Create-A-Servant 3

[Anju Addams]

Could she be one of my people?

Sure, if your people are giant, disgusting abominations of flesh.

[TrueMrMultiverse]

A pretty well done Servant Anju!

[Comun]

Another one of my old sheets, written from around early 2018 and probably the only Foreigner I have done or will ever do. I actually really hate this sheet these days but I wanted to get it up, considering that Click for Spoilers Fate/Samurