Monthly Create-A-Servant Contest

**pinetree** · October 11th, 2023, 08:46 PM

Caster Darwin, Shielder Huxley: I’m gonna echo Royd critique of them not feeling like the historical characters they supposed to be but due to a different problem, you made them into mages and it completely took over their actual accomplishments in the sheet. Of their three skills, one is mandatory and another is from this original idea of Darwin being a magus; their NP is also entirely reliant on the magus concept with barely anything to do with their actual accomplishments; and their life was now about reaching the root instead.
Despite this massive shift in focus to Type-Moon magecraft, you never dwell on it or describe it in detail, limiting it to just “fossil magecraft”. If you were going to focus on something so far from the actual people, I’d expect a lot of care to be put into it.

Avenger Meganeura: Giving it Breath of the Planet is a clever way to represent the oxygen levels of the Carboniferous and I like it a lot.
However, I think the sheet is lacking in the actual character side though. ‘Humans are mean to bugs’ is a pretty weak hook and you don’t do much with their personality besides making them hate everyone. You don’t even lean hard on their hate because they’re pretty cool with their own Master for little reason.

Caster Ningurusu: I think you did a good job with her personality, especially in how it featured in the skills even as you kept yourself true to her quiet demeanor. I would’ve liked you to have taken advantage of Sharur though, having a sentient weapon alongside her and not having it be a character at all is a massive missed opportunity. I like that she only uses it to till fields, it’s endearing, but still, big opportunity there for interactions that we didn’t get.
I can’t say I’m a fan of the Sefar connection either. The stark contrast you’re drawing here with the civilization destroyer becoming a civilization promoter is obvious, but you don’t do much with it and it ends up feeling like it’s just there to give meaning to the one fanart in the lore section. Cool stuff, but with some missed opportunities.

Foreigner Naayééʼ Neizghání: I adore the introduction cementing the Americas as the alien magnet of the planet, very fun. That said… I feel like you kinda wasted it. Much of the sheet is dedicated to telling the real life legend (I assume) in a very straight manner, he’s not an alien, their gods are not aliens and even when posed with the question of what the Naayéé’ are, the answer is still not aliens. Why exactly is he an Alien God hunter then? I didn’t really see the need in the thin justification for why then can be considered ‘alien’ to the world.
The reveal later on didn’t change my mind much, even though it is cool. There was quite the convoluted path there to get to him through his mother and the fate of Sefar when I think something simpler could’ve worked better.

**TrueMrMultiverse** · October 11th, 2023, 09:17 PM

Pretty well done sheet Suta-the character is great and its qualifications for the contest is niice!

Also glad the skill was appealing at least Pinetree, will try to improve on the character part of sheets.

**MuramasaMachII** · October 12th, 2023, 12:14 AM

"Within the centre of a cave, a lone girl wearing ragged clothing whittles away at a statue made of ivory.

A golden sword being forged within the flames of the Earth, born from a singular willing sacrifice.

A young man, fated to be one of the greatest philosophers, toils away at his book...."
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**pinetree** · October 12th, 2023, 04:43 PM

Lancer Old Tom: Love the guy, cool personality, creative skills and Noble Phantasms. I gotta say the last bit on the first NP is disappointing though, the idea of him protecting an ally by impaling them with a light spear is more appealing!

Pretender Hiruko-douji: I’m stunned. I honestly can’t come up with a long comment or critique. My brain is empty and I can only feel emotions. Okay, let me gather some thoughts.
I think anyone who has read my sheets know I’m really into repetition in my writing. The way your introduction makes use of repetition to first give the impression that you’re just describing a single character, then transition into the notion of many characters sharing the same fate was just a delight, and it is still not even close to the best things you do in this sheet. This is a masterpiece sheet, but even though your writing is incredible, I find myself giving even more credit to the editing and formatting of this story.
I’m not talking about fancy colors and use of collapse, but the way you actually organized and structured the order and pace in which character, narrative and exposition are delivered. There’s rhythm that increases in intensity as we go down the sheet, much like the image song you chose. The way information cascades from one section to the other, going from off-hand mentions of Japanese terms, into mythological explanations, into the integration of them in the sheet, into character work; expanding and contextualizing with each skill, each keyword… Again, I’m stunned.
Incredible stuff.
Somehow my favorite of yours by a wide, uncrossable margin. Which is mind-boggling considering how much I loved Ulrichs, O-O-O and Horned God.
Fuck I didn’t even comment on the perfect choice of Mizuki for the FC, how it both fits and contrasts his role in Arknights. How much thought did you put in this sheet.
(ps: I should know who the snake is?? Me and Random? This is going to drive me crazy but I don’t. Don’t tell me though.)

**YoungMeme** · October 13th, 2023, 12:21 AM

Lucky Mother - Mitochondrial Eve

Class: Lancer
Alternative Classes: Berserker, Alter Ego
True Name: Mitochondrial Eve
Gender: Female
Source: Archaeogenetics
Region: East Africa
Alignment: True Neutral
Attribute: Man
Day of Decisive Battle: The Sky, It's Dark

Parameters

Strength: E
Endurance: A+
Agility: D
Mana: A
Luck: EX
Noble Phantasm: EX

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: Rank A - A skill indicating one's ability to resist or outright nullify magical effects that target the user. Whilst Lancer is ultimately a Heroic Spirit defined by the science of genetics and thus not well-attuned to mystery, she possesses a high rank in this skill simply due to her age. In the time that Lancer lived, the air was so thick with magical energy that simply breathing would be akin to being targeted with a spell in the modern day.

Personal Skills

Self-Modification: Rank A- - A skill denoting one’s ability to remold one's own body at will, as well as the ability to incorporate the bodies of others into their own. Lancer's body is always changing and mutating as a result of her own Noble Phantasm, so the rank is naturally high, and her ability to alter her body to suit specific situations is also well-developed. However, her body is fundamentally, irrepressibly 'human', and so changing her body in such a way that she loses her humanity is not possible. In addition, absorbing the bodies of others is only possible with a target genetically connected to her-- and in such cases, she can replicate their body in herself without needing to consume them, rendering this secondary ability largely useless.

Human Order Enforcement: Rank D - A skill denoting the importance of a singular being to the preservation of the Human Order and the maintenance of the Prime Species. As the common matrilineal ancestor of all humanity, Lancer's existence is fundamental to the existence of humanity itself, and thus she is a key cornerstone of the Human Order, existing as something like a lynchpin akin to a certain Tower, shining at the end of the world-- or perhaps it would be better to compare her to a distant star, looking back at a pale blue dot on the horizon. Ordinarily, the rank would be the highest possible, but as a mere silhouette, the rank of this Skill is always degraded when possessed by a Servant and not a living being. When in a desperate situation, Lancer will receive backup from the Human Order, temporarily boosting her parameters to match her foe's capabilities for a short period of time.

As a sidenote, this Skill is the opposite of the Skill "Anti-Human Order", and bearers of that Skill can be considered the "worst possible enemy" for Lancer.

True Name Discernment (Ancestral): Rank C++ - A skill denoting the ability to discern another Heroic Spirit's True Name from sight alone. Ordinarily reserved for the Ruler class to be used in the arbitration of the Holy Grail War, Lancer possesses this skill due to something like 'instinct', or perhaps genetic memory. Upon encountering a Heroic Spirit who possesses a biologically human mother, and is thus descended from her, Lancer will recognise them by their True Name on sight. According to her, it's nothing special. Remembering her children's names is the least she can do, even when she has so many.

Noble Phantasms

Eden/Zero Over, Genetic Serpent Karkinos
Parasite Eve

Rank: EX
Anti-Humanity (Self)

A highly aberrant Noble Phantasm that activates upon Lancer's summoning and affects the entire human species, Parasite Eve is the crystallization of the Lucky Mother's fundamental nature as the last common ancestor of all of assembled humankind, the divergence point from which all the varied and beautiful forms of the species called "humanity" sprang forth and propagated, spreading across the globe and taking their place as the new Prime Species, the inheritors and eventual murderers of the Earth. A being defined entirely by her genetics, Lancer's power is drawn entirely from this genealogical connection-- indeed, it could be said that she "would not exist" had the future humanity not worked so hard to map their own genome, to look back across the tides of humanity and pick her out from the ages, laying the title of "mother" for all mankind on her shoulders. Instead, she would've been lost in the sea of human evolution, gone entirely forgotten, consigned to the sweet oblivion of irrelevance.

As a Noble Phantasm, Parasite Eve has two elements. The first is a constantly active effect that propagates throughout her entire body, causing her own genetic makeup, the undefined prototype from which every variance and mutation in the human condition was drawn, to fluctuate and shift without pause, her biology regularly rewriting and overwriting itself, creating and discarding redundant mutations, trying new designs and purging inefficiencies in a endless cycle. Any attacks or processes affecting Lancer that rely on conventional biology will fail, including attacks via means of bodily trauma or chemical damage. The only way to harm her is to make use of weapons and techniques with a conceptual element, enforcing their ideals on her endlessly metamorphosizing body and giving concrete shape to her existence, if only for a moment. Of course, constantly rewriting and reconstructing her Saint Graph in this manner takes a huge amount of magical energy, and cannot be turned off or halted unless forced to by a conceptual attack, meaning that a unprepared Master will quickly be drained dry of mana without some form of external support.

The second element of this Noble Phantasm affects all of humanity, though it can only be activated with Lancer's direct involvement-- in fact, rather than saying it targets the human race, it might be better to say that this second ability targets the human genome itself. Upon being summoned, a new DNA strand will temporarily appear in the genome of all currently living humans. As it is the result of magical energy, this new DNA cannot be detected by mundane instruments, but it is fully integrated into the human genome-- infants born across the world will possess this extra gene permanently, and it will affect their genetics.

This gene serves as a platform through Lancer can make alterations to human genetic structure to her liking. Without directly affecting a target, she can only manipulate this gene when its information would ordinarily be read in the course of human biology-- during the development of a human fetus. As Lancer has no particular interest in actively manipulating humanity's foundation in this manner (and indeed, doing so would likely have a grave effect on the Human Order), the gene will only passively express itself in the form of an increased likelihood of physical traits reminiscent of the Lucky Mother, such as unusual hair and eye colors.

By touching a fully-developed human who bears the newly formed gene and introducing her own magical energy into their body, however, Lancer is able to directly alter their genetics, with far more dramatic results. When used on an ally, subtle changes to benefit them can be made, such as removing a congenital condition or restarting the formation of a lost limb. Against an enemy, however, this Noble Phantasm becomes a horrific weapon-- by haphazardly editing their DNA, Lancer will quickly reduce any human enemy she makes contact with to a barely-living cancerous mass, essentially forcing their cells to rapidly evolve at random until they expire-- usually mercifully shortly thereafter.

--Thankfully, there are limitations to this Noble Phantasm. Lancer cannot affect Magical Circuits with her ability-- they are imprinted on the soul rather than the body, after all, and according to Lancer herself they are not something she is familiar with at all. Indeed, a human with Magical Circuits will be somewhat resistant to her overwriting ability, usually requiring them to be unconscious before their DNA can be freely edited. For Servants, who are largely spiritual beings, Lancer must physically introduce her genetic material into the Servant's Saint Graph before she can make any changes, and Servants who do not possess biological human mothers are completely immune, as they bear no genetic relation to her. To this end, the microscopic DNA strands through which she propagates this ability function as the "spear" that qualifies her for the Lancer class, and piercing her foes with them serves as her main means of combat.

--As an aside, it's theorized by the Chaldea Foundation that prior summonings of Lancer are responsible for the relative frequency of humans born with phenotypes not known to exist in the human genome. Children born during the period of time Lancer is participating in a Holy Grail War possess Parasite Eve's gene permanently, and like all genes are capable of passing it on to their children, who continue to propagate the genetic information it carries across the species, just as the information contained in Lancer's own genes provided the starting foundation for the human race as we know it today.

Personality

Eve's personality is that of a mixing pot, every culture on Earth's ideas about motherhood and matriarchy coming together and mixing, creating a figure that can be at once kind and imperious, gentle in one breath and distant in the next. Still, she is a fundamental loving being, and the degree to which she cares for her children is obvious. She dislikes using her powers on humans, and in most cases prefers not to use them at all, or even really to engage in the Holy Grail War.

