Turboshitter

Persona RP! [Based on Persona 5]

There still openings here? I’m interested but I don’t have a concept yet.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Rottweil Berzinsky, Master of Lancer

Walkabouts, Commercial District

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“Huh? What kinda stupid question is that?” Rottweil laughed. “Why’s the sky blue? Why’s anything the way it is? Grass grows, birds fly, the sun shines- my family likes lizards.”

Seeing the obvious disappointment with this answer, Rottweil sighed at his Servant.

“Alright, fine. You want my answer, or the answer my ancestors woulda given ya? Because I’m sure there was a reason at some point but if you ask me, it’s all just history now. Just the same old bullshit.”

Another gecko crawled out of his sleeve and onto the back of his hand. Rottweil held it up to appreciate it.

“Me? I like ‘em because they’re pure. You strip something down to the bare necessities, everything you need to survive, and whaddya get? A lizard. Nature’s perfect survival machine.”

The admiration in his voice was plain as day. This was a man who not only tolerated, but celebrated the inhuman. Was it just a harmless quirk? There were a lot of dedicated animal lovers out there who liked to exaggerate and emboss the merits of their preferred species. Or was there more to it than that?

The hours passed by. The winding, roundabout route Rottweil was taking, if you could call it one at all, snaked through Miyama Town, down the Riverside, then back to the Commerce District through the Native District. More miles walked, more geckos dropped. Until finally…

”Okay Mr. Lightning Bolt, sun’s gettin’ real low. I think we’ve done our due diligence for the day, what do you say we go hunting?”

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Rider

Abandoned Warehouse, Harbor

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“Hah! You magi certainly like to stick your noses up at danger, don’t you?”

The tacit threat came from above Kāi Chū, from a woman leaning against the catwalk. How she’d gotten there would’ve been unclear to the average person, nevermind how she avoided injuring herself when she hoisted herself over the railing and landed gracefully in front of the other woman. To Kāi Chū however, this was normal. Rider was, after all, her Servant.

“I would’ve had anyone else in the ring for saying that,” Rider elaborated, grinning. “It’s true though, I won’t deny it. We were defeated here without ever setting foot on shore. Though those were my uncle’s men, so it’s no surprise to me that they lacked the spirit of a true Mongol warrior,” she said, half-laughing and half-scoffing. “Those who forsake our ways forsake the blessing of the Eternal Blue Sky. I trust you won’t make the same mistakes, Master?”

She crossed her arms. Rider’s bearing was ferocious, yet regal. The aura around her was almost that of a tiger, something so comfortable in its unquestioned superiority that it didn’t bother with watching what it said or changing itself to appease others.

“As for your ‘works’… I’ve never seen dolls behave so much like men. It’s unnatural.” Rider looked around the workshop, her eyes following the not-quite-right movements of the dolls. Their posture was rigid but also relaxed, the movement of their joints smooth and seamless. Were any of the dockworkers to stumble upon the scene, she had no doubt they would all stop what they were doing and offer them a hearty, wholly convincing “hello”. They were an utterly perfect imitation of humanity, and it was that perfection that gave them away. She resisted the sudden urge to shudder. “But the unnatural is itself is the nature of magi, so I’ll make the best that I can out of it.”

Rider gazed out at the horizon, the city awash in hues of orange and red and the shadows of a setting sun. It was nearly time. The curtains were about to open on the theater of war, and the first act promised the introduction of some of this battle’s major players. It was a good time to go out and gather intel, but also a good time to keep their heads down, lest they attract the attention of someone they couldn’t afford to be enemies with just yet.

That left a question for them to answer: who did they want to be, the main characters or a third act surprise?

Rider set aside her discomfort regarding the dolls and turned to face her Master. “It is time we settle on our battle plans. I trust you have something in mind? Walk me through it and I’ll do my best to fill in any gaps.”

Fate/Profane Covenant

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Tohsaka Residence, Foreign District

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A solid knock came from the wooden front door, disrupting the silent solitude that lay over the Tohsaka residence like a mist. Two more followed swiftly in its wake. Guests, it appeared, had arrived.

The new arrivals, be they Matou or Einzbern, waited patiently in front of the door, not seeming to mind that their knocks went unanswered. Normally, when made to wait by a Tohsaka, one would at least take the opportunity to marvel at the owners’ beloved gardens, which were a jewel in their own right. A veritable envy of the neighborhood, perhaps the entire town, it was said that when the morning dew glistened on the petals of the Tohsaka’s flower garden, the entire property sparkled like a dragon’s hoard. The beautiful pathways of sapphire irises and ruby roses seemingly held no appeal for these two however, who simply remained rooted to the spot in front of the door like furnishings. Beauty, it seems, did not sway their hearts in the slightest.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the door swung open.

In the entryway stood two homunculi. Or rather, one stood and one sat, bound by a wheelchair and an IV bag. They were both dressed quite oddly. One wore what appeared to be a very large and elaborate red & black headdress that matched her low-cut dress. The other wore nothing except a crisp white hospital gown. Had she been freshly decanted?

The taller, more able-bodied one pushed the chair forward, entering the manor bare-footed. For a human, this would be seen as being at best a social faux pas. Many in the same circles as Fuyuki’s Three Founding Families might even see it as an insult. For an existence such as a homunculus however, it was perhaps not so unusual.

She curtsied, a motion almost befitting of a maid or house servant. Though the curtsy was almost robotically perfect, at no point during it did her expression change or betray a hint of emotion, her face stony like a mask.

“Good afternoon. Representing the interests of the Einzbern family, this is Idalisviel von Einzbern, current vessel of the Holy Grail,” she said, gesturing towards the wheelchair-bound homunculus. “And I am her guardian. You may refer to me by my unit designation, ‘Liesa’, or by whatever name you prefer.”

Idalisviel didn’t offer any similar sort of greeting, or anything in the way of acknowledgment of the Tohsakas or Matous. She simply stared ahead, her gaze relaxed and empty. Were the Einzberns really so trusting (or perhaps foolish) as to go showing off the vessel for the Grail like this, or did these two have other secrets? It was common knowledge that Einzbern homunculi could be very well made indeed...

“We have come here in place of the Einzbern’s designated Master for this war. He had, and I quote, ‘better things to do than joining your Three Families stitch ‘n bitch’,” the one called Liesa said monotonously, her expression utterly devoid of irony. If one were to look carefully, one might notice the tail of a small lizard curled around the nape of her neck…

@Syndrome @SSW @Cu Chulainn

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Rottweil Berzinsky, Master of Lancer

Pets Plus, Commercial District

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“<A-And will that be all for you today, sir?>” the nervous cashier asked. His stutter annoyed Rottweil. Almost as much as having to constantly look things up in this damn phrasebook.

