"I, am a knight, a prince,"
"A hated warrior, a beloved lord,"
"I am an unnecessary son, a forgotten brother,"
"But I would have it no other way.
"For I swore that my King would rise to glory."
"With my blood, I ensured she did."
"Now, come forth Master."
"Hear the tale of the Mad Dog."
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The Saber Who Serves Tomorrow
Base Form
Spiritron Dress
Well Dressed for a Dog
Spiritron Dress
Summer Scars
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Class(es): Saber/Berserker
True Name: Madoc ap Uthyr; Uther's Attack Dog
Stats
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: C+
Mana: C-
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: B
Likes: His king, the witch who hates his king, dogs
"I wonder sometimes if I could help mend their relationship, but they're both adults now. They will work it out, one way or another."
Dislikes: Salty food, flowers
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: Earth
Talents: Brotherly advice
Natural Enemy: Merlin
"I know Merlin was Father's best friend and was more of a father to littlest sister than he could ever be. He's still a dick."
He gets along well with Fou, funny how that works out."
Class Skills
Magic Resistance: C++
The ability to cancel out magecraft and reduce the effects of spells. As a being both with the heritage of the Pendragon and a being in tune with the darkness of Britain, Sabers gains tremendously higher resistance against curses. However, overall his rank is fairly low for a Saber, which he finds a bit insulting.
"I fight against the goddamned Black Insect, and I get a low rank because my father hogged the glory and is credited as the one who fought him? My father was a great warrior, but you think that old man could have lasted a second against Vortigern in his prime?"
Riding: B
The ability to use mounts and vehicles with great skill. 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.
Personal Skills
Imperfect Dragon Core: B+
A failed attempt at imprinting the core of the Red Dragon left Saber with an imperfect and painful to activate core. While it contains a great deal of magical energy, and Saber can take advantage by activating to fill his own reserves. However, using it will lower his stats drastically as if under the effects of Weak Constitution.
"The Core is, odd, within me. It is not my primary circuit, think of it more like taping a nuclear reactor to a flashlight. It's power is great, and vast, but I must show restraint. Even a sample of it's power is painful."
Comprehension of the Curse of Britain: C-
The ability to understand and cast basic Witchcraft, using the inherited power of the Black Curse of Britain as a fuel source. For Saber's use, it is used often to inscribe curses on his body that are beneficial in the short term but can be harmful later on. If used to "increase the strength of my attack" he must add a caveat of "will sap my strength when the mana flow has ceased."
While Saber could likely avoid using it in such a manner, a lack of training and overall personal distaste for it's energy means he refuses to expand his understanding of his inherited power more.
"I was not the one destined to wield this energy. Yes, I have access to it, but just because you CAN use something doesn't mean you truly should. Play with fire, get burned."
Foundational Blade of the Once and Future King: EX
Saber's sword is Calibrun, a prototype and later forging element used by Merlin to create the sword Caliburn
Golden Sword of the Victorious
Noble Phantasm
"My strength is needed? Understood."
"Hear my cry then!"
"The enraged scream of the celebrated and reviled prince!"
Madawg
The Mad Dog of Londinium
Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: ~
Max Targets: 1
Rank: B
An artificial secondary persona, handcrafted by Merlin's magic and Saber's own mental conditioning. Saber cultivated this persona over years of battle in preparation for the last duel with Vortigern, despite knowing he was fated to lose. Similar in practice to the Noble Phantasm of a Norwegian king's, it is a bloodthirsty and ruthless mental state that empowers Saber's body. When activated, his persona as Madawg consumes his normal mindset, cutting off his ability to feel pain or fear akin to Madness Enhancement, but as Saber he is able to restrain his NP enough in order to remain lucid enough in battle so as to still be able to recognize allies from enemies.
In this state, Saber gains a rank up to his Agility and Endurance, and cannot be readily reasoned with beyond pointing him to a new target to fight. Only when all his enemies are dead or utterly defeated can Saber regain his full sanity. In this state he can be considered "blunt", where even basic illusions can fool his mind into believing he is still facing an active enemy.
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Lore
Saber is Madoc ap Uthyr, the firstborn son of Uther Pendragon and older half-brother to Morgan le Fay and Artoria Pendragon.
"Kinda odd how none of us have the same last name."
Born several decades before the birth of the Future King, Saber's life was a violent one start to end. Never knowing his mother, Saber spent his early years training, learning how to temper his massive well of internal rage into a weapon, and with the assistance of Merlin, was tested rigorously in order to exploit his bloodline's magical potential.
In compared to his sisters, Saber can be considered "in the middle" of their inheritance. While not the one destined to wield the Primeveal Black Curse of Britain, nor the Factor of the Red Dragon, one can consider him to be the Temporary Heir to the King of Britain, and has limited access to these two abilities. While he was born with the curse, at Uther's insistence Saber was implanted with a sliver of the power of Albion, one clearly not designed nor fated to be used in his body.
During his later teens, Britain was under repeated and brutal assault from Saxon invaders near constantly. With such necessity that Uther sent his son, then planned to be the future king, off to fight them as a lord of his army. But the conflict was hampered by disloyal kings and knights that did not want to unify under Uther's rule. Saber soon found himself as "the knight who guarantees loyalty," with the fairly harsh position of ensuring subordinate lords loyalty through threats of violence that broke the oaths of chivalry, flimsy as they were during the invasion.
