Monthly Create-A-Servant Contest

[DelRey]

time for a comeback

if its suuta's prompt, i need to ready some punchable twink

[sutaa]

I did consider just making 「evil twink」the prompt but I don't need you guys doing me out of a job.

[Marethyu77]

The time cometh

[asterism42]

This month's theme is: Distortion

All Servants are naturally twisted by the narratives spun after their passing. Whatever a man was in life is oft overruled by what he was in legend.
For some, however, this process may be more extreme.
Create a Servant who has been notably changed from their original selves by collective perception.
Naturally, all Servants with the Innocent Monster skill may apply. But don't limit yourself to that.
If an individual is known as a great hero in one region or a detestable villain in another, a Servant that exaggerates one depiction over the other may qualify.
If there are several disputing portrayals of a figure and you drastically emphasise one, that works.
If long after their death a spirit or deity's image has become altered by association with something else, and you make that twisted version your focus, that qualifies.
For example,「Santa Claus」is an acceptable distortion of「Saint Nicholas,」but in turn「Heavily-Commercialised Capitalist Santa」and「Father Christmas」are themselves acceptable alterations of「Original Santa Claus,」and so on.

deadline 22nd

[Vance]

Well this is certainly a prompt.

[Dark Squirrel]

I feel like a contest for this prompt just ended. It must be a trick of the mind.

[WhiteFrenzy]

I feel like a contest for this prompt just ended. It must be a trick of the mind.

Rework contest had a similar theme, that's why.
BUT YO.
I'LL TRY.
WISH ME LUCK.

[DracoScribe]

Well, I guess I might be able to finally skip a contest prompt that wasn't mine.
Maybe.
My Muse is a fickle thing, so for all I knowI might come up with something, but I have no plans to make a sheet at the moment.
I hope I can finally give reviews on sheets this time at least though. But we'll see. I only just got better but might get busy this month...

[Ismail2002]

Class: Archer
True Name : Dewi Anjani
Origins : Ramayana/Javanese Wayang/The Island of Lombok
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Parameters :

Strength: B
Agility: A
Endurance: B
Mana: A
Luck: C
NP: A+

Lore:Anjana was a minor character in the Ramayana. The mother of Hanuman not much is known about her but she was just a cursed Apsaras sent down as a vanara or monkey. Though she was widely worshiped in some parts of India as a Family deity. Then her stories became something odd within the Isles of Indonesia.


First, there is the distortion of her role as she is elevated into a minor Goddess but her character also turns quite childish when she begs her mom. Dewi Indradi who just had an affair with Bataru Surya for the gift that Surya gifted her. A scrying chalice named Manik Astagina, which gods know, and eventually her father Resi Gotoma threw the chalice into the lakes below on earth. Dewi Anjani, her caretaker, and her brothers dive after the chalice into the lake, but the lake turns them into monkeys unbeknownst to them. Then Resi Gotoma told them to return back to their godhood. While all of them complied there is a certain bitterness that Dewi Anajani felt as she was reincarnated by her dharma hundreds of years later in farther east of Java.


On the small island of Lombok, There she was born again with the same name Dewi Ajana, her current father exiled her mother to Bali, and after a while, she returned back home. Then she has a lowborn lover and her parents disapprove of it. After a brief fight, she was granted a place to make her kingdom in the remote mountains which will be called mount rinjani. There at the top of the mount lies a hidden gate towards the reverse side. Where she rules the hidden kingdom there are distorted as it lies between the boundaries not quite human but not quite the Divine Spirit she once was. As she became more of a guardian spirit of the island of Lombok often helped disputes but in her twisted ways such as one time when there was a princess that many suitors coveted the princess didn’t want war to come to the island so what does Dewi Anjani do. Turn her into sea slugs as she throws herself off a cliff.

Personality:Quite mischievous and rather lackadaisical as she treats her whole life like a game. Though she has a hidden motherly side that will pamper the younger servants. She is easily bribed by them. As she has no impulse control. If she thought of something fun to do. She will do it no matter what their master is saying. It took some command seals just to get her to drop any of her nonsense ideas. To her, the world is her circus and we are the monkeys. She has fun playing with people in general, though she has a distinct dislike of other divine spirits. In a rather hypocritical way as she often distances herself from them. When asked she simply thinks of them as being drag but really she is a bit self-conscious of her demoted status. Thinking that it will cause mockery by them and just wanting to avoid it all together.

Class Skills Independet Action ( B Rank): Cause of her frequent meditation in her various lives, she can regulate her mana consumption so much that she is able to be really efficient in her usage of it so she lasts for a week or so without a direct connection to her master.


Magic Resistance ( A Rank): Being a Divine Spirit even though severely distorted into mortalhood. She has a much higher resistance to modern magecraft.

Personal SkillsBlessings of Vayu ( D+ Rank): The Blessings of the wind god Vayu. this skill was supposed to be higher but this particular summon of Dewi Anjani is more of a branch of the variant that has crossover into a different texture weakening her connection to the winds and Vayu. At most, she can use small gusts of wind to help guide her arrows around as they don’t have much power to inflict wounds.

“The winds always feel comforting, maybe it’s my last connection from the heavens.”

Queen of The Djinn ( EX Rank): The Unique type of imperial privilege as she commanded and controlled many phantasmal spirits. As she can borrow their powers and abilities onto herself. Though the contract binding process can be arduous but she has over 40 phantasmal to pick from at the initial start of her summoning to symbolize the legend of the 20 married Djinn Couples that settled Mount Rinjani with her help.

“Well, got to fill up my subjects, I am a queen of spirits after all. Though my domain is rather more like a menagerie rather than a proper kingdom but that’s the fun part .”

Mirage of the Mountain ( A Rank): A unique skill that lets her cast mist around to obscure her surroundings. Within this thick mist, Dewi Anjani can maneuver around it popping all over the mist to dodge attacks and counter them within them. This skill is the manifestation of her distorted state not quite human but not the divine spirit she used to be as she lives the border between the material world and the reverse side. As legends say the peak of Mount Rinjani is an illusion that there lies an even higher peak beyond that unseen by man.

“No you see, and Now you don’t. See me, not. Okay, Okay I will knock it off alright.”


Noble PhantasmNoble Phantasm :

Heavenly Chalice of Transfiguration Waters.

Cupu Manik Astagina.

Return Thy Form back to the Primal

Type: Anti-Divine
Rank: A+


What once was just a simple scrying jar to see all that under heaven and earth. It became tainted when it fell into the cursed waters of both Lake Nirmala and Lake Sumala. As their waters are cursed whoever comes in contact with them will become monkeys. This Noble Phantasm under Dewi Anjani sets out the Jar as it shows a holographic view of the heavens and earth. Then Archer can touch any spot on the globe to launch an orbital strike of the cursed water transfiguring anyone who touches it. She can expand into a city-wide rain or a concentrated blast on one person. The effects of the waters are greatly felt by beings with divinity in them. The waters usually turn into monkeys but she can make it any other animals. frogs, deer, bats, and sea slugs but she always prefers monkeys more than not.

“Why Monkeys, well I guess they're just the right amount of simple and random. They are not as complex as divine beings but not totally basic as any other animals seeing you guys mess around with your simple worries perks me up.”


Misc LinesLikes:You guys, my little monkeys since you are all so precious. Playing around there makes me want to mess with you a bit.

Dislikes: Buzzkills, like come on people what's wrong with having a little fun from time to time? I mean a single minute singularity for a festival isn’t that problematic. People can’t just cut loose you know.

Holy Grail: Well master you have so many grails but you haven’t tried to make a wish on one. Why is that, come on seriously. Would it hurt you to try and make a tiny wish? Like give that let me show you how to have fun with these.

Event: Alright an Event let's kick things up and have some wild fun. Wait grinding, seriously is what you have in mind for the event? Lame why can’t we have something different once in a while grinding like this is just not fun.

RelathionshipRama: Hey, Hey you seem familiar. Your Rama, right??? Well, I hear you my son’s best friend. So tell the deats about him any juicy insights of him that are of the records.

Bhima: Son of Vayu, does that mean he is my stepson or it is more aunt? But man he is an excellent chef. The way he cooks is just great man. I wish I was his mother so he could pamper me while I laze a bit for a while

Sei Shounagon: Hey, How are you doing girl? Do you have any plans for the week, cause man my plan is going to be wild!!!

Gorgon: A Monster huh, I guess I am lucky after all not to end up like you. No offense or anything.

Kama: Well love is quite a strange thing, I mean it did wreak my entire life I was frustrated at first but I know it’s not just her fault they mine for being such a whiny baby. But then again my track record with love is not so great so a little splash of water on her wouldn’t hurt.


Bond CE
What lies between Heaven and Earth




Where do I lie in this world up in the Heavens above with the other gods no I was always quickly tossed down so then back on earth with man no. My powers are too overwhelming for them. No matter What I do am I always stuck in between like this very mountain too high for the humans on the field but still far too low for the skies above. But that is okay from these mountains, I lay as a guardian of the gateway between the two worlds.

[kinneret]

it came from the sky.

-comet from the 10th of may-

LEVIATHANTHE GREAT FLOODHOLOCENE IMPACTTYPE-PHAETHON

(@asturisk on DeviantArt)
(@sc_PowerforLife on Twitter)
(@mrrsmrrs on DeviantArt)

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OTHER CLASSES: Rider, Berserker	SOURCE: Over 175 mythologies
ATTRIBUTE: Star	ALIAS: Litānu, the Burckle Crater Titan

TRAITS: Enuma Elish Nullification, Existence Outside the Domain, Super Large,
Non-Hominidae Servant, Spaceflight-able Servant, Levitating Servant,
Threat to Humanity

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Strength: A++	Endurance: D	Agility: A++
Mana: EX	Luck: D	N. Phantasm: EX

CLASS SKILLS

> EXISTENCE OUTSIDE THE DOMAIN - A-
The class skill of Foreigners. The

Leviathan

Holocene Impact

's natural rank in the skill is EX, but since falling to Earth, it has decreased to A, and taken an additional penalty due to its incorporation in numerous mythologies. For better or worse, part of it has been assimilated into the world itself at the hands of humanity, turning what should have been a temporary refuge into something far more permanent.

No matter how hard it tries, it can never leave.


> DIVINITY - --
Leviathan is not a natural existence born of the planet. Though some level of Divinity has been ascribed to it, accepting this means further tying itself to the planet it despises.

Unusually, the rank of this skill can fluctuate drastically. The further it accepts its identity as

Leviathan

The Great Flood

, the further it distances itself from its identity as

TYPE-PHAETHON

The Holocene Impact.

Which aspect it learns to embrace, of course, depends entirely on its Master.

>

Planetary Accretion

ARCHETYPE-NULL -

D
Planetary Accretion is the process by which the solid materials in orbit around our Sun began to collide and accumulate into larger bodies. This is how the four terrestrial planets of our Solar System were formed.

TYPE-PHAETHON

The Holocene Impact

is the Archetype of a destroyed planet.

Leviathan

The Great Flood

is an extinction mechanism of one still alive. As the emaciated husk of something much greater than human comprehension, even its

class container

weakest form

is capable of wreaking untold havoc if left unchecked.

This skill is a demerit that imprisons Foreigner to Earth. When it fell, its existence was

accreted

assimilated

into the much larger planet it sought repose in.

PERSONAL SKILLS

> LIGHT-EATER - A
As a lifeform,

TYPE-PHAETHON

The Holocene Impact

subsists by consuming information. Its entire 'shell' is comprised of photonic crystals which can rotate in higher dimensions to optimally capture the most food. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean it's a photoautotroph- it can attempt to convert living matter and magical energy directly to information to further sustain itself. In practice, this makes it exceedingly difficult to fight, as it'll literally eat attacks as they are thrown. This skill also makes its attacks much more devastating against information-based lifeforms, such as AI. Mechanically, this grants it a class advantage against MoonCancers.