“<… Yes,>” he said slowly, squinting to check his pronunciation. “Thank you. Wait I mean, <thank you.>”

“<Well if that’s all, then we’ll have it all shipped to your residence by the end of the day,>” the cashier said absently, his gaze following the massive parade of aquariums filled with small animals that the man had bought. Horned lizards, skinks, snakes, monitors, chameleons, and at least five each of ten different kinds of geckos. He hadn’t wanted to ask how the man intended to care for all these animals but receiving the shipping address made things make a bit more sense. “<I didn’t realize anybody was living in that castle out in the forest. Is this all for a private collection?>”

Rottweil eyed the man cautiously. He was getting really tired of all the questions, least of all because he hadn’t fucking understood half of what the cashier just said. Still, he made it a rule to respect the staff, especially the ones taking care of the animals. And this particular shop looked rather well-kept, so he let it slide.

Licking his thumb, he flicked through the phrasebook again.

“<Japanese… is difficult. I don’t understand,>” he struggled to say. “<Sorry.>”

“<Oh, of course. You, uh, have a… nice… day…>” the cashier tried to say, but Rottweil had already left.

He didn’t have the time to stand around making chitchat with the Tohsakas or the Matous, so he certainly wasn’t going to waste any time making smalltalk with a cashier in a foreign country. Instead, he walked back out onto the street, purchased a can of too-sweet coffee from a vending machine, and cut his way from the Commercial District to Miyama Town through the Foreign District, making sure to leave a familiar here and there as he went, at least one for every mile he walked.

The large purchase of new reptiles had been insurance, in a sense. He was banking on losing a large number of familiars in the next couple days, despite their size and inconspicuousness, so having replacements lined up only made sense. A few of the reptiles would be going home with him, but the vast majority, the geckos, would be used in such a way.

In a sense, having the Prime Grail War in a foreign country like this had been a stroke of good fortune for him. Japan as a nation was home to numerous species of gecko, his preferred familiar, thanks in no small part to the subtropical island climate. Fuyuki wasn’t quite Okinawa, granted, but it was still hospitable enough to reptilians that a few geckos here and there would more than likely go completely unnoticed.

Rottweil leaned inconspicuously against a concrete dividing wall separating two prefab houses, taking a sip of his coffee as another one of his familiars climbed down his arm and up the wall. It regarded him with its usual detached familiarity as it climbed, seemingly in defiance of gravity, eyes opening and closing independently of one another. He blew the cute little lizard a kiss and it scurried along up and over the wall, ready to become his eyes and ears.

“That’s it, little guy. Go and make daddy proud,” he said, chuckling.

Perhaps even better, he’d read somewhere that Schlegel’s Japanese gecko was considered a sign of good luck if you found one in your house. Yet another local superstition, albeit one that worked heavily to his advantage. What was the word they had for it again…

“It was something about a ‘house guardian’, wasn’t it?” he seemingly asked no one. “That was it, wasn’t it Lancer?”

He honestly had no idea what the hell was going on with the culture of this country, even after reading up on their history, but his nephew Roland seemed to love their cartoons at least. His Servant might know more, not that he honestly cared. He was just trying to fill the dead space with something to keep his mind occupied as he went about this, and let us be frank about this, important yet utterly monotonous bit of preparation.

Distributing the familiars served a dual purpose of establishing an intelligence network while also scouting out potential safehouses and hiding spots. Unlike the other Masters, Rottweil had no intention of marrying himself to a single piece of real estate. His body was his Workshop, in a sense. Everything he needed to ply his trade he kept with him at all times, wherever he went, and he fully intended to take advantage of that. Empty houses, dilapidated buildings, or other sorts of neat little hidey-holes; all would serve him wonderfully during this Holy Grail War. As long as it wasn’t being used, he’d be more than happy to borrow it. And if it was being used, well… there were ways to make it not used anymore.

”House guardians” indeedy…

@ManyThings

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Moving into Miyama Town from Commerce District

Fate/Profane Covenant

Caster

CASTER

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True Name: Kuzunoha
Sex: F
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Attribute: Earth

History: According to legend, the story of Kuzunoha begins with Shinoda Shrine and a man named Abe no Yasuna. Born of a powerful onmyōji clan fallen into hard times, Yasuna would frequently go to the shrine to pray for good fortune and for his clan’s prosperity. One day, he discovered a white fox near the shrine that had been trapped by a hunter. Driving the hunter away and freeing the fox, Yasuna thought little of it. But to the fox, the shrine’s own guardian kami Kuzunoha, this kindness meant everything. Taking the form of a beautiful woman, she sought out Yasuna and vowed to be his bride, bringing him happiness and, unbeknownst to him, bestowing blessings upon his clan.

As the years went by, Yasuna’s clan grew in strength and Kuzunoha bore him a child named Dōji. Kuzunoha was happy, however fleeting that happiness may have been. But even she could not have foreseen just how quickly those halcyon days would come to an end. What happens next is the subject of some interpretation, be it Kuzunoha’s tail being inadvertantly spotted by her son or the princess whose face Kuzunoha stole exposing her. Regardless of what happened, the result was Kuzunoha being forced to flee back into the woods surrounding Shinoda Shrine, leaving behind a poem for her son and husband to come find her.

If you love me,
come and visit,
in the forest of Shinoda in Izumi,
the resentful kudzu leaf

Or at least, that’s the popularized account.

In truth, the ending to Kuzunoha’s tale was far more bitter than sweet. It was indeed the woman whose face she stole that did her in, but the unexpected dagger of betrayal that was thrust deep into Kuzunoha’s heart was what truly drove her to flee. For when her true form was revealed, the man she loved, who had saved her life and whom she had pledged her life to, the man for whom she had done so much just to repay him for his kindness, looked upon her with fear and disgust. He was appalled by her deception and could not stomach the knowledge of her true nature, that his wife of so many years had been merely a fox in disguise.

Egged on by the princess, Abe no Yasuna banished Kuzunoha from his home, demanding she return to the forest where she belonged. Because she simply could not accept the reality of what had happened, Kuzunoha left her poem thinking it all to be merely the machinations of the jealous princess, believing in her heart that Yasuna and Dōji would return to her once the princess had left Yasuna’s house and everyone had come to their senses. But they never came. As the years went on, Kuzunoha would come to learn that not only had her husband truly forsaken her, but had in turn wooed the princess and taken her as his wife.

Angered by this, Kuzunoha turned her blessings upon his household into blights, robbing them of the good fortune she had bestowed. In return, the princess demanded Yasuna kill Kuzunoha, and a legion of hunters was dispatched to put an end to her. Perhaps inevitably, it was the same hunter that trapped her once before that ultimately put an end to Kuzunoha. As she lay dying, she cursed not the hunter, nor even Yasuna, but herself for having ever loved a human. The only thing she did not regret was her son, who would one day become the legendary Abe no Seimei.