--Still, this is not an immutable fact. Perhaps the strongest influence upon her personality is the biblical Eve whose name was forced upon her by those who did not understand her true nature, and so the capacity for the purest kind of sin exists within her as well. Against those are not her descendants, she is frighteningly quick to make use of her horrific capabilities for biological destruction, seeing them as less-than-human-- something true on a technical level, it could be said, but not practically speaking. She opposes the influence of gods and monsters on her children, the cruelties they've inflicted upon them, and some of this antipathy extends towards heroes-- tools and children of gods, not man, and inciters of monsters and beasts, bringers of war and destruction. Despite her initial reluctance to make use of her abilities, she is capable of sinking to truly dark depths if she feels the fate of her children-- of humanity --hangs in the balance.

Background Overview

Mitochondrial Eve, or the "Lucky Mother", as she was known by the scientists who discovered her, stands out in human history as the last common ancestor for all mankind, the woman that all humans can trace a genetic connection back to through their matrilineal line, the genetic information of one lifeform eventually coming to serve as a universal basis for over 7 billion people. Born over a hundred thousand years ago in what we now know as Africa, Mitochondrial Eve's life was almost certainly uneventful. She lived, reproduced and died, as all humans did. She predates the idea of records, of heroes, of people worth remembering. But, in her mundanity, Mitochondrial Eve spread the seeds of all humanity, setting in motion a chain of events that would change the fate of this star irrevocably. At the conclusion of her uneventful life, she had caused the establishment of a new Prime Species and the death of a planet, of countless species, without ever knowing it.

Nothing is known of her life, but every hero and villain born to humankind can trace their legends back to her, the foundations of their mythology written in the very cells that formed their bodies, the atoms that came together to form them given form and shape by the instructions she left behind. Though she would never claim to be anything so presumptuous as the mother of all humanity, she is certainly in the running for the title. In the world of Magi, of course, there is an understanding that some elements of mythology are in fact truth, or close enough to it, the origins of humankind decided by the boundaries of each mythology's territory, the textures of disparate divinity dividing the formulation of humankind between themselves. Trying to discern how those realized legends square away with the genetic reality of humanity's foundation in the Lucky Mother is ultimately an exercise in futility-- after all, it's not as she knows herself. As far as she's concerned, she did nothing special.

--Still, she is proud of her role in human history. She may not think of herself as a mother to all mankind, but she certainly thinks of them as her children.

Author's Notes

**DracoScribe** · October 13th, 2023, 07:52 PM

Originally Posted by Frigix

Hey, don't let that deter you from writing your sheets. I'd genuinely love reading similar takes to mine. The more the merrier.

Oh, no, it hasn't deterred me from writing my sheet. If anything, it was a bit of inspiration. And in fact...

Originally Posted by TQG Imaginatorious

I am gonna be expecting a t rex, if there aren't one, I will look at you guys with the most "I'm disappointed in you stare" ever.

Ask and you shall receive.
~~though i am very nervous about the result...~~ Behold! My sheet!

A drawn out, and surprisingly loud, yawn echoed as the woman before you stretched her arms.

"Ah... What a strange nap... Why did I sleep for so long?"

The woman pondered for but a moment before she shrugged.

"Eh, whatever."

Then she turned her attention to you.

"You're the one who called, right? Master, yeah? What do you want me to do?"

First Ascension
Rider of the Lost World

Other Eligible Classes: None
True Name: Horned Serpent "Sue"
Alignment: True Neutral
Origin: Historical Fact - Cretaceous period; Native American mythology
Attribute: Earth
Height: 6'5'' / 1.9 m ("human" form); 13 feet / 3.96 m (true form); 80 feet / 24 m (serpent form; length)
Weight: 12 tonnes (all forms)
Traits: Female, Kemono, Dragon, Dinosauria, Weak to Enuma Elish
Catalyst: any T. rex skull (low chance); any piece of FMNH PR 2081 (high chance)

Talent: Inspiring awe and wonder
Natural Enemy: Triceratops, Thunder Spirits, The Meteor

Likes: Sunbathing, full belly, nice music, smooth sumac
Dislikes: dying, getting hurt, diseases, lightning

Parameters:
STR: A
END: B
AGI: C
MGI: B
LCK: C
NP: A

Class Skills

Personal Skills

Noble Phantasm

Keywords

The Horned Serpent
A reoccuring magical serpent in various Native American folklore, a dragon in all but name. Sometimes, the species stands against humanity, sometimes even a sworn enemy of the various different Thunder Spirits who pledge to protect humanity, other times they can be benevolent, some being good friends and sworn allies, some being loving spouses or one or a few being just a simple "Good Samaritan", helping unfortunate souls; but all the time, they are not to be trifled with for the great power they hold. Their origins are varied, and their powers along with it, sometimes simply being a species that simply came to exist like man or animals, and sometimes being the result of a man eating forbidden food, and one time the punishment for the attempted assassination of the Sun. And their appearance is even more varied, some with eridescent scales, others with multiple heads, and sometimes having wings. But one thing always remains for each and every form:

Their horns.

Horns so prized many risk their lives to gain such a valuable and powerful resource. They could grant fortune, be powerful medicine, give protection and power, and even predict your future.

So of course, when the people of the land of the time found large bones in the ground, near where some of the dangerous Horned Serpents roamed, they would take them.

Tyrannosaurus rex
A creature that needs little introduction. It is the dinosaur that has deemed its "king", the ultimate apex predator of the group, and embodiment of all that the public believes, and loves, about dinosaurs. A creature so out of this world, with an appearance unlike anything that lived, in a size that felt straight out of a story book, surely it must have been powerful, the one to reign over all in its prime. And so, it was given a name to suit that, the "tyrant lizard king", and once the public came to know of it, they would come to be in awe of it as well. An awe that didn't diminish as the years went, instead rising and rising, as more was learned of it, until it was cemented in peoples' minds in the modern day. In other words, it was almost as if, in a world where science pierced through the old veil of myth and legends, it was proof that still "there be dragons". And they were right.

The dinosaur was a dragon.

For the bones of dragons became the fossils of dinosaurs.

Lore

A serpent of great magic crowned with horns.

A creature unlike anything living crowned as its kin's king.

Two wildly different beasts, and yet "Sue" is both this Phantasmal Specie and the prehistoric creature at the same time. A seemingly confusing identity, which is not helped by Sue's answers to any inquiries about such:

"Who am I?

I'm me. That's who I am.

But if you need to call me anything, call me Sue. That's what you call me. You also call me Tyrannosaurus rex and Horned Serpent, so you can use those too.

Hmm? Which Horned Serpent?

I don't know. It's just that. Horned Serpent. Maybe ask others of your kind about it? You're the ones who call me that."

But the truth behind it, really, is simple.

It has to do with her fossil remains.

Long, long ago, in a land before our time, the dominant species was not humanity. They wouldn't appear for a long, long time. Instead, it was a species best known today as "dinosaurs", a kind that was one and the same as the creatures known as "dragons" today. These creatures were diverse, filling many of nature's niches all across the world in various different ways. And in this era, the Cretaceous to be previse, was when "Sue" lived. She wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She was simply one dinosaur of many of her kin, a predator who simply lived. If there was anything noteworthy of her, it was that she had survived much longer than most who gained numerous injuries and infections. But even she wasn't invincible to such things, so long before a great "star" flew came to crash on Earth and annihilate almost all life on it, she had already laid to rest, succumbing to sickness instead of traveling to the Reverse Side of the World as most of her kin have been doing.

Eons and eons and eons later, the land she had called home would then have humanity settle down. In this time, the various humans would encounter many Horned Serpents, and each tribe would give them their own names. They would respect these serpents, befriend these serpents, fight these serpents, but most notably of all, hunt for parts from the serpents. Sometimes they would simply carve off the horns slowly over time, sometimes they would slay them and take the piece with the highest concentration of magic, and sometimes...they would find bones in the ground, near where the serpents would live. They might not be as potent as living ones, but those that lived were dangerous, and bones were not. And while, indeed, some of these bones were truly the remains of Horned Serpents, the other "bones" were, in fact, Tyrannosaurus rex fossils. But as they were simply fragments, they did not know of the whole. No one did...until 1900.

The first, more complete, skeleton of T. rex was discovered. Two years after that, yet another. And then in 1905, it finally gained its name of Tyrannosaurus rex. For some time, there wasn't much more known about the dinosaur until decades later, when interest renewed and more fossils of the theropod was found. As they learned more and more, eventually, in one hot day in 1990, out in South Dakota's Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, all those efforts lead to an amateur paleontologist finding the most complete skeleton of Tyrannosaurus rex since: the bones of Sue herself. Thanks to her remains, they had an even clearer image of the king of the dinosaurs, an image that would go on to stay in the public's mind thanks to pop culture. And with that, Sue is, as far as it's conerned with this Servant, the T. rex.

But even with the discovery of the specie's true appearance, that doesn't change the fact the bones of her kind had been sought for and revered by Native Americans as the those of Horned Serpents. And so, whenever someone makes use of T. rex fossils as a catalyst, they are likely to summon this: an odd amalgamation of the mythological serpent and the scientific tyranosaurid; of an individual with powers from an aggregate; and of a peasant crowned king after death.

Personality and Wish

Sue is an animal. That is the short of personality.

That isn't to say she is dumb or evil.

She is capable of acts that most people would consider evil. She doesn't blink an eye in killing things, whether be it strong opponents, weak individuals, or even children. She doesn't care if she eats humans, cannibalizes her own kind, or even consumes young. In general she seems unaffected by death. The most she would react to, say, a genocide would be, "Ah, what a waste of food... I'm going to try and eat as much of it as I can before it rots." But it is that very same animal mindset that means she isn't truly cruel. She gives swift deaths to her opponents, both good and bad, not taunting them during a fight, nor torturing them before ending them. If someone wants to not fight her anymore or surrenders, she'll let them go. And if someone happens to be kind to her, treating her with affection or feeding her food, she can return both favors. Because she still has feelings too, as all life does. Even more so now that she been granted the title of "King".

So in general Sue more comes off as, surprisingly, a "gentle giant matriarch". She likes to take naps, especially on the threshold of the riverbank under the sun, liking how the warmth and cold sinks into her skin. When she isn't sleeping, she plays through "play fights" with whoever is willing to play with her, big or small, human or not. And when she isn't playing...she is scouting. Surveying. Protecting her territory and group, wherever and whatever both might be during her summoning. For while she is as vicious and formidable as both an apex predator and a type of dragon should be, becoming the very picture of a bloodthirsty monster, she knows the importance of keeping one's own safe, and cooperating in a group. So she isn't one to charge recklessly, and is willing to listen to those more tactically minded, in fact outright putting her foot down if anyone is stupid enough to try and cause disharmony in the group...even if she is very likely to be the cause of such for the more morally idealistic among Heroic Spirits, she herself just shrugging and saying, "Sure. I can stop. But if they attack again, I'm killing them," when they tell her to try and not kill or eat things willy nilly, not realizing the contradiction even as she's trying her best to be accommodating.

Because again, in the end, Sue is just an animal. A talking Phantasmal animal, but an animal nonetheless. She doesn't care for what most would consider "good" or "evil" or what have you. What she cares about is getting a good meal, some fun, make sure her Master, their allies and the world survive, and then have a good nap, which she believes, as an animal, is the ideal "King". So in essence, she is an ideal Servant. She is obedient of her Master's wishes, meaning for most magi she will not shying away from killing, and is unlikely to question them, especially if they can impress her in some way through hunting or strength. However, if the Master treats her cruelly, or not care for needs, that being eating and napping, then as they say, "Corner a dog in a dead-end street and it will turn and bite." And so for other, less typical Masters, than she is essentially a giant dog they can get the good graces of and, if they're lucky, succeed, gain her loyalty and affection...and act like a big Mama Bear. A forty foot long Mama Bear.

Wish
"Me? Ya want me to make a wish? All right. I want the world's best food for me. ...? Is something wrong, Master?"

Relationships

Residents of Chaldea

Records of the Throne

Relics of the Lost World

Bond Craft Essence

Author's Notes

And there. Finally, after, what? Two weeks, here's my entry. I hope you guys like it 'cause...damn, there are so many cool and amazing entries (as usual) and here I have my sheet. Which I don't feel the best about 'cause I feel like I didn't do the ever famous T. rex justice. X/ And in this case I really can't tell if it's my low self confidence or it's really a legit concern because I was basically doing the same as Frigix: finding a figure to insert T. rex into. But mostly, I'm just happy to at least make some form of this sheet, because, as I said, how could I not when the literal Meteor is one of the sheets? I couldn't resist.

