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@Kala @seirei no hai @DarckLeon @Breo @GreenGoat

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - Man of Beast

“!”
He wasn’t about to be denied. He wasn’t about to be shown up.

So he decided to direct his aggression elsewhere. Lancer’s breaking away wasn’t contested… if anything.

Archer charged forth, letting out a spirited cry as he unleashed his own barrage of fists on the flying metal. The power of the intruding third servant was immense. But there was no way it could stand up to two legends. The fists of Archer and the frame of Lancer’s weapon halted the flight of the car.. Then it began to shatter, then it flew back in a cloud of razor sharp chunk and dust that buffeted the Berserker in a gust.

“You’re pretty strong too, aren’t you. Too bad, I’m still stronger.” The comment was directed to both, but he turned to Lancer with his growing smile. He spoke, both to his foe, and to his master. Physically and mentally he offered a proposal.

“Let’s fight. I want to see what you can do.”

He nodded his head at the third party’s direction. “A battle to show that I’m stronger than you. We can compete by seeing whose fists beat him down better. Works for us doesn’t it?”

An alliance, and yet not. It was a competition and an invitation both to ally and foe.

“Regardless… I’m not gonna wait around.”

He charged, fists lashing out at Berserker.

How he’d move, how Archer should move. Both were felt and even if he was overwhelming in power…

Well, it wasn’t like he was out of reach.

“Now you smell like a beast. But do I gotta beat the truth out of you?”

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@Kala @seirei no hai @DarckLeon

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - Fists and Men [3]

He weaved around the first, then smashed apart the second with his fist. Archer was about to dive in, snarling like the beasts he hunts. But-

He stopped, foot grinding into the dirt. He lifted his arms up crossing them and leaping back. But the bench struck him, and despite his block and movements away from it, he still flew forth, crashing into the structure aimed for.

“You’ve got a lotta power. But we both know there’s more. So, what class are you anyway? WIth that sorta gaze and that strength you can’t be a Berserker. Are you a Knight Class too?”

Tilting his head for a crack of his neck as he climbed out of the rubble that ripped holes through the interior of the building like bullets. He walked out with a grin. The amount of damage he took was less than his foe, although it wasn't as small as he'd have hoped. Really, it was scary that a full on direct hit from his fist could be compared at all. This man could keep up, more than that. Perhaps he was even better at using his body as a weapon in martial arts than Archer, on top of that prodigious strength.

But.

“Or should I ask those fists some more?”

If Lancer had an ability of perception and the channel of his brain that allowed him to follow what was acted with a greater ability than any other. Then it could only be a tool to react to that which is occurring. Powerful as it was it was one that was always on the backpedal in comparison to Archer's ability to feel actions before they happened. Knowing what to do to best strike at his foe and trust in the perception of his body was without a doubt a superior sense that bridged the gap between their strength and Lancer's edge when it came to martial arts.

But what if Archer could close the gap between their strengths?

A fight to prove himself as the greatest, a battle to establish himself and prove the worth of his existence. Esau, the man born with a mighty body, who lauded in his strengths and drank of the pleasures of the earth. He dyed in red.

It was only in such a fight that he reached his full potential.

He launched himself forth, unleashing a barrage of strikes at Lancer's face. Now their blows were equal. The change in power melded with the guiding of his instinct and now he struck, slamming a fist into the side of Lancer.

"If this war has just another like you then it's a rebirth and sabbath more than worth it. But I have no intent of just keeping up with you. The strongest winner in this war.. is me!"

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@Kala @seirei no hai @DarckLeon

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - Fists and Men [2]

He felt the other servant's body creak and break under his fist. But he still stood. Of course, of course. He wouldn't be a worthy opponent if he was too hobbled by one blow. A good hit, a damaging hit, but hardly crippling.

In his senses Archer was superior. But as they warned him to break away, Archer letting out a grunt as he broke off his grasp and shifted to blunt the strike of the knee, backing away and also bringing his own feet up to push away at the side of his leg to redirect the blow. The knee skirted the side of Archer, not striking directly, half gliding off at speeds no normal mortal could follow. Pain blared as despite it being a glancing blow...

Ah, he was stronger. In terms of physical power and the weight behind his blow, Lancer was much stronger. But it was ok. He wouldn't lose.