Personality: A self-proclaimed villain who likes to play petty tricks on humans for fun. Has a biting and thoroughly bitter sense of humor and a mischievous streak wider than her crooked smile but is ultimately harmless unless provoked, despite her protestations to the contrary. She prefers deception, trickery, and manipulation over direct confrontation, but will not hesitate to attack any potential problem or threat with ruthless efficiency. For some reason, she’s very particular about the “aesthetics of villainy” (though some might say she just has a particularly childish idea of what a villain should be).

Having been spurned once, she's quick to assume the worst of people, and earning her trust will prove difficult. Basically, there's a good heart there somewhere, but you'll have to find it first. For hobbies, she enjoys tanka poetry and will often hold poetry battles with herself, swapping between melodic and chaotic styles.

Parameters:
Strength: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Agility: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Endurance: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Mana: A
Luck: A+

Class Skills
-Item Construction (B+): Talented in the construction of magic items, but only those pertaining to onmyōdo. A skill she picked up from her ex-husband.
-Territory Creation (A): Creation of a Shrine, which is superior to a Workshop, becomes possible.

Personal Skills
-Shapeshift (A+): Can freely assume a wide variety of forms ranging from beautiful women to 9 ft tall demons and even appear as multiple distinct entities, such as a procession of soldiers. Division decreases the stats of each body proportionally, while temporarily increasing stats by assuming different forms is possible. Increasing one stat at a time is fine but two or more begins to consume magical energy at the rate of a minor Noble Phantasm.
-Divinity (C): The guardian kami of the land surrounding Shinoda Shrine, and one of Inari's divine foxes.
-Curse Arts (EX): A Skill that signifies one as a practitioner of Curse Arts. This magecraft has roots in both the eastern and western worlds. Her style of Curse Arts is the Dakiniten methods. It includes methods to discern one's time of death and secret arts to obtain influence, such as methods to attain status and fortune (for men) and methods to gain the favor of influential individuals (for women). Unlike some other foxes, Kuzunoha has no qualms with cursing whoever looks at her funny.
-Shikigami Manipulation Techniques (EX): Origami foldings can be manipulated freely. Whether to attack, defend, or even be combined as a dovetail for decoy, they can be morphed into various forms and used in many ways. Kuzunoha most often forms them into either bird-like projectiles or bladed melee weapons. A skill she picked up from her ex-husband.
-Mystic Eyes (A+): As the mother of Japan’s greatest onmyōji and the source of most of his supernatural abilities, it is only natural that Kuzunoha would possess similar attributes. While Abe no Seimei purportedly possessed Mystic Eyes that allowed him to see “further than the future”, Kuzunoha’s Mystic Eyes are those that cannot help but dwell on the past. With them she can follow the world line of any person or object in her field of view and instantaneously trace it back to any point in time, discerning any and all relevant information. Because the vast volume of information easily overwhelms the mind of any sentient being, the ability serves more as a search function that picks out only the information Kuzunoha is looking for. Because of this minor yet fatal flaw, information that could be important can be lost if she is not specifically looking for it.

Clarification

This does not necessarily allow her to instantly discern True Names or Noble Phantasms as her Mystic Eyes will only render information on a Servant’s present existence up to the point where they were summoned.

Noble Phantasms
Name: Urami Kuzunoha
Title: You May Find Me At Shinoda Shrine
Rank: A
Type: Personal
Range: ∞
Targets: 1
Description: A translation of metaphorical emotional distance into literal physical distance, Kuzunoha's Noble Phantasm creates a Bounded Field encompassing the space of the original Shinoda Shrine (approx. 10m radius). While this Bounded Field is active, the distance between Kuzunoha and the world is considered "infinite". She is unreachable by all forms of attack and cannot make any attacks of her own. All words do not reach her, all light fades from the world. She becomes invincible but effectively blind and deaf so long as she remains inside the barrier.

Used sparingly, this ability can allow her to take hits that would otherwise kill her head-on as well as make difficult escapes possible, but prolonged usage is extremely draining both mentally and physically, as Kuzunoha will slowly lose all sense of time and physical sensation as if in an extreme form of sensory deprivation. Only one thing can reach her in this state: the words of the poem she once left for her husband and child. When spoken aloud as an incantation, the latter half of this poem can forcibly deactivate the Bounded Field, while the first half activates it.

While within her Shrine, the effective range of this Noble Phantasm extends to encompass the whole of her established territory, and prolonged use with backup from local leylines becomes possible. The ultimate annoying cheat strategy for campers who like to hide in their shells like turtles.

Misc: Casual appearance.
Theme - ANGER/ANGER by MYTH&ROID

Fate/Profane Covenant

Rottweil Berzinsky

Rottweil Berzinsky, Master of Lancer

Titles: Silver Lizard
Sex: M
Alignment: Lawful Evil

History: The story of Rottweil Berzinsky begins much like any other freelance magus. Once the scion of a prominent family within the Clocktower’s Zoology Department, Rottweil broke ties with the Clocktower not out of a desire to earn money or even cause bloodshed using his abilities as a magus, though both those things were strong motivations. Rather, he sought something deviant to most magi, perhaps even heretical. More than the pursuit of Truth or the Root, Rottweil sought the embodiment of self-perfection. Having practiced body modification from a young age, he’d long ago stopped viewing it as something clinical, like just another path to the Root, and more like something sacred. The cleansing of impurities and the replacement of weak flesh with newer, stronger parts.

To Rottweil, there is nothing more important than self-improvement and getting stronger. It as central to his way of life as breathing. Even minute, incremental improvement is better than stagnation, or worse, regression. His own humanity is no obstacle to his pursuit of what he sees as self-perfection. One might even argue he stopped being human long ago, the day he took his first step on this path towards obsession. The fact that he chose reptilians as the model for his perfection is only mere coincidence; the seeds were planted in Rottweil far deeper than his family’s simple love for the cold-blooded creatures.

This was the road Rottweil walked for many years, shirking both his family and the Clocktower. He would take whatever jobs he could to make money, no matter how heinous or gruesome they might be. Every cent funded his self-experimentation, building the temple that is his body.

Until the Grail job.

After being hired by and subsequently slaughtering the “half-assed” organizer of a Subspecies Grail War, Rottweil was nearly killed when the false Grail’s energy ran wild, resulting in a massive explosion. Caught in the epicenter of the blast, Rottweil was burnt to a crisp, his vaunted “perfect body” reduced to charred flesh and bubbling blisters. To anyone else, this would have been a sobering reminder of one’s own mortality, no matter how powerful you become. To Rottweil, it was a revelation. Greater power existed than he was capable of bringing forth into the world with his own two hands. His survival was proof enough of his own strength, but having glimpsed a level beyond what he’d thought was possible, Rottweil began to crave not only the possibilities the Holy Grail offered, but the chance to test his power against the genuine article.