Speaking of sheets tho, just a few things to note that I'mma try to be quick on (otherwise I'll proly ramble ~~spoiler warning: i still did~~).

Sources I used was mainly Bill Grantham's "Creation myths and legends of the Creek Indians" (pdf download here, if you wish to peruse), this site called "Native Languages.org", some Wikipedia and a little from "Seneca myths and folk tales" (archive.org link here; gutenberg link here). You might notice that because of using that first book, Sue is largely based on the Uktena, but I more wanted Horned Serpents "in general" because what I'm really writing is "Sue the T. rex but with mythological ties", since the original idea was just Sue herself. I checked in with pine how feasible that was and I will admit, I'm glad I did, because I do like the NP I made instead, thanks to all the Horned Serpent stuff. Now onto Sue herself...

The name of the NP means "transparent" and is actually referring to the gem in the forehead of an uktena, but instead I transferred that to the horns, Horned Serpents' most distinctive feature, and besides the horns are more common than a gem as far as I can tell. The "overtitle" of "crown of the great king" is me combining "king of the dinosaurs" and "great serpent", another meaning that is another common one for Horned Serpents. ...okay and the actual translation of "Hiintcabiit" that was listed was "water master" and "owner of waters", but "master of waters" sounds cooler, okay? And at least it's a meshed together version of the two.
Some (one?) Horned Serpents might have a tie to the equivalent on the "underworld" trough their connection with water and thus "underwater panther" but one, with how I was reading my research (aka a teensy, tiny, bit...feeling rushed), I couldn't tell what the afterlife is like for most Native American mythologies and such so I didn't feel too confident in making up a reason for the connection, and two, I didn't want to add too many skills when I already have a habit of that, so yeah, underworld connection got cut out.
The "mortal enemy" for Horned Snakes is typically the Thunderbird, but sometimes there aren't those and instead Thunder Spirits, so I decided to go with that when referring to them.
The reason Sue likes music and sumac (a type of spice as far as I can tell) is 'cause in the "Creation myths and legends of the Creek Indians", one of the way to get the horns of a serpent is to lure it with music in sumac and, over the course of four times, carve at the horns until you get both.
Sue is height is six foot five because "65 million years ago". Her serpent form is 80 feet long because 40 feet, the length of Sue...felt short for a serpent for me.
Her "title" of "Rider of the Lost World" is to, well, reference "Lost World", mainly Jurassic Park and the 1925 film, but really just a general "dinosaur reference".
She's Rider 'cause...well really I was tempted to stick her into Ruler or Monster class, but eh, Rider works just as well...as well, so I thought I'd just stick her to a regular class container since it fits well enough this time.
Hopefully I conveyed her personality right... I really was trying for "she's basically an animal" kinda like how we can sometimes, well, befriend predators, and have in the case of dogs and cats, but you got to remember in the end that they don't think the same as humans. We can still be by their side and enjoy their company, and they (usually) won't stand for being cruely treated, but in the end, they do "good things" because we consider them good... I think. It's kinda a thing I feel inequipped to actually talk about since it like...feels like veers into philosophy(?) and I am wholly unexperienced in that subject but still my intent anyway...
The whole "what measure is a king?" thing was something from that train of thought...as in that T. rex is king because we say so. Sure, it was the apex predator of its time, but like...it could've been any other dinosaur to be named king. So why is T. rex so special? Well, a lot of things, but so are other dinos and... I don't know where I'm going with this anymore. Only that it spawned from the above.
And speaking of above, this took so long because, this is the best way I can describe it, Sue was being a pain in the ass being written, as she just...refused to come into existence when I went with my usual format, and still refused when I went with some of my other formats, until I had an epiphany of "well, she's a 'simple dinosaur', let's have the format be simple to reflect that", and it was only then did the words flow and she let herself be written.
Yes I used Tyrantrum as an FC (a fan made Gigantimax Tyrantrum fanart to be specific). Mostly for those horns. ...okay half for the horns and half cause i love tyrantrum.
Meanwhile her human form was largely picked for color scheme but the general vibe I wanted was "kinda bored buff woman staring right at ya" to match the original FC I had for Sue.
Picking Horned Serpent in the first place was originally just because "dragon" and "Native American" but then I found the wikipedia page for the history of tyrannosaurid research and it mentions Tyrannosaurus fossils might have influenced the local Horned Serpent, Ahke. So Horned Serpent was locked in.

Aaaand there's probably more trivia and stuff I want/need to say, but my memory decided to go "nope" on at this time...so yeah. Again. Hoped you enjoyed this sheet in some way.

There. DONE. Now to get to commenting on the sheets...
...which im very behind on. goshdanggit

**TQG Imaginatorious** · October 13th, 2023, 08:45 PM

Yes, a T-Rex! Finally! Guess who's getting at least one point during the vote?

**TrueMrMultiverse** · October 14th, 2023, 02:33 AM

A lovely sheet Draco-the synchonising of Sue and a Horned Serpent's a great idea!

**DelRey** · October 15th, 2023, 06:07 PM

Top Level Notes

The howling winds and crashing waves clawed at our ship, and I found myself pitched overboard in the midst of the blizzard. The icy grasp of the sea shocked me, sending my heart pounding as my lungs heaved for air. I struggled against the crushing weight of my armor, the very same that had once been my shield, now my shackles. Desperation urged me to swim, to fight against the current that threatened to swallow me whole. Yet the weight was relentless, dragging me downward into the abyss. In that heart-stopping moment, the memories of a lifetime surged forth. The thrill of battles won, the warmth of the hearth, the laughter of my children - they all danced before me, a panorama of life that now felt so distant. The smiles of my parents before I set out to become a viking, the taste of the lips of my first and last woman, the warmth of mead shared by a roaring fire with friends – a tapestry of memories was woven before my mind’s eye.

Ah, it was a good life.

While the seconds slipped away, my fingers found the satchel at my side. With trembling hands, I pulled out the piece of gold I once took from a man I felled with the blade. My first spoils of war will become my final offering to the guardians of the sea. I shall not enter these halls empty-handed. Embracing the inevitable, I closed my eyes, and the tumultuous world above slowly faded into silence.
Vikings welcome death with a smile. My last breath to fill my body with the green of the sea.

As the coldness seeped into my bones, something happened. An embrace, gentle yet unyielding, seemed to cradle me in its watery arms. My mind drifts away, but where I expect darkness, a green light blinds me through my tired eyes. I opened them and saw seaweed and kelp had taken on a life of their own to guide me to the shining depths below. The abyss became serene. The plant life formed towering forests, swaying in a rhythm as old as time itself. It was like finding respite under a tree’s sunny canopy. And there, amidst the verdant embrace, swam a figure of breathtaking beauty.

“You look fascinating. Come with me. Tell me everything, yes, handsome?”

With my last strength, I reached out to her with my piece of gold in hand, and she grabbed it gently. My body and senses slipped away, but I felt her smile. My soul belongs to her now.
She wanted to tell me something and guide me to her hall beneath the green, but then another presence changed the waves.

< ─ ⪻ ─ ⋘ ─ ⪡ ─ ⫷ ─ ┤├ ─ ⫸ ─ ⪢ ─ ⋙ ─ ⪼ ─ >< ─ ⪻ ─ ⋘ ─ ⪡ ─ ⫷ ─ ┤├ ─ ⫸ ─ ⪢ ─ ⋙ ─ ⪼ ─ >

“Handsome, hmm? I remember how you called me like that, too.”
“!”
“My dear Rán, it has been too long…”
“Aegir… What are you doing here?”

I would bear witness to a reunion that would change the tides of time.

~ ♬ ~

╼_R_I_D_E_R_╾
「 Hafgufá King of Sea Forests 」

= Aegir =

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"When I finally saw my wife again, she held the body of a young male human. She called him handsome. I try to imitate his appearance while adding some endearing features of the animals in my garden."

╼_B_I_N_D_E_R_╾
「 Valkyrie Queen of Green Depths 」

= Rán =

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"Tell me your name, young man. And then tell me about your life. Whatever comes to your mind. I am listening, excuse me if I interrupt with question. A bad habit of mine when I can not get enough."

Alias	Ægir, Brewer of the Gods, Father of the Waves, Lyngbakr's Root
Alternative Classes	Gatekeeper
Origin	Norse Mythology
Height/Weight	can not be measured
Alignment	Lawful Neutral
Attribute	Sky

Likes	aquatic animals and phantasmals, his daughters and wife
Dislikes	humans and humanoids, neglecting duties
Talent	brewing, Veterinary
Natural Enemy	Aesir, Heimdall, Fishermen, Hassan of Serenity
Armament	cauldron, plant mass
Catalyst	a kelp-covered bottle of ancient ale

He posseses a small kettle he carries around. It was a gift from Thor to create massive amounts of ale for the god. As a Divine Construct it simply holds more volume than one might expect, due to it being connected to

Imaginary Numbers Space

Gunningigap.

Alias	Valkyrie Queen of the Sea, the Plunderer, Chains of the Sea, Umbral Tide, Ron
Alternative Classes	Berserker
Origin	Norse Mythology
Height/Weight	169cm/49kg
Alignment	Chaotic Neutral
Attribute	Sky

Likes	private talks, stories, honesty
Dislikes	boring people, animals, deities
Talent	hospitality, conversationalist
Natural Enemy	Hiroku-doji:, literary Servants, Heimdall
Armament	kelp, gold nuggets
Catalyst	a rune-ingraved piece of gold wrapped in kelp

Her true form is much more frightening, but she took a humanoid form to engage with mortals eye to eye, at the cost of the majority of her powers.

STR B	▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓	STR D
END B	▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓	END D
AGI E	▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓	AGI A
MAN EX	▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓	MAN EX
LCK E	▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓	LCK A

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I

“Is it wrong to see my wife?”

“No, but it is strange after so many years.”

“It was hard finding you. I lost my eyes and ears when you left.
You still avoid me. Dear, this form, did you take it to spite me?
We are not hum—”

“I take this form because I want to. Because I need to, Aegir.
Else, I could not approach the drowned peacefully.”

“You could, just like you did before you started these
unnecessary procedures.”

“They are not unnecessary. Our purpose is to collect all data, even those you think
can not be recorded. Through Origins, events of the past with effects on the soul are carried
through the blood of the next gen—”

“Do not argue with irrelevant factors.
These are factors beyond their body, beyond our purview.
You just try to find reason in your obsession.”

I felt how her mood soured, enough to almost turn the water around her into vinegar. She turned her attention back to me and my existence began to be sucked into a shining ray of gold. Is it the nugget I offered her?

“Listen, Rán, I just want things to go back to like they were. As a family.”

“We have no family. There is no shared kinship with any of the other Trees.
We just have us.”

“You still ignore their existence. Ran, how can you?
They are our daughters, part of us two.”

“They are not. The better question is, “How could we?”
They are soulless creatures.”

“You are wrong! They—”

“Are just like your mindless fish? That what you wish to say?
I can not stomach looking at them.”

“Why? They are our daughters, even if not by the standards of men.”

“They are not my daughters. They are a copy of someone else’s pretend daughter.
These girls are just like beasts in your garden – mindless, just existing day after day.”

“Our girls are more than what you make them out to be.
Don’t you remember, humans evolved from fish? They have limitless potential over the millennia.”

“That’s evolution over generations, we went over that, Aegir. But you are right in one part.
I do not see them as fish. I see in them unrealized, no, wasted potential,
and it hurts so much more to see a human-like appearance that calls me “mother”
wasting away without a thought in the world.
They were meant to be more like humans, special, beautiful, emotional.”

“You want our kind to be like them? Like a shepherd wishing to be a sheep?
You want them to be corrupt and broken like humanity? Do you want them to suffer?”

“YES I DO! Of course, I want them to suffer!
And I want them to love and hate, cry and laugh, be bored and excited, feel joy and dread.
I want them to LIVE!
Have a LIFE!
Look forward to seeing another sunrise!
They are swimming corpses without a heart. Even those things born from the flesh of Ymir had
at least a semblance of personality.”