"Now that's something." he cooed, quite clearly impressed. "But all it takes is one ill aimed hit and the frail will go flying. But not that you care, right? Of course you don't care, it's hardly important. What matters is yourself. Not what you're born into, not what people say you're tied to. Your strength, your own talents, your own wants. Isn't that what we should chase instead of rules we never agreed to?"

That said he didn't mind moving to another location for other reasons.

"Still... let's go."

He broke away, first at a slow pace that wasn't all that odd for a human, but he began to accelerate, more and more as he rushed through the streets and crowds of the lit Las Vegas, exiting the strip. His fists flew and exchanged with Lancer when he followed, and weaving and striking, the two sent cracks through walls in passing, blew craters into the streets from their footwork and broke glass with the force of their redirected and parried fists.

Such a clash was enough to work up a sweat as a warm up.

But now they could go all out.

Movement

Las Vegas Strip -> Spring Valley Community Park.

As the two entered a park, they broke the streets and ripped apart the small pockets of green that pleased the locals in the desert. But it was when they entered a playing ground that Archer made his first notable move. retreating near a swing, he swept at it with his palm to send it flying towards Lancer's face while he himself followed through on the motion, bringing his arm back in a elbow strike towards his foe's center.

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@Kala @seirei no hai @DarckLeon

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - Fists and Men

“Oh, here they come.”

He felt it, he knew it. It was coming.

"That the master there? What do you think of him?" He asked Ahmicqui over their link as Lancer disrobed. The display and action brought a quirk of Archer's brow, but he simply took it in stride as he spared a moment to look over the older man that held a certain poise and backbone that was evident to the eye. Still, he was old, and more than that he felt old. It was a different kind of age, of a man in comparison to an ancient when he looked at the two masters in comparison. Not that his master was as old as some he had met in in life whether beast or "man" mind.

Still his attention was primarily on his "equal", the man he sought to prove himself mightier than. The primordial man shifted as Lancer moved, yet despite the intent and power that came at him his grin did not falter. "You're pretty fast! A wrestler too... well, it's funny."

The punch swung into empty air as Archer shifted, twisting his body and holding out his elbow while clenching his fist against his hip so as to allow it to sail into the empty gap. His grin only grew as he closed it off, wrapping around and squeezing down on Lancer’s wrist. The predicted strike was both negated and countered in a single response as he moved to pin down and invite Lancer into the grapple he so wanted, the red man’s hand grasping Lancer’s elbow and giving him a tug back to force the Lancer off his footing and pulling him into Archer’s space.

“I’m not my brother who likes to drag people down by their ankles, but I’ve beat down a lot of beasts myself.”

Archer’s right hand swung out in a punch, aiming for his chest, aiming for the breast that was exposed by his pinned arm and position.

Good.
_Blood
His Red flowed and rushed, his skin danced with lightning and his instinct was loud and clear about this servant. He was strong, this would be a good fight. This was not a battle between two wild beasts, but rather men surrounded by them. Men of the earth, men of savage civilization. Nation and King clashed with their fists. A keen eye against a keen sense.

“Come on, show me what you’ve got!”

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@Kala @seirei no hai @DarckLeon

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - Coming Closer

“Oh, here they come.”

Really, sure they weren’t hiding themselves. But it was rude, timid for them to not make a show of themselves. To Archer it clicked. This wasn’t a rival, not yet anyway. This was prey.

Half the drink was gone by the time Archer rose to his feet. Walking against the crowd, people parting in the wake of the massive man. He made a show of himself, raising a fist into the air. A guts pose, a clenched arm showing off his body and declaring a victory.

“Hey, there. You’ve come to fight, right?”

Appearing before the two he was without a doubt a servant. Holding no weapon, and surprisingly relaxed, filled with openings. Confidence and power. Clearly itching for a fight and yet not in a stance prepared for one. Despite all that he was obviously eyeing Lancer head to toe. A wild glint evaluated him like a beast on the hunt, and yet his eyes wandered to the space around them as well.

Really, what was up with this guy?

"Because I've been waiting. Let's go, huh?"

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@Kala @red alice

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - The Hunt For Fun [2]

“They’re taking a while aren’t they? Well, we need something to go with that drink… Ah, but isn’t that a bit off model now?” He snickered, both at the joke, and also at the current state of the tower. “But hmm.. If there’s anything to add.. Well, you’ve shown me the modern, how about I show you something in return?”