Personality: Perfidious and snakelike to a T, Rottweil Berzinsky is a man who cares more about the letter of the law than the spirit and who prioritizes his own wellbeing and survival to the exclusion of others. He’s the type who will unfailingly abide by a contract but unflinchingly rip even the smallest loophole wide open if it’s to his advantage, and he’s garnered a reputation for being as tricky to handle as he is good at his job. There is no loyalty in Rottweil’s world, only harsh pragmatism and coldly calculating self-interest.

Strength is everything to Rottweil, or rather, “fitness”. While he is perfectly capable of killing in any number of gruesome fashions, killing is just a part of survival, which is what Rottweil believes is a sign of true strength. “If you walk away from the fight with fewer scars than the other guy, that makes you the winner”, is the basic gist of his philosophy, and he will always opt to retreat and survive than fight and die. Out of all his modifications, the overwhelming majority are defensive or utilitarian in nature, focusing on adaptation to one’s surroundings.

On the topic of his modifications, Rottweil displays an almost religious reverence towards his craft of body modification. Truly addicted, he pursues the realization of his ideal form with feverish zeal. He idolizes reptiles as a sort of platonic ideal and seeks to imitate them in both body and in mind, applying their cold, detached psychology to everything he does. In fact, it could be said that, like reptiles, the emotions that Rottweil feels strongest are pleasure, fear, and aggression. He also happens to like dark, moist places.

Magecraft

Quality of Circuits: C
Quantity of Circuits: B
Elemental Affinity: Water
Attribute: Amendment

In addition to General Magecraft, Rottweil has an affinity for animals, with a specialization in reptiles and amphibians. He is familiar with various spells dedicated to controlling and communicating with animals, as well as performing minor divinations and curses using animal sacrifices. His familiars of choice are tiny geckos that he relies on more for information gathering than anything else.

His specialty is body modification magecraft. By applying his family’s zoological lineage to this type of magecraft, Rottweil has been able to successfully adapt and integrate the traits of numerous animals into his own body. At what point he reaches the limit of what is still human is unclear, however he estimates he’s replaced or augmented over 70% of his original body with new parts from at least a hundred different creatures. The most prominent of these changes is the armor-like silver scales that cover most of his torso and his limbs up to the forearms and all the way down to his ankles.

Mystic Codes: Thanks to extensive tinkering and “self perfection” using his body modification magecraft, Rottweil’s entire body functions as a Mystic Code emulating the physical traits and abilities of various reptiles and amphibians. The most notable abilities this grants him include:
-Regeneration: Like many reptiles, Rottweil is able to voluntarily detach and regrow his limbs, as well as rejuvenate minor injuries quickly by shedding skin. This ability makes him equal parts slippery and incredibly difficult to kill, as any attacks strong enough to pierce his skin are quickly healed or the afflicted parts jettisoned. Limbs can be regrown in about a week, while minor injuries heal overnight. More serious wounds will persist, but heal over a number of days.
-Sensory Suite: Rottweil's senses are greatly enhanced, allowing him to detect blood and faint chemical traces in the air using a modified Jacobson's organ and see clearly in low light conditions (with the tradeoff that he must wear sunglasses to conceal his slit pupils). In addition, Rottweil has implanted specialized pit organs that allow him to sense heat. This isn’t quite infrared vision but functions similarly.
-Gills: Rottweil has a set of gills on his abdomen that allow him to breathe underwater similar to a salamander or axolotl. Simple yet useful.
-Wall-Crawling: One of the most mundane yet consistently useful tools in Rottweil’s arsenal is the ability to cling to walls and ceilings like a gecko, allowing him to traverse terrain in three dimensions and giving him an extra edge in densely packed urban environments.
-Armored Scales: The Silver Lizard’s eponymous silver scales are tougher than iron and cover most of his vital spots save for his head. While he could in theory cover his entire body, he has instead opted to leave his head and halfway up his forearms exposed, simply because he could no longer fit into human society otherwise.
-Extreme Bite Force: Rottweil can exert pressures similar to a crocodilian with his bite, allowing him to snap bones like twigs and even tear off chunks of flesh. He has combined this with the ability to dislocate his jaw to swallow and bite through unexpectedly large things.
-Auto-Hemorrhaging: The ability to shoot blood from his eyes at high pressures, taken from horned lizards. This attack is as potent as a water cutter and can easily pierce and slice through flesh as well as stone and wood. Using it more than a handful of times each day can cause dehydration, not to mention substantial blood loss that leaves Rottweil feeling weak.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items: A skilled target shooter and hunter who is proficient in animal tracking. He is also an avid reptile keeper. He knows all the employees’ names at his favorite pet store by heart.

Misc: Command Spells
Theme: Selva Pulsátil by Deafkids

Rider

RIDER

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True Name: Khutulun
Sex: F
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Attribute: Man

History: Where to begin with the short but incredibly violent life of Khutulun. Born the daughter of Kaidu Khan, thus making her Genghis Khan’s great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun was raised by war in a culture that knew no weakness. In a family of fifteen children, all male save her, Khutulun still shone as the one her father was most pleased with. Highly gifted in military matters, not only did her father prize her tactical advice over any of his other children, but he rode often into battle with her as she leapt from horseback to horseback, shooting down targets and snatching grown men from their saddles like a hawk snatches chicks. Her excellence in the three most manly arts of Mongolian culture, horseback riding, archery, and wrestling, was seemingly unrivaled, a divine gift from the Eternal Blue Sky.

But of those three disciplines, the one she excelled in most was wrestling.

Eventually it came time for Khutulun to be wed. Stubbornly refusing to let her father pick for her on the grounds that he would treat her brothers no different, Khutulun devised a cunning strategy. She agreed to be wed, but only to the man who could best her in the ring. It was like this that hundreds of suitors found their way to Khutulun, each wealthier, stronger, and cockier than the last. Each bet ten or more horses, and each met the same fate. As if blessed by the heavens themselves, Khutulun reigned undefeated, claiming prize after prize after prize from her would-be suitors. It was said that at the height of her winnings, her stables held over ten thousand horses, such was the number of challengers she’d vanquished. Men of the empire and foreign dignitaries and princes alike, none stood a chance once they came face to face with Khutulun.