“Rán, listen, you are way too harsh to them. Have you ever seen a fish play with me?
Or how they sneakily follow their mother around? Appear absent-minded when someone close to them disappears,
never to return? I know you do not care for animals anymore, just for humans, but they are capable of love.
They can do too, but you never looked at them. Don’t you realize that they call you mother out of love?
Because they think of you as their beloved mother?”

“That's not love, that's instinct and dependency.
Animals act according to the dictation of their genes. There is no thought behind those murky eyes.
There is no love in the animal world, they kill even their own children for sustenance.
They rather kill than share their part of the sea. Monsters, all of them. And you made these girls like that.
We gave them eyes that could see the whole ocean’s beauty,
yet they comprehend nothing beyond their next target.“

“Then how come you defend humanity when they do exactly the same?”

“They have reasons, circumstances, situations we can not understand sometimes.
They are creatures we have yet to understand fully.
That is why I love to talk to them, because I learn about them. You never did that.”

“You hypocrite! Animals do what they do for survival. Humanity kills for fun and pleasure,
wealth and glory. They CHOOSE to kill,
not just their own kind, everything. They do it with a sickening matter of course.
Both may draw blood, but animals do it out of necessity and in compliance with nature.
Humanity disrupts it. That much is obvious.
Have you seen the body just now? Full of scars,
we both know he took more than enough lives.”

“And then they move on as if it never happened.
No consciousness, they took another species’ life without any emotion.
Yes, there are humans who kill for pleasure, but at least they feel something afterward.
And there are many who feel remorse, it weighs on their mind.
This man will be the same. And those he left behind will mourn his death.
If he was a murderer, his drowning was judgement enough.
His victims’ families would rejoice upon hearing it. Why?
Because a life has meaning in the human world!
Because it had a history and a future! And they learn and change from both.
That is evolution, Aegir.”

It is as if the sea held its breath. In that moment, I contemplate my life. I killed many men. Not because I enjoyed it, but because I did it to earn enough gold for my wife and children back at home. Were my victims good men? The silence of the sea was interrupted by a heavy voice.

“Then how come, after all those years, our daughters had no value in your eyes?”

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"Even minor animalistic features seem to disappoint her. I reduced non-humanoid aspects as much as I could. I feel weak. There is a flaw in their design. I aged the specimen up to be more mature and strong, but appears to have had the opposite effect. One more reason to dislike their kind. But as long she adores them, I will endure."

"What did you feel when you first held her hand, Snaer? Your hands look rough from swinging your axe around, did you fear hurting her tender hands?"

Divine Core of the Dark Sea B
Rider is the deified distant sea. The cradle of sea storms, home of giant phantasmals and grave of even the bravest of sailors. He is the father of the waves and sends them or terrifying beasts with tremendous powers out to bring rain and torrents to the unsuspecting.

Divine Core of the Dark Sea D+
The goddess representing the dangerous waters far beyond the shore.
She is the death hidden in the sea storms. Because she spread her essence
across the whole Sea, her Divinity diluted.
Prayers to her were offered out of fear, for she would catch them with
her net of seagrass. Before mortals changed her, both as an elemental
and as a person, she was a mere extension of the Divine Tree Hlér’s will.
Unfeeling, she would drag down any species, no matter if kind-hearted
Cetacean or vicious Megalodon, into the maw of the green seabed.

Magic Resistance A+
An ancient Elemental that acts as the Avatar of the Engulfer Tree, Hlér. The mystery surrounding him surpasses even that of other deities, as he swam through ancient waters that might date back farther than the Miocene era, when the first plant matter developed in the Primordial Waters of the North.

Independent Action A
The vikings set to sea to be the freest of men.
It was her that could take this freedom away. She is like the sea itself.
Trying to restrain her is as foolhardy as standing in the water,
thinking one can stop the waves through will itself.
So great is her independence, that she can grant it to others, too.
Before they vanish without a Master, they can have a nice long talk.

Riding A+
Rider can ride or even become some of the most feared maritime Phantasmal Beasts of the North and control them as he likes. The Sea Dragon that circles the world was beyond his control, but not due to a lack of trying.

Binding and Fettering A+
Binder uses the net she is said to catch sailors with as her primary weapon.
Long strands of woven seaweed ensnare the target and prevent them from moving,
while she takes a good look at them.
"Hmm? Oh, you look like someone who can tell good stories.
Come, what was your latest adventure?"
Binder is greedy and demands full attention. She does the same but only
to one target at a time. The target chosen depends on who she judges
most interesting right now. At A+ rank, she siphons all Parameters away, but does not use
them to empower herself or others.
She does so only against certain individuals that share her texture.

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II

“There is a difference that you do not understand Aegir. There is “being alive” and “living”.
Animals are alive, but they do not live.
Perhaps that is why the girls can take lives without any hint of remorse. They slaughtered sailors
and dropped their bloody remains into our forests without any reflection of thought in their eyes.
And the more important reason is because they do not remember their own life.
There is nothing to say, no plans ahead, no reminiscence of the past, nothing they actually experience.
They exist to fulfill the task you gave them. Just some other beasts to do your bidding.
The only thing you gave them as a “father”. ”

“There is nothing to be remorseful of, because they did their duty.
And what have you given them as a “mother”, then? Only their form.
I made them more human according to your wishes. Only so you would not look at them!
Ignore them, hurt them!”

“So they may enjoy life among humanity! I did not expect for us to fail.
Never once have I heard them complain or see a change on their face. If they are able to feel anything,
they sure did not feel anything from my behavior.”

“A doll out of sand does not become a human because it looks like one. It is not their nature.
We did not create them for the human race, we made them for us.”

“And somehow, across the world, exactly that happened. Because gods breathed a soul into it,
something that you did not deem necessary.”

“You know better, Rán, humans evolved and were not cast from a mold, just like any other animal.
The Elementals told these stories to gain more authority over them. They are just like the mortals,
just with more power to back up their inherent vices and privileges.”

“They are not like humans! The Aesir and Vanir are gods who did their utmost to make the life of humanity
miserable by making them act against their true nature. Wars were their invention.
It is their whole reason for existing.”

“And yet they took their forms and traits from the thoughts of humanity. They are a mirror of their true inner selves.
I believe it is the other way around. My animals know no such things.
You will not see schools of fish fighting in a blood-frenzied rage over my blessing, neither will I ever give them such.”

“That is why I try to be a better goddess.
I can not help them in their life,
but at least make their death comfortable enough and show them that at least one of them cares.”

“You still drag them down regardless and bring their end prematurely!”

How did I fall off the ship, I wonder? At the moment I contemplated, I felt her gaze, before she turned her attention back to the darkgreen presence.

“... How come you are suddenly so critical of the gods?
You, who shared so many drinks with them?
You told me to act like their greatest friends, so we become their allies.”

“No, I did not. I wanted a neutral position in the texture we operate.
But I realized too late that they are not what I think they were…”

“What are you trying to say, Aegir? You hide something.”

“... Listen, we just happened to be worshiped as gods.
You have no obligations toward them. Like your humans, I had to play politics,
because they were powerful enough to be a threat to the Tree.
Odin could remove Hlér from the texture and let it rot in a lifeless state.
I did what I had to as the Avatar of it. Because that is my purpose.
I am sorry you had to play along, despite your disdain for them.
But this was your duty too. You are a collector for and protector of Hlér.
These Elementals were obvious threats, dangers that we could not have overcome alone,
no matter how magnificent you are in strength.
That is why I agreed to grant your plea for a family.
So we could be more than just two against many.”

“I suspected as much, but I did not expect you to bait me with a family,
just to build a group of mindless guardians.
I had more faith in you, in us.”

“We both did, Rán. Our nine girls were, like us, descendants of the Tree.
They are part of the Tree and you are its guardian.
When you left for a different part of the sea, you abandoned it, me
and our daughters.”

“I did not abandon my duty, I continued and provided quality data from different kinds of mortals,
each more interesting than the next, biologically and mentally. It brings me more joy talking to them,
seeing them off before their soul travels on, than see the same clam absorbed over centuries.
I found my purpose and followed my heart.
Aegir, I am sorry it hurt you so, but we both agreed to part for a while, even if we did not say it out loud.
I still love you, I mean it.
And even if that too is just part of the program that the Tree gave us, it is something I would not let go off.
Perhaps you can find comfort in that.
Still, I had a choice and I decided to fulfill my duty in my own way. You did not grant them this privilege.
And it was better that way to not let them live in the presence of me, who could not accept them.”

“So you do still care about them, yes?”

“In a way, I care because you care. Not because they are my daughters, but because they are to you.”

“Do you wish to hear what happened after you left?”

“What happened, Aegir?”

“... I failed.”

The surrounding water became heavier. Heavy with guilt and regret. No physical body was needed to feel that.

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"I overheard her saying she preferred the older humans. I simulated the aging process of the biological data of a man called "Snaer". It is the man she harvested when we talked again. I'm hopeful this form will satisfy her."

"Snaer, are you not telling me something? That is not fair, we talked for so long now. You do not have to keep secrets from me. It is about the gold you gave me, right? You have slain a man for it. Do you regret it?"

Tide-touched Mnemonic Cambium B
Rider’s function as an Avatar of the Divine Kelp Tree Hlér. He acts as the Tree’s layer between the

kelp forest system

physical skin

that touches the environment and the

Gaia

inner workings of the tree,

The Cambium is the cell-generating layer that filters the information it receives and creates new plant matter to use as building blocks while also creating tree rings.
Rider gathers information for the Tree. That is his purpose.
He selects and absorbs biomass from the water and records its biological data. While dead species drift towards his deep green graveyard all the time, some specimen are foreign to it, and they need to be recorded immediately, for Hlér and his own curiosity. Fresh and alive allow for the most precise data before deterioration takes place.
A skill that edges on a form of Vampirism. Rider can absorb living species and gain Mana, biological information and skills from them. He is biased and discards skills of Servants with the “Human” Attribute immediately, but the closer they were to “Animals” the more likely it is, that Rider adds their skills to his repertoire.
These biological information are recorded and compared with all the millennia of data he gathered, and, if target of benefits or demerits from allies or enemies, may recall them again. This might prolong the duration of these effects considerably, for better or worse.

Fate Weaver (Tide) B
Like the Valkyries, Binder wove the fate of brave men on the sea. The chosen ones caught her interest and their souls were allowed entry into her hall below the sea. Uninteresting ones were not claimed, and were allowed to carry on with their boring lives. Binder grants her "favor" to opponents she likes. Their Luck Parameter near water sinks to below E and targets lose their resistances to water-based attacks and effects. If not near water, their Luck actually rises, raising them enough to succeed in dangerous situations to prevent demise outside her domain. Because there is no actual ill will behind it, as she sees it as an invitation, these effects may evade some resistances as they fail to register as actual attacks. Her capriciousness may lead to her losing interest in the target, revoking said invitation.
Binder may weave their fate, but she also laces their lives and stories into a beautiful tapestry inside her head, carrying it with her as long as she exists. If they possess intellectual skills, they may live on with her.

Understanding of the Natural Body A
The Divine Kelp Tree absorbed the carcasses of countless animals and innumerable remains of plant life across the millennia, recording everything there is to know about them. But evolution always changes the status quo. Unending curiosity drives the Tree and Rider to continue to gather and understand.
He uses the medicine in his body to heal a fishes' fever, use the algae he emits to stop a flower’s wound, and use his own skin to mend burnt skin of a whale. He absorbed enough bodies to treat humans too, but he does not care to treat them, unless they appear useful for the wellbeing of animals.

Discernment of the Poor C
The insight to see through the opponent's character and attribute. Binder’s ability to see at first glance if someone is “interesting”. She spent countless hours talking with those she invited into her halls below the sea, listened to them all and remembers each of their stories She does not detect the lies the liar believes themselves or even the stories they want to believe true, but she can discern the lies they tell themselves to avert the truth. She feels the presence of thoughts left unsaid, driving any talk forward until they speak their mind truly and honestly. The closer the target is to the attribute “Animal”, the less interest she will be able to muster.