The eyes of Archer found themselves trailing the various birds that took flight in the strip. Normally such a thing was hardly abnormal but..

Something about them felt off, something about them felt right.

He flicked a fallen chip at one of them. The powerful flat-circle smashed into the side of its face, rattling its brain and stunning it to bring it to the ground. Measured power to not demolish its structure and preserve its body for harvest.

With a grin he swiftly pounced, looking more like a beast in the form of a man as he chased down his prey. Even as he moved his hand flicked out, grabbing what he could to pelt down a number of other similar birds. Soon enough, he had managed to collect a full roster of pidgeons. Totting them in one hand as he returned. The whirlwind of motion he left in his wake was one that was hardly subtle, but he managed to surprisingly not bowl the many people around or destroy anything. Still, subtle was not really the word for what he was being and if the two didn’t have any glances before, the crowds that could firmly get a look at the pidgeon-hunting man bringing forth his spoils surely were keeping an eye on them by now.

“Hey, master. There’s something up with these so I dunno if you want to eat them? Oh me however? Again, nothing to it. It’s not as bad as some dirty water even. Well, maybe it's a poor gift but whatever it's what we got. It's what we eat."

Water flowed, and so did people. The blood that pulsed through life drove the body, and likewise the rivers that ran across the lands were the gathering points for civilization and beasts both. At bodies of water did order congregate, natural or societal. In a sense it was order and reason, and in that flow, held art as well.

But what Archer brought, setting it up on the table of all things, managing to have enough leaves and plucked up discarded wrappings, tickets and paper goods, was fodder and tinder for a roasting fire. A nail running across the bald patch showed that he needed no real knife. With his bare hands he twisted, pulled, sliced and skinned it.

All in all, they soon began to sizzle and roast. Put on the fire, impaled by sticks he deemed clean enough, whistling without a care of the stares around him or the pollen that had latched onto them.

“Hmm, I don’t think this is something common to this area however. Especially a bunch like these? I dunno if modern humans could handle this. I don’t know what’d happen but something would. Something is here.. Some sort of plant stuff. Maybe they’d be turned into plants too, or maybe they’ll die.. Or maybe they’ll be sneezing for the next few days nonstop?”

He speculated as he took one off the fire. As he spoke of death he began to put some ketchup leftover from their first meal of the night, those burgers on.

“Ah well, maybe it’s one of the other masters or something? Nice of them to offer a snack but they should come out already… Or are they saying that they haven’t seen me?”

His cheeks lifted, his eyes narrowed. The first hint of dark aggression, of annoyance and… perhaps something more flashing on Archer’s face.

And then he shoved an entire roasted bird into his mouth.

“Ah. Yep, it works pretty well. This ketchup is pretty handy, really!... Mhm. If no one comes in a bit we'll open up that cup. Maybe I'll start shooting and make a mess. Sometimes you need to start a fire in the forest to get the herds running out. We'll just shoot anything that might be a hideaway. If it's a matter of destroying just a room in a... what're they called? Hotels? Leave it to me.

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@Kala

Red Archer

Las Vegas Strip - The Hunt For Fun [1]

“Hohh.. Well then, I’m not one to say no to whatever’s put in-front of me." Sniffing every other second as they walked into the store, Archer seemed to relax and grin as he brandished his finger at the colorful menu. “You get to see what you get huh? Really, that’s real convenient. Still, just looking at it like that doesn’t tell you much.”

He shook his head before leaning back as they joined the line. Even peaking so he towered over the other individuals around them. Getting in their way and yet paying them no mind. His eyes focused on the spreads out on the tables around them. Sniffs came with each shift of his eyes as he looked over at the onion rings, shakes, sodas, alcoholic drinks and of course, burgers about.

“I smell a lot of things. Some of it… my brother probably wouldn’t be able to handle it with his weaker stomach. It’s very greasy, it’s interesting. Just how many of those things are cooking on those grills? It’s like they’re putting an entire cow there by the minute! You know? There’s a lotta sweet too, some sour. Mainly sweet… I can feel my eyes almost water from here too.”
Keen without being sensitive. Able to take in the world around him and understand it. Like a beast, like a man both. By the time they ordered he was getting a number of stares from various other patrons, even as drunkards and the elated skirt-chasers at the hems of Lady Fortune flooded in and out.

He picked out from the tray in Ahmicqui’s hands one of the greasy bundles of meat and sauces and crammed half of it in his mouth.