Eventually, faced with foul rumors of a perverse relationship with her beloved father, Khutulun was defeated not by a suitor, but by herself. Willingly choosing to sacrifice the freedom she’d fought so hard to hold onto if it meant protecting her father, she chose a suitor and was married, putting an end to her now legendary winning streak. It wasn’t long after that Kaidu lay dying, his last wish to appoint Khutulun as the next khan. Khutulun once again chose to make a sacrifice for her father’s sake, knowing that declaring her the new khan would only cause infighting amongst her siblings. What was rightfully hers, she bestowed to her brothers. She remained a proud military commander for the rest of her days, never being beaten by anyone. Except herself.

That was the life of the woman named Khutulun.

Personality: Khutulun was once aptly described as “ice that is hot”, a description that followed her for the rest of her life. Not only was she everything she shouldn’t have been by the standards of her culture, she carried herself with a proud demeanor that stung like ice in spite of the fiery heart that raged within. Distant and unreachable, she refused to submit to anyone but her father, and it was her pride that often made men shy away from her.

Within Khutulun blazed a burning desire to be free. To be beholden to no one under the Eternal Blue Sky except those she deemed worthy of her respect. To partake in the finest things in life, to fight and conquer as men fought and conquered. A vivaciousness and zest for life and living like no other had. Freedom like that would require strength. And so it was that Khutulun resolved to always be the strongest.

In terms of honor, it could be said that she has both little and an abundance. In Khutulun’s mind, there is a place for honor, and it is not the battlefield. More than just honor and pride being worthless ideals once one is killed, honor to Khutulun is a personal quality, and therefore one limited to personal affairs. Against an honorable adversary who has formally challenged her to single combat, she will afford every respect and show every courtesy. On a battlefield or in war, such as the Holy Grail War, she will employ whatever strategies and tactics are necessary to annihilate an enemy swiftly and without remorse.

To Khutulun, her Master is worthy of the same respect as her father. She will follow their orders unerringly and offer any and all aide or advice she can, so long as they hold her respect. Should they prove themselves to be unworthy, whether due to incompetence or a failure to meet her standards, she will refuse to obey any of their commands she disagrees with, save the use of a Command Spell. Her demeanor may be cold, but only to those who do not know how to speak to her and meet her on her level.

Parameters:
Strength: B
Agility: C
Endurance: C
Mana: C
Luck: B+

Class Skills
-Magic Resistance (D): Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.
-Riding (A+): All vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind.

Personal Skills
-Disengage (B): Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match (1st turn) and restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value. Befitting of Mongol hit and run tactics.
-Divinity (D): Genghis Khan was worshipped by the people of the steppes as the embodiment of the will of Tengri, the god of the Eternal Blue Sky. As the Khan's great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun has naturally inherited a modest fraction of this divinity, enough to qualify for a low rank in this skill.
-Military Tactics (B): Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Khutulun would often advise her father on military matters and was considered one of his most trusted advisors.
-Mongolia’s Three Most Manly Arts (A+++): A true champion of the Mongolian warrior arts of archery, horseback riding, and most importantly, wrestling. At this rank one could be said to be an undefeated master among masters of a 9000-year old martial tradition.

Mongolian wrestling (Bökh) incorporates a variety of techniques including trips, throws, and lifts, with wrestling champions often knowing hundreds of such techniques. While more modern rulesets and styles prohibit things like strangeholds, locks, chokes, and striking or grabbing at an opponent’s legs, the original and most ancient forms of Bökh allow almost anything to make an opponent submit, with the most common win conditions being forcing your opponent’s back, knees, or elbows to touch the ground.

Because Khutulun never lost to anyone but herself in a sport with no weight classes or age limits, she is remembered to this day as the pinnacle of athleticism and fighting prowess by her people. Such was her ability that the wrestling tradition of wearing open-chested jackets was born from her, so both combatants could know the other was not female.

Equally impressive as her hand-to-hand fighting techniques are her abilities as a mounted archer on horseback. Even while moving, she is unerringly able to hit small targets at a distance and make trickshots some would call impossible. Such is her mastery in mounted combat that she would qualify for ranks in Riding even if summoned in the Archer or Berserker class.

Noble Phantasms
Name: Will of the Eternal Blue Sky
Title: My Father’s Gift To Me
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 30
Targets: 100
Description: Within the Mongol Empire, large metal tablets called gergee were often issued as a symbol of divine authority, allowing those who bore them to command civilians to give them goods and services. Most notably, they were only ever given to men, usually those of great power and influence. Khutulun is the only woman known to have ever received one, and it symbolizes both her father’s trust in her as well as her status as the woman who could have become khan.

When invoked, Will of the Eternal Blue Sky manifests this privilege as a fear effect that causes a Rank Down in all stats against those who are not rulers or nobility (in effect, those that do not possess Divinity or Charisma of a certain rank). In addition, whether they would qualify for it or not, the bearer of the gergee is treated as having Charisma (C) for so long as they hold it. Uniquely among such Noble Phantasms, Will of the Eternal Blue Sky can be temporarily “loaned” to others as a symbol of Khutulun’s status and leadership, allowing those that have earned her trust to effectively speak for her in her absence.

Name: The Stables of Heaven
Title: The Myriad Gifts of My Many Suitors
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-100
Targets: 10000
Description: By the time she married, it was said Khutulun had won over ten thousand of the finest horses from the masses of suitors vying for her hand in marriage. Each of these magnificent beasts, many of whom could be called Heroic Spirits in their own right, now accompany her in her new life as a Servant. Summoned from within a maelstrom as if the Eternal Blue Sky itself wept at their presence, Khutulun’s endless stables contain bay horses, draft horses, war horses, even vicious man-eating horses, each loyal to the last. The sight of these majestic beasts is enough to bring most normal men to tears, and each is worth their weight in gold.

By holding her gergee aloft and proudly proclaiming her title and birthright, Khutulun can summon up to a hundred of these horses at once anywhere within 50m. Each horse is equivalent to an E-rank Servant in stats and can easily hold their own in battle, following Khutulun’s commands perfectly as if they can read her will. Should one of the horses be slain, it is dismissed back into the Stables and will be unable to be summoned again for up to two to three days. While she normally only summons up to a couple dozen at a time to conserve their number, it is possible to bring forth the entirety of the Stables of Heaven at once, in a final desperation attack called Moonlit Conquest.

Less of a proper Noble Phantasm in and of itself and more a sure-kill move, Moonlit Conquest: Let Loose the Stables of Heaven! is the fullest expression of the power contained within the Stables of Heaven. By relying on backup from the Master and nearly exhausting her own supply of magical energy, Khutulun is able to summon every single one of the horses in her possession, letting loose a stampede of hero-grade horses to trample her enemies. Less a simple herd and more of a mobile carpet bombing, the massive procession of magical beasts reduces all in their path to dust and rubble, charging unimpeded through any and all obstacles and flattening the earth beneath their hooves. This is a Noble Phantasm truly deserving of the type "Anti-Army", as it is an embodiment of the notion of "scorched earth tactics".

