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A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

Iskandar stands tall next to Daniel, he watched as the boy give his little talk. Iskandar was there acting as a passive charismatic figure, and Daniel is taking advantage of that. He had been interested in who would be taking initiative. Daniel, seemed to have been the one who was most ahead in who was going to be talking first, for he was the one to set up the situation to talk in.

However, this far from satisfied Iskandar. He was hoping for something more, Daniel seemed to have not set up anything else, who he was, what he does, or even any reason why he should lead them! Honestly it made him more like a messenger than anything else. Iskandar was much hoping to see a real powerful display, boasting, anything! Honestly, it might have seemed that if Daniel was to do be a leader like he wanted, he would be out of convenience. Sure he might have more chances, but first impressions are the most important!

Once Daniel finished, Iskandar waited for others to speak. As the person to speak almost immediately was a strange man. One who has his eyes covered, may it be from an injury or an illness. It might however be on purpose, as the man seems to speak in such a way that shows off all of his eccentricity. He spoke in a grandeous manner and seemed to even be in his own world, all the while some creature is hiding within his shadow speaking to him.

The next was a gorgeous woman, she seemed to have dressed in such a like a Pharoah, he manner of speaking quite different from as he remembers, yet she seemed well enough. He deduction similar to the Blind man.

Then soon to speak was a Philosopher! Wait, in this age it seems they call themselves professors. He seemed quite minded on his ideas. He seemed to have a good bit of knowledge upon who they are dealing with and possess the idea of is the worth of alliance great enough to deal with a snake. Iskandar found this idea simple, no. What you cannot do with your own hands should not fall to the enemy of your enemy, rather to those who ally themselves with you. And this is no such situation.

The man who agreed with the assessment Iskandar had was quite interesting. He held himself with enough understanding to try and pull people away, yet seemd to not sway enough as the man with the blind fold seemed to counter with the idea that they themselves will then just deal with it. After all, they only had one defensive Servant.

Iskandar was about to speak maybe in the hope to get others to speak of their ideas, yet immediately a new person entered the fray. As a Servant seemed to put his own idea in, as it to was the same as the others. Fight and kill Purple quickly before turning quickly upon the group they just allied themselves to. Iskandar didn't know what was better as of yet, it is true Purple must be eliminated, yet, it seemed that they are missing one key facet...

And then another joined into the conversation before Iskandar could even have time to think!! Oh, it was that young girl with His Master. She seemed to have been running late, he goes over and gives her a big smile and a jaunty laugh as he goes over and bows as Iskandar says to her, "Ah, Princess Lovise, it is wonderful to see you again".

As now was the time to speak, Iskandar took in a breath as he began to speak as he takes his fist and slams it into his chest, "I am the Rider under the disposal of Daniel. I am Iskandsr the Legendary King of Conquerors!".

Iskandar began to wait a moment seeing the reactions as he continued with a commanding voice, "I am in agreeance of this Truce. To squash the enemy as they are should be swift. And to defeat the enemies very plan to defeat us should be dashed with simple and efficient power".

"Simple and efficent. Being hit from 2 sides will take out the Purple team with no time, then during this we abolish the Black team, in one simple and crushing blow".

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

A place to keep my stuff in order

Avalia

My Character

Ismael 'Izzy' Helstein

Dumbass

Pain

Combat

Race: Human

Sex/Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good, The individual is more important than Rules/laws.

Profession: Ex-Military & Private Security Contractor for HCLI

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Education: High school graduate, barely.

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Physical appearance:

Height:

Standing at 6’5", Ismael has not only height but also an imposing figure.

Weight:

210 lbs

Body Type:

Mesomorph, rectangular with more muscle built with a larger chest and shoulders.

Age:

Age: 26 years old.

Birthday: August 21st

Eyes:

Color: Bright Silver eyes that sparkle with gold in the light.

Quality: He has great vision, with a strong dark vision.

Shape: A little on the larger side, yet look very sharp.

Hair:

Color: Jet black

Texture: Soft and feels smooth

Length: Semi-short, giving enough to play with.

Style: Straight and slightly spiky as he has it part to the left side of his face.

Skin:

Shade: A nice tan with a bit of lightness.

Texture: His face feels slightly smooth yet the rest of his body feels slightly coarse.

Birthmarks: He has a large birthmark on the back of his palm, it looks like a heart.

Scars: He has many different scars across his body, yet the most noticeable ones are the one on his face, as it is a large scar that spans the left side of his face, And the large scars spanning his back and sides that were from the grenade in his military career.

Hands:

Size: he has larger hands that are thick and muscular.

Condition: Heavy scarage spans both his hands, as they have seen quite a bit of action, and his left pinky is slightly bent out of place.

Nails: Always trimmed and kept well enough, but because of the punishment he has put them through, multiple nails are warped and bent slightly.


