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[RoydGolden]

Servant Saber:

True Name: Amir Arsalan

Alignment: Lawful Good

Summoning Catalyst: his sword Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār

Appearance:
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Strength- A
Agility- B
Endurance- B
Mana- D
Luck- A
NP- B++

Personality: Saber possesses a noble character that shines like the sun. Although exiled from birth, he held no ill will towards his usurpers and merely sought to reclaim the throne for the good of his people. Kind and compassionate almost to a fault, he generally dislikes violence and won't draw his blade unless provoked by the enemy. He is also very loyal, and would never turn his back on a friend or ally. Although seemingly idealistic to the point of naivete, he possesses a keen insight into the true nature of others and is remarkably hard to deceive. Upon summoning, he possesses a great deal of curiosity for the various inventions and wonders of the modern world.

Likes: wonders of the modern world, poetry, his subjects
Dislikes: overly strong passions
Talents: cooking, criticisms so subtle you don't realize you're being insulted
Natural Enemy: King Patras


Class Skills:

Magic Resistance (A)- The ability to cancel or diminish the effects of magecraft used against oneself. At this rank, spells below A-rank are nullified outright, and even A-rank spells are weakened greatly. Servant is virtually untouchable to modern magi and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them a "Magus Killer". Saber's rank in this Skill is due to one of the effects of his Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār Noble Phantasm, and would be merely C rank without it.

Riding (C)- Ability to ride animals. At this rank, the Servant is capable of riding on most mortal mounts and large vehicles (i.e. small airplanes, helicopters) more skillfully than the average rider.


Personal Skills:

Charisma (B)- Ability to inspire others and lead armies. At a B rank, Saber is capable of leading a nation and boosting the abilities of a large army in mass combat.

Discernment Of The Poor (C)- Aptitude for discerning the true character of others. As an exiled prince from birth raised amongst merchants and beggars, Saber is naturally someone suited to assessing the attributes of others.


Noble Phantasm:


Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār- The Emerald Studded Sword (B++, Anti-Unit): A sword originally possessed by King Solomon, later by the demon Fulad-zerah to whom the weapon was his only weakness and then finally by Arsalan himself who wielded it to slay the demon. An elegantly curved scimitar, the hilt of which is ivory colored and studded with emeralds, with a curved golden pommel. It's kept in an ornate golden scabbard with jewels set along the length.

The sword's properties are three-fold. First, simply having it in his possession provides a powerful charm against magic equal to A-ranked Magic Resistance.

Second, as the only weapon which could harm the demon Fulad-zerah it possesses the property of "piercing all defenses" which enable it to cut through and bypass absolutely any form of defensive ability regardless of rank, from magical armor even to conceptual defenses such as the Enlightenment Of The Sacred Fig possessed by a certain bodhisattva. In RPG terms, strikes from the sword ignore the target's Endurance stat when dealing damage.

The sword's third property is "lowers maximum HP" akin to Diarmuid's Gae Buidhe. Any wounds inflicted by this sword cannot be recovered from by normal means or through application of healing Magecraft. This effect will wear off if the weapon is broken or Saber is killed. Any wounds inflicted will still remain, but can be healed normally from thereon out.


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Another Saber sheet, this time Arsalan from the Persian legend Amir Arsalan.

The Wikipedia entry for the myth was quite sparse to say the least so I had to come up with his personality and Personal Skills based on what seemed appropriate rather then textual basis (and a little inspiration from the manga Arslan Senki regarding personality). Like I have no idea whether he "held no ill will toward his usurpers" it's just something I put there because it fit with the sort of character I envisioned him as and there was no available source to prove me wrong. Plus it's not like Nasu never takes artistic license with his Servant's character and attributes whenever it makes for a more interesting story (why hello there, demonic idol singer Elizabeth Bathory).

[gyrowins]

Template form.

Lucky you, because i made one

[RoydGolden]

So does anyone have any commentary for my Arsalan sheet over at the end of the last page? By the way I've added a bit more to it just now, including summoning catalyst as well as his likes, dislikes and hobby. I also buffed Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegār to B++ rank considering how versatile it is.

[Rafflesiac]

Months from now, when people ask why I was banned, tell them the truth.

Tell them I did it for fun.

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In the depths of the forest, blade crashed against blade, each clash of steel sending shockwaves of wind tearing branches from trees. With inhuman agility and grace, a silver knight crashed herself against her opponent – a gargantuan man of corded, rippling muscles and indomitable rage. Saber flung herself forward with a spin, arms twirling as she slammed Excalibur down at Berserker with all of the power she possessed.

And with a single mighty swipe, Berserker smashed her aside, sending the swordsman crashing into a tree with a palpable crunch. She slumped to the ground, and then threw herself aside, sliding to her feet as Berserker’s sword crashed into the earth in an instant, the ground exploding into dust with the force of his blow. All too soon, his rough sword smashed into hers again, sending Saber buckling to her knees. A guttural roar, another sweep, and the golden sword is smashed aside. While Saber still holds the blade, her guard is destroyed. Berserker’s arms swung down, and blood fell to the ground in a torrent.