Misc: Theme: Sea of Fire ＜OrCH＞ ft. (Vocal: Eliana) by Hiroyuki Sawano
POV: Khutulun is about to kick you in the face.

Fate/Profane Covenant

Rottweil Berzinsky

Rottweil Berzinsky

Titles: Silver Lizard
Sex: M
Alignment: Lawful Evil

History: The story of Rottweil Berzinsky begins much like any other freelance magus. Once the scion of a prominent family within the Clocktower’s Zoology Department, Rottweil broke ties with the Clocktower not out of a desire to earn money or even cause bloodshed using his abilities as a magus, though both those things were strong motivations. Rather, he sought something deviant to most magi, perhaps even heretical. More than the pursuit of Truth or the Root, Rottweil sought the embodiment of self-perfection. Having practiced body modification from a young age, he’d long ago stopped viewing it as something clinical, like just another path to the Root, and more like something sacred. The cleansing of impurities and the replacement of weak flesh with newer, stronger parts.

To Rottweil, there is nothing more important than self-improvement and getting stronger. It as central to his way of life as breathing. Even minute, incremental improvement is better than stagnation, or worse, regression. His own humanity is no obstacle to his pursuit of what he sees as self-perfection. One might even argue he stopped being human long ago, the day he took his first step on this path towards obsession. The fact that he chose reptilians as the model for his perfection is only mere coincidence; the seeds were planted in Rottweil far deeper than his family’s simple love for the cold-blooded creatures.

This was the road Rottweil walked for many years, shirking both his family and the Clocktower. He would take whatever jobs he could to make money, no matter how heinous or gruesome they might be. Every cent funded his self-experimentation, building the temple that is his body.

Until the Grail job.

After being hired by and subsequently slaughtering the “half-assed” organizer of a Subspecies Grail War, Rottweil was nearly killed when the false Grail’s energy ran wild, resulting in a massive explosion. Caught in the epicenter of the blast, Rottweil was burnt to a crisp, his vaunted “perfect body” reduced to charred flesh and bubbling blisters. To anyone else, this would have been a sobering reminder of one’s own mortality, no matter how powerful you become. To Rottweil, it was a revelation. Greater power existed than he was capable of bringing forth into the world with his own two hands. His survival was proof enough of his own strength, but having glimpsed a level beyond what he’d thought was possible, Rottweil began to crave not only the possibilities the Holy Grail offered, but the chance to test his power against the genuine article.

Personality: Perfidious and snakelike to a T. A man who cares more about the letter of the law than the spirit and who prioritizes his own wellbeing and survival to the exclusion of others. He idolizes reptiles as a sort of platonic ideal and seeks to imitate them and their cold, detached psychology in everything he does. In fact, it could be said that, like reptiles, the emotions that Rottweil feels strongest are pleasure, fear, and aggression. Likes dark, moist places.

Magecraft

Quality of Circuits: C
Quantity of Circuits: B
Elemental Affinity: Water
Attribute: Amendment

In addition to General Magecraft, Rottweil has an affinity for animals, with a specialization in reptiles and amphibians. He is familiar with various spells dedicated to controlling and communicating with animals, as well as performing minor divinations and curses using animal sacrifices. His familiars of choice are tiny geckos that he relies on more for information gathering than anything else.

His specialty is body modification magecraft. By applying his family’s zoological lineage to this type of magecraft, Rottweil has been able to successfully adapt and integrate the traits of numerous animals into his own body. At what point he reaches the limit of what is still human is unclear, however he estimates he’s replaced or augmented over 70% of his original body with new parts from at least a hundred different creatures. The most prominent of these changes is the armor-like silver scales that cover most of his torso and his limbs up to the forearms and all the way down to his ankles.

Mystic Codes: Thanks to extensive tinkering and “self perfection” using his body modification magecraft, Rottweil’s entire body functions as a Mystic Code emulating the physical traits and abilities of various reptiles and amphibians. The most notable abilities this grants him include:
-Regeneration: Like many reptiles, Rottweil is able to voluntarily detach and regrow his limbs, as well as rejuvenate minor injuries quickly by shedding skin. This ability makes him equal parts slippery and incredibly difficult to kill, as any attacks strong enough to pierce his skin are quickly healed or the afflicted parts jettisoned. Limbs can be regrown in about a week, while minor injuries heal overnight. More serious wounds will persist, but heal over a number of days.
-Sensory Suite: Rottweil's senses are greatly enhanced, allowing him to detect blood and faint chemical traces in the air using a modified Jacobson's organ and see clearly in low light conditions (with the tradeoff that he must wear sunglasses to conceal his slit pupils). In addition, Rottweil has implanted specialized pit organs that allow him to sense heat. This isn’t quite infrared vision but functions similarly.
-Gills: Rottweil has a set of gills on his abdomen that allow him to breathe underwater similar to a salamander or axolotl. Simple yet useful.
-Wall-Crawling: One of the most mundane yet consistently useful tools in Rottweil’s arsenal is the ability to cling to walls and ceilings like a gecko, allowing him to traverse terrain in three dimensions and giving him an extra edge in densely packed urban environments.
-Armored Scales: The Silver Lizard’s eponymous silver scales are tougher than iron and cover most of his vital spots save for his head. While he could in theory cover his entire body, he has instead opted to leave his head and halfway up his forearms exposed, simply because he could no longer fit into human society otherwise.
-Extreme Bite Force: Rottweil can exert pressures similar to a crocodilian with his bite, allowing him to snap bones like twigs and even tear off chunks of flesh. He has combined this with the ability to dislocate his jaw to swallow and bite through unexpectedly large things.
-Auto-Hemorrhaging: The ability to shoot blood from his eyes at high pressures, taken from horned lizards. This attack is as potent as a water cutter and can easily pierce and slice through flesh as well as stone and wood.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items: A skilled target shooter and hunter who is proficient in animal tracking. He is also an avid reptile keeper. He knows all the employees’ names at his favorite pet store by heart.

Misc: Command Spells

Rider

RIDER

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True Name: Khutulun
Sex: F
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Attribute: Man

History: Where to begin with the short but incredibly violent life of Khutulun. Born the daughter of Kaidu Khan, thus making her Genghis Khan’s great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun was raised by war in a culture that knew no weakness. In a family of fifteen children, all male save her, Khutulun still shone as the one her father was most pleased with. Highly gifted in military matters, not only did her father prize her tactical advice over any of his other children, but he rode often into battle with her as she leapt from horseback to horseback, shooting down targets and snatching grown men from their saddles like a hawk snatches chicks. Her excellence in the three most manly arts of Mongolian culture, horseback riding, archery, and wrestling, was seemingly unrivaled, a divine gift from the Eternal Blue Sky.

