=LANCER=
Artist:
https://www.deviantart.com/solkorra
Possible Alternate Classes: Saber, Berserker
True Name: Celtchar mac Uthidir - The Tall and Terrible Fury of the Ulster
Gender: Female
Height/Weight: 176 cm / 69 kg
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Place of Origin: Ireland (The Ulster Cycle)
Feed the Fire by coldrain
=Parameters=
Strength: A
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: C
Luck: E
NP: C
=Class Skills=
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Magic Resistance (B):
cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for her to be affected.
=Personal Skills=
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Slaughterer (A):
akin to「Battle Continuation」in that one is able to keep fighting while suffering from life-threatening injuries.
Specific to Lancer due to the nature of her spear, she cannot die easily and for every other blow received another is healed.
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Bloodlust (A):
a skill gained from possession of the spear which craves it.
With each drawing of blood from her opponent, Lancer gains a slight boon in all parameters. If it is her own, her resistances across the board falter instead.
Rank increases or decreases depending upon the severity of wounds inflicted or incurred.
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Eye of the Mind (C, True):
a heightened capacity for observation, refined through training and experience.
The night before the final battle for Donn Cúailnge, Lancer predicted its outcome based upon her observations over the war's length.
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Mystic Eyes (D):
possession of mystic eyes of a low level.
Gifted to her by her teacher, it was said they contained a fraction of the power to conceive another's death simply by sight alone.
=Noble Phantasms=
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Lúin of Celtchar (C, Anti-Unit):
the spear belonging to Lancer after being thought to have been lost in battle. It is the infamous riveted, fiery, and poison-tipped spear that has tasted the mightiest of gods to the greatest of men.
Held back by chains that keep it at bay. When thrown, it seeks out targets of its own volition unless specified by Lancer, capable of skewering a total of nine at once. The wounds it creates, if survived and left unchecked, slowly eat away at the victims from the inside out until death. After death, the victim's body burns to ash. If the chains are willingly broken by Lancer, the spear's true capacity is unleashed and it is free to tear through as many as it so desires—both allies and enemies alike. Regular wounds kill faster. Severe wounds light the victims on fire. Fatal wounds delivered result in spontaneous combustion. After death, in addition to the victim's body being reduced to ash, a moderate portion of their lifeforce is also consumed and transferred to the wielder of the spear.
Once a divine weapon of mysterious origin with a mind of its own and even the ability to speak, countless years of lying upon the battlefield and soaking in the blood of both friend and foe ultimately took its toll. It is now a maddened weapon, unable to communicate any other thought than the blood it is cursed to forever thirst for. If in the unlikely event the curse is lifted and it is able to speak again, the spear becomes Areadbhair [1]—a foul-mouthed hothead with a very abrasive male personality.
=Bio=
A great warrior of Ulster and supreme champion of the Red Branch, Celtchar "Celty" mac Uthidir was raised and believed as male as the only heir to her family's fort Dún Lethglaise until Cet mac Mágach, a Connacht warrior, came to her household in arms and was thought to have emasculated her when she stood against him. It was then discovered that the heir was actually a heiress, and, while she was not seen as lesser than her male counterparts after the fact, she would have a harder time gaining any sort of recognition for her deeds on and off the battlefield—even being favored among the warriors trained by a certain undying witch inhabiting a shadowy fortress outside of the World alongside spear-siblings Cú Chulainn and Ferdiad didn't do her much good [2]—until, one day, she chanced upon and came into the inheritance of a weapon long thought lost: Areadbhair, the Slaughterer. Said by some to have been used by Lugh to defeat Balor, it was said that 'no battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it in his hand'. With it in her possession, her fury intensified ten-fold and, eventually, helped to gain her the recognition she had (literally) climbed over the bodies of her enemies to deserve and became her Lúin. She, in turn, became the Ulster's fury; like a raging storm, formidable and more ferocious in all that she did—her fervor for violence greater than any other save for Cú Chulainn in his ríastrad state. The woman warrior had finally achieved her dream.
But, some dreams do not last forever, and, after wrongfully murdering Blaí Briugu, a fellow warrior of Ulster, in rage because of his geas which required him to sleep with any woman who stayed in his hostel unaccompanied [3]. She was banished and only allowed back if she rid Ulster of three menaces, as recompense; all, of which, brought her unimaginable shame.
First, was the killing of Conganchnes mac Dedad, a warrior from outside Ulster whose skin no weapon could pierce, who sought revenge for the death of his nephew Cú Roí. Celtchar murdered him in his sleep by hammering red hot spits into the soles of his feet. Second, was a hound called Luch Donn that had grown to an enormous size and became uncontrollable, killing its owner, her sons, and livestock and now roamed the countryside every night leaving destruction in its wake. Utilizing a hollowed alder log fitted around her arm, she pulled its heart out through its throat when its teeth got stuck biting into the log. Third, was Dóelchú, Celtchar's own hound. After her banishment, it was becoming like Luch Donn had, and, reluctantly, she was forced to put it to rest. In her carelessness and grief afterwards [4], finally cleared of her transgressions albeit at the cost of her pride and dearest companion, her spear pierced through her heart, killing her.
And this was how Celtchar mac Uthidir met her end.
[1] A gift from a Persian king, it was irresistible in battle and had to always be held under water. In other words, it was so much of an unruly bastard that eventually it was given to someone else to deal with.
[2] Scáthach, whom fondly gave her the nickname "Celty".
[3] Lancer is very, very prideful.
[4] Likes cute, fuzzy animals. Especially dogs. Don't tell anyone.