“MHh.. Ah.”

His grin grew larger as he shoved the rest of it in. “Tshg good. I like-” he interrupted himself to pick out a number of the fries peaking out to shove it into his mouth.
“Yeah, this is good. I’m ready for more.” he said without shame even as when they finally sat down he began to pick at the rest of the fries, perhaps taking a bit more time as he popped them in one by one this time. It wasn’t a sense of him conserving what was left with the amount of food he had beng depleted. It was a moment of leisure, of Archer simply enjoying it.

In other words he ate it how he wanted to even if that whim changed without care about how he would want to enjoy the meal as a whole. He sated the craving that panged in his stomach the moment it came.

“We only got the night right? Then let’s make the best of it.”

And so they ate.

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Corndogs by the handful crammed into his mouth, the sticks poking out of his maw as the hint as to the nature of his bulging cheeks. Even then his lips were pursed around a thick straw digging into the ice cold slush of a blended alcoholic drink.

_{“Haven’t ya seen? MY Endurance is B, and I’m me. A drink or two won’t do anything-”}

Or so he said.

Regardless, he weaved and went, on instinct as he was led by also pushed for their path. He had a sense for the flow, going to shops that were easy to slip in, and also turned out to be what appealed well to his tastes. As a result. He had a massive bag that was filled with nothing but food, filling as quick as his mouth.. And emptying not so coincidentally, as quickly too..

That said he was doing more than just gorge himself. He was relaxed, hardly cautious as he focused solely on his enjoyment.

But there was no need to be cautious, for he trusted his body and he trusted himself. The moment danger… no, fun came, he would know and be prepared.

“Yo, master. What sort of guy do you think’ll come out first?”
He took a chipped off piece of wood he broke off from a tree in passing earlier. It was used as a toothpick, Archer cleaned out his teeth and chewed it down into a fine point and dart at the same time. Now, tossing it about in his hand and letting it twirl in the sky, he played with it a bit before he sent it flying with a burst of movement from his wrist. The javelin-like toothpick flew, roaring like a screaming bird as it soared to the neon lit sky and crashed into the replica of the Eiffel Tower. Metal whined and cried out as it bent, the lattice structure crumpling and bending. The tower did not snap, nor did it break. But the sound and the sight of the landmark going dark as its tip bent was noticeable for all in the strip. For those with keen sight and special attention to this fated night it was Archer's declaration of war.

This was the beginning of the Holy Grail War.

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@Kala

Red Archer

“Hmm. So this is the modern world.” That was the first thing he had said to his master.
Archer had seemed a imposing man, quiet but imposing. He asked basic analytical questions, mainly about the powers of his master, and on his own abilities. Proud, confident. He boasted of his raw power, and his ability, but delving into the specifics he was surprisingly precise and analytical. Despite his ego, he was, befitting his history, the hunter from which Israel fled from.

But that all changed the moment he noticed the city around them as they left the space that they met in. Jumping up to a lamp post to crouch over and hold onto, he let out a whistle as he took in the overwhelming sights of Las Vegas. His eyes had a glint of hunger, the excitement of anticipation as they scanned the bright cityscape. “I want to head out and have fun, master. I’ll give you victory, but it’s fine if I go out, right?”

He grinned. His blood was practically boiling, his gaze unable to focus as he looked at attraction after attraction. Just how many things were there? “Oh?.. that’s a crazy drink. It’s a buncha colors. Blue.. purple… pink… orange. Wait, that’s food? That’s not bread.. Wait is that bread? I’m not sure even I could fit that into my mouth.”

The sight of an experienced hunter, and the city-viewing gaze of the Archer class. Perhaps one could call it frivolous, but from there Archer could see all about the city and the details of the various ongoers gorging themselves on vice and fun. At the time he even looked rather lighthearted, almost childish in how he practically salivated at the notion of joining them to sate himself.

But then he let out a quiet “Hmf.” one signifying self-satisfaction before leaping back down. He raised his head over his shoulder, and looked over to his master with a growing grin. “If there’s anyone strong they’ll come out, for me. So don’t worry, just by walking out I promise a battle. Ah but wait a minute.” He smiled normally and laughed. “Do you even eat? A normal, genuine question. “Well, it’s a little weird if you stand around eating while I don’t but that’s fine with me.”