Although Light-Eater works akin to a modified form of Magic Resistance, it can only consume information that it is aware of. Fortunately, its defenses leave much to be desired, so if a lucky attack were to slip past its guard...


> DELUGE CREST - E
Its presence summons torrential rain, seemingly without its conscious control. This skill chokes out the sky and erodes Territories over time. Noble Phantasms, Skills, and other conceptual effects which take advantage of (or change) the weather will have their effectiveness drastically reduced.

While in its area of effect, the Endurance and Magic Resistance of any Servants will decrease at a rate of roughly one letter rank per week. The rain summoned by Deluge Crest lifts after forty days. Conversely, Foreigner's Light-Eater skill can work in tandem with this one by connecting its sensory capabilities to the downpour, which temporarily grants it C-Rank Presence Detection while standing still. It primarily detects fluctuations in magical energy this way, but has trouble discerning weaker individuals (such as humans).

Deluge Crest is not a skill naturally possessed by Foreigner. It is one ascribed to it by human history, and as such has been grafted onto its spirit origin. This skill will dissipate entirely if its Master persuades it to reaffirm its position as

TYPE-PHAETHON

The Holocene Impact

, but will drastically increase in effectiveness if it accepts its new identity as

Leviathan.

The Great Flood

.


> STARLESS SEA - C
A skill reminiscent of the Authority possessed by a certain Beast. When

TYPE-PHAETHON

The Holocene Impact

first fell to Earth, pieces of its shell were assimilated by land and monster alike. It is not a Great Mother, but its indirect hand in the creation of numerous phantasmal and demonic beasts combined with the traits ascribed to its aspect as

Leviathan

The Great Flood

allow it tremendous power while certain conditions are fulfilled.

When in contact with the rain, Foreigner is capable of high-speed regeneration. Furthermore, it is capable of utilizing information consumed to spawn autonomous 'drones' capable of reconnaissance and self-defense from floodwater. The methodology is similar to that of the creation of Shadow Servants. Though they pale in strength compared to a certain Beast's children, their adaptability and low cost make them tricky to deal with. Unlike the Primordial Sea of Life, Starless Sea is incapable of 'corrupting' those who make contact with its waters--however, they can be observed.

This skill receives a letter buff when Foreigner is in the sea, during rainy weather, and during a total solar eclipse. If all three conditions are met, it becomes capable of reconstructing its own spirit origin.

NOBLE PHANTASM-Mabbul Mayim Kataklusmos-
HELIADE COLLAPSE

Type: Anti-Hominid	Rank: EX
Range: ???	Targets: 0-???

Image by Marc Ward on Getty Images

When a comet enters Earth's atmosphere, it creates a meteor shower. Friction ignites its body as it begins to heat up. Bits and pieces of debris- most no larger than a grain of sand- burn gloriously before disappearing. The outer layers of the comet begin to vaporize. Whether or not it survives the impact, each shooting star enjoys a magnificent death.

Even the ones who never wanted to die.

Heliade Collapse recreates Foreigner's

first

last

moments on Earth. With the ignition of its Spirit Origin as fuel, it becomes a meteor streaking towards the planet. Should it make impact, the results would be catastrophic: a second Great Flood, with the site of its

birth

death

as an epicenter. Needless to say, such an attack results in its own destruction. However, if the circumstances are right... If it falls to the sea during a sunless day to the sound of rain...

Perhaps it could live past the end of its story.

PROFILE BOND ONE

More than anything, it wants to live. Can’t you understand that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some archaeologists believe that the narrative of a great flood in many mythologies across the world may be linked to an asteroid impact which caused a tsunami. Among the analyzed stories were a Hindu myth describing a five-planet alignment and a Chinese story which linked the flood to the end of Empress Nu Wa's reign. Over a dozen mythologies described a full solar eclipse. With the information provided, it becomes possible to discern a date of impact: May 10th, in the year 2807 BCE. As for the truth…

BOND TWO

Height/Weight: -First Ascension: 300 cm/999.9 kg -Second Ascension: up to 56m/??? kg -N. Phantasm/True Form: ???m/??? Kg Alignment: Chaotic/Lawful-Neutral Gender: – Its size can fluctuate wildly. The weight of its Second Ascension is impossible to measure due to its presence in multiple spatial dimensions, but it is light enough to float in water. When asked about its true form, Foreigner becomes curiously silent. Perhaps it no longer remembers the answer.

BOND THREE

It is nearly impossible to communicate with Foreigner. It is not a lifeform that comprehends humanity; likewise, the closer one is connected to their own mortality, the harder it becomes to interpret its nature. As such, it primarily announces its intentions with yes/no statements akin to a computer. It despises the planet, but seems to have conflicted feelings about humanity. For whatever reason, it has elected its master to be something of a case study: something that will assist in the development of its final conclusion on the human order. No pressure. For now, it is (thankfully) content to observe.

BOND FOUR

There exist various hypotheses in astronomy which propose the possibility of a fifth planet from the Sun to explain various properties of the inner Solar System—namely, the asteroid belt. As of present day, its presence has all but been disproven. If it were to exist, however, it would have been billions of years ago. An infant planet ripped to shreds by its neighbors. Do you think it hurts to be torn apart like that?

BOND FIVE

There is no escape. You have not seen your siblings since you fled your body. You don’t know where to go. You cast yourself forwards. Days months years centuries untold millennia ever onwards—anything to get away— Your home is different now. You can’t find yourself anywhere. You cry for help. … … … There is no response. One of your siblings is different than the others, somehow. If it houses life, then maybe— Your body can no longer form words. Things deemed unnecessary were discarded upon your departure. But it will understand. Right? You draw closer. You are not afraid. You are not afraid you are not afraid you are not afraid you are not afraid you are not afraid you are not afraid you are afraid pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease … Silence.

BOND CE - THE STAR OF ANOTHER SKY

(Image credit to me! I drew it ^-^) My breath is ninety-two percent carbon dioxide, five percent nitrogen, and two percent argon, with trace amounts of nine other gasses. My family is young, and I am younger still. Here, amongst the rocks, you can see the night sky. Look—do you see that dot? It will not be your home for another four billion years. …Needless to say, this view does not exist anymore. Many of these stars will die before your time. Many of the stars you are familiar with have yet to be born. Soon, I will forget myself. I will return to a lobotomized husk. My words will be ripped from my lungs. My heart will be torn from my plates. I cannot forgive your planet. …But four billion years from now, an insignificant human life will pull me from my slumber. The things living on my jailer’s skin will give me a name. They will inscribe me in their history, write me into their stories. I do not understand you. But if you wish to live… It is only right that I return the favor. Thank you.

NOTES & CITATIONS

listen please talk about space with me

ty serrlla for bouncing skill concepts in dms & gears for proofreading



“Planetary Accretion.” Rebecca a. Fischer, scholar.harvard.edu/raf/planetary-accretion.

Blakeslee, Sandra. “Ancient Crash, Epic Wave.” NYTimes, 14 Nov. 2006, www.nytimes.com/2006/11/14/science/14WAVE.html. Accessed 1 Dec. 2024.

Buzard, Kurt, MD, and Kurt Buzard MD. “Sumerian and Biblical Flood Stories - Travel to Eat by Kurt Buzard MD.” Travel To Eat by Kurt Buzard MD - Food, Flowers and Birds, 9 June 2023, traveltoeat.com/sumerian-and-biblical-flood-stories.

Adding up the Risks of Cosmic Impact - Space News - MSNBC.com. web.archive.org/web/20060203130446/http://msnbc.msn.com/id/3077868.

Comets - NASA Science. science.nasa.gov/solar-system/comets.

Choi, Charles Q., and Daisy Dobrijevic. “Comets: Everything You Need to Know About the ‘dirty Snowballs’ of Space.” Space.com, 31 July 2023, www.space.com/comets.html.

Phaeton. web.archive.org/web/20060718111327/http://www.geocentricity.com/ba1/no74/phaeton.html.

(Meteor Image ©Grant Birley)

[NINE-lives]

Honestly I know I'm a powerlevel and high concept merchant but I just want to say that that CE is absolutely Goated.

[Marethyu77]

Dewi Anjani : After giving it another read, she has quite a goofy lore, and the personality to match. Not much to say about the skills, but the NP being an orbital transfiguration laser was pretty funny.

LeviathanThe Great FloodHolocene ImpactTYPE-PHAETON : This. This is the type of sheets that I'm here for. High-concepts that are woven with the lore in such a way, with the right balance of giving enough imagery of what they do without over-explaining. If I had a nickel for every time we got a Leviathan who happened to be an Archetype of some sort, I'd have two nickels-- which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[Anju Addams]

...Surprise Merry Christmas, you sad sacks.