Intoxicating Aroma of Fruits B+
Rider ferments seawater and plant material in his body to create attractants and medicine for any regular lifeforms on Earth. If he could gather enough information about them over time, elementals can be counted among this list too. He became known as “The Brewer of the Gods” because for the Aesir, Vanir and humans, a form of honey mead, made from the sap of sunken trees, were most delectable for these creatures. His breath and mere presence increases the mood and makes him appear more approachable than he actually is. His precise control over these attractants allows him to control lower lifeforms, as if he has gained Familiars or a high rank in Animal Communication. The substances he can create can dull the demerits he recalls or prolong the benefits he receives.

Mead Maiden C
Binder is the wife of Aegir, god of the Sea and Brewer of Gods. So great were his talents, that the gods frequented his hall to enjoy his mead. He was so esteemed, that he was allowed to keep a neutral position in all matters, even during Ragnarök. During their stay, she would play the part of dutiful hostess. A skill similar to Proof of Friendship, that convinces others to have a drink together. "Just one drink," they say, but the cup magically refills itself, continuing their good time. Through her experience with all kinds of Norse Gods and the countless sailors she drowned, she instinctively knows how to convince someone for a drink and how to deal with drunks.
Even if she shows passive-aggressive animosity toward them during their night of drinking, she will always appear at least neutral to good toward them. A skill that's main purpose is to satisfy her intrigue in mortals and foster good relations with the divine race that she dislikes.

Shapeshift B
Rider is the Avatar of a Tree that spans the entire seas around the Norse Texture. His body is made out of algae and other plant matter, which he forms as the environment dictates. The locale he manifests in dictates the content of his body. Rider can reform and rearrange his body as he wishes and can make use of the data he gathered, including those of humans. Disgruntled, he takes on different humanoid appearances in an attempt to get emotionally closer to his wife again. The appearances he chose are of those he feels Rán took a liking to.

Golden Rule A
A skill befitting her name of “The Plunderer”. It does not represent the giving sea with its endless bounty of fish, but of the sea that takes tributes. Sailors and Fishermen put small pieces of gold into their pockets to have a gift when they become guest in Binder’s hall. Treasures lost to the sea become hers by right.
Binder has an easy time receiving gold and valuables from enemies and an even easier time finding gold in rivers, where the Norse men washed and panned for it. Her hall is said to be lit with the “Fire of the Ocean”, treating gold as a mere light source. The souls of the drowned are imbued into these pieces of gold and their talks take place within them. Even after these souls departed after their talks ended, their memories remain in form of Mana. She and allies can use this them as a mana source, similar to some applications of gem magecraft, but the user will experience moments of the souls’ life and their stay with her. Despite an abundance of gold she could adorn herself with, she only wears a simple necklace with a smooth peace of amber on it, the first gift she received from him.

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III

“You let this happen?! And you come before me acting like the good father?”

“I had no choice, Rán! I had to weigh the consequences.”

“You had a choice, and you decided against them. You ingratiated yourself to these damn gods,
so they would not threaten Hlér. You even came to me and said they are part of it,
and then you let Odin and his maniac Bragi do their experiments!”

“It was either letting them suffer a bit or risking the Tree and the whole oceanic flora and fauna.
Our daughters are strong, I thought, they can endure. I talked to Odin several times and saw what he was truly capable of.
We still would have stood no chance against him, and it was all to prepare for Ragnarök.”

“Tell that to yourself all you want. You thought the fish and phantasmals are worth more
than what you describe as your own daughters! And you thought so, despite everything you knew about Odin!
You, too, heard what the other gods said about this cunning old man.
To fulfill his goal, he will not shy away from any kind of deceit.
You were too trusting!”

“I KNOW! When you were gone, he dared more and more, and I could not refuse.
I needed you and your skills when talking to them. He convinced me that he is more rational than humanity.
But he is worse, relentless when he believes that this will save his family in the future.
Odin was paranoid and desired to create a new kind of god that would comprehend everything in the world, a personal guardian of the World Tree.
It was before he achieved true wisdom. Of course, he would try to use the power of a Divine Tree.
It is all my fault.”

“No, it is ours. He planned this from the get go. His wife helped him.
She gushed about the greatness of humanity when we talked and implored me to follow my heart. I am to blame too.
If I did not listen to her, perhaps I would not had left. I was blind and too naive.
They manipulated us both.”

“Yes, I realized way too late. He once told me in private how he created the Valkyries from pieces of the Snow-White Giant's enormous core.
Odin did that to plant the seeds of how we would build our own family.”

“A guardian for the Tree of Nine Worlds, Nine Mothers with eyes to see a whole realm.
Did he drown his own creation and broke her core conveniently in nine equal parts, just so we bear nine daughters?
How sick can he be?”

“Yes, most likely.”

“We both fell for it. Aegir… We are fools.”

“Yes… I know.”

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Allfather… the god I once hoped to share a drink with in the afterlife. I would spit it in his face now if I could. The silence in the sea is uncanny. But there was a roaring torrent, not of water, but of emotions, directed directly into the Halls of Asgard.

“We kill him, and everyone involved in it. Including that guardian.”
“Yes, we will. We finally agree.”
“When is he complete?”
“Soon. When he is, we can not plot against Odin anymore. He will know. We plan this now. You know the prophecy, we use it against him. We are irrelevant to him now.”

Then a plan was hatched, an undercurrent to the flow of prophecy.
The snake was fed in the sea.
Heroic Souls were sent to the frightening daughter.
Information were gathered.
A net was shared with the Trickster.
Ale too strong was gifted to the heroes before battle.

"Love is a strange thing, is it not? I changed for her and became closer to a mortal, just so she would see in me something more appealing. But she laughed at me. It was the sweetest smile. She wants me to accept her form and passion for humanity, but not that I become like them. She does still prefer the true me. No words ever made me happier."

Hlér Aegirheimr

Evergreen Canopy of the Winter Sea

Rider embodies the essence of the Engulfing Tree Hlér, the Divine Kelp Forest of the Northern Seas. As its avatar, Rider's entire being—flesh, bones, and skin—is composed of algae, kelp, and other aquatic plant matter. By harnessing immense amounts of mana within his core, he can generate vast quantities of plant material and replicate the forms of phantasmal creatures that the Tree has recorded throughout its existence. This mimicry extends from small fish to sea serpents of human size and even various species of large Hafgufa.

The most formidable entity Rider can replicate is the ancient Phantasmal Lyngbakr—an enormous whale-like creature that once served as a roaming drone for the sea's surface. Lyngbakr, colossal as an island and covered with lush vegetation and colorful berries to lure in prey, would ensnare sailors at sea and animals near the coasts, subsequently submerging to drown them, all in the pursuit of recording their biological information and souls for the Tree. The origins of the Lyngbakr lie in Hlér's hunger for knowledge on land flora and fauna beyond its reach. As the Tree's roots delved into the continent, the earth would rupture, giving rise to a gargantuan phantasmal entity formed of plant life, carrying an island on its back.

The mana required for such creations is monumental, yet Rider can imbue fragments of his Divinity into these creatures. This fusion of his essence with precise imitations of their bodies and original souls results in vessels almost indistinguishable from their originals. These entities gain a degree of self-sufficiency and can generate mana independently. Rider can then issue commands, compelling them to fight on his behalf.

The potency of the creature corresponds to the proportion of his Divinity shared with it. Crafting a Lyngbakr necessitates dedicating half of his Core and maintaining constant control to prevent its vanishing into the sea. However, its storm-controlling abilities were attributed to Aegir. Certain types of Hafgufa resemble massive jellyfish, capable of inducing fierce blizzards. Among these, the infamous Kraken, an enormous cephalopod-like entity with a strong aversion to humans, is the most renowned. Rider allocates up to a quarter of his essence to control these beings. For terrestrial transportation, he can conjure a Nykur, an aquatic equine figure capable of traversing water, even cascades.

Upon the destruction of these creatures, Rider must reabsorb their remains to mitigate permanent damage to his core. Even with proper reintegration, he sustains injury, but this damage can gradually heal over time.

"You do harbor regrets. He was uninvolved and you were intoxicated. I have seen what ale can do, even to gods. If I have regrets? I did promise to be honest too, huh? You listened to our talk, right? Then you know my regret, Snaer.
...Snaer, would you be willing to help me...us? You knowing our situation and forgiving me despite the truth of our meeting...I trust you."

Ránar Andaskflaugnet

Divine Kelp Forest’s Embrace

Binder is an extension of the Divine Kelp Tree Hlér, acting as its guardian and sentinel. Divine Trees are extensions of Gaia to catalog and record the lives of their texture. The kelp forests of the Northern Sea are an intricate network belonging to the Divine Tree, meticulously recording all life ensnared within their seaweed embrace. In her role, Binder gathers the drowned with the kelp forest as her "net".

The tree disperses particles of itself in the form of algae, disseminating them through the frigid waves of the North Sea. These algae, like her, are extensions of the Tree's essence. Through them, she can tap into their collective experiences, connecting with the entire sea as part of her sensory system. This grants her a unique form of Clairvoyance within her realm, comparable only to the profound understanding that Scathach-Skadi held over her Lostbelt. She commands the movements of underwater plant life on a grand scale, like additional limbs.

Binder's combat prowess, particularly her ability to ensnare and engage foes with her extensive kelp strands, is unmatched, qualifying her as a Lancer Class if she would not restrain herself to the humanoid form. When submerged or amidst a field of aquatic plant life, her martial capabilities approach the level of the Chain of Heaven.
Her formidable power dissuaded the Norse Gods from taking a resolute stance against her activities, which included preemptively claiming potential Einherjar by drowning them in the sea before their destined time in battle arrived.

In cases where a leyline is situated far below the surface, Binder can siphon its energy for individuals she deems intriguing. This process involves transmitting mana swiftly from one algae to another, akin to neurons firing in a brain. Similar to her husband Aegir, she possesses the ability to conjure familiars in the form of diverse phantasmal creatures that found their eternal rest on the green-lit ocean floor. However, her interests are primarily vested in humans, and she demonstrates little to no interest to any sort of animal. Should her subject of interest possess an aquatic beast, she might be persuaded to imbue it with the algae's essence, augmenting its capabilities and even size beyond the ordinary.

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Personality

Aegir is a strong King, who does not know how to use his power and authority. He is not used to be met with resistance because animals simply obey. That is why he can be overpowered quite easily, a trait exploited by the Aesir.
Having lived for thousands and thousands of years in the service of the Tree, he gained his own perspective on time. The surface world mutates each passing year, but the seas remain undisturbed from change. Steady changes are welcome, enthralling even, providing ample material for analysis, documentation, and record-keeping. He can expect change, but sudden changes shatter the illusion of a powerful king, and reveal just a scholarly spirit confined within a physically imposing build.
Perhaps that is another angle for his dislike for humanity. In his perception, they are the epitomy of unpredictability. They steadily change the status quo through all their ventures in the sea.
Loss of life is a concept he understands but can not truly grasp. "Life" is the sum of species. The death of one specimen is like a lone cell's death, necessary for growth. To him, humanity became a cancerous growth, ravaging the world's body.
He has boundless curiosity and his understanding of anatomy of any organism that ever grew or fell in the water is unparalleled. Due to his aforementioned perspective on Life, fear of death for mortals, especially when they are gruesomely absorbed and dissolved while still conscious, is a peculiarity for him, as they "continue on" inside Hlér.
In his interactions, mortals are mere background noise, their words akin to the naivety of children. Animals, on the other hand, intrigue him deeply, though their encounters often culminate in fatal curiosity. If creatures had a concept akin to the Beast Class, he would undoubtedly be a frontrunner.

"To forgive is hard when memories won't fade. They are part of my physical makeup. But for her, to be with her, I would scrape away half my body. But I will never forget my girls."

“Hmmm- This skin, a deeper coloration. Physique is different too, the allocation of muscle mass might indicate a new kind of subspecies or entirely new branch. Let’s see if this human is better than the previous kinds.”

"Leave, human. I undergo an evolution. Each day I have to change my appearance to approach the ideal form that my wife desires in mortals. Perhaps then...
Wait... did she compliment your looks?"

"Animals are superior to you humans. They are kinder, purer, wiser than you could ever be. My wife enjoys complexity more than simplicity. But simplicity creates less flaws. You are the most flawed of them all. We both know that you are complicated, but we reach different conclusions."