But of those three disciplines, the one she excelled in most was wrestling.

Eventually it came time for Khutulun to be wed. Stubbornly refusing to let her father pick for her on the grounds that he would treat her brothers no different, Khutulun devised a cunning strategy. She agreed to be wed, but only to the man who could best her in the ring. It was like this that hundreds of suitors found their way to Khutulun, each wealthier, stronger, and cockier than the last. Each bet ten or more horses, and each met the same fate. As if blessed by the heavens themselves, Khutulun reigned undefeated, claiming prize after prize after prize from her would-be suitors. It was said that at the height of her winnings, her stables held over ten thousand horses, such was the number of challengers she’d vanquished. Men of the empire and foreign dignitaries and princes alike, none stood a chance once they came face to face with Khutulun.

Eventually, faced with foul rumors of a perverse relationship with her beloved father, Khutulun was defeated not by a suitor, but by herself. Willingly choosing to sacrifice the freedom she’d fought so hard to hold onto if it meant protecting her father, she chose a suitor and was married, putting an end to her now legendary winning streak. It wasn’t long after that Kaidu lay dying, his last wish to appoint Khutulun as the next khan. Khutulun once again chose to make a sacrifice for her father’s sake, knowing that declaring her the new khan would only cause infighting amongst her siblings. What was rightfully hers, she bestowed to her brothers. She remained a proud military commander for the rest of her days, never being beaten by anyone. Except herself.

That was the life of the woman named Khutulun.

Personality: Khutulun was once aptly described as “ice that is hot”, a description that followed her for the rest of her life. Not only was she everything she shouldn’t have been by the standards of her culture, she carried herself with a proud demeanor that stung like ice in spite of the fiery heart that raged within. Distant and unreachable, she refused to submit to anyone but her father, and it was her pride that often made men shy away from her.

Within Khutulun blazed a burning desire to be free. To be beholden to no one under the Eternal Blue Sky except those she deemed worthy of her respect. To partake in the finest things in life, to fight and conquer as men fought and conquered. A vivaciousness and zest for life and living like no other had. Freedom like that would require strength. And so it was that Khutulun resolved to always be the strongest.

To Khutulun, her Master is worthy of the same respect as her father. Should they prove otherwise, she will refuse to obey any of their commands she disagrees with, save the use of a Command Spell. Her demeanor may be cold, but only to those who do not know how to speak to her and meet her on her level.

Parameters:
Strength: B
Agility: C
Endurance: C
Mana: C
Luck: B+

Class Skills
-Magic Resistance (D): Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.
-Riding (A+): All vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind.

Personal Skills
-Disengage (B): Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match (1st turn) and restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value. Befitting of Mongol hit and run tactics.
-Divinity (D): Genghis Khan was worshipped by the people of the steppes as the embodiment of the will of Tengri, the god of the Eternal Blue Sky. As the Khan's great-great-granddaughter, Khutulun has naturally inherited a modest fraction of this divinity, enough to qualify for a low rank in this skill.
-Military Tactics (B): Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Khutulun would often advise her father on military matters and was considered one of his most trusted advisors.
-Mongolia’s Three Most Manly Arts (A+++): A true champion of the Mongolian warrior arts of archery, horseback riding, and most importantly, wrestling. At this rank one could be said to be an undefeated master among masters of a 9000-year old martial tradition. Because Khutulun never lost to anyone but herself in a sport with no weight classes or age limits, she is remembered to this day as the pinnacle of athleticism and fighting prowess by her people. Such was her ability that the wrestling tradition of wearing open-chested jackets was born from her, so both combatants could know the other was not female.

Equally impressive as her hand-to-hand fighting techniques are her abilities as a mounted archer on horseback. Even while moving, she is unerringly able to hit small targets at a distance and make trickshots some would call impossible. Such is her mastery in mounted combat that she would qualify for ranks in Riding even if summoned in the Archer or Berserker class.

Noble Phantasms
Name: Will of the Eternal Blue Sky
Title: My Father’s Gift To Me
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 30
Targets: 100
Description: Within the Mongol Empire, large metal tablets called gergee were often issued as a symbol of divine authority, allowing those who bore them to command civilians to give them goods and services. Most notably, they were only ever given to men, usually those of great power and influence. Khutulun is the only woman known to have ever received one, and it symbolizes both her father’s trust in her as well as her status as the woman who could have become khan.

When invoked, Will of the Eternal Blue Sky manifests this privilege as a fear effect that causes a Rank Down in all stats against those who are not rulers or nobility (in effect, those that do not possess Divinity or Charisma of a certain rank). In addition, whether they would qualify for it or not, the bearer of the gergee is treated as having Charisma (C) for so long as they hold it. Uniquely among such Noble Phantasms, Will of the Eternal Blue Sky can be temporarily “loaned” to others as a symbol of Khutulun’s status and leadership, allowing those that have earned her trust to effectively speak for her in her absence.

Name: The Stables of Heaven
Title: The Myriad Gifts of My Many Suitors
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-100
Targets: 10000
Description: By the time she married, it was said Khutulun had won over ten thousand of the finest horses from the masses of suitors vying for her hand in marriage. Each of these magnificent beasts, many of whom could be called Heroic Spirits in their own right, now accompany her in her new life as a Servant. Summoned from within a maelstrom as if the Eternal Blue Sky itself wept at their presence, Khutulun’s endless stables contain bay horses, draft horses, war horses, even vicious man-eating horses, each loyal to the last. The sight of these majestic beasts is enough to bring most normal men to tears, and each is worth their weight in gold.

By holding her gergee aloft and proudly proclaiming her title and birthright, Khutulun can summon up to a hundred of these horses at once anywhere within 50m. Each horse is equivalent to an E-rank Servant in stats and can easily hold their own in battle, following Khutulun’s commands perfectly as if they can read her will. Should one of the horses be slain, it is dismissed back into the Stables and will be unable to be summoned again for up to two to three days. While she normally only summons up to a couple dozen at a time to conserve their number, it is possible to bring forth the entirety of the Stables of Heaven at once, in a final desperation attack called Moonlit Conquest.

Less of a proper Noble Phantasm in and of itself and more a sure-kill move, Moonlit Conquest: Let Loose the Stables of Heaven! is the fullest expression of the power contained within the Stables of Heaven. By relying on backup from the Master and nearly exhausting her own supply of magical energy, Khutulun is able to summon every single one of the horses in her possession, letting loose a stampede of hero-grade horses to trample her enemies. Less a simple herd and more of a mobile carpet bombing, the massive procession of magical beasts reduces all in their path to dust and rubble, charging unimpeded through any and all obstacles and flattening the earth beneath their hooves. This is a Noble Phantasm truly deserving of the type "Anti-Army", as it is an embodiment of the notion of "scorched earth tactics".