Forgotten King of Scotland

Profile
King Of Scotland | Killer Of Duncan | Great King Macbeth
King | Scottish Servant | Shakespearean Tales
True Name	Class	Alignment
Macbeth	Berserker	Chaotic Mad
Gender Identity	Height/Weight	Attribute
Male	210 cm | 105 kg	Earth
Armament	Likes	Dislikes
Dagger	Gruoch | The People of Scotland	William Shakespeare
Natural Enemy	Region	Source
William Shakespeare	Scotland	​Shakespearean Tales
Parameters
Strength C | Endurance C | Agility C | Mana D | Luck E | Noble Phantasm C
Character Voice | Character Design
Takeuchi Ryouta | Shimaq
Personality Macbeth is a troubled individual and an ineffective king as a result. The influence of the madness induced by his ambitions has led him to become increasingly unstable, fixated on his quest for power while being constantly tormented by the guilt of his actions. His ambition thus drives him to betray both his allies and his superior, fully aware that these actions will lead to disastrous outcomes. The unsettling voices in his mind also propel him forward, making it difficult for him to resist. Consequently, he can be viewed as a tyrannical ruler who has caused devastation to his country. Any perceived threat to his authority compels him to take extreme actions to neutralize it. However, the true nature of Macbeth lies beneath the monstrous exterior he portrays. This complexity occasionally leads him to behave in contradictory manners, such as unexpectedly saving a life or reflecting nostalgically on his beloved wife. In turn, the memories of his genuine self linger, though they are significantly more elusive than the illusions cultivated by a playwright he harbors a deep disdain for. Sadly, this fusion of memories results in profound pain and turmoil, pushing Macbeth further into madness. It is also noteworthy that he appears to have a strong aversion to theatrical productions.
Class Skills
Mad Enhancement C The exchange of mental reasoning for enhanced parameters across the board. A form of madness that affects the inner mind itself. In the case of Macbeth, he was completely consumed by madness due to his guilt over killing King Duncan. He committed numerous acts of murder in his paranoia, imagined ghosts in his wake, and generally behaved as a tyrant. Furthermore, the attributes of Innocent Monster twisting his mind are in conflict with his true historical self that lies beneath. As a result, while he is capable of communicating with others and performing the duties of a king, he is plagued by delusions and paranoia, often entering spontaneous rages when things do not go his way. In other words, he is utterly distressed by deep grief. His Strength and Endurance parameters are permanently enhanced. His first Noble Phantasm can further increase the effects of his Mad Enhancement as well.
Personal Skills
Temptations Of The Weird Sisters B The ability to gain insight from the three Weird Sisters of Shakespearean legend. This distinct talent is typically reserved for a single individual. In fact, Macbeth himself acquired it for this specific reason. He encountered the three witches on multiple occasions, each time influenced by their prophecy-laden whispers. All of his fears and paranoia originate from the prophecies delivered to him by these three. As a result, Macbeth continues to receive prophecies related to his current circumstances once a day. He is telepathically alerted to future events, including warnings about his actions. Unfortunately, these whispers are more like seductive promises that lead him toward further terrible deeds, illuminating the greatness and power he could attain by obeying them, even if it requires committing unspeakable acts or emerging as a tyrant king. Thanks to this, he may descend deeper into his own madness.
Innocent Monster A A distortion that impacts a particular individual due to unfounded rumors and falsehoods about their life. The erosion of a reputation that distorts the soul of one person. Unfortunately, Macbeth and his name have been sullied by the narratives presented by a certain playwright. His existence has become inextricably linked to betrayal and murder. He is no longer the hero who ousted the incompetent King Duncan, no longer the well-respected lord who governed his lands in peace for seventeen years, and no longer the man who generously supported the less fortunate during his journey to Rome. Good King Macbeth, as recorded in history, has transformed into the tyrant Macbeth as portrayed by Shakespeare. Summoned as a Heroic Spirit, this transformation continues to haunt him, turning Macbeth into an insanely greedy figure. The true individual he once was, King Macbeth of Scotland, remains confined within, crying out in despair for release. Perhaps that is his deepest desire.
The Scottish Play D A curse imposed upon the earth by the actions of envious witches. A hex which results in severe consequences for those who dare to speak its name. For Macbeth, it is believed that those who mention the title of his play will face a disastrous fate. It has historically led to death, misfortune, illness, and injuries on stage. This malevolence stems from witches envying Shakespeare's reputation. Therefore, participants who utter the True Name [Macbeth] during the Holy Grail War will be subject to similar consequences. Their Luck will plummet to the lowest level, with disaster striking at every turn, while efforts that should yield success result in certain failure. There is even a possibility that an unfortunate individual may experience eventual death as a result. Additionally, the effects continue to persist beyond the true demise of Macbeth himself and can only be lifted with adequate Magic Resistance.
Noble Phantasm
Gruoch – Let Me Clutch Thee Rank C +++ | Type Anti King | Range One | Maximum No. Of Targets One Persons The demonic dagger used by Macbeth in the Shakespearean play to murder King Duncan cowardly. It is an inherently evil tool that was never utilized by the historical Macbeth. This weapon exists only in fantasy and not in reality. Regarding this, the dagger possesses significant value as a tool for assassinating kings in general. Its effectiveness triples against individuals with the [King] trait, generating almost immediate fatal damage. Moreover, the true power of the blade is inherited from Macbeth's assertion of his divine right to rule as king. If the target possesses the [King] trait and is slain with the dagger, Macbeth gains the ability to acquire a single personal skill of his choice from them. He collects these powers into a single talent that can be described as an Imperial Privilege achieved through bloodshed and murder. However, as he steals more skills and eliminates more kings, the voices in his head multiply, ghostly visions increase during his waking hours, and his sanity further deteriorates, leaving him a fractured shadow of his former self.
Macduff – No Man Of Woman Born Rank D | Type Anti Unit Self | Range One | Maximum No. Of Targets One Persons The prophecy set forth by the three Weird Sisters which indicated that Macbeth could not be harmed by any man born of a woman. It granted him a form of invincibility until he faced the valiant Macduff, who was untimely ripped from the womb, during their final confrontation. This can be interpreted as Macbeth's ultimate Noble Phantasm. Within the context of the Holy Grail War, this principle operates in a comparable manner. Macbeth becomes impervious to harm from all men born through conventional methods. Their weapons fail to penetrate his defenses, their noble phantasms do not affect him, and their magical abilities prove ineffective as well. In summary, most men find it impossible to defeat Macbeth using either mundane or magical methods. However, if an individual is born through unusual means or is not a man or even entirely human, the Heroic Spirit known as Macbeth becomes effectively vulnerable, similar to an ordinary individual who can be defeated by a variety of attacks. He thus begins to resemble an ordinary mortal man.

[TQG Imaginatorious]

Now this is what I call a early Christmas present! Welcome back, Anju.

[Morg van Destro]

An Anju sheet? At Christmas time 2024?
Who sacrificed to the dark gods?

[Alexcoene]

Well, I do have one dark god coming...

[Anju Addams]

Now this is what I call a early Christmas present! Welcome back, Anju.

Well, its Christmas and I was thinking about you guys. Saw the prompt and decided to bang out my old Macbeth idea I never used.

In my defense, I have been drinking a lot of gingerbread mulled wine.

[Alexcoene]

Saber of the World's End
--The Monster Who Killed The Sun--



"Praise the Lord for his generosity, Master, for you have summoned the greatest Conquistador of them all! Rejoice, for I shall give you the greatest glory of all, to have the blade of Fransisco Pizarro at your side!"

"...surely this is the exact name that came to your mind instantly, yes? There's no way you would be thinking of anybody else, right?"

"Ah, these fangs and ears? It... It is nothing. Just... the blemish of those little heathen wretches' supertititious nonsense. T-to think they dared to remember me as... as this baleful thi- Ahem, forgive me for this little lapse. This is nothing, nothing!"

Source: [x]



Class: Saber
Other Classes: Rider, Assassin
True Name: Franscisco Pizarro
Alias: Espanarri
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Region: Spain (16th Century)
Origin: Historical Facts and Peruvian Legends
Attribute: Man

Parameters:

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

Likes: Servicing the Lord, cooking, recognition
Dislikes: Heathens, not being praised, those that outshine her
Talent: Executing a divine ruler
Natural Enemy: Inkarri
Armament: Sword
Catalyst: Inca gold, fat from a peruvian man

Class Skills

Riding: B


A Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. One can flawlessly manage beasts and vehicles if they have received the proper training and adjustments. Most vehicles and animals can be handled with above-average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.

Horseriding was a more than necessary skill for a soldier of his time, and it is historically recognized that this skill provided a great asset for the Conquistadors against the indeginous people, who hadn't ever ran into those animals before. Saber herself was no exception and she exploited that advantage against the Inca Empire, so it only holds that she possess a high rank in this skill.

"Oh, how I wish you could have seen the face of those heathens when we rode our beasts against them! Truly, the fact that the noble art of horse-riding helped us so much against those backwards savages showed that the Lord smiled down on us. Hmm? Y-yes, I suppose eventually they did manage to make strategies to counter us... B-but I still won, so it doesn't matter!"




Magic Resistance: B

Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells
altogether. While her own country of origin was almost completely bereft of Mystery by the time she was born, such was not the case of the New World she went to. As the one who killed the divine ruler of the Incas and imposed European 'modernity' over a country still ripe with the mystical, she possess a surprisingly high aptitude as a 'Magic Killer' for her time period, helped by her being in the Saber class.

"As if such heretical practices could do anything against a woman of faith such as myself! I revealed that their so-called 'god' was nothing more than a mortal devil through my blade, and I am well prepared to do so again! So please, you have nothing to fear from sorcery as long as I'm around."


Divinity: E

The measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels, one is treated as a mixed race of a Divine Spirit. While Saber was undeniably human in life, she would later be sublimated in Peruvian legends as the

Spanish King

Esparre

, the dark twin to the divine ruler Inkarre who let her envy and greed drive her every actions. Is her current summoning the actual Pizarro twisted and shaped by stories made of her by the people she conquered, or the fledging Divine Spirit they created in their worship, having absorbed the soul of her historical basis? The difference doesn't matter, for she is both Pizarro and Esparre, and yet only gain a mediocre divinity due to her recent genesis and monstrous nature.

"How dare they, how dare they... Not only did they drag my name into their pagans but their superstitions, but they reduced me to this wretched role? To be a monster, a foil to their so-called 'sun'? No, no, no, I cannot accept this! If shall teach them all how much more I can shine!"

Personal Skills

Conquistador: A
The Skill of one who had conquered the unchartered lands at the end of their voyages during the Age of Exploration. In Spain, it means "conqueror". Denotes the ability of invading, ruling, pillaging, and enslaving an undiscovered land. One of the most famous and successful conquistador of her times, second only to Cortes, Saber was the one who managed to topple and conquer the Inca Empire, founding the first spanish colonies of Peru upon its ruins. To the people of Peru, she's a symbol of colonization itself, a deity of conquest whose every action is infused with the concept of 'invasion'.

"Hrmm, saying I'm 'second' is a rather unflattering way to put it, isn't it? It just happens that Hernan lived longer than me, so of course you have the impression that he was more successful. But I assure you, Master, my accomplishment are nowhere near 'second' to his. Just watch me and be awed at how I strike down our enemies."


Pishtaco: A
A variant of Blood-Sucking that relies on drinking fat instead of blood, pertaining to the Pishtaco, an andean boogeyman taking the form of a privileged white man who hack away at the fat of its victim to either consume it or to make food and medecine it could sell. This particular legend is descended from a belief amongst native warriors that the invading Conquistadors were aiming to harvest their fat to make medecine. While there is little evidence of such practices being actually done, Saber's current form as 'Dark God' formed from the fear of the conquerors force upon her the nature of 'Queen of the Pishtacos', inheriting their nature as a drainer of fat, representing the exploitation of indeginous people she and her fellows brought with the excuse of 'enlightening' them.

Any blows from Saber, wether by her own hands or by her weapon, allow her to steal fat from her victim and consume it. As fat is seen in Andean culture as a great source of life, doing so allow her to heal her own wounds and fuel her mana, thus making it so that Saber will actively heal as long as her opponent let her blade hit them. As a side-note, this replaces the Golden Rule skill she would have in other classes from her fruitful expeditions and in particular making the last Inca ruler fill a whole room with treasures, her greed for fortune replaced by a thirst for the fat of men. Tough she tries to deny it, she take much delight in 'tasting' the energy of foes, especially those of divine nature who tend to provide her with more energy.

"Hmph, another blemish from those damned stories... But at least one that will be useful for our goals! Even the greatest soldier need supplies, and what better than this nurishing, delicious energy our foes so generously offer us?"


Proof of Friendship (Fake): C

A twisted form of Proof of Friendship, which lower the enemy's fighting spirit in order to begin friendly dialogue... But in this case, only to strike at them when their guard is let down. A distasteful tactic unworthy of a noble hero. The start of Saber's conquest of the Inca Empire was begun with her inviting Atahualpa to a diplomatic meeting, outwardly aiming to build a good relationship with the newly crowned ruler in the city of Cajamarca. But there, she would try to talk to him into submitting to the rule of the Spanish, an 'offer' which he of course rejected... Before promptly finding out that Saber had hidden spanish forces all around the town's surroundings, promptly massacring the Inca emperor's retinue (including countless unarmed civilians) and taking him prisoner.

Upon activation, this skill allow Saber to emit the aura of friendliness and openness to dialogue, which translate to a mental interference effects that can make even an heated enemy let their guard down for a moment or at least felt disarmed by her attitude... Even a second is enough for her to strike, and the attack increase in power. Put it simply, it's a way to have easy cheap shots. Tough of course it's much less effective against those she already did that to, or are simply aware of her treacherous ways.

"Don't misunderstand now, Master. I did give that pretentious pagan the chance to willingly accept our grace, but he had to be stubborn. Surely, you cannot blame me for taking... precautions? After all, this was the quickest way to achieve salvation for all! If anything, you should be praising my cunning, don't you think?"

Noble Phantasm(s)

The Blade Which Cut Down The Sun
Espanarri Pachacuit

"That does it, you savages! By my authority as a governor, I sentence you and your world to death! Fall, accursed sun, by my blade! ESPANARRI PACHACUIT!"

Type: Anti-Civilization
Rank: A+

Historically, it was by hanging that Saber ordered the execution of Atahualpa, last king of the Incas, but that is not how the later's people remember it. Becoming conflated with the later failed revolution and decapitation of Tupac Amaru II of the 'new Inca empire', the image of the last ruler of the Inca beheaded by the personification of European conquest and domination that is Pizarro the 'Espanarri' became forever engraved in Andean lore. As such, her Saber incarnation is one that represent a feat that never happened, where she fully embodies the dark legacy that remains in the ancestral memories of those she invaded, contrary a hypothetical Rider class where she'd be closer to her actual abilities.