Really, it wasn’t like that he needed to eat either. But that wasn’t what his body was telling him. Life was about using your strength, and enjoying life because of your strength. It was as simple as that, and for him his power itself was an enjoyment too.

"I think I get an idea of where I can fight. There's a lot of variety here, but this place is small compared to the forests I've been around. Easy enough, I could hit something from one side at the other... maybe. I guess it's harder if it's a human sized target. I'm better at hunting monsters. But when it comes to fighting I'm strong."

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Archer Born Red

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Titles: The Red Hunter, Edom, The Hairy.

Sex: Male

Attribute: (Leave blank for now)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Savage)

Personality

A prideful man, a simple man. To live is to live, and to be stolen from is a slight no matter how one feels about what is lost. Live in the moment, flaunt your strength. Rage at those who oppose you, raise your might to that of the law and the natural providence. For those who were born strong it is only natural for them to attain what is theirs.

A man who lives a very simple and straightforward life. His feelings however stemming from his base wants, enjoyment of idolatrous ways, and the earthly pleasures. Both lead him down him down his path and yet have a contradictory dissatisfaction with his fate.

I do not wish for your covenant and those values. I wish for the talents I was born for and the wilds that please me so. I wish for naught but to live in the fields, to hunt and take what is mine and for me alone.

Yet that inheritance is mine, and the sowing of nations is only natural.

Even the most simplest of man find clash and conflict through their surroundings and the various desires they look upon the world.

Archer is a man frustrated. Frustrated at the life he enjoyed and yet felt dissatisfied, plagued by lingering resentment and grudges. Matters that in the grand scheme of things do not matter, yet status and things taken from him. Trickery that has perhaps led the world for the better and yet even as he lives his own separate world he cannot help but keep an eye glimpsing at what could have been even without want.

In the end he wants to walk a straight simple path, and yet also stand at the top of it.

Really, it's not at all strange that he'd be attracted to a grail war. But perhaps even he does not know what his wish really is.

History: A brief summary of the history or mythology behind the Servant. Not much detail is needed, but cover any difference between agreed history and this interpretation, or which of multiple mythic interpretations you’re using.

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

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.

For Esau who lived through his own strengths, was denied blessings and abandoned the covenant and path of god despite his status as the firstborn of Isaac. Turning away from such patronage, and taking a separate unintended path it is difficult to grant him boon or malus.

For such a man, with his strength and body, stands in a sense, among the wilds, alone.

Magic Resistance: C

Negates spells with a chant of two verses or less. Cannot defend against something more complex, like high magecraft or ritual curses.

Walking not in the grace of god, and given what amounts to spiritual scraps. It is not surprising that despite the age and period of Archer, active when great mysteries were still abundant, that his magic resistance is still rather low for a Knight Class Servant.

Personal Skills

Born of Red: A+

Esau, the red one, the rough one. All things are born bathed in blood, and many would mature and walk lives just as soaked as well. The culmination of his various techniques, gifts and way of life. His abilities as a hunter, as a man garbed in red are second to none. The one who runs aflock the sins and blood-stained earth and picks his fill of its bounties.

His abilities as a huntsman able to stalk his prey, shoot down all targets, and lay traps are second to none. The pressure and influence of an enviroment has no bearing on the ability of the one who roams the earth as his playground. Through these skills does he show himself as a huntsman worthy of the title of Knight of the Bow.

Instinct: A-

A keen sixth sense that permeates and directs Archer’s actions and life. Born from his innate senses and bolstered by his way of life. At this point it reaches into the realm of future-sight. The penalties by physical impedance such as visual and auditory interference and obstruction is halved.

However due to the anecdotes of being tricked, and led by his base instincts there is a greater penalty against skills that turn his instinct and impulses against him.

Taste for the Wild Earth: B

Born of great strength, stature and garbed in violent red. The secondary blessing inherited from Isaac, and his way of life have blended together to sublimate his existence as one who turns his back on the spiritual and embraces his talents and pleasures of the dirtied physical world.

In all checks and contests physical a plus correction is given, while in matters more spiritual a minus correction is applied.

Though he stands, tricked and turned from an intended path, where he sets his eyes on he suffers no equal.

In the matters of Luck (Force of Providence) rather than luck (fortune and blessing) his ability and instinct to survive leads to instead a bonus.

Noble Phantasm

A Pot Traded

Name: For We, Nations You and I.

Title: Birthright Stewed in Red.