Manner of dress:

Formality: Ismael dresses well, he knows how to style himself, and with a little work he can look quite pleasing in a suit.

Uniform: Ismael keeps his uniform nice and clean, he has had it fitted to allow the uniform to fit his body nicely and show his good physicality.

Normal: Ismael wears simple clothing, t-shirts, black pants and Jean's, and many other pieces of clothing that give him a simple and slightly rugged look.


Voice:

Accent: American with no heavy accent.

Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower ranges.

Typical Volume: Normal speaking as it is comfortable to hear from a few feet away from being right next to him.

Speech:

Habits: Ismael can sometimes find himself saying filler words because he will lose his train of thought in conversations.

Profanity: Ismael rarely uses profanity; however, it is out of a genuine reaction he is unable to filter when he does.

Movement and gestures:

When speaking he will normally make small gestures that will go unnoticed by him, yet can sometimes add context to what he is saying.

Overall Liveliness:

Ismael is more of a calm and collected person, as his energy only rises in great moments of strain and stress.


Grace of Movement:

Even with his size, Ismael is quite graceful, even able to maneuver with ease in many different ways with little trouble.

Extent of Physical Expressiveness:

Ismael is not very expressive, yet when an expression crosses his face, you know it is genuine.

Posture:

Ismael stands tall yet relaxed, even with this when he is relaxing he almost molds to whatever surface he is laying on, almost like he has reached peak relaxation.

Agility:

Ismael is decently agile, especially with his size, and very deft with his hands.


Accuracy of Senses:

Ismael's accuracy in his senses is extremely accurate, to the point where his instincts and senses are honed to a razor’s edge

Other:

His instincts are something considered to be a sixth sense that is constantly on alert. His reliance on his instincts is what has made him so good at fighting. Yet, this can be one of his downfalls if this very same gift is used against him.

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Psychology:

Personality:

Ismael is an ambivert, neither leaning one way or another. He is able to modify his mannerisms to best fit a situation, but if asked what is his default he would be introverted. By himself, he doesn't go out of his way to find excitement with people, but he does go and do as he pleases without much worry and anxiety of people. He is a pretty selfless person, he does the bare minimum for himself and has done plenty for others. Ismael is more kind than mean, yet he is not afraid to get mean with someone if it is needed, and he won't be upset or regret it either. Ismael is very selfless in the end, he has on multiple occasions thrown his life to the wind in protecting and saving others.

Ismael is a very calm and relaxed person, who doesn't lose his composure. He has quite a bit of patience with most people, There are just a few people he just doesn't give the light of day to. Ismael is braver than most, as it takes quite a bit of bravery to put your life on the line for another. Ismael does get nervous and anxious at times, but from experience in combat and training, it never stops him when fighting. He does however have it hold him up in many social situations as he can sometimes overthink or get caught up on something that stops him in his tracks.

Ismael isn't a smart man, he knows more basics of his time than anything, but what he lacks in conventional intelligence, he makes up with wisdom and life experiences. His charismatic nature is the thing that really makes him special, his nature to attract people had been even noted from a young age as he attracted the children to him with ease. And so too did this happen in his military career and PMC career as well, he always had a natural aura that attracted people. Sometimes for good or bad. Ismael has never lost his sense of humor, just it's changed a little. And overall, he is a very relaxed man, his energy level very rarely wavers, the only time it does is during high stimulant moments like fighting.

Fears:

Losing a limb, specifically an arm.

Becoming numb to the cruelty of Violence and Conflict.

Large Spiders.

Dreams:

Live life to its fullest.

Pleasures:

He finds pleasure in cooking, and when someone likes his cooking you can find a strange sight, his smile seems to gleam with child-like innocence. Not his normal smile or slightly cheeky one, just pure happiness.

Plans for the Future:

Do as he pleases, travel, meet people, help people, and live life to its fullest. After all, he was given a new life here, hopefully, he can maybe find something new with it.

Sense of Humor:

His humor is always with puns, jokes, and light humor. He always tries to keep things light and carefree.

But his humor can also become darker, as he likes to make fun of the more dark things of the world.

Opinions Regarding:

Money:

A necessary object, something you need no matter what status you are or life you live, some just need to do worst things to get it.

Love:

Everyone needs love, some more than others. All who say otherwise need it the most.

Death:

A sad thing, yet it is a part of life. If it came to the life of someone he wished to protect and someone else, he'll kill 100% of the time.

Liquor/Drugs:

Dislikes what people do with them without moderation. Yet otherwise, he is more than willing to try them. He was never inclined to do so before.

Ideals:

To help the people he can.

And to live.

Regrets:

None, he doesn't regret what he's done. And he hopes it will stay that way.