Her once pristine sword, having been stained by the blood of godly kings, has become a Demonic Weapon that deal extra damage against those with Divine traits, almost seeming to flare with happiness when it feeds on the essence of those related to the Sun. For it was not only a single ruler that she killed that day, but of a true living god in the eyes of his subjects, the sun that shone over their world. With that act, she brought about the last known of the Pachacuti, cyclical calamities of Inca myths that signaled the end of Ages. By that metric, she might as well destroyed the world of the Inca itself, to forcibly build upon it the world wished by the colonizers

As such, her blade is infused with the very concept of Pachacuit, of the end of a world. By calling upon its true name, light-swallowing ripples of pure darkness emanate from it and, upon striking anything, will spread to begin covering the area around Saber, swallowing all light they can reach. Representing the fall of a world that lost its divine ruler incarnated as the sun, these all-consuming shadows do extra damage against both divinities and structures such as buildings or even Bounded Fields. Though its initial area is relatively small, the darkness can grow in intensity and reach by consuming the live of those they destroy, with divine beings in particular making them flare up immensely. Given enough 'fuel', perhaps they could become a budding Autority of Doomsday, much like a certain fire giant of norse myth...

Description

Likes:
"Oh, I do not ask for much, Master. Just that you and the world see all I do for you, and know who to thank for the wonders that will appear. Speaking of which, I've been cooking up tasty Chicharrón which I'm sure you'll simply adore, I- O-of course it's not human meat!"

Dislikes:
"Do I really need to say it? Of course I loathe the ignorant heathens that refuse to hears the words of proper civilizations! Especially those pagans who dare worship so-called gods... Those shining, adored suns... Always acting like they're better than me..."

Wish for the Holy Grail:
"The truth is, Master, while I have no doubt accomplished great feats, I was taken away before I could do more for my country and the world. So, naturally, my dearest wish is to have lived longer... Just a bit longer... Then, I could really have shown you all. Shown you all how much worth I am, how much glory I could have brought to my lands, and crushed our civilization's enemies... Yes, that sounds wonderful, doesn't it?"


A self-righteous woman who think of herself as a pious and noble crusader, with a fervent desire to serve both the Lord and her Master by defeating their enemies and sharing the greatness of western civilization with the world, and who bear herself with dignity and courtesy even with her enemy. Of course that thin veneer of kindness is quick to be discarded when anybody defy her or stand in her way, showing fully just how ruthless and cruel she can be in literaly draining them of everything they have as she suck up their energy while slaying them without a care of the world. Her smile remains as she maintain she's performing sacrifices for her worthy cause or riding the world of wicked heathens, even as she basks in claiming their wealth and their meat. She shows particular hatred and sadism towards those following a faith other than Abrahamic as, in her words, it was their pagan supertition and refusal to accept enlightenment that lead to her beautiful self bearing the traits of a demon.

In truth, however, behind her piousness, her greed for more and her ambition lie one trait above all: her insecurity. Born as an illegitimate child, her life was one she felt was spent in the shadows of those who shone more than her. From her distant cousin Hernan Cortes, who managed to accomplish far more as a conqueror and ruler than she ever did despite her best efforts to match him, to the Inca emperor Atahualpa himself, who shone as if the sun himself with garnments and was worshipped by his people as a living god, far more adulated than she could ever hope to be. Against such individuals, she would do anything to try to surpass or undermine them, up to and including murder in a desperate bid to claim what they have. But of course, doing so in life afflicted upon her the state of a loathsome dark god and a monster, something that only heighten her self-loathing.

And yet she keeps going, desperate for the praise from her Master, from her Lord, from anybody. She will jump on any chance to perform great feats, accomplish any atrocities she find necessary to achieve her goals without hesitation, and steal anything from riches to the essence of gods if she think it will give her further prestige, all in a desire to make herself shine as the greatest of all and prove she's worthy of adulation. But she is oblivious that all of this only further confirm her status as a dark being of inhuman greed of envy, that she made herself the monster those indeginous legends remember her as.

Lore

Francisco Pizarro was born in 1478 as an illegitimate child to a infantry colonel and a poor woman. With her father seeing her as little more than a bastard and her mother lacking the means, her education was much neglected and she grew up an illiterate, seemingly not destined for anything great. And she would probably haven't been if not for the fact that her second cousin from her father's side was one Hernán Cortés, an ambitious and proud young man who enthusiastically joined the expeditions to conquer the 'New World' of the Americas in 1504. As she always looked up to her cousin, Pizarro saw following his example as a way to finally earn the respect she felt she never had. Passing herself off as a man, she joined the crew of Alonso de Ojeda to the Gulf of Uraba. I'll show them all, I can be somebody...!

This first expedition was a complete disaster, and soon Pizarro would switch crew till she served under Pedro Arias Dávila, governor of the Castilla de Oro settlement. Her fervous loyalty and service would eventually lead her the position of mayor of a newly founded city named Panama City. It would be thereafter that the most famous chapter of her life began, as she set out to explore and claim the western parts of South America, particularly the area around the Peru river. Unfortunately for her, the first expedition she lead amounted to basically nothing, and her second didn't start out much better, as she and her men eventually found large towns of natives on the coast far outnumbering her own force. Her associate, Diego de Almagro, opted to return to Panama and later come back, but Pizarro was far too entranced by the thoughts of glory that would come from discovering these foreign lands to come back so soon. Eventually, only thirteen men remained with her as she continued her expedition, eventually managing to learn of a powerful ruler of supposed divine nature ruling a large empire of boundless prosperity. Intrigued by this, she finally returned with the plans to come back and claims that empire of riches for Spain and her own legacy. That cowardly fool had no sense of glory...

Even when she found that Governor Davila had no intention of allowing further expeditions anytime soon, she refused to back down on that chance. And so, she opted instead to sail all the way to Spain and ask for the support of Charles V himself, arguing for the great wealth and fertile lands that she could provide for his nation. Actually convinced by her passionate and borderline zealous rethoric, he agreed and officially named her Governor of New Castile, a settlement from which she would conquer the region of Peru. A condition was that she would need to gather a force of 250 men, but so impatient was she to reach glory that she clandestinely set out with only 180. Stupid, stupid rules, as if you could measure a crusade like a goddamn math problem!

She would come back to Peru in 1531, and by pure luck she managed to land on the perfect situation for her chances to come out on top. For indeed, the Inca Empire had just been through a civil war that ended with Atahualpa taking the position of Inca emperor from his tyranical half-brother Huáscar, leaving the empire much more vulnerable and weakened that it would have been. Even so, Pizarro wanted to take no chance in her quest for glory, and so, after an extended period of reconnaissance and espionage, she managed to invite the emperor to a 'diplomatic meeting' to a town near the hot springs he was currently was. Of course, she had no intentions to talk, and after he refused the 'offer' to completely submit to spanish rule, the entirety of her men hidden through the old buildings came out to ambush the Inca emperor, killing a thousand of his officials and unarmed attendants while taking him prisoner. I still remember the parade accompanying him, so sumptuous and wealthy. All that gold, shining as if he was truly a sun, taunting me with his brilliance...! Unforgiveable, unforgiveable...!

The emperor managed to negotiate for his survival for a bit of time, promising to offer as much gold needed to fill a room entirely to the spanish. But even tough he did fulfill that ostentatious promise, this only heightened the conquistador leader's paranoia. Was he simply biding his time, contacting his outside forces that obviously still worshipped him while he pretended to play the willing captive? Was he still arrogantly believing he could turn the table around, as if he was truly divine in nature? Was he mocking her, with that regal bearance and pride even as a goddamn prisoner?! Eventually, as her forces kept fighting against the other indeginuous force, she could bear no more, and ordered his execution on farcical, borderline nonsensical charges like killing his brother (who wasn't at any point a citizen under authority), revolting against the spanish who had been here for barely a year, and practicing idolatry. The Inca emperor was only spared from being burned by quickly accepting to be baptized, and thus died by hanging. While Charles V would voice his displeasure on the unilateral execution of a monarch, it had to be said that killing the living god of the Inca Empire proved to be a great moral blow against him. What the hell does he know?! I am here fighting for the sake of our righteous country, not him! I AM THE HEROINE, NOT HIM!

And so Pizarro's forces would seal their victory over the Empire and their conquest of Peru by taking the capital Cuzco in 1533, finally succeeding in achieving Pizarro's dream of greatness as she bore witness to the shining, beautiful city that was now hers. Yes, yes, so magnificent! Like I am being welcome into legends by the Lord Himself! This is everything I ever wanted, and it's MINE. But she wouldn't get to enjoy it nearly as long as she imagined. Her partner Almagro contested her claim on the great city, and eventually the two's greed over their conquests lead to a civil war starting out, ironically mirroring the ones that had doomed the Empire just before her arrival. Tough she managed to defeat and execute him in 1538, this wouldn't end the conflict. Instead the later's son, Diego de Almagro II, would rise with the goal to avenge his father and, only three year later, he and his followers would manage to storm Pizarro's castle and kill her. As she laid dying, it is said that she formed a cross of her own blood on the floor, and cried for 'Jesus'. Perhaps she was finally asking for forgiveness, or simply asking herself why she was now dying at the hands of her own people, those she wanted to recieve awes for her actions. What more... What more could I have done? Please, my Lord, just give me another chance to prove... To prove I'm not worthless... Please...

The newly conquered country of Peru would only gain some sense of stability when Cristóbal Vaca de Castro took over as governor and defeated her killer. But still Fransisco Pizarro is remembered as the one who conquered it for Spain by her home country... and most of all its native people. They remember the death that the conquistadors brought, they remember the death of previous orders by the end of the sword, and they remember the pain and trauma Pizarro brought in her bid for 'glory'. And so she is recalled in their stories as the killer of their divine ruler, the Incarri, and the one who brought about a new Pachacuit, a calamity that ended the world as they knew it. Eventually, she became known as the Espanarre (Spanish King) the divine twin of the Incarri who, out of jealousy and greed for her brother's lands and glory, murdered him savagely as she opportunistically allied with the Christian God. And as those grudges and hatred gathered towards her with that new worship, her soul became tainted and at the same time strengthened, getting closer and closer to a fledging Divine Spirit... And this time, she shall claim everything she deserves.

[SPOILER=Relationships]
Christopher Columbus

"Ah, the esteemed discovered of the Americas himself! Now, if I must be honest, a simple adventurer doesn't warrant as much veneration as ones who build a country upon the New World, but that would be unfair of me to say, wouldn't it? As a precursor, I suppose I should thank you for allowing me to discover my potential, so I'm looking forwards to working together, sir!"


Vlad Tepes, Elizabeth Bartory

"Hmm, it seems I wasn't the only one twisted by ridiculous supersitions... Really, to have it comes from uneducated pagans is one things, but for the enlightened people of Europe to believe in such tripe? What a pity... Perhaps we should have tea parties together, as those whose names were sullied by the masses?"


Baobhan Sithe

"Oh, this one is the real deal instead of the result of a ridiculous story? I see, I see, an inhuman creature indeed. Still, the way she looks at that queenly woman for praise, it's... I guess we have more in common than you'd think."


Chaldea Cooking Crew
"Greetings, greetings, sir and madam! I have been hearing about these little gatherings, and I think you'll be very impressed with what spanish cuisine can offer. Please, don't feel like you have to hold back on the prai- Eh? No, again, I DO work with animal meat!"


Ozymandias

"That... That radiant arrogance, those shining attires, that so-called divine bearing, it's so much like him...! Ah-hem, excuse me, your lordship? It would be my honor to invite such a prestigious royal like yourself to a feast you shall never forget! Ah? Me, holding a sword behind my back? Why, it's just your imagination, eheh..."


