gonna throw up. Archer keeps his thoughts to himself after hearing its hideous content.

"The kitchen staff and Director Fujimaru were kind enough to lend their ingredients to make this, might as well take the advantage and make a whole batch." Cassandra continued with a beamingly smile on her face.

The muscular woman chugs down the vile elixir like it was nothing.

"Ahhh.. nothing beats like a post-workout protein shake to start the day. It's ashamed that senpai Reggie couldn't come for today's leg day session, I could have taught him the basics of the famous "Spartan kick" Hiya!" She said striking a kicking pose.

"Oh, I know why he's not here, that poor soul.." Archer muttered, crossing his arms, feeling a bit squeamish and sorry for what that African boy had to endure yesterday.

"Anyways, Before that supplement rots your brain, aren't you forgetting something? like that suspicious text you received earlier. I doubt that everyone got the same message as you do.." Archer lowers his voice while looking cautiously at his surroundings, observing the other students and reading the room.

"Really dude? you've been peeping on other people's phones? that's just plain creepy" Cassandra retorted.

"Hey, a hunter must be aware of his surrounding, it's like second nature to me. I have a nagging feeling this is no ordinary invitation seeing it has no formality nor pleasantries, just coordinates, these types of messages are the ones that have trouble written all over it.." Archer continued.

"Now you're just being paranoid, It's just a text dude.." The she-hulk said with a smirk.

"Nah, it's my hunter's intuition, I can feel that something's up."

"Again dude, Paranoid" Cassandra teased her servant even more.

"You're impossible." Archer sighed.

"Heh, I'm just playing.. A true warrior always trusts his gut, and I would never belittle yours. On a serious note, have you heard about hall 11? with my 2nd year of studying here in Chaldea, I've never heard of such a place.. have you?"

"Can't say that I have, want me to investigate? I mean I could sneak around the lab to do a reconnaissance and still make it time for dinner, and none would be the wiser." Archer said with a mischievous grin.

"Eh, that won't be necessary. whatever it is we'll find out later and just have to face it head-on, as a true warrior does.. "

"You truly are a meathead."