Rank: D+

NP Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Nation)

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

Two nations struggle in the womb, and set themselves in odds. Birthrights are stolen and given, and blessings are past. Conflict, reconciliation, fortune and wealth of all sorts. The relation of brothers is as much about what they long for as it is what they were given.

Their fates were intertwined in conflict before birth itself, preordained and yet a result of them as individuals rather than just the machinations of god.

Once was Esau led by his brother to trade his birthright for stew. Twice he was tricked and denied by his brother, his place taken for the bestowment of a blessing.

The representation of his frivolous feelings towards the intended inherited path, yet mixed with his desire to take what is rightfully his. On top of also being his status, mirroring his brother as a man that conceptually holds the status of a “Nation”. In the end his place is that of a giver who wants to take.

Bestowing to one a gift of his blessing, one is raised to the level of Archer. In other words one reaches the status of a nation. Yet what is there to be given by Esau? The life of primeval-man, of a huntsman who abandons the spiritual path. From him is born civilization yet his state is the barbarism that eventually paves a path to the world.

One becomes a nation out of civilization and reaches a state of a primeval barbarian as well.

It goes without saying, but Archer has no fondness for this Noble Phantasm’s invocation.

By the way lentils, considered a superfood are a nutritionally dense food, proper for any sort of man. Containing a balance of vitamins, nutrients, protein and carbohydrates they fuel and energize perfectly.

Edom

Name: Savage Eden

Title: Devouring Shot of Law and Path

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Civilization

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 900

Description:

The surge of blood, the establishment of civilization paved paradoxically by the lawless savage rules. The laws of nature are conquered and are risen above, it is through conquering the world that man then moves onto crafting their own worlds.

A shot that symbolizes Edom, fired by the Primeval Hunter, Esau. A rupting nation-building blow that paves away what rules and civilization are in place. Devour what lies in place and create fertile land. What lies at the end of his bow and sight is without a doubt, Edom. What he creates and feasts upon is without a doubt a earthly Eden that provides the lush foundation for his hunting ground and his the people and culture that springs from him. As a result it is paradoxically a builder of civilization that functions as a civilization-erosion attack.

In a sense a progenitor and relative to the great tree that established the mighty Empire that Esau's people, the Endomites have been conflated and connected with. The world of Rome. The people and land that spread through savagery and eventually rose into civilization. Even from beasts (wolves) can man be born.

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Archer Born Red

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Titles: The Red Hunter, Edom, The Hairy.

Sex: Male

Attribute: (Leave blank for now)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Savage)

Personality

A prideful man, a simple man. To live is to live, and to be stolen from is a slight no matter how one feels about what is lost. Live in the moment, flaunt your strength. Rage at those who oppose you, raise your might to that of the law and the natural providence. For those who were born strong it is only natural for them to attain what is theirs.

A man who lives a very simple and straightforward life. His feelings however stemming from his base wants, enjoyment of idolatrous ways, and the earthly pleasures. Both lead him down him down his path and yet have a contradictory dissatisfaction with his fate.

I do not wish for your covenant and those values. I wish for the talents I was born for and the wilds that please me so. I wish for naught but to live in the fields, to hunt and take what is mine and for me alone.

Yet that inheritance is mine, and the sowing of nations is only natural.

Even the most simplest of man find clash and conflict through their surroundings and the various desires they look upon the world.

Archer is a man frustrated. Frustrated at the life he enjoyed and yet felt dissatisfied, plagued by lingering resentment and grudges. Matters that in the grand scheme of things do not matter, yet status and things taken from him. Trickery that has perhaps led the world for the better and yet even as he lives his own separate world he cannot help but keep an eye glimpsing at what could have been even without want.

In the end he wants to walk a straight simple path, and yet also stand at the top of it.

Really, it's not at all strange that he'd be attracted to a grail war. But perhaps even he does not know what his wish really is.

History: A brief summary of the history or mythology behind the Servant. Not much detail is needed, but cover any difference between agreed history and this interpretation, or which of multiple mythic interpretations you’re using.

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

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.

For Esau who lived through his own strengths, was denied blessings and abandoned the covenant and path of god despite his status as the firstborn of Isaac. Turning away from such patronage, and taking a separate unintended path it is difficult to grant him boon or malus.

For such a man, with his strength and body, stands in a sense, among the wilds, alone.