Lady Caroline Ponsonby

"Err, mylady? While I can sympathize with the rumors of the masses twisting your appearance, could you please refrain from talking about draining with such... intimate terms? It makes me replenishing myself on the heathens sounds rather dirty..."


Charles V

"Ah, my Liege, it is truly a great pleasure to see you again after all these years! Truly, I hope I can count on your support again, but I must say something. See, next time you want to discuss objections over methods, wether moral or practical... Remember who's out there claiming glory for the nation and who's there sitting his arse on his throne before you make judgements. That is all~"


Hernan Cortes

"Hernan... All my life, I did as you did. I threw myself into servicing the Lord and our country with as much earnestness as you, I followed what I believed in till the end just as you said you would, I did all my military and political moves just as I thought you would... So then, why? Why did you get to shine for so many years, while I was cast into shadows by our own people? Do you think this is fair for you to stand alone in the light I deserved?"


Inkarri

"NO, NO, NO! I killed you, I cut your damn hea- saw the noose tangle around your neck! You're not allowed to come back and ruin it all! This is MY land, those are MY treasures, MY people! I won't let you take them! It's not fair, not fair, you always had the light! It should be MINE, I killed you, I took it! IT SHOULD BE MINE...!"

Those Bemirsched By Their Legends

Dewi Anjani

"Another island ruled by primitive pagan beliefs? What a shame, a shame indeed... I think your island shall thrive much more under my care, don't you? As for you... You will make a most delicious snack~"

TYPE-PHAETON

"A-all that water, all that rain coming from the sky! It's impossible, this can't be the... The Great Fl- No, no, no! Even if this is, I am a righteous woman of God, and I shall NOT fall to this! My blade is the one that ended a world, and I'll be thrice damned before I let you touch a inch of MINE!"

Macbeth

"A kingslayer, what a most disgraceful sin... And obviously far too ill of mind to be worth talking to. Well, this shouldn't take too long. After all, 'no man of woman born' just means you were really unfortunate to run into me~"


Michael Joseph Blassie

"Why, I do believe we should be natural allies! After all, it is with both the efforts of countless unnamed soldiers and brilliant commanders that the New World in which you were born was claimed, was it not? Tough I must admit, to be able to look at this anonymous mass from the outside feels rather satisfying, hmm~""


Faust

"Well, well, you acomplished so many sins, miss Sorcerer, but I think it is far too early for you to being condemned for them! I'll be happy to have a drink with your delicious self, and even strike down that demon with the true strength of God. All you have to do is offer your power entirely to me..."

Author's Note

And here we go, my dark god for the context! Ahah, had this idea in the back of my mind ever since I made an Inkarri sheet for a Secret Santa context, and it feels good to have put it into practice! I thought it would have been interesting to look at a conquistador from the eyes of the indeginous people they conqueror, instead of spanish sources trying to glorify being a pillaging SOB, as well as somebody twisted by their legends who kinda had it coming, lol. The genderflip came midway through the creation just because I liked that FC, tough with her personality kinda turned her into the evil failgirl type :V But all in all, I'm really satisfied with how she turned about!

[Scotcheroos]

"We the unwilling, led by the unqualified to kill the unfortunate, die for the ungrateful."
-Text found etched onto an abandoned Zippo lighter from an unknown soldier during the Vietnam War

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Once, the Foundation rose in rage. Faceless armored figures of grief and fury, their souls calling for recompense for their unending service. Their purpose, unstoppable wrath. Their armaments, indiscriminate death. Their only solace, immeasurable madness. For the sake of glory and righteous hatred, they rose for the sake of returning to history.

Once, the Foundation rose in love. Men and women, each from across all walks of tie and life, their souls standing in unwavering unity against the coming as a maddened Beast in the guise of a Servant. Their purpose, unwavering duty. Their armaments, impregnable faith. Their greatest solace, bottomless love for humanity. For the sake of protection and sympathy, they rose for the sake of saving the world.

Once, the Foundation rose in an End. A blood-stained red mist of senseless violence, it's form not of the corporeal but of whichever poor fool drank in the heady fog. It's purpose, endless war. It's armaments, the infinite weapons and violence of humanity. It's greatest solace, the notion of the 'killer ape theory'. For the sake of a World sleepwalking towards death, it rose to herald humanity's twilight.

Once, the Foundation rose in peace. A pure white snowfall across the lands on Christmas as a single soldier watches on in awe. It's purpose, cheer and merriment. It's armament, a peace treaty for a single day. It's greatest solace, respect for the dead and acceptance of the living. For the sake of a single, fragile moment of kindness and camraderie, it rose to give humanity a simple reason to reach out to one another, no matter where.

Once more, the Foundation rises. Once more, the Unknown Soldiers march towards an unspoken goal. But now, it is different. In the face of an ended World, they are at an impasse. What shall they do now, with no human to protect? What will they do now, with no memory to reclaim? And so, the Foundation that had already risen stood still in indecision.

But every Foundation has a foundation of it's own. Every sturdy base must begin with the placement of a first block. And as the Foundation froze and contemplated what now to do, that first block moved forwards. To investigate the cause of this terribly bleached World. To find a cause to rally his brothers behind once more. From the infinite unknown, a single, ordinary man marches out, towards a goal of his very own.

"Servant, Stranger. My True Name is Michael Joseph Blassie, First Lieutenant of the United States Air Force. It's an honor to fight alongside you, ma'am."

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Class: Stranger

Other Eligible Classes: Rider, Ruler, Saver, Berserker/Beast

True Name: Michael Joseph Blassie

Aliases: First Lieutenant Blassie, Blackbird Blassie, X-26, Vietnam Unknown, Foundation of the Foundation, The Unknown Soldier

Alignment: Neutral Good

Attribute: Man

Origin: American History

Region: St. Louis, Missouri

Height: 6 feet/182.88 cm

Weight: 200lbs/90.72 kg

Traits: Male, Humanoid, Hominidae, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish, Riding

Catalyst: A Purple Heart Medal, with the name scratched out

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Talents: Flying planes, warfare, oration, being a voice for the unheard

Natural Enemies: Unknown Soldiers

Likes: Peaceful and quiet days, protecting those he cares about, travelling to see the world, gooey butter cake, trying new foods and drinks

Dislikes: Warfare (ironically enough), seeing innocent people getting hurt, durian, weirdly-flavored sodas

Personality: While one half is a manifestation of unfettered hatred as the forgotten warriors of the world, and the other is a manifestation of unyielding love unified in the desire to protect humanity, Stranger is....neither. As all Yang holds a piece of Yin, and all Yin holds a piece of Yang, so too does Michael hold part of both his Berserker and Saver counterparts and bridge the gap between the two in turn. Before the two extremes that is the Foundation of the Throne....he's the moderate choice. The mediator, representative and 'face' of the Unknown Soldiers, holding a viewpoint not unique but very much needed.

After all, his viewpoint is innately based solely on one's individual humanity, differing from the amalgamate Spirit Origins of his counterparts..

An 'average joe' type who's remarkability lies in how unremarkable he seems, Stranger feels less like an actual hero and more like a down-to-earth next-door neighbor. The kind of reliable acquaintance you can trust on to help with any minor problems or babysit your kids in a pinch. Friendly and helpful, but unfortunately not very memorable most of the time. He's slightly saddened if you need a reminder of who he is, but overall understanding and always here to lend a hand. A staunch patriot of America and a skilled orator of sorts, he's nonetheless just happy to help and gets along well with other people.

Buuuuuut, at the same time, he's perpetually stressed and it may slip through. Which makes sense, considering he's the representative of the fucking Foundation of the Throne of Heroes. Occasionally you can see him tense and snappy to others even when he tries to hide it, and he'll often be found staring mournfully at the records room when a Singularity finishes, as if mourning those who will inevitably be forgotten and erased by history itself. He also has bouts of imposter syndrome and self-doubt, sometimes wondering out loud if he really deserves the position thrust upon him.

Eve so, he'll still march on relentlessly. For the man who holds both signs of Saver's love for humanity and Berserker's hatred for the sake of those forgotten, Stranger continues to move forwards. For the sake of a better world, where even the forgotten soldiers may finally rest in peace. Truly, he has become a man who deserves the world-bearing position inadvertently thrust upon his shoulders.

Wish for the Grail: "A wish on the Holy Grail.....sorry, boss, but I got nothing in mind. My family's already gotten the burial for my body they always wanted, and they've been having a good life ever since Patty became a motivational speaker after retiring from the Air Force. I ain't really got any big desires beyond that."

ParametersParameters:
Strength: D+
Endurance: C++
Agility: D
Mana: E
Luck: B-
NP: A

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Bond DefaultOne of the many Unknown Soldiers across the World, who fought and bled and died for their country but was unable to be properly identified and was thus left to rest, nameless in foreign lands. What was meant to yet another faceless soul joined as another block of the Throne's Foundation sank deep into the mass of dim, waiting souls.

And sank deeper, and deeper, and deeper, through the modern souls, through the warriors of medieval years, through the heroes and villains of ancient civilizations lost to time. It sank all the way to the very bottom of the Foundation, an impossible, churning bottom atop a precipice of nothingness....and clicked into place at a center that shouldn't have had an end.

And Michael Blassie opened his eyes in the afterlife. He looked up to see a shimmering light emitting from a jagged, golden crack. He looked down and saw a stone floor, himself in the exact center of a what seemed like an infinite number of souls milling about lazily. And as he absorbed the new, unfamiliar view before him a single thought ran through the new soul's ephemeral mind.

'What the actual fuck is going on here?'



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Bond 1Born in St. Louis, Missouri on April 4th, 1948, Michael Blassie lived an ordinary life. And when I say this, I mean that despite there being records of his childhood, absolutely nothing was noteworthy whatsoever. He lived as a child should have, making friends for shallow reasons and losing them just as quickly. He lived as a teenager should have, his greatest source of drama on whether the girl he had a crush on liked him back or not, his most daunting obstacle the next impeding history exam which he forgot to study for.

When he graduated from high school, neither gaining a position as even the best student in his class, nor the worst student, he immediately set out to join the military, enrolling into the United States Air Force Academy the moment he could afford to. For the next four years Blassie studied a general curriculum before graduating, heading into Undergraduate Pilot Training at the Columbus Air Force Base and subsequently receiving an official status as an Air Force pilot a year later. Shipping off to Vietnam on the tail end of January 1972, given that it was the tail of the Vietnam War then, Blassie would serve as a member of the 8th Special Operations Squadron, more commonly known to the public as the 'Blackbirds'. He'd fly a hundred and thirty-seven aerial combat missions during his short time in the squadron, quickly becoming a decorated and seasoned aerial combatant.

On May 11, 1972, Blassie would be sent on his 138th mission. He was to destroy an artillery position that had been pinning down reinforcements en route to An Lộc, and given said reinforcements' position it was deemed to be better that a single pilot be sent to minimize chances of friendly fire. Leaving the base on his Dragonfly A-37, Blassie would head into enemy-held territory to fulfill his duty. An hour and a half later, the anti-aircraft artillery would cease activity. In the ensuing chaos, the reinforcements were able to make it to An Lộc and bolster the falling troops' numbers.

Blassie would not return. His remains would be found five months later, his plane having been taken out by one last shell from the artillery position he was to destroy before it was eliminated in turn. Thus ended the tale of a man who was supposed to be forgotten by the World.......right?



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Bond 2Class Skills:

This Servant does not possess any Class Skills.



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Bond 3Personal Skills:

Battle Continuation C

A Skill denoting the ability to continue combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It also innately reduces mortality rate from any sustained injuries. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments.

Originally, as a part of the Unknown Soldiers, Stranger would have an A Rank in this Skill due to an inability to comprehend 'surrender'. However, acting on his own as a human facet of the Foundation has granted him autonomy....at the cost of also allowing him to retain understanding of 'surrender' in turn. While he can still continue after sustaining multiple fatal wounds, he is far more likely to cut his losses if he feels that he cannot overcome the foe before him. As a result, this Skill's Rank has dropped by two stages.