Rán is a strong Queen, who does not use her power and authority. Her love for stories is a reflection of the Kelp Forest she serves. Motivated by a ceaseless curiosity, she seeks to document the intangible, to capture the stories that remain beyond the reach of flesh and bone.
Once, she was different—unfeeling and uninterested, much like the offspring that now call her mother. However, the return of humanity to the sea, back to their cradles, kindled change within her. She cherishes this evolution of emotions, proving that she is special among the mindless animals. For too many ages, she gathered the same creatures, differences merely confined to size and physiology, but in essence identical. They reacted the same each time, predictable like the tides. Humans, on the other hand, were always different.
Some thrash around in protest, some accept her embrace, some come to her willingly. The Tree yearned to understand them, while she sought to be continually surprised.
Her patience was unwavering, listening to them tell their somber stories and tall tales as countless moons passed by in a mere moment beneath the billows. Most humans are so incredibly interesting, and she thinks too few recognize this truth. One should take their time and listen to them talk, especially in old age, when all wisdom revealed itself. Over the centuries, she developed a sense for those who stood out, those whose stories were the most intriguing. Quality eclipsed quantity.
She holds humanity in high regard, but Servants born from their imagination struck her as grotesque. Stories taken shape are simply a singular story, they are not their own person and therefore nothing more than a book she will not read. If she wants to understand a book, she engages the author instead. Her distaste for Divine Spirits is rooted in a similar belief. She thinks all Divine Spirits willingly became the characters in a book humanity wrote and they adhere to their roles. The only stories they bother to remember are those penned down for them. Their personalities are static and not fluid like mortals. They simply lack intrigue.
To be with them, she relinquished most of her powers and crafted a vessel with powers similar to what her husband possesses. The excess mass was dispersed across the sea, but still remained part of her, albeit not in physical form. Would she gather them all back, her true might resurfaces. A monster in form, but in alliance with humanity until the end.

"My favorite guests? Hmmm… hmmmm. It has to be the seniors, yes. They are wise, well-mannered, know how to listen and tell good stories. Their whole being fascinates me. The life they lived is etched into their body like marble. The scars tell of war, the wrinkles tell of joy and worry, the sunburned skin of their labor. They are witnesses to their experiences, and nothing is more interesting than that. There is nothing like that in the sea. The torrents wash away the murals I draw in the sand.”

“I love authors and storytellers. Our talks tend to be the longest. They not only tell of their lives, but also of those in their books and those they wish they had written. Not all are meant to live grandiose lives, but if they wanted to, their dreams may just be the stories they would have told in another world. Fantasy is the essence of the future that humans create. If it ceases, so does this world.”

Literary characters:
“Boring. I am sorry, dear, but when you talk, I hear naught of “your story”. It is “their story”. Everything you say does not go beyond the pages of the book. Go fetch me your creator. Do not worry, we will certainly talk about you. I simply wish to hear no story twice.”

“I would never become a Ruler. Knowing things immediately is uninteresting, especially when they can just tell me outright. I also never ruled over those destined for greatness. I never held sway over these souls. Their fate, most times, was to live unassuming lives or perish in the waves, their names swept from the annals of history. None who I ever talked to would be recorded in the Throne of Heroes. I could not bear the thought. At least I remember them and treated them with honors.”

"In these specks of gold, I hold the memories of the deceased. I remember them on my own, but once in a while, I noticed familiarities. They were descendants or relatives of those I talked to before. Sharing their stories with them helps to answer questions and make peace with the past. Even after death, you may learn about your family.

"Live long, prosper and multiply. Your heirs carry your stories across time. As someone who records those stories, I apparently have no need to experience them myself. *Sigh*. The greatest tales are not about slain monsters, hard-earned victories and booze-drowned adventures. They begin with an infant's cry near the fireplace. Human love is much purer than divine love. Oh, my “daughters”? Please, let us not talk about them.“

Valkyries:
"You are not perfect, but so close. But you mourned her, didn't you? What was she called?"

Loki=Rod:
"Loki, old friend. Thank you. I took good care of them. They all grow up so fast, don't they? Ah, yes, he is well on the Reverse Side, he is with her. Through your trickery, Odin did not suspect a thing."

Munch-Pesta:
"So you finally found a passion, Hel. Tell me all about your art."

Baldr Jölnir:
"Ah, fellow guardian of Trees. Fear not, Baldr, we harbor no ill will toward you. We trust that you are better than your father."

Orcus:
"You broak an oath, Chains of the Sea. Your duty stands paramount. Disgrace."

Chicxulub, Beast of Preservation:
"Thank you for paving their way... but we won't grant you the authority to end all life again."

Trilobite, Meganaura:
"Uuggghhhh..."
"Ah, this does bring back memories. Good old times. They were gentle creatures. i would not mind their return, but they would cause trouble for modern life."

Hafren:
"You look just like her before she left. No, excuse me, I am not here for that. You carry a famous fish specimen with you. Please, let me have it. I have need of it."

Leviathan:
"Look Rán, it is her! It has been a while since the last time we talked. She was..."
"You want to absorb her, right?"
"I did not say that."
"No worries, I slay her real quick, she contains quality data for the Tree."
"No, wait!"
(It is uncertain if she was jealous of her, she was trying to eliminate a threat for humans or something in their past happened.)

Naayééʼ Neizghání:
"I know better, I should not ask you this, since it is unhealthy the Hlér and there is another system in place to gather information on the foreign creatures, but please, lend me some specimen. I have to know, I have to."

Old Tom:
"He worked with humans? ... No matter. It will be hard, but I have to study him. He could be as strong as the Lyngbakr."

Hiroku-doji:
"How terrible. Neither a past, nor future. They weren't even allowed to dream. Some humans killed children? I can not... no, they are not like animals. Life has meaning to them. This boy is... yes. He a distorted kind of Hafgufa, there is no other explanation. He feeds on people to bear new creatures to replace them. I can not allow that to happen.
I will not let you speak.
I will not listen.
I will not remember, because you have nothing to be remembered by.
Try to be human all you want, but you are not.
I tried to be a mother, but failed miserably.
You tried to be children, but failed immediately.
We tried to be humans, but failed unfathomably.
I, too, am a key to a Throne of no Heroes.
You told yours to pity themselves.
I told mine to celebrate their lives with me.
It takes a monster to throw a beast back into oblivion."

[Saint Graph Regression detected]
[True Morphology Development]
Behold!
Rán, The Chain of the Sea

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**Vance** · October 15th, 2023, 07:48 PM

Aegir and Ran: Uh, I'm not sure what to say to this other than wow, there is some good byplay between these two with a smidgen of "Aw, they really do love each other."

**TrueMrMultiverse** · October 15th, 2023, 08:47 PM

A pretty exciting duo Del! like the interactions between the two of them and the way the sheet handles both of them

**Crying** · October 15th, 2023, 09:01 PM

I assume that the 'prehistoric' aspect is the North Sea Kelp Forest? Or is it supposed to be about evolution within the ocean?

**FarewellToMrA** · October 16th, 2023, 07:49 PM

I've already posted my entry, but I had a bit of inspiration left to bleed after reading other entries, so here you go. A short supplemental piece a bit more involved than a typical relationship line, regarding Naayééʼ Neizghání's impression of Hiruko-Douji.

Source

His father is gone now.

A corrupting eclipse blocks any trace of his voice from reaching him. Even the fire within himself burns fainter, him standing as if a campfire flickering in a storm’s wind. The weapons he has borrowed still stand at his side, the dripping sky blocking them from being returned, but they hang on his side as nothing more useful on a battlefield than ornaments.

So be it. Weapons of the gods they may have been, the hunter’s talents have grown from when he first petitioned his father for them. Even if he is left with no recourse but to choke the life out of his prey with his bare hands, he is now so far beyond the young man he distantly, vaguely remembers himself to have once been.

This is Gaia, but it is not the 「World」. Nothing here is recognizable as the hunter’s home. Red liquid mars the land, nearly waist high as far as the eye can see. No humans can be seen, but they are still ‘here’ in some manner… otherwise, the hunter wouldn’t be. He is here for their sake.

It doesn’t matter if his father is gone. The wind, as always, is blowing at his back. Hovering around him out of sight, he feels the presence of the evils he had once met which were not Naayééʼ. He hears the voice of Są́, old age, telling a younger him of a world without her, where there were no old people to teach the young ones of the past. Of the dangers of a world of only young things, a world with no growth, no passing on of the wisdom of previous generations and the love that comes with it.

That was secondary in his mind, though. In place of his father, an otherworldly star had taken its place in the sky. The fluid which has poured down upon the land froze and dragged down those who it touched, and gave birth to monsters who just as it once was in olden times, swam across every corner of the land, killing and eating every human and other living thing they could find.

Whatever claim to humanity these things could make was meaningless. Whatever legitimacy or birthright they deluded themselves into believing they held, justifying to themselves drowning the world itself beneath them was irrelevant. As the Third World had ended via flood, now were they trying to end the current world, and build a new one atop it.

They didn’t belong in this world, which they themselves had as good as admitted in trying to destroy this one to make space. And as they crawled out of that star which did not belong…

They were aliens. And in trying to redo creation to their preference, they were declaring themselves the new gods.

So, there was only one thing left for the hunter to do.

The hunter stops his trek across the discoloured, polluted ocean as the wind as his back whistles. He closes his eyes and stands still, impassive at his current position standing directly within the epicenter of his prey’s territory.

As something tears from the surface of the sea, leaping out of the ocean to sink its teeth into the killjoy who refuses to die, to play the children’s game, to dissolute into meat…

The hunter’s hand shoots out a fraction of a second faster, and meets the closest thing his prey has to a neck. He twists, and never even aware of its own death, the broken monster falls from his grasp, floating limply on the surface of the sea to soon after be recycled.

It doesn’t matter if they are 「children」. It doesn’t matter if they are 「innocent」. The Hunter slaughters them without hesitation, without regard to their circumstances. They are 「ugly.」 They are 「deformed.」 They are 「unwanted.」

They are 「alien.」 That is reason enough for them to die.

And yet, killing them…

The hunter looks up, still expressionless, as the sea around him is pierced from beneath, letting the sound of splashing resound across the otherwise silent world. Five or six, their numbers unclear as their forms bleed into each other, surround the hunter. This is not caution, for they do not know it, so much as it is playing with their food, finally finding someone inexplicably able to fight back.

There is no end to their numbers, no definitive cut-off point. Counting is meaningless against a force which will never be depleted, so the hunter has stopped bothering. And even as he kills and kills and kills, the only place left for their bodies to pile is the depths of this sea again, where they are added to the pile and used to give birth to more of themselves. There is no end to this. This is no solution.

…He doesn’t care. The solution doesn’t mean anything to him. The process is everything.

Perhaps some part of himself knows this is futile. But just as much as he knows this, he is unfazed at the thought. Wasn’t that the problem with the Naayééʼ? That they ran out. And then what use was there for a weapon amidst peacetime?

Leave restoring the waters of the world to his brother. Leave shooting down that aberrant star to his father. Leave keeping the last of the humans safe to his mother.

This was his purpose.

As the monsters encircle, readying themselves to collapse in on the hunter, his expression shifts into the closest it can to a smile.

“No, this won’t do at all.” The hunter speaks. For the first time he can remember, he finds himself genuinely unsure of whether he does this out of instinct, as a tactic, as he always does… or if the feeling in his chest, so unfamiliar yet so right, compels him to speak.

“Haven’t you heard, little ones?” The hunter asks, eyes burning. The monsters hear him talking, perking up, but if they are smart enough to listen, the hunter doesn’t know.

The hunter raises his head regardless. “When a child is born, it’s supposed to come into the world screaming.”

The monsters tear forward towards the hunter, and he meets them in turn.

And amidst an otherwise silent world, beneath an eternal noontime sun, the sounds of battle ring out.

**Morg van Destro** · October 17th, 2023, 02:41 AM

Creativity alone didn’t get me anywhere. Time to add flattery.

~♬~

Ethereal
Powerful
Dangerous

Over the course of the eons, for millions of years, the world would continually be consumed in ice. Time and again, the world would become a beautiful array of crystalline structures and sheer white landscapes. As soon as ice first crept across the surface of the Planet, it was given a purpose. Whenever the world found itself overwhelmed by the cold, the world was wiped clean save for the strong, and began anew.

It is the nature of the old to be wiped away for the new. It was the cold’s purpose to facilitate this. Culling that which was not worth keeping. Preserving that which was.