It only got worst when Saber's uncle Vortigern suddenly returned, married to a Saxon princess and leading the charge against the forces of Londinium. Despite power grabs and squabbles being common in the Saxon ranks, they were just as prevalent as the ones on Uther's side, and Saber often found himself with few or no allies in battle due to his quickly gaining reputation as a villainous knight fighting for only violence's sake.
Saber felt conflicted in those years, trapped in a cycle of violence without greater purpose. A crisis of identity on what his reason to fight even was anymore. A growing divide between him and Uther, and discontent with Merlin's plotting left an isolation that consumed him deeply and made him even more hollow and cruel in battle.
Five years before the death of both the King Uther and Prince Madoc, Uther saw the rise of the Usurper, and Saber found a purpose.
He had no faith in himself, but mere words of the glory his sibling could bring lit a fire in his soul that burned so bright he practically transformed overnight. Merlin crafted Saber a sword, the holy sword of Calibrun, which reduced Saber's age by years and was a blade unlike any other. While he never trusted Merlin during his lifetime, he did thank the Mage of Flowers for the gift. The sword served also as a symbol of his transformation.
Saber fought with a smile, inspired others to fight, becoming a beacon of hope as he no longer fought for today, or the glory of the past, but for the radiance and hope for the future. The feared and reviled lord changed and found a cause he could truly believe in after years of drifting. In that time, he dropped the surname of Pendragon and opted to simply be known as "the son of Uther."
Saber was there to welcome his baby sister Artoria for just a brief moment before they had deigned to send her away. And despite their father cursing the fact that he had only sired daughters and not a new prince, Saber saw the light in his youngest sister.
"I will not say you can really sense kingship from a baby, but I could sense something."
"I saw that little girl, mewling and whining in her crib as my father cursed himself, as my step-mother comforted him."
"In that crib, I saw the King of Britain, and I wanted to see her on the throne, clad in silver and a golden crown!"
"But, I didn't live long enough to see that."
The day Vortigern pushed to Londinium was a day of horrific destruction and death. An army of the finest knights drowned in a horde of barbarians, and Vortigern clashed with his brother in a duel that shook the Earth.
Saber fought with all his might, dwindling as it was. He only fought to keep people as far from the castle as he could, holding a line that crumbled around him until he found himself alone, battered and exhausted. The biggest and strongest of the barbarians was a monster of a man named Erof, wielding a wicked axe.
Saber fought him for what felt like hours, and despite his exhaustion, kept Erof at bay, until a cry resounded through the ranks, and through the battlefield, he saw Uther impaled on Vortigern's blade. The split second of shock and fear was all it took for Erof to bury his axe into Saber's chest, who knew decapitating the Saxon was an empty gesture of a dead man.
As the Saxon's retreated, Saber chased them on his failing legs, carving as many as he could as he ran deep into the woods of Britain, until he could run no more.
He found a clearing with a few stones, and a good view of the midday sun, and died, holding out hope for the little babe he saw in a crib, to save the day where he couldn't.
Personality
Despite his dour upbringing and tragic life, Saber often is smiling. He is curious of the modern world and the stories told of his family, as dark and painful as some can be. But he takes the pain at face value, letting himself feel and understand the pain so he can better appreciate the brighter moments.
The chirping of birds in the morning, the warmth of the sun, must also be met by the silence in the evening, and the chill of the moon.
For good to happen, evil must happen, and while he detests evil or wrongdoing, he also is fully willing to evil acts in the name of a greater good. A knight who will stain his honor in darkness a thousand times over if it means his King is only cloaked in glory and light. This can definitely lead to conflicts with his Master as if he believes an action is necessary to ensure a better path, he will do all he can to perform it, regardless if it is what his Master believes morally.
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Relationships
Artoria Pendragon (Saber): "Ah, don't mind me King of Knights. I am just a lowly knight, one you shouldn't concern yourself with, please.""I encountered an odd knight who claimed to serve my father. Although, when I pried deeper, he ran away. Do you know anything of this knight Master?"
Artoria Pendragon Lily: "I met my sister's youngest self. I feel unworthy of her presence, but if I can guide her in some form, I feel, validated.""I found Father's knight! I guess he wanted to train my perception by hiding from me. He showed me new sword techniques after I badgered him, but only a little bit!"
Artoria Pendragon (Lancer): "That spear, what great power my sister wields!"
Castoria: "She isn't my sister? But she seems so, similar. Would it be overstepping my boundaries to try and assist her growth as well?"
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My Last Day
"Knowing that you won't be alive tomorrow can be liberating."
"Or at least, I thought so."
"When you had so much stress, so much fear, all the regrets and pain. The fact that it will all be gone the next day, means you no longer need to worry."
"So that last day, I let it all out. The hate, the pain, my full, unrestrained wrath."
"A whirlwind of death, of rebellion."
"I laughed in the face of my attackers, smiled and cheered on my fellows, and I fought even as my body was more and more mutilated."
"Then Father's scream, it made me slip, made me freeze."
"I died, blood in my throat, axe in my heart, sun on my face."
"Londinum fell, the alliances all shattered. It all came apart, Britain broken into a thousand pieces."
"I knew she could fix it, and that was enough."
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A/N: New sheet format! Also first remake of my old sheets from 2017 and when I was really bad at making them! Or at least I feel like I was with hindsight. Anyways yes, I did make all this lore up after a way too long back and forth with friends and reading Garden of Avalon.
Big thanks for the CaS Discord which you should definitely join
you don't have a choice
Anywhodle, off to playing games that make me mad to relax!
Originally Posted by Dullahan
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