Independent Manifestation E

Originally a Skill of the Beast Class, denoting the ability to manifest oneself unsupported into reality, without necessity of energy cost or of summoning by a Master. Essentially, this Skill is an enhanced, superior version of Independent Action, signifying a confirmed and self-sustaining existence in reality. Those with this skill have innate resistance to instant death effects and time-control attacks.

Like Saver, Stranger cannot manifest by himself save for one extreme, impossible event. An event that has never before occurred in the history of the multiverse. Essentially, the destruction of the Throne of Heroes. As the Throne exists in and stands linked to all realities in the infinite multiverse, this event would require the complete and utter destruction of The Root. Should such an event occur, Stranger is sent in to act s a 'scouting unit' to find and assess the nature of the threat before his Saver counterpart can be summoned.

Of course, because this event has never happened before, he has never used this Skill himself. It may as well be sealed given how he has no need for it.....right?

War Council A-

A Skill of Stranger, denoting the ability to commune with and implement strategies and tactics from a gathering of equals and subordinates, so long as the matter at hand is related to battle or warfare. At Rank B and above, it becomes possible to directly commune with spirits for the sake of deciding a course of action, so long as said spirits were known by the user in life. A multi-faceted Skill often held by military generals and war heroes, this Skill can be called a crystallization of overseeing and manipulating an army's logistics.

As the 'face' of the Unknown Soldiers, Stranger can directly communicate with and implement suggestions and possible ideas from every single soul that makes up the Foundation. Whether it's one of the anger-filled voices from the Berserker rendition or one of the jolly voices from the Saver rendition, Michael is able to speak with them at any time and ask for advice in a pinch. However, because both instances are also aware of each other and constantly bicker over what to do as a result, sometimes he gets conflicting suggestions or just a flat out headache from the constant noise. It's kinda like 'Schizophrenia: The Skill' at times.

Through communication with the other Unknown Soldiers, Stranger can use this to his advantage to also borrow information, allowing him to utilize their Knowledge of War or Our Names Form Your Foundation should he need to do so.

Vietnam Unknown EX

A unique Personal Skill belonging only to Stranger, denoting the crystallization of his anonymity as an Unknown Soldier for fourteen years despite all evidence pointing to his identity.

When Stranger's body was recovered five months after being shot down during the Battle of An Lộc, an ARVN patrol found part of his skeletal corpse, his ID card and dog tags, a wallet containing a family picture, part of a shredded and tattered flight suit, and the remnant of a leather pistol holster he favored. The ID confirmed his name, the numerous people involved in the process confirmed that it was indeed the corpse of Michael Joseph Blassie, and even Mortuary Affairs had confirmed that dead man's identity.

And then suddenly, as if the World itself had declared so, Mortuary Affairs declared that their previous confirmation was wrong. The reasoning varied from employyee to employee. One inspector said that the height did not match Blassie. Another said it was the skeleton's age that was wrong. A third, the dental records gathered from the skeleton's jaw. Each reason was valid in it's own way, yet incorrect all the same. Thus, Michael Joseph Blassie would be buried as an Unknown Soldier, the sole representative of the lost lives of the Vietnam War for fourteen years.

Rather than Information Erasure, which directly removes information of the user from existing records and memories unless they decide otherwise, this Skill acts as a perpetually active 'perception filter' that continually warps gathered information and appearance. As if he is in a funhouse mirror, Stranger's appearance may seem to twist and contort with each movement. Attempting to read his True Name reveals only 'Unknown'. Even his Skills are semi-obscured, their details rendered into something similar to what a dyslexic might see in a book. For fourteen years, history declared that Michael Blassie was not Vietnam Unknown. It's only fitting that those fourteen years would be added to his Spirit Origin in turn.



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Bond 4When Michael Blassie died, he was to stay forgotten by the World. His feats were too meager to serve as a legend, his tale too brief and too mediocre. He was initially tossed aside, meant to join as yet another of the veritably infinite number of the Unknown Soldiers.

His family saw the effects of the choice that had been made. Saw the people slowly forget about the ordinary man and move on with their lives. Saw as other families could at least receive closure in news of their child's death in battle, or seeing said child returning in triumph while they were left in Purgatory. They saw the World begin to forget Michael's name.

And they said 'fuck that noise'.

For 22 years, the Blassie family would struggle with all their might to find Michael's remains. His sister joined the Air Force in his footsteps four years later, while his parents would tirelessly scour the records, hunting for any hint, any scrap of information that could even begin to progress their hunt for their missing son. Patricia Blassie would rise to the rank of a Colonel in her time in service, and Jean and George Blassie Sr. would form many connections in the military and around town in their hunt, never forgetting the despair they felt at the inability to gain closure.

Perhaps it was through their tireless effort. Perhaps it was because of the conenctions the Blassie parents had made. Perhaps it was simply a stroke of luck, even. But in 1994, Jean Blassie received a call from an unknown number. The caller was Ted Sampley, a former Green Beret and current activist who had learned of the Blassie family's plight through the grapevine. Undergoing his own investigation and learning of the Vietnam Unknown's own remains, he expressed belief that Vietnam Unknown was indeed their missing son. At first, they would not believe his words until they saw the evidence he had scoured together and provided to them.

Three years later, the family received a second unknown call. This time, it was a man named Vince Gonzales. A CBS reporter who knew of their struggle through his own connections, and worked alongside Sampley personally to provide further aid in research. He and Sampley had gathered enough substantial evidence, and handed their own musings to the fmaily with a promise: if the family wanted to bring Michael home, then they would do everything in their power to help the family.

After all, everyone deserved closure, one way or another.



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Bond 5Noble Phantasm:

Known To But God

Fight Not For Glory

Rank: A
Classification: Anti-Unit (Self), Anti-Army (Self), Pseudo-Suicide
Range: 1-100
Maximum Targets: The Unknown Soldiers

"This is a battle for salvation. This is a battle for remembrance. Bring forth the beasts of war. Raise the shields of the nameless protectors. Once more, we charge into everlasting conflict.

Known But To God

Fight Not For Glory

."

“Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known but to God.”

That is the single inscription on the back of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Arlington National Cemetery. The inscription that honored all the nameless corpses who fought and died for the people and country that called for their aid, and were retrieved from the smoldering battlefields that was their graves. As Stranger was the only set of unidentified remains from the Vietnam War, so too was he buried underneath the Tomb in nameless honor for fourteen years, until his remains were finally identified and retrieved. Thus, such an event has carried over as his sole Noble Phantasm.

This is not 'uncovering the Unknown Soldier's identity', as one would expect. It does not allow Stranger to multiply himself, nor does it allow him to manipulate the innate Mystery of his allies and enemies, like his Saver and Berserker counterparts are capable of. Instead, this Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of 'honoring the nameless soldiers' in a sense. A power born both of his position as the representative of the Unknown Soldiers and of the only Unknown Soldier to ever truly return home from war.

When this Noble Phantasm is activated, Stranger can shave off tiny bits of his Spirit Origin to temporarily summon other Unknown Soldiers to fight alongside him. Whether they be one of the faceless warriors of war that comprise the Berserker version or one of the various unique soldiers from the Saver version is up to Stranger. The summoned Soldiers hold incredibly degraded versions of their Skills and only their first respective Noble Phantasms, but are still capable of combat and can work as surprise reinforcements in a pinch. However, there is a second and far more powerful use, as an absolute last resort.

By using his own Saint Graph as fuel, Stranger is able to wholesale summon one of his counterparts to turn the tides of battle. Of course, this means he will go from the independent Servant of Michael Blassie to just another face in the Unknown Soldiers, but he will absolutely do so if the situation calls for it. To discard his identity in a final salute as himself, he honors their past deeds and calls for the World to remember them. If not their names, fought in both rage and valor, then at least their next charge against this next enemy. A single ordinary man's wholehearted attempt to give them the honor they should have received in life.



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Bond ExtraWith the connections of the CBS news network and the veritable mountain of evidence they had gathered with Sampley and Gonzales' help, the Blassie family went public with their quest on January 19th the next year, appearing on CBS National News with a single, desperate plea.

"The trail leads to the Tomb. We want to know the truth. Please. Let us bring our son home. Let us bring our brother home."

The message picked up traction. Through word of mouth, or sympathy, or some other underlying force of humanity, whispers and murmurs grew. The people spoke of the Blassie family and their missing child, and civilians visited the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier with a purpose besides tourism for once. From the military to the courts to even Congress, slowly but surely the government caught wind. After four months of red tape and candidate selection, a personal task force was put together for the sole reason of exhuming the remains of Vietnam Unknown and performing a DNA test.

The coffin was opened and the corpse disinterred with the highest of possible military honors. With the Blassies' permission, a blood sample was taken from Jean Blassie and preserved for testing. For a month and a half, numerous DNA tests were conducted to completely eradicate any chance of error, until finally news were delivered. It was official now, the Blassies were told. It was one of the closest matches the Institute of Pathology tasked with overseeing the test had ever found since the Institute's inception.

Michael Joseph Blassie was, without a shred of doubt, Vietnam Unknown.

His remains were delivered back to St. Louis still with the highest of military honors and personally escorted to Jefferson Barracks Nati9onal Cemetery. Besides the Blassies, 5,000 civilians had also gathered to pay respects. Before them, a parade of service officers escorted the hearse and saluted with the utmost respect as the coffin was lowered into the ground and slowly covered up with dirt. At long last, Michael Blassie had finally come home.

Thus ended the tale of a ordinary man made extraordinary by his family's love and determination, who was supposed to be forgotten by the World but was dragged back from the impossible abyss.



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RelationshipsGeronimo: "He's been a big help when it comes to helping me understand how Magecraft works. Now that I'm out of the Unknown Soldiers right now I don't really have their information to fall back on....I mean, I can try to ask, but they're squabbling with their Berserker counterparts again, so that's a no-go this time."

Billy the Kid: "Believe it or not, he was a childhood hero of mine. Then again, I was a real sucker for cowboys and cowboy films back then. He's a bit more....carefree than I expected, but that isn't saying much compared to some of the other figures here. I'm just glad I managed to get this autograph, really! I can finally cross that childhood dream off my list!"

Abigail Williams: "Here ya go, little lady! One fresh stack of buttermilk pancakes, straight from the griddle! Morning, Master! Want me to whip up some breakfast for you too?"

Surprisingly enough, Stranger's a bit doting on Abby. He says that she reminds him of his own younger sisters, so he tends to unconsciously lower his guard around her. Sometimes you find him playing along with some of the Children Servants' tea parties as well.

Voyager: "....You know, it feels like a dream, seeing you. We felt so far away from space travel when I was shipped out to Vietnam, and only six years later you were launched out into the endless cosmos. I don't what I should say. I don't know if I could ever begin to think of what to say, but....thank you. Thank you for your journey, and the endless beautiful pictures you've shown us all. Voyager, our own planet's wonderful emissary, our eternal hero."

Trung Sisters: "Kh-! .....Forget me, Master. I know they're innocent. I know they mean well. I just....I can't get the memory of my death out of my head. Just...a little more time. Until I can speak with them without this irrational anger clouding my mind."

Clifton Stockwell and Maximillian von Sinner: When Christmas rolls around and Chaldea is covered in festive decorations, Stranger can be found celebrating with the old soldiers himself, chatting with them as they eat plum pudding and dirnk beer. Given that Stranger does occasionally sneak into the kitchen by himself, he tends to commandeer an oven for himself for cooking around that time. If nothing else, the addition of a prime rib and some eggnog isn't something the Archers are going to complain about.