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General Biography:

Ismael was born into a hard life, his father left his mother before Ismael was even born, and his mother died due to complications. Leaving him alone, no other family took him in so he was passed off to an orphanage to be raised. There he was raised to the age of 7, when finally he was adopted. He was not adopted until then as Ismael wished to stay and take care of the kids around him, as he saw himself as that of a Brother figure, yet a pair of parents wanted him because of that very nature.

After his adoption, Ismael lived a normal life, a Loving mother and Father in a middle-class family. He went to school, played sports, and did normal things. He did well enough in school, he wasn't the smartest person, be had knowledge and wisdom to learn. Yet the thing that followed him was a smile and laughter that people found. His jokes were goofy, and his demeanor was that of a kind giant. As these years were normal and simple, as when he became old enough he enlisted into the Marine Corps as a Small Arms repairman. He had a wish to serve his country, he always seemed to look at it as an honor

During his time in the Military, Ismael had made many friends, he took care of people around him as a brother, and quite often he sent money back to the Orphanage that raised him, as a way of thanks to them. During his time, his work was simple, fixing guns and making sure vehicle weapons were in order. Yet things changed when wars kicked up, when he went to reenlist, most Marines were switched over to Rifleman as they were expecting a real fight. And soon, Ismael was thrust into battles, where he showed great skill as a soldier and as a squad leader. He had thrown his life into the line of fire to save fellow Marines, Civilians, and anyone in between. Just one of these days, God decided to call his number as a grenade fell out and landed next to Ismael. As within the moment of seeing it, he threw himself on it, throwing his bag and back onto it and saying his goodbyes.

Ismael woke up a month later from a coma, as he found he survived the explosion. The grenade had left him badly scarred on his back. Large shrapnel scars covered his back and the sides of his body. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived, if it was a normal person, they would have been dead. Ismael was released a few months later after rehabilitation and therapy. He found his world slightly changed, he had missed a few friends passing, his honorable discharge was handed down, yet the war he was in is still raging. But something strange happened, an old war buddy called him up, asking if he wanted to join a company he was now in.

Ismael joined the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated. Here he met some old buddies from before his Reenlistment, they all joined this company under a strange woman. She was a shrewd woman and she dealt in all forms of War, yet her most lucrative business is She is a Weapons Dealer. She sells anything from low-cost Firearms, all the way to stationary artillery weapons. If war is what you want, the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated can provide you with weapons to fight it.

Ismael spent the next years in this company, getting closer to the many people within, as they all follow this near insatiable goal the leader of this Company has. Not many knew what she wanted, money? Power? No one knew, but everyone rallied with her as she had this strange charisma that was too hard to move away from. Ismael spent multiple years in this company, not knowing what much to do otherwise, he realized, it was nice here. It was simple and he had many freedoms. They traveled a lot, they did as they pleased, and Ismael was given more money than he knew what to do with. So, he sent it back to his family and the Orphanage, he did keep a bit to himself in a bank account.

He wasn't just a bodyguard to this woman though. He was also a weapon she used quite often, everyone was used in the same way. They didn't only protect her, they did what she wanted them to do, so if she wanted someone dead, they would do it. But this didn't come from her being their employer, this came from their loyalty to her. Everyone here was family, they would bleed, sweat, and die for each other. Ismael had shown this on multiple occasions as he had taken many bullets for those around him, he had gotten into fights for them, and he has killed for them.

His life was okay, and he was more than willing to live his life this, until one night while he was about to go to bed, a portal opened up and sucked him and his bed into the portal. As he came through he realized he appeared in some strange place. He hopped to the pillows where he kept his bed gun, yet he found it was gone as he thought back and remembered that he placed it on his dresser. Now he found himself in a strange new place without anything other than his Dog tags, his fists, and his underwear.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Adoptive- Tarak Helstein

Adoptive- Rachel Helstein


Dead Immediate Family Members:

Biological- Father (Unknown)

Biological- Mother (Deceased)

Current Companions:

???

Current and Past Lover(s):

???

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Combat and Magic:

Strength: 8

Speed on Land: 6

Speed in Air: 0

Magical Ability: 2

Dexterity: 7

Weapon Proficiency: 8

Stealth: 6

Ability on Avalia:

Electrokinesis

Misc. Skills, Talents and Equipment:

Cooking- Ismael is a fantastic cook, and has honed his skills for the pure enjoyment of cooking.

Singing- Ismael is a good singer, it will normally be hard to ever figure this out as he is very shy about others hearing him sing.

Gun Repair- Ismael was trained as a Firearm repairman, this was however during a time where he didn't need to forge and make his own equipment and materials, so this wouldn't be too useful in this day and age.

Equipment:

1x Dog tags- These hold Ismael's name, Social Security number, blood type, and religion. His blood type is O-, and he is Christian.

The face claim is Doudanuki Masakuni.