Saber’s jaw dropped as Berserker’s head exploded in front of her.

How? How had he died? And most of all – why was he not regenerating?

An icy chill wrapped itself around Saber’s spine, and she leaped back in an instant. The feeling was familiar; it was like the sensation she had felt when that irregular Assassin had taken his stance! She needed to escape–

A flash of white light, and Saber crumpled to the ground, blond hair stained red and face destroyed.

*~*~*~*~*~*

On the roof of the Center Building, a blond woman inhaled, white eyes shifting to an icy blue as a feral grin grew on her face. She exhaled, staring through her scope before eliminating the last few targets.

After so long, having her Eyes back was the greatest blessing she could have ever had. She thanked her Master for summoning her, for giving her the chance to regain her sight. She’d fought in a war before, and slain more alone than anyone else had. That war had taken over five hundred bullets.

For this War, she would need only seven.

Simo Häyhä
The White Death

Class: Archer
Alternate Classes: Assassin
Alignment: True Neutral

STR: D
END: C
AGI: A+
MGI: B
LCK: EX
NP: EX

Description:
The peerless sniper and hero of Finland, who fought to defend it from the invasion of Russia. During the war, she killed over 500 people with a mere rifle, triumphing over hellish conditions, superior numbers, and all attempts at retribution until the war’s conclusion; a performance unrivaled to the modern day.

Yet, there was more.

As a child, she was listless and unmotivated, drifting through days working on the family farm. Her parents tried everything to make the girl respond; and yet, she did not speak a word. All she did was stare at them blankly with eyes that glowed an icy blue. Finally, her father handed her a rifle on a frustrated whim and shoved her out the door. Long after the sun fell, she came back. Her hands held dead rabbits and a bloody rifle. Her face had specks of blood and a wide smile.

“Father? May I do this again?”

He couldn’t possibly refuse the first thing that had made his daughter smile. Simo rapidly acclimatized to hunting, pursuing all manner of creatures – and each one would be felled in a single shot. By the time she joined the military, her marksmanship knew no equal. Yet, there was still something missing.

Fourteen years later, war struck Russia.

For Simo, there was no greater boon. It was in the icy, shadowed nights that she discovered her calling. Despite lying in frigid snow for hours on end alone in a lightless torpor, she had never felt more alive. In those fleeting instants in which someone else fell, Simo found her purpose.

Gradually, the Russians grew aware. They sent armies, artillery, and then magi – yet none made a difference. Death was as harsh, unrelenting, and sudden as the blizzards of the Finnish winter – it was instant, and it came on white wind. The Russians sent an experiment; a brutal Monstrous Beast bred from the Yetis of the icy wastes, with hide tougher than the sturdiest steel. Unlike the enemies of before, there were no openings in defenses, no weak points to be exploited. It would tear the Finnish Army to shreds if it passed Simo.

And more importantly, it refused to die.

In desperation, she abandoned cover. If bullets would not work, then direct strikes on its points of death would need to suffice. Doing so was a mistake that nearly cost Simo her life.

The Russian army expected an attack, and ambushed her as she approached the beast. It took everything Simo had to escape, and finally, she limped into the concealment of the night. The beast continued its inexorable march, and by the following night was a mere kilometer from the Finnish position. There were no weapons they possessed that could harm the beast. Simo had slain several of the attending Russians, yet that only delayed the inevitable. She focused her eyes on the beast until they nearly pulsed out of her skull. There had to be a weak point she could hit, even from a distance.

And it was then she saw a flash of white.

Without hesitation, Simo fired. The beast fell, its hide pierced for the first and only time. As the Russians panicked, Simo lowered her rifle and gazed at them, and the darkness was pierced by white fire. The men screamed in agony as they crumpled and died, their very souls igniting as they burned into nothing.

It was then that Simo Häyhä gained the epithet of The White Death.

The war continued, and countless more fell to her rifle. Russian counterattacks continued, yet to no avail – until a year later, in Simo’s last mistake. She’d lingered too long in one position, taken too many risks in ensuring a kill, and the Russian retaliated with all that they had. The bullet took away her lovely face, yet that did not matter to her.

But when she woke up, her sight was gone. The familiar black lines and dots that had filled her vision, that had become comforting the moment she first held a rifle, were gone. Simo’s marksmanship remained. Yet, the exhilaration she had once felt was gone. When asked about her feelings on the war, she numbly lied that she fought for her country. How could they understand what it meant to bring death, to live with it for all their life as she had?

Even on her death bed, she never saw death again.

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: D
- An ability that rejects the influence of spells targeting Archer, rather than the prana composing them. Protection rendered is equivalent to that of a basic warding amulet. While Archer slew many magi in life, she was rarely exposed to magecraft used against her.

Independent Action: A+
- The ability to act and survive without reliance on magical energy supplied from a Master. At this rank, Archer can survive indefinitely so long as Noble Phantasms are not used.

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation: D
- The ability to continue fighting despite debilitating injuries. At this rank, Archer is capable of surviving debilitating wounds as long as her spiritual cores are intact; however, fighting ability is lost.