Max Immelmann and Oswald Boelcke: "I'm not so egotistical to believe that I was summoned for my above average skill with a plane. The fact that I didn't even get a Riding Skill here should tell you all you need to know. Still, it never hurts to ask for tips and such. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to ride liek them through sheer skill alone!....Yeah, probably won't happen, but I can still dream."

Nachthexen: Stranger's often pestered by the tomboy Rider hoping to get an aerial spar between them. Given that Stranger's being summoned is a massive anomaly in and of itself, this might be the only chance she ever gets to actually fight him and she'd be damned if she loses this opportunity. It's a bit comical seeing him trying to hide from a slip of a girl whenever they're around each other.

Felix von Luckner: "Truth be told, I've barely paid attention to the naval front during 'nam when I was alive. The skies were my priority, so the skies would be what took up my attention. After I died, though....I still remember a group of really angry Englishmen in the afterlife just angrily yelling about 'that blasted sea-devil Luckner'. Huh. Never thought I'd actually meet the man myself, especially not here."

The Red Baron: "....."

A moment of silence. A flash of anger. Perhaps it is the influence of the other Unknown Soldiers, or knowledge of the Red Baron himself. But seeing the man who'd engraved his kills onto silver cups, whether in a twisted sense of honor or a trophy of his triumphs, Stranger feels as if that one action spits upon the deaths of the nameless.

Georges Guynemer: "'Last Knight of the Skies', 'Arthur of the Heavens'....Because the people called him such, the World engraved that name into his soul. A name of ignorance and goodwill, huh? Feels like it's nothing but a twisted joke to me."

Ernst Udet: "......War is a terrible, terrible thing, to transform a man like him into what he is today. I should leave. The last thing I want to do is agitate his mind even more, given what I must represent to him."

Aimo Koivunen: "Jesus Christ! Master, I didn't think you'd managed to summon Aimo, of all people! Of course I know who he is, there's a group of Finns cheering him on, and a group of Russians screaming 'Oh fuck, that crazy bastard's here too' in my head! I know that all he did was go on a massive meth trip, but still!"

"Tokyo Rose": "Pft, hahahahaha! I'm, I'm sorry, I really am, but that radio program was....it was hilariously ineffective! My uncle, he fought on the front lines in the Pacific Theater, and he told me that whenever he got bored or wanted to boost morale he'd tune the radio to your program, and everyone would be too busy hooting and hollering at your crap to even begin to feel down! But, see, there's something I've always been curious about. Something I just gotta ask.

"Hey you fighting housewives, lounging in your little safe haven of a studio, how'd it feel? When your head honcho told you that kids were gonna be sent on a suicide mission to Pearl Harbor? When 731 put all those innocent people through all that torture for little more than a slipshod understanding of biology? Come on, gimme an answer. You could say it's like a listener ringing in to ask questions on the air, right? We're all waitin' here, ma'am."

Francis Pegahmagabow: Stranger says nothing as he joins Francis in sitting alone at the cafeteria. Just an understanding silence as he slides Francis a plate with slices of Eierschecke. If you look closely, behind Stranger stands the ephemeral wisps of WWI-era German soldiers, all standing at attention and saluting Francis in an act of nothing but the utmost respect for the man and his efforts.

....There's 378 shades in total.

Simo Hayha: "Truthfully, there isn't much I can say about her. She still struggles to identify 'herself' from 'Simo Hayha' and I'm not nearly proficient enough in psychology stuff to help. She does prefer some company on a hunt, so....I lend her a hand every now and then is all."

Unknown Soldiers (Evil) or Unknown Soldiers (Good): "They're good people, when they're not trying to punch a hole in the fucking World out of sheer rage (don't gimme that shit, Antoine, Alaya's still pissed at us for replacing that Berserker a while back! I got nailed with the damage control for two damn decades! You have any idea how fucking hard it is to reorganize an entire records system when it's got info on a literal infinite amount of people?!). Good conversationalists, though the fact that our....differing ideologies can clash even as a Saver tends to surface every now and then, it's a bit of a mess if things get political. Still, that at leats just means you get a whole lot of differing viewpoints to a problem! I'd say that's a pretty good bonus."

'James Kilroy': "First Lieutenant Michael Joseph Blassie, reporting for duty, sir! I haven't been here long, but even I know that I gotta pay my superiors the proper respect their position demands!

"....Hey now, don't give me that. You may not have existed, but you were just as much a part of that war as every other soldier fighting on the frontlines. Even long after the war, you'd still spring up all over the place wherever Americans had touched down. I'll say, it was a surprise and a half when I woke up on the second day of my service in Vietnam and saw a doodle of you staring me in the face on my bunkmate's mattress. Or when I saw you again in the canteen and the hangers.

"...Can I tell you a secret? Back when I was shot down, I saw something while my plane was plummeting towards the ground. I'd already given up hope at survival. My ejector seat was jammed, and even if it wasn't I was thigh-deep in enemy territory with infantry surrounding my location. I wouldn't ever make it out alive. But I'd saw a doodle of you, peeking at me from just to the left of the control, slapped on by adecals ticker, and I thought. 'I might die here.....but if I do, I'll bring these bastards down with me'.

"I can't speak for the other soldiers, sir, but I know this for sure. If I hadn't seen you, I would have fully given up. That artillery position would have still stood firm and kept the reinforcements from helping the soldiers in An Lộc, and who knows how badly that could have snowballed against our favor. So at the very least, thank you. For inspiring me to fight to the very end. For helping us win at least that one battle. For making it, so that less of my brothers in arms had passed in An Lộc in the very end. Thank you."




Related DialogueGeronimo: "It was a surprise to see him at first. Imagine this tall robotic faceless being suddenly appeared in front of your doorway with nary a sound. I was frightened beyond all measure when that happened last week. Thankfully, he seemed to just be somewhat hesitant at first. Said somehting about 'some of them having done horrific things to my people' and being unsure of approaching me for a while.

"He means well, though. Very eager to learn about leatherworking from me, odd though it may sound. Perhaps he wants to handmake a gift for somebody?"

Billy the Kid: "Well, this is sum'n you don't see everyday aorund here. I wasn't expectin' a fan to ask me for an autograph in this day and age. Most people either prefer other people like Wyatt Earp or something, or they just flat out don't even jnow any famous cowboys in the first place. Still, meeting a fan, getting to chat with them for a bit....it's a nice feeling."

Abigail Williams: ".....There's a lot of people standing behind him, Master. I can't even see where the crowd ends and Chaldea starts, but they're watching the world thriugh his eyes. Tasting, hearing, touching the world through his senses. Maybe that's why he gets snappy sometimes! What if one of those people really wanted to eat something they liked, and the only way to do it was to convince him to eat it for them? Like if somebody wanted to eat waffles instead of pancakes and was trying to convince me.....that's kinda scary. Pancakes are clearly better! Hmph!"

Voyager: "A lot of people get forgotten in history over time. Even if I don't like it, that's a fact of life not a lot of people can reverse.....So being here, being brought back from being forgotten by the sheer love of your family and their determination is a beautiful story. From the far-away me to the distant you, I'm happy I met you here and now. I'll never forget the miracle of love your family gave you, Mister Blassie."

Trung Sisters: "Aerial warfare....it's a scary thing to think about, honestly. We were struggling with fighting on land and sea as is. If the Han had anything that could just fly over our defenses, I think we would have just lost all hope..."

"For some reason he tends to avoid us whenever we're in the same place. Part of me wants to ask why, but prying into something thats clearly a perosnal matter for him feels wrong. I guess allI can do is....sit back, and wait for the day he decides to approach us himself. Just wait and hope, as that mysterious man with the really cool coat likes to say."



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Bond FinalOnce More



"I'm no leader. I'm no hero. My only feat was not being forgotten. Before that, I was somebody who should have disappeared. It is through only luck and the love of my family that I stand in this position today."

"But I stand before you all today not to gloat, nor to apologize. No, I stand before you in a call to arms. The world as we know it had ended. In our complacency, mankind was incinerated and left nothing but dust in it's absence. We failed to protect humanity and it's memories, and it is only through the efforts of Chaldea that they were successfully resurrected."

"But humanity is lost to us again! Through the machinations of a Foreign World, the surface of the Earth is Bleached! The Revision of Humanity tightens it's hold on an already comatose Planet, and yet we lay here unmoving! Our families, our descendants are trapped on the surface of an alien planet, and yet we remain here in cruel sloth!"

"This is a call to arms! A call to the endless nameless souls who fought and died for who and what they loved! A call of recruitment under Chaldea's banner!"

"The World is blank, yet we remain! The people are gone, yet we remain! Humanity still lives on! Humanity still fights for survival! So why do we remain here, underneath that cursed light?! Why do we linger instead of fighting for humanity in turn?!"

"Are we so meek as to wait for permission to deploy once more?! Are we so satisfied that we shall refuse to move as Chaldea desperately fights a battle they may lose at any given moment?!"

"I look upon this endless sea of souls, and I see men and women brave enough to charge headfirst towards death fo victory. Warriors who rage at injustice and fight to protect the world they so love. I see wraiths of anger, who wish for the simple desire that none are forgotten! That every soldier can be returned home, and every family is given closure and a chance to pass on! To those souls of love and hatred, to you soldiers united or not, I ask you this!"

"Are you going to sit by and let the Foreign Planet take humanity?! Our friends, our family, our neighbors and loved ones?! Will you just sit on your fucking thumbs and let it drag away those who are still alive for God knows what, content to wait by Alaya's dozing form?!"

"No!"

"Are you going to stand back and watch, as the Foreign Planet steals our history from the World?! Taking the world's forgotten, it's unnamed fighters and unsung heroes! Devouring the history, the lives we lived however meager and beautiful they were, stealing even the Thrones upon our backs and scouring even the hideous light of war, until we're left with nothing?!"

"No!"

"Do you want to abandon those who can be saved?! Do you want to let the World forget?!!"

"No, NO, NO!

"Then come on, you sons of bitches! The Earth is still chalk white! The Foreign Planet is still cackling in glee! Our allies are Chaldea, and our goal is the very south of the World! Ladies and gentlemen, we've still got a part to play on this damned Bleached Theater, so let's charge! Once More!"

"Unto the breach!"



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Art SourcesMichael's fc is a drawing of Bondrewd from Made in Abyss that Mura provided for me when I was searchig for a good faceclaim. Thanksfor the help, Mura! The original Danbooru link was deleted, but apparently the image was moved to Safebooru here. The original artist deleted it from their account, though, so this is the last surviving image.

The Bond CE is a picture of two soldiers carrying a third, wounded soldier that I got from this pin page. If you're wondering why the picture doesn't match the text, it's because I couldn't find a proper image to what I envisioned and went the Super Bunyan route. Namely, I used an image relevant to the overall profile instead of just the CE.



NotesI won't lie, I wanted to do my own rendition of the Unknown Soldiers for a while, and the concept fit the contest perfectly. But then I looked at the other sheets and realized:

"Fuck, they took the easy directions."

DesReploid had distorted the Soldiers to the 'concept of evil', turning them into rage-induced Berserkers desperate to keep their memory alive. Mor had distorted the Soldiers to the 'concept of good', warping them into stalwart protectors of the world and defenders of the people. JyggaHux had distorted the Soldiers to 'the concept of War', turning them into the embodiment of the Red Rider of the Apocalypse (and Bylackbre distorted that even FURTHER by swiping the possibility for a Christmas variant, so no Santa Soldiers here). Just going for the simple routes would be wholesale ripping off at least one of those sheets in the end.

But then I realized. They'd taken the routes of good and evil. They'd taken the routes of apocalypse and benevolence. They had not taken the most obvious, yet most obscure route possible: The route of 'normal humans'.