Misc: POV: Khutulun is about to kick you in the face.

Fate/profane covenant

Rottweil Berzinsky

Rottweil Berzinsky

Titles: Silver Lizard

Sex: M

Alignment: Lawful Evil

History: WIP.

Personality: Perfidious and snakelike to a T. A man who cares more about the letter of the law than the spirit and who prioritizes his own wellbeing and survival to the exclusion of others. He idolizes reptiles as a sort of platonic ideal and seeks to imitate them and their cold, detached psychology in everything he does. In fact, it could be said that, like reptiles, the emotions that Rottweil feels strongest are pleasure, fear, and aggression. Likes dark, moist places.

Magecraft

Quality of Circuits: C

Quantity of Circuits: B

Elemental Affinity: Water

Attribute: Absorption

Magecraft: In addition to General Magecraft, Rottweil has an affinity for animals, with a specialization in reptiles and amphibians. He is familiar with various spells dedicated to controlling and communicating with animals, as well as performing minor divinations and curses using animal sacrifices. His familiars of choice are tiny geckos that he relies on more for information gathering than anything else.

His specialty is body modification magecraft. By applying his family’s zoological lineage to this type of magecraft, Rottweil has been able to successfully adapt and integrate the traits of numerous animals into his own body. At what point he reaches the limit of what is still human is unclear, however he estimates he’s replaced or augmented over 70% of his original body with new parts from at least a hundred different creatures. The most prominent of these changes is the armor-like silver scales that cover most of his torso and his limbs up to the forearms and all the way down to his ankles.

Mystic Codes: Thanks to extensive tinkering and “self perfection” using his body modification magecraft, Rottweil’s entire body functions as a Mystic Code emulating the physical traits and abilities of various reptiles and amphibians. The most notable abilities this grants him include:
-Regeneration: Like many reptiles, Rottweil is able to voluntarily detach and regrow his limbs, as well as rejuvenate minor injuries quickly by shedding skin. This ability makes him equal parts slippery and incredibly difficult to kill, as any attacks strong enough to pierce his skin are quickly healed or the afflicted parts jettisoned. Limbs can be regrown in about a week, while minor injuries heal overnight. More serious wounds will persist, but heal over a number of days.
-Pit Organs: Like a pit viper, Rottweil has implanted specialized organs that allow him to sense heat. This isn’t quite infrared vision but functions similarly, a compromise Rottweil had to make to maintain his ability to blend in with normal people (slitted eyes not being terribly inconspicuous).
-Gills: Rottweil has a set of gills on his abdomen that allow him to breathe underwater similar to a salamander or axolotl. Simple yet useful.
-Wall-Crawling: One of the most mundane yet consistently useful tools in Rottweil’s arsenal is the ability to cling to walls and ceilings like a gecko, allowing him to traverse terrain in three dimensions and giving him an extra edge in densely packed urban environments.
-Armored Scales: The Silver Lizard’s eponymous silver scales are tougher than iron and cover most of his vital spots save for his head. While he could in theory cover his entire body, he has instead opted to leave his head and halfway up his forearms exposed, simply because he could no longer fit into human society otherwise.
-Venomous Saliva: Taken not from komodo dragons but from a variety of viper and cobra species, Rottweil can inject those he bites with a potent blend of neurotoxins and mycotoxins that paralyze muscles and inhibit breathing, causing the victim to, at best, sieze up and collapse. At worst… use your imagination. Luckily the particular toxins he uses don’t work when spat like some snakes, an ability he considered adding in the past.
-Extreme Bite Force: Rottweil can exert pressures similar to a crocodilian with his bite, allowing him to snap bones like twigs and even tear off chunks of flesh. He has combined this with the ability to dislocate his jaw to swallow and bite through unexpectedly large things.
-Auto-Hemorrhaging: The ability to shoot blood from his eyes at high pressures, taken from horned lizards. This attack is as potent as a water cutter and can easily pierce and slice through flesh as well as stone and wood.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items: A skilled target shooter and hunter who is proficient in animal tracking. He is also an avid reptile keeper. He knows all the employees’ names at his favorite pet store by heart.

Putting this here so I can edit it later.

EDIT: Might as well put this here too:

Faker

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Class: Faker

True Name: Kuzunoha

Sex: F

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Attribute: Earth

History:

Personality:

Parameters:
Strength: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Agility: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Endurance: D (+ when using Shapeshift)
Mana: A
Luck: A+

Class Skills
-Independent Action (A): It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.
-Camouflage (A+): At this rank, it is possible to fool an opponent by appearing as another Class with different parameters. Kuzunoha receives a rank-up in this skill proportional to her rank in the Personal Skill Shapeshift.

Personal Skills
-Shapeshift (A+): Can freely assume a wide variety of forms ranging from beautiful women to 9 ft tall demons and even appear as multiple distinct entities, such as a procession of soldiers. Division decreases the stats of each body proportionally, while temporarily increasing stats by assuming different forms is possible. Increasing one stat at a time is fine but two or more begins to consume magical energy at the rate of a minor Noble Phantasm.
-Disengage (B): Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match (1st turn) and restores the condition of this Skill to the initial value.
-Clairvoyance (EX): An exception among exceptions, this skill normally belonging to Grand Casters has manifested in the Faker class. As the mother of Japan’s greatest onmyōji and the source of most of his supernatural abilities, it is only natural that Kuzunoha would possess similar attributes. While Abe no Seimei purportedly possessed Mystic Eyes that allowed him to see “further than the future”, Kuzunoha’s Mystic Eyes are those that cannot help but dwell on the past. With them she can follow the world line of any person or object in her field of view and instantaneously trace it back to any point in time, discerning any and all relevant information. Because the vast volume of information easily overwhelms the mind of any sentient being, the ability serves more as a search function that picks out only the information Kuzunoha is looking for. Because of this minor yet fatal flaw, information that could be important can be lost if she is not specifically looking for it.

Noble Phantasms
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Misc: Casual appearance.

Fate/profane covenant

Yo lemme in on this. Thinking I might play one of the unused Masters of Red (because I was sad when they got the shaft).

EDIT: Also, thinking of claiming either Momotaro, Princess Kaguya, or Kuzunoha.

Just Another Hero

I’m sorry everyone but I’m afraid I’ll be dropping this RP. I wasn’t expecting it to get quite this big or move this fast and after seeing the activity the past few days, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with it.

Feel free to continue using Jackalope as an NPC if you want, I would like that.

Just Another Hero

Wanted to get something out so here’s a quick WIP and an explanation of her Quirk while I finish the rest. The basic idea is that she originally worked as your average desk jockey before a traumatic villain attack on her office/coworkers motivated her to pursue a career in heroism.