Magic Resistance: C

Negates spells with a chant of two verses or less. Cannot defend against something more complex, like high magecraft or ritual curses.

Walking not in the grace of god, and given what amounts to spiritual scraps. It is not surprising that despite the age and period of Archer, active when great mysteries were still abundant, that his magic resistance is still rather low for a Knight Class Servant.

Personal Skills

Born of Red: A+

Esau, the red one, the rough one. All things are born bathed in blood, and many would mature and walk lives just as soaked as well. The culmination of his various techniques, gifts and way of life. His abilities as a hunter, as a man garbed in red are second to none. The one who runs aflock the sins and blood-stained earth and picks his fill of its bounties.

His abilities as a huntsman able to stalk his prey, shoot down all targets, and lay traps are second to none. The pressure and influence of an enviroment has no bearing on the ability of the one who roams the earth as his playground. Through these skills does he show himself as a huntsman worthy of the title of Knight of the Bow.

Instinct: A-

A keen sixth sense that permeates and directs Archer’s actions and life. Born from his innate senses and bolstered by his way of life. At this point it reaches into the realm of future-sight. The penalties by physical impedance such as visual and auditory interference and obstruction is halved.

However due to the anecdotes of being tricked, and led by his base instincts there is a greater penalty against skills that turn his instinct and impulses against him.

Taste for the Wild Earth: B

Born of great strength, stature and garbed in violent red. The secondary blessing inherited from Isaac, and his way of life have blended together to sublimate his existence as one who turns his back on the spiritual and embraces his talents and pleasures of the dirtied physical world.

In all checks and contests physical a plus correction is given, while in matters more spiritual a minus correction is applied.

Though he stands, tricked and turned from an intended path, where he sets his eyes on he suffers no equal.

In the matters of Luck (Force of Providence) rather than luck (fortune and blessing) his ability and instinct to survive leads to instead a bonus.

Noble Phantasm

A Pot Traded

Name: For We, Nations You and I.

Title: Birthright Stewed in Red.

Rank: D+

NP Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Nation)

Range: -

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

Two nations struggle in the womb, and set themselves in odds. Birthrights are stolen and given, and blessings are past. Conflict, reconciliation, fortune and wealth of all sorts. The relation of brothers is as much about what they long for as it is what they were given.

Their fates were intertwined in conflict before birth itself, preordained and yet a result of them as individuals rather than just the machinations of god.

Once was Esau led by his brother to trade his birthright for stew. Twice he was tricked and denied by his brother, his place taken for the bestowment of a blessing.

The representation of his frivolous feelings towards the intended inherited path, yet mixed with his desire to take what is rightfully his. On top of also being his status, mirroring his brother as a man that conceptually holds the status of a “Nation”. In the end his place is that of a giver who wants to take.

Bestowing to one a gift of his blessing, one is raised to the level of Archer. In other words one reaches the status of a nation. Yet what is there to be given by Esau? The life of primeval-man, of a huntsman who abandons the spiritual path. From him is born civilization yet his state is the barbarism that eventually paves a path to the world.

One becomes a nation out of civilization and reaches a state of a primeval barbarian as well.

It goes without saying, but Archer has no fondness for this Noble Phantasm’s invocation.

By the way lentils, considered a superfood are a nutritionally dense food, proper for any sort of man. Containing a balance of vitamins, nutrients, protein and carbohydrates they fuel and energize perfectly.

Edom

Name: Savage Eden

Title: Devouring Shot of Law and Path

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Civilization

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 900

Description:

The surge of blood, the establishment of civilization paved paradoxically by the lawless savage rules. The laws of nature are conquered and are risen above, it is through conquering the world that man then moves onto crafting their own worlds.

A shot that symbolizes Edom, fired by the Primeval Hunter, Esau. A rupting nation-building blow that paves away what rules and civilization are in place. Devour what lies in place and create fertile land. What lies at the end of his bow and sight is without a doubt, Edom. What he creates and feasts upon is without a doubt a earthly Eden that provides the lush foundation for his hunting ground and his the people and culture that springs from him. As a result it is paradoxically a builder of civilization that functions as a civilization-erosion attack.

In a sense a progenitor and relative to the great tree that established the mighty Empire that Esau's people, the Endomites have been conflated and connected with. The world of Rome. The people and land that spread through savagery and eventually rose into civilization. Even from beasts (wolves) can man be born.