Clairvoyance: A++
- Superiority of eyesight in all aspects, including dynamic vision and long-distance acuity, achieved at the highest possible rank. Visual obstructions are completely unknown and no distance is an obstacle for Archer’s eyes.

Divinity: E
- The degree to which one is considered a Divine Spirit, either through blood-relation or by blessing. While Archer is unaware of her status, she is distantly related to an ancient god, whose lineage grants her her Mystic Eyes and Noble Phantasm.

Eye of the Mind (True): A+
- The capacity to observe, analyze, and accurately respond to all circumstances of the battlefield, honed through countless experiences. At this rank, even mental inference cannot interfere with Archer’s assessment and planning. Even if the enemy’s victory is assured, Archer can overturn fate in a single moment to triumph.

Instinct: A+
- A basic, irrational sense for the most beneficial course of action during battle. At this rank, Archer has achieved precognition, and can accurately predict an enemy’s movements through sheer intuition. Even if her eyes are put out, Archer can still function as if she possessed normal vision, and penalties to hearing are halved.

Mystic Eyes: EX
- Archer possesses the unfathomably rare Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, capable of killing anything that possesses a concept of death, eliminating its existence entirely from the very cycle of reincarnation. However, their influence is fundamentally limited to close range, and their influence only applies to that which the owner considers alive. In Archer’s case, she only considered the enemies in front of her as living beings, and as a result is unable to destroy inanimate objects and concepts without a significant shift in mindset.

Noble Phantasm:

The White Death

Valkoinen Kuolema

Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Country

The greatest asset of Archer, and the emblem of an existence born to bring death to the world. Archer is distantly related to Balor, the Irish deity of drought and blight, and it is in her that his blood has resurged strongly enough to have its greatest impact, transforming her natural Mystic Eyes of Death Perception into Mystic Eyes of Death Imposition. When active, her icy blue eyes glow a shining silvery-white, and gain the ability to impose death at range onto all in their sight. As Archer is a sniper, she uses her rifle to focus the effects of the Mystic Eyes of Death Imposition onto a single target, and fate itself is twisted as the bullet strikes a point of death, nullifying all protections and immortalities as the target is unequivocally slain.

Were Archer to use her eyes without a focus, everything within her sight would ignite, wither, and die as its life ceased at once. Without fail, such an occurrence would be a disaster greater than every extinction on Earth thus far.

Therefore, it is lucky that such a deed would be prohibitively mana-intensive, draining both Master and Servant in a matter of seconds.

[Leftovers]

[You]

Need more EXs

[Elthanes]

Was nice knowing you

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Also that sheet really needs more EXs

[SeiKeo]

Ebin.

[Funderfullness]

Beautiful, in every sense of the word.

[Peanut-007]

[Snow]

And what a way to go!

[Dartz]

The irony here is almost tangible.

[RoydGolden]

It's funny because I had nearly the exact same idea for a Simo Hayha Servant. Complete with genderbending even, as well as a Noble Phantasm named Valkoinen Kuolema (although mine had a different effect, a Reality Marble manifesting the snowy wastes of Russia where she committed her legendary feats). Mine didn't have Mystic Eyes of Death Perception though, which was by far the biggest stretch in your sheet (that and Divinity). I guess great minds think alike LOL (and fools seldom differ)!

[LJ3]

Jesus Christ.

I ain't even mad.

[RoydGolden]

Also what is it about Simo sheets that the mods at this forum seem to find so darn offensive? Seriously, a ban just for that seems pretty ridiculous IMO.

[Nuclear]

Also what is it about Simo sheets that the mods at this forum seem to find so darn offensive?

Their very existence.

[Kirby]

Also what is it about Simo sheets that the mods at this forum seem to find so darn offensive? Seriously, a ban just for that seems pretty ridiculous IMO.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joke

[RoydGolden]

Oh, well that makes much more sense. I thought it seemed so crazy that it must be a joke but everyone seemed to be taking it so seriously that I actually started thinking it was for real. Like when someone posted a Simo sheet way earlier in this thread, someone (I think it was one of the mods) came and told them "Oh don't you know, posting Simo sheets is a bannable offense". I'd say you should at least have a notice in the FAQ or something saying that it's a joke so people won't get confused. Or maybe everyone knew it was a joke except me LOL. Pretty silly of me huh? (raps knuckles against side of head sheepishly)

[Peanut-007]

Oh, well that makes much more sense. I thought it seemed so crazy that it must be a joke but everyone seemed to be taking it so seriously that I actually started thinking it was for real. Like when someone posted a Simo sheet way earlier in this thread, someone (I think it was one of the mods) came and told them "Oh don't you know, posting Simo sheets is a bannable offense". I'd say you should at least have a notice in the FAQ or something saying that it's a joke so people won't get confused. Or maybe everyone knew it was a joke except me LOL. Pretty silly of me huh? (raps knuckles against side of head sheepishly)

You're still new. It's okay not to get memey injokes.

[Vagrant]

I'd ban Raff for it.