And so she did, gazing across the ethereal plains of frost, uncaring and cold.

She did it without comment or complaint. Ice does not possess a will or opinion. It simply spreads and saps heat. It courses over the world, taking what exists into itself. Even as it wipes away the old, it keeps it close to itself. It preserves it elegantly, worlds frozen in motion and substance. She did this, and only this. She was to eradicate and preserve. To capture all that was and hold it until it was ready to be released.

Without a voice, without a mind, she did so. This was the mission she was given. The will of the planet. It was not in her nature, nor her ability to feel. A function given barely the modicum of mind only to fulfill its purpose.

It should not be possible for her to feel love.

Yet, as the cycle ended once more, and the world began the next, she was left with little other recourse than to watch it once more and wait.

Watch, and wait,
and wait
and wait
and wait
and wait
This was not unusual for her. She had waited millions of years, and she would wait millions more. It was not for her to do otherwise.

But amidst her watching, she began to take notice of something else. A being that began to take form. One that she was curious about, for it made no sense for it to survive so long. The being began to shape the world around them, doing things that, in her whole existence, she had not seen others do.

She watched as others like her interacted with these beings, for good and ill in equal measure. She watched them do things far beyond themselves, and in such a short time. Things she had never seen done, even in the longest parts of the cycle. She watched entities beyond the stars take notice, she watched those like her doing as they wanted beyond their role, and she felt the Planet grow threatened by beings that moved beyond what they should have been able.

Yet, she was never called upon, and, as she watched, she felt something growing within her.

In a span that is non-existent next to her own, she found herself feeling things she was never meant to. Joy at their triumph. Sadness at their failure. Love at their lives. With no directive other than to wait, she could not help but fall for the thing the Planet wished gone.

More than that, they fell for her. They wanted to know everything about her, marveled what she had kept, forgotten to her but precious to them. Things she had not given second thought to were lauded and celebrated by them. She was feared, respected, and loved, in a way many before her were as well. She understood why they would interact with them, make contracts with them, and even walk among them.

Yet, she did not do as they. It was not her purpose, something she had not forgotten. Even if she loved them, it was only a matter of time before she was called on again.

She had seen those that never gained the Planet’s ire erased without a second thought. She had swept over them, and the new had grown from them. These beings were perhaps the threat the Planet most wanted erased, but it stayed her hand. So, she waited, certain it would one day come, but content to watch for however long she could.

And, when that time finally came, she would once more keep what was worthy of continuing. She would preserve all of value.

That was what she believed… until now.

The Bleaching of the planet. The removal of its Texture. The erasure of everything that was.

It was both like and completely dislike what she was created to do. This wiped away everything, but it added nothing. There was no buildup of crystalline structures. No attempt to preserve what was worth keeping. Only to overwrite it.

She felt the worlds beyond the Walls of Storm. She felt her own presence erased in several, and extremely active in one. She felt them encroaching on her world, growing in preparation to dominate it.

They were not her world. They were not part of the cycle.

And something new bloomed inside her.

This world was worth preserving.

Despair. For the first time in her existence, she felt despair. Despair at what was soon to be lost. Lost to those who erased the world she loved. The one she had helped along the way for eons. That had grown to the point that she began to feel something just from looking at it. A hate for the beings that would do this to them.

She felt hate but could do nothing with it. It was not her place to. She was to wipe away the current age so the next may grow and carry over what should be preserved.

But there was nothing left to preserve.

What was even the point of her existence anymore? The Planet that had created her was silent as she waited once more for the answer to appear.
And waited,
And waited,
And waited,
And, after all the eons she already waited, she found she could wait no more.

I’m not ready.
I’m not ready to let go.

She didn’t know what to do, but she knew it had to be done. She wanted to save them. Wanted to preserve them. She wanted to do something beyond her duties, but she knew nothing but them.
…That may be enough, if only she had the power. Fortunately, there was a place she knew she could get it from.

Connecting to the realm beyond the Wall to the her that presided over a world of ice, they became one. She began drawing on the strength this version had accumulated, but it still was not enough. It was then that the Tree, having lost both its Kings, linked itself the oldest Authority.

Suddenly linked to the Tree, it began to rage out of control as she exerted her Authority, and she saw how she would save humanity as it attempted to revert the Planet’s logic. She absorbed all the energy she could from the tree, using it to force her own ascension to something even greater.

As the Tree went silent and was destroyed, she left that world. She left that Planet. She left that time. She went beyond what she had ever been meant to go, and then returned.

She returned to them. To save them.

I still have time. Time to preserve them all. Time to save them all.
Please, won’t you embrace me one last time?

**TrueMrMultiverse** · October 17th, 2023, 04:27 AM

A well done servant-glad to see the second Beast of the contest!

**Vididii** · October 20th, 2023, 11:50 AM

Thomas Midgley Jr.

Berserker

Parameters
Strength: E
Endurance: D
Agility: D
Mana: C
Luck: E

True Name: Thomas Midgley Jr.
Alternative Classes: Assassin
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Place of Origin: Pennsylvania, USA
Attribute: Man
Traits: Humanoid, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish, Male, Child, Anti-Hero
Armament: Ethyl

Height: 4’2”
Weight: 66 lbs
Likes: Science experiments
Dislikes: People saying his inventions won’t work

Lore:

Thomas Midgley Jr. (1889-1944) was an American chemist and engineer- and although he had over 100 patents, is most often remembered as the creator of Leaded Gasoline and Freon.

After graduating from a prestigious university, Midgley would go to work for the automotive company General Motors, where he’d create Tetraethyllead, or Ethyl, as it was named to hide the addition of lead, as an additive to Gasoline for the purpose of creating more reliable fuel. This would turn out to be disastrous, as it gave nearly everyone who worked with it lead poisoning, and in the following decades, would kickstart the modern destruction of the atmosphere’s ozone layer. Furthermore, after leaded gasoline was banned, he would go on to create Freon as a coolant, of which it and its ensuing ilk, Chlorofluorocarbons, would do the same thing.
While it was noted that Midgley always seemed to simply stumble onto incredibly dangerous creations on accident (a machine he designed to help him out of bed after contracting polio actually killing him), he is recognized by environmental historians to have, "had more adverse impact on the atmosphere than any other single organism in Earth's history".

Personality:

Berserker, at the ripe young age of eleven-ish, is an excitable young schoolboy with a passion for learning and invention. Albeit a touch hyper, he approaches being summoned as an opportunity for learning, doing everything with the excited gusto only a child can. VERY confident in himself, he doesn’t respond well to being told “no”, or, “don’t do that” and has a tendency to whine about orders he doesn’t like. As a child though, as cranky as he can be, he still possesses that innate childhood kindness, the fears of the dark, the utter joy of life that any other young boy his age has. A younger brother type at his core.

Class Skills

Madness Enhancement: D
A skill of the berserker class, Thomas has increased physical parameters, at the cost of his manifestation as a child. Unlike Andersen, who simply has manifested as a child physically, Midgley instead has been summoned in a fully regressed form. Aside from his scientific know-how, his mind matches his state as an 11 year old.

Item Creation: C
A skill denoting the ability to manufacture items. In Berserker’s case, he can only produce chemicals, small amounts of metal, and other chemistry supplies able to fit in his backpack.

For some unknown reason, Midgley is unable to manifest as a Caster, and thus this skill of the class is granted to berserker, with territory creation going to his assassin variation.

Personal Skills

Mental Pollution: A
A skill where due to possessing a distorted mentality, it is possible for one to shut out any mental interference magecraft. However, at the same time, it becomes impossible for one to come to a mutual understanding with individuals who do not possess an equivalent rank of Mental Pollution.

In Berserker’s case, Midgley is fundamentally unable to comprehend the dangerous effects of his inventions on the world. To him as a berserker, Leaded Gasoline is a wonderful super-fuel, and Freon a miracle coolant. Similarly, he cannot physically comprehend that his secretions or inventions (outside of his noble phantasm) are able to hurt people. He understands of course that he’s got to battle other servants, but as they simply go back to the throne, that’s not an issue. Masters or civilians however, he can walk right up to a body, and remark, “Gosh, I know that feeling- you can pass out of you accidentally catch a few extra fumes! That’s why lab safety’s important, Master- what do you mean they’re dead? They’re just tired- it’s a great excuse to take a vacation!”

It seems to originate from his continued denial in life that his creations were killing people.

Fume: A
A sister skill to Pheromone, Fume could be considered an offensive variant- the holder’s skin leaking a cocktail of poisonous chemicals into the air, causing those who spend too much time near him while the skill is active to begin to get sick, servants included. Berserker specifically, releases a high concentration of lead particles, among others.

Earnest Ingenuity (Dubious): C
A skill denoting a great eagerness, and knack for inventing things. Whether compounds or components though, they will always appear somewhat shifty or unreliable- if checked, they should be found to function exceptionally well, but they will appear inherently dubious to anyone who doesn’t.

Noble Phantasm

Sky-Eating Dragon of Atmospheric Gluttony
Ethyl
A Rank
Anti-Atmosphere Noble Phantasm

Tetraethyllead, or Ethyl, as it was nicknamed for the purposes of marketability, was a gasoline additive invented by Midgley to prevent knocking (sub-optimal sparking in an engine), but unbeknownst to him, would result in heightened lead levels in the air, and the depletion of the ozone layer of the atmosphere worldwide.

As a Noble Phantasm, Ethyl is an amorphous mass of a cocktail of leaded gasoline, raw mana, and a smaller amount of Freon, one of Midgley’s other inventions. While these are it’s chemical components, Ethyl is seemingly somewhat sentient, with Berserker referring to it as an artificial dragon- and this seems to be the case.

Through a very specific pseudosyncretic mix, Midgley has stumbled into possession of one of the myths about gasoline (and fossil fuels in general), that it is made out of dead dinosaurs. While this isn’t true (most fossil fuel materials were once instead plant matter), the idea pervades.
This has lead to Ethyl as a noble phantasm being a collective conflation of different ideas and aspects of both Dragons, and Berserker’s invention, and thus can be explained through logic of The Throne as such:

Many of the dinosaur fossils found today are draconic in nature, meaning that in the myth of Gasoline being made of dinosaurs, it is a substance derived from dragons. With Midgley’s addition, the dragon is given new life, to roar and spew flame (a fuel source to be used in a combustion engine) once more. This new dragon then begins to threaten humanity, and eat away at the world in such a manner (the destruction of the ozone layer) that it achieves the role of a dragons in legend before being slain (banned)- fundamentally changing or killing the hero who fought against it (earth’s ecosystem), in the vein of Fafnir or Beowulf’s dragon. This, and the fact that it has significantly damaged part of the planet that has been around for 4.6 billion years, something impossible in the modern era, has crystallized it as draconic in Midgley’s Saint graph.

Ethyl is, as a liquid, incredibly durable, and incredibly dangerous, with the ability to reach extremely high speeds, achieve limited flight, and assume any number of forms to tear its foes asunder through partial hardening. As gasoline is meant for combustion, flame and electricity, or any other source of ignition, only strengthen it, making it capable of spewing explosive flame while setting it on fire- all while being highly toxic.

While this sounds potentially unbeatable, Ethyl is extremely taxing for Midgley to keep up and active without a battery, killing him will outright destroy it, and above all, it is incredibly weak to cold temperatures. Much like a car that won’t start because of the cold, freezing parts of Ethyl is a surefire way to remove them from the dragon itself, making it smaller in size, locking it out of being able to move the frozen chunks, and keeping its fumes from entering the air.

Relationships:

Thomas Edison: “Oh wow, Mr. Edison! Hey, Mr. Edison, wait up! I got a new invention to show you! You can make it look better, right?”

Marry Anning: “Woah… THEY’RE SO COOL!!! Huh- yeah, of course I think they’re cool, every kid loves dinosaurs!”

Kijo Koyo: “C-can I have a ride, Mrs Koyo? Just promise you won’t eat me- you’re not like the ones in that Jurassic Park movie, right?”

Okita Souji: “Oh, a bad cough? Yeah, I had those a ton- you gotta head to Miami, Ms Souji, it’s great for your health- at least, it did for me!”

Child Servants: “NOOOOOO, I don’t WANNA play house again!!! I wanna play MAD SCIENCE LAB!! C’mon, we NEVER play that!!!”