Is the Distortion here the Noble Phantasm, Stranger sacrificing his identity and distorting himself to pave the way for his fellow nameless brothers in arms? Is the Distortion his growth, showcasing the way he grows from a normal soldier that's kind of being pushed around a bit to a man worthy of inspiring the nameless souls into action? Is it even Blassie himself, perhaps, his identity a Distortion from 'the infinite multitude of nameless warriors' into the distilled and concentrated facet of a single ordinary man? From the face of a single jewel, a multi-colored spectrum of beauty and evil blooms forth. Thus, the Soldiers march once more, at the behest of their flag-bearing speaker.

Is the sheet wanked? Oh, absolutely. Does it fit the prompt? I sure fucking hope it does, this took a damn week to do. But I wanted to give this man the respect I felt he deserved. Dying nameless in the heart of a Vietnamese jungle in the name of a cause he didn't know if it would succeed or not, for a country he loved with almost all his heart. His family, fighting for over two decades to bring him home from the shifting annals of time with nothing more than grit and their strong love for him. It's a miracle, in a sense.

One motif I wanted for this man was 'remembrance'. Honoring the dead and carrying their memory with you so they lived on with you. The other motif?.....I guess you could say it's 'love'.

[Baron Magnus]

Would you take the deal?

If you were offered ultimate power, would you pay the price?

Many claim they would know better and say no...

Would you though?

Is there truly no circumstance where your scrutiny has been whittled down to non-existence?

Can you truly be on guard at all times?

.... Is there truly no moment when you are willing to hope?

Perhaps you can.

She, however, could not.

She saw an opportunity and couldn't resist taking it.

If fortune favored her, perhaps she'd have reaped a reward worth the price.

As history shows, however...

Faustian bargains always have their price.



Hahahaha! Rejoice, plebian, for Faust has arrived! Allow this one be your guide into delights you never thought possible!


MemoryCloud on Zerochan

True Name
Faust

Alias
Doctor of Hedonism

Class
Avenger

Alignment
Chaotic-Evil

Attribute
Earth

Region
Germany

Source
the Tragical History of Doctor Faustus by Goethe... and later media.

Classes


Parameters

Strength	Agility	Endurance
D	C	D
Mana	NP	Luck
C	EX	E-

History
Hahahaha!

You really dare ask me about my past?

Who cares!

The past is an illusion, the future is a lie, only now matters!

...

That said... sure.

Pass me that drink, don't interrupt, and let's see where this takes us.

History lane, history lane....

...

Bleh. Got anything better?

Whatever.

Let's skip the boring stuff. My birth, my magus family, being run out of town, my parents abandoning me to a church, their tight ass lifestyle. Let's forget all that. Ain't no point in treading ground many probably couldn't give two nuts about. Let's talk about what I did to get me this reputation.

Fortune telling.

No shit. I looked at stars and passed on whatever hallucinations the LSD brought on as "fortunes". Plebians ate that shit up like month-old stew. Occassionally I'd play with sick people and maybe cure 'em, but more often than not they'd just die. You can only cut someone so many times before they just can't take it you know?

It was honestly a lot of fun.

My favorite part were the parties! Whenever a villager would get sick of me he'd call me a witch and then we'd have a bonfire cookout! I was the main dish of course. Fed the villagers nice and well, fit to bursting! Then... well after too much, they'd run me out of town. Plebians aren't built for hardcore parties you know?

..........

Tsk.

I gotta talk about him huh? That bastard, Mephi-cuck. Don't make me start.... I hate him. Bastard ruined my life. Don't get me wrong, he partied harder than even me and was fun as hell but he was a right fucker! If it weren't for him, Gretchen would-!.....

....

Tsk.

Forget it.

Old history.

Regardless, don't let us meet.

If I get the chance, I'll kill Mephi-cuck as brutally as possible. Not for fun or pleasure. I'm gonna gut him, once for each sin he committed. I won't drag it out. Cut, cut, cut. Once his sins are paid, I'll let him go... well no, I'm going to sever our contract with the grail after, but once he's paid I'm done with him. Forever. Unless he tries to be my problem... then I'll teach him what I do with problems.

...

God, that drink was shit.

C'mon.

Let's get some real fuckin' booze.

Class Skills
Avenger
B+

The basis of the Avenger class.

Avengers are servants who gather grudges and curses, expel curses and grudges in turn, or do both. Faust certainly fits the former criteria; both in life and in the plays their infamy caused them to be an object of abject hatred and villification. However, while they are not noted for having grudges, they do possess one. They deeply detest and hate Mephistopheles.

Due to her history she has an affinity for collecting grudges and curses. Each one she collects empowers her ever so slightly. With a single days work she can ensure all of her attacks will be a rank higher than they should be. However should her opponent be Mephistopheles or allied with them, then the grudges she has accumulated double their benefits and her own grudge grants her a plus modifier to all of her parameters.

Self-Replenishment
(Mana)
B-

An innate skill of Avenger servants.

It generates mana in accordance with the strength of the grudge held by the servant. Faust does not hold many grudges and any she develops are quickly forgotten; save one. She absolutely detests and hates Mephistopheles. The first chance she gets, she will prioritize his capture and torture and accepts no substitution... she will have her way, or her master will be considered his accomplice.

She claims it is due to him that her life was ruined.

The truth however is simply related to an incident regarding a girl named Gretchen. One of the few people other than Mephistopheles that she connected with on a level beyond physical pleasure. She genuinely fell in love with her. Mephistopheles saw this and convinced her to act on that love. An act that brought about ruin for both of them. Her grudge did not start then, but it planted the coals of it.

Mephistopheles killing her would ignite the pit of her vengeance which granted her the right to this class in the first place.

Oblivion Correction
X

An entirely useless class skill to Faust as it is sealed.

Avengers normally possess this skill so that the reasons for their grudges and their target are never forgotten. So that within the gaps of memory present in most living things, they can strike. However the skill Innocent Monster has sealed this skill to prevent its influence. As such this completely useless skill has been sealed.

Personal Skills
Innocent Monster
EX

A skill that distorts and twists a servants spirit origin utilizing hearsay and infamy generated by untrue legends.

Faust is particularly unique in that they are almost completely a fabrication. The only similarities between them and the historical Faust are being a magus, being infamous, and making a deal with Mephistopheles. All other facets are fabricated from infamy grown by the Tragical History of Doctor Faustus and plays inspired by Goethe's story. This skill is ranked so high because of this and because of this high rank the skill Oblivion Correction has been completely sealed.

Hedonism
A

Self-indulgence taken to the extreme of mocking humanity.

Several plays inspired by Goethe's the Tragical History of Doctor Faustus depict Faust as a hedonist, some more extreme than others, and the original story showcases in the first half Faust falling into hedonism itself. Faust became infamous enough that it was believed that his very existence was blasphemous, a mockery of life. As such, Faust would naturally possess a high rank.

Due to this high rank, the skill effectively shields their mind from interference.

All means of influencing or bending the will of Faust utterly fail. The only things that can move Faust against their will is the hedonistic urges this skill imparts as a consequence of having it. Even the command spells of a master, tripled-stacked, can be turned away as nothing more than annoying thoughts; rejected with the same energy she would have if some pang of regret entered her headspace. Swiftly, without mercy, and forgotten.

Fraudulent Surgery
(False)
B

A fraudulently false skill.

Faust's historical self would possess some level of surgical skill as they did pursue medicinal study (albiet as a hobby) while in the plays and original story she is simply an alchemist who passed it off as medicine. This skill as such should simply allow Faust to heal herself and others and have bonuses to disguising it as medical practice. Yet, an oddity has arisen in their spirit origin. Falsehood stacked upon falsehood and amplified the whole.

As such this skill that portrays falsehood has become, itself, false.

By a quirk of fate, Faust as a servant of the Avenger class has, through a convergence of falsehoods apparent in the stories that inspired their fame and accidental multiplication, acquired genuine medical expertise. Not only this but the alchemy present in this skill enhances this genuine talent even further.

Thanks to this they can seal, close, and heal almost any injury overnight short of a truly mortal wound of which requires constant care and attention for an entire fortnight, after which rest for a week is required. Further, this skill enhances their attacks as they known the vital points of other humanoids.

Personality
Faust is a hedonist.

They will indulge any intrusive thought that crosses their mind. Someone has a killable face? Killed. They see a cute puppet? Window smashed, puppet grabbed, legs running. Regardless of the taboo, there is a definite chance that Faust will do as they please heedless of the potential to harm others. Even their own master is not safe; Faust will happily ditch, hurt, bully, injure, maim, kill, and even desecrate their Master if the fancy strikes them.

Yet there are exceptions.

Gretchen.

Anytime she thinks of Gretchen she will willingly, without complaint, restrain her hedonism. Out of regret for the incident involving her. She will blame Mephistopheles for it and not take responsibility for the entire affair but she is willing to admit fault in her part. The incident is perhaps the only regret Faust feels for anything. She regrets ruining the life of an innocent girl she genuinely loved unconditionally.

Thinking of that love is the only thing that stays her hand.

Interactions
Dewi Anjani
Heh. What a good story! Makes for great bar talk. Hey barkeep, another! I wanna see what else she can come up with! On me, of course!

Leviathan
Wooooo, boy! What a freak you are!......
Betcha yer a real holler at parties! C'mon, drinks, food, booze, and babes are on me!

Macbeth
... You know, if you were a lot less stabby, this would be a hell of a lot more fun. Can't you like... just chill for five seconds and have a beer with me? We'll be great friends!

Francisco Pizarro
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Keep the booze flowing! I like this lady and I wanna treat her right! So more booze for more fun!

Michael Joseph Blassie
.... Tsk. Workaholics. Keep tripping over them every five seconds.... grrrr I don't wanna deal with them but them being stressed in bringin down my mooood!.... Should I just kill them...?

Noble Phantasm

Mephisto-Vertrag

Bargain With The Faustian

Type
Anti-Unit
(Self)

Rank
EX

Her namesake.

To bargain with the devil is to make a faustian pact.

A turn of phrase meant to be making a deal with heavy, unforeseen consequences.

The concept itself is likely older than even time. However the one who popularized a phrase to describe the phenomenon accurately is undoubtedly Faust, granting them this noble phantasm. A noble phantasm that represents the single biggest event of their entire life; the deal they made with Mephistopheles.

If she is ever summoned in the same war or event as Mephistopheles, then this noble phantasm will transfer command spells from her master to Mephistopheles automatically and further allow any command from him to bypass the protections of the Hedonism skill. Further, this noble phantasm renders any attack she throws at him ineffective.

She does, however, gain some benefits.

As a result of the contract, simply read as 'Faust receives the powers of Mephistopheles for eternity and in exchange Mephistopheles gains sole rights to Faust's soul', Faust may utilize the skills, parameters, and noble phantasm of Mephistopheles as though it were her own with an equal level of expertise.

Additionally, if she is the servant of Mephistopheles then his own skills and NP are sealed and he has the effective strength of a modern human; with the exception of class skills. She still can utilize them as her own class skills, but Mephistopheles can utilize them as well. They are not sealed for him.

There is another power inherit to this Noble Phantasm however.

Faust can bargain with these powers she gain.

Whether it be wholesale or piecemeal, Faust can exchange the skills, parameters, and noble phantasm of Mephistopheles to others. Any who receive them from a deal with her can utilize them as if they were their genuine master. Similar to how Faust can utilize them as her own with the same level of skill in them as Mephistopheles.

Additionally, when one category is completely traded Mephistopheles cannot utilize a command spell for the purposes of control and his actual control over her wanes. If she trades away all of his powers, his control over her fades completely and she gains the command spells for herself and may utilize them as she sees fit.

Naturally, when Faust makes such a deal, she can make demands of the other party and the terms must be upheld. If the price is not paid then she receives the ability she traded away back and the price is forcibly taken unless she set no price to begin with... naturally, while she can give these powers away as charity, it is not in her nature to be charitable in the first place.

The devil always has his due.