Chicxulub: “Hey, Miss C- you didn’t get rid of all the dinosaurs, right? They’re so cool, you’ve gotta have kept some of them, right?”

Trilobite: “Hmm? Hard to breathe? But you’ve got gills! That’s gotta make you like, double good at breathing!”

Hafren: “You’re awful warm for a fish-lady… aren’t you supposed to be cold-blooded?”

Leviathan: “A REAL DRAGON!!! And one with the ultimate solvent at that… I gotta have you meet Ethyl!”

Budj Bim: “Oh man, I could make so many more inventions if I could make magma like you- I never got to play with anything geothermal like that in my lifetime! It’s a really interesting field actually-“

Darwin & Huxley: “Woah… you just got the mana content in the air to rise, what, 500%? That’s really impressive ya know! Not anything that’ll work on me, but it’s really impressive, honest!”

“Meganaura”: “Gross bug spotted, PESTICIDE AURA GO!!”

Ningursu: “Huh, so it’s called Sharur? D’you think I could take a look at it? I’m pretty good with engines, so I figured I could take a look at it, and we could make a tractor or something for extra farm work! Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun!”

Naayééʼ Neizghání: “Sorry about Ethyl, she just gets really happy when people with wind skills show up- she likes the taste.”

Old Tom: “Can I pleeeeeeeaaaase have a bite? Just one? Oh come on, you have a ton of snacks, can I just get one?”

HIRUKO-DŌJI: “No bones, squigly shape, eats a bunch… huh, I guess Ethyl’s sorta like a leech! Well, technically she’s all bones… huh. A leech-alter maybe?”

Ricardia: “Oh if you’re excited about phones, I gotta show you cars ‘an stuff! Forget circuits and electronics, motors and machines are where it’s at!”

Lucky Mother: “Oh, you know my name? Great! I- and all the people I got killed?… What are you talking about? I just made some cool experiments- wanna see?”

Sue: “DINOSAUR! DINOSAUR! DINOSAUR! DINO-“ he’s running circles around her excitedly

Aegir & Rán: “MRS. RÁN, WAIT UP!! You’re the brewing god, right? Or something like that? I know it’s not beer, but that’s basically chemistry- can I show you this new compound I made? It’s really really cool, honest!”

Dryas: “You STAY AWAY FROM ETHYL!!! She’s my best friend, my best creation, you’ll hurt her if you’re that cold!”

Antaboga: “Wait… it’s you! Hey, you’re the one Ethyl has been talking about! Well, to me anyways, nobody else can hear her- but anyway, she says she wants to become just like you- you’re the first!”

Ymir: “Oh, finally, someone with a marble! Hey, if you’re not gonna use it for this manifestation, can Ethyl eat it? The barrier of separation’s a sorta atmosphere, so they make for a really filling snack- even if it’s as icy as yours!”

Lucy: “Hey, that bipedalism skill- if you ever see Assassin me, can you teach him that? His legs seem funny..”

**Frigix** · October 20th, 2023, 12:57 PM

Amazing art

**RoydGolden** · October 20th, 2023, 01:14 PM

The dragon justification for his NP is really cool.

**asterism42** · October 20th, 2023, 05:34 PM

Reminder that the deadline is Sunday

**Kamera** · October 20th, 2023, 11:26 PM

In the age of the ancients, the planet was aflame, shrouded by thunderclouds.
A land of continental rifts, ceaseless eruptions and Pure-Blooded Dragons.
So it was for untold aeons.
But even so, within the churning sea of chaos — there life can be found.

At first they were fragile and weak, quietly drifting within the abyssal depths.

“...Be still.”

In time, these creatures began to swim freely, spreading across the Sea of Life.

“...Annoying.”

They developed complex forms and shapes, creating a myriad of distinct species.

“...Disgusting.”

Some of them eventually evolved to live on land, and roamed the entire Planet.

“Please go away…”

Some rooted themselves into the ground, and blanketed the surface in green.

“No… Get off me…”

They hunted, they consumed, they thrived, they multiplied, they trampled—

“Enough… Leave me alone…”

They established colonies, they set up ecologies, they constructed Textures—

“▂▂▃▃▃▄▄▄▄▄▄▅▅▅▅▅▅”

ADVENT BEAST
AN EVIL OF HUMANITY MANIFESTS
BEAST I

“Begone, wretched parasites.
This planet has no use for the bothersome writhings of organic life.
Return to the abyss of extinction where all you pathetic lifeforms belong.
After I’m done with you, there won’t even be a single fossil remains of your useless species.”

…

A catastrophe.

The ground splits open, the mountains collapse, and the seas boil.
From the crevices and cavities of the earth, molten flames and ash burst forth.
At this moment, the planet unleashed a destructive force unmatched by anything on its surface.

It brings death without inciting hatred.
It causes grief without seeding vengeance.
It is something that ends life without harbouring malice.

For the lifeforms of this planet, this scene of annihilation has long been seared into their genes.
Though their survival instinct raged, they were powerless against the impersonal might of nature.
They understood that the unfolding disaster is the very image of Hell, the antithesis of life itself.

…

Another catastrophe.

Vegetations quietly burned and turned into ash.
Animals shrieked and squirmed as they cling to life to the very end.
Lesser scale organisms unceremoniously succumbed to the changes of the elements.

They died incapable of even questioning the cause of their death.
Their lives were extinguished without any particular meaning or significance.
They went extinct leaving only their ruined corpses as record of their existence.

Nonetheless, in the face of imminent annihilation, one fledgling species stood out among others.
In their death, they articulated their fear, they expressed their regret, and protested against fate.
They prayed for salvation, they sought protection from the gods, and they cursed the herald of their termination—

…

Class: Beast I
Alternate Class: Gunner
True Name: Antaboga
Alias: Ananta Shesha
Gender: Female (?)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Origin: Hindu mythology, Indonesian folklore
Attribute: Earth

A being described in Hindu texts and folklore of Southeast Asia. It is the undisputed supreme King of Dragonkind who lived within the deepest reaches of the underworld, supporting the weight of the planet above its thousand heads. It is described to be as colossal as a continent and as long as several mountain ranges, and its mere movements are attributed to be the cause of terrifying calamities such as earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and tsunamis. A creature who has existed since before the creation of the universe, and will continue to exist even after its destruction — and will bring such destruction to usher in new creation.

Its true form is the Pure-Blooded Dragon who had existed since the birth of the Planet, an entity accreted by the Earth who now serves as its foremost “Worldbearer” that coils within the Inner Sea of the Planet. The dragon bore witness to Genesis and observed as life grew, spread and evolved throughout the geologic cycles, transforming the surface of the Earth—until the dragon itself brought them to extinction.

The dragon acts as the embodiment of Gaia’s paranoia and hostility directed against the mass of evolutionary failure which cannot produce the One that can be crowned the Planet’s Ultimate Lifeform. Again and again, the dragon engulfed the world with blaze and ash, accelerating the biological evolutionary course as it purged the world and left only the most resilient to survive.

This is the Calamity of the Great Dying that once nearly wiped out all organic life on the planet. It is the Dragon of Catastrophe that once caused the event that saw the human species at the verge of extinction. Its name is none other than the Beast carrying the Principle of Disgust that eternally looks down with repugnance upon all the defective organisms that crawls upon the surface of the planet—Beast I.

“One kalpa after another, souls that could not find enlightenment plunge into deeper pits of hell.
One geologic cycle after another, lives that could not obtain meaning march into utter oblivion.”

“Ah, how revolting, how sickening...
I have seen enough. Never again shall their filth stain me.
This is my judgement — Life should never have emerged from this Earth.”

Parameters:
STR: EX
END: A+
AGI: E
MGI: A
LCK: D
NP: A++

Class Skills:
Authority of the Beast: A
An Anti-Humanity prerogative. The Beast’s directive and way of being that fundamentally rejects the Human Order. Whether the most primitive single celled organism or the most sophisticated prime species, and everything derived from their history and achievement — it shall all be rendered powerless before the quaking coil that will entomb all “things reared on the surface of the Planet” beneath the molten underworld.

Independent Manifestation: B
The state of being a Confirmed Existence that can manifest into reality unsupported, and can nullify effects of instant death and time manipulation. It is a skill that proclaims the Beast’s presence across all time space, wherever Earth still rotates on its own axis, as long as the Planet still retains an active geological activity.

Even now, though its soul has long been banished to the Reverse Side, the remains of this Pure-Blooded Dragon still squirms beneath the volcanic islands along the Pacific Ring of Fire — threatening to awaken and usher the Planet into a new geologic cycle.

Nega-Biosphere: EX
The motive of the Beast that seeks to eradicate any and all conditions for the emergence and survival of organic life on the Planet. It strips down concepts such as symbiosis, habitation, economy, society, civilizations, and Textures, where distinct lives form their own sphere of law. In other words, it is something that rejects “ecology and consumption” — reducing all lifeforms to a state similar to inanimate objects.

Personal Skills:
Eyes of Molten Star: A
A Mystic Eye of the Planet that targets everything in sight. It is something that contains the violent will of the Planet, and the crystallized nature of the intelligent lifeform that embodies the power of the planet itself. In essence, it is the ultra-superior version of the Mystic Eyes of Flames — the Eye of the Volcano that evokes the flames of hell and foretells the fiery end of the world.

Coils of Ananta: EX
The world serpent bears the weight of the entire planet. With its endless coils, it rotates the heavenly sphere on its axis, spinning the wheels of Dharma, and turning the eternal cycle of Samsara.

It is a Planetary Authority that the Beast forcefully obtained as it uses its infinitely expanding body to constrict and strangle the Planet itself. This Authority is none other than the governance of “the movement of the planet”, which includes the regulation of tectonic rifts, administration of seismic annihilation and proclamation of volcanic extinction.

It also provides the Beast the capability to manipulate the flow of time. By halting the rotation and revolution of the planet on its axis and orbit — time stops. Similarly, by accelerating its coil forward or backward, the Beast may speed up or revert the flow of time.

Patala — Astral Nucleus Draconic Crown: A+
The radiant jewelled crown of the King of the Dragonkind. It is said to be the single most powerful Dragon Core to exist on this Planet — a mana reactor with the capacity to generate as much magical energy and heat as the Sun.

The rank and power of this special Dragon Core is determined by the distance of its holder to the Core of the Earth. The further away, then this skill would significantly suffer a rank down, and reversely the deeper the Beast burrows itself, the closer it would evolve into an omnipotent Dragon God.

Noble Phantasms:

Tantu Pagelaran
Primaeval Lynchpin of the Tectonic Tempest
Type: Anti-World
Rank: EX

“I shall pierce my way through this Planet.
Beyond the crust, beyond the mantle, beyond even the Inner Sea…
Into the Core of the Earth — to usurp the Celestial Authority, to burn down the Principle of Genesis.
So that this Planet forever shall no longer be capable of producing and sustaining Life.”

The ultimate natural catastrophe.
The uprooted Pillar of the Planetary Nucleus, Mount Mahameru, transformed into a cannon-shaped Noble Phantasm, with the firepower of the most powerful volcanic eruption within the history of the Earth.

In the course of these 4.6 billion years, it remains that the greatest threat to the continuation of life was not created by a foreign invasion nor conceived from the greed of mankind — it is something born from the wrath of the planet itself.

Whether through the tectonic plates that crushes and grinds down everything as it marches, and the volcanic apocalypse that baptizes the surface of the planet in magma and ash, it is all crystallized and given shape though this Noble Phantasm — a Divine Construct serving as the “Planetary Reset Button” that mercilessly purges all lifeforms that the Beast of Disgust deems as parasites corrupting the world.

It rips away the corrupted Texture that covers the surface of the Planet. In its place is a blank slate that inaugurates the birth of barren Kalpa, a dead end geological epoch that can sustain no life.

Wawacan Pohaci
Ashen Tears That Proved the Resilience of Life
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Rank: D+

The volcanic winter started as ash began to blanket the earth in white.
Deformed rocks and newly formed mountains stretch across this desolate wasteland.
It forms a melancholic visage of a dragon, who was the sole witness to that wondrous miracle.
As wind and rain swept away the ash, it revealed a crystal egg, shining radiantly as if a rising sun.
A single ashen tear formed on the visage of the dragon, and it fell upon the egg, celebrating the birth of a new life.

— Such was the repressed love of a Beast temporarily relieved of its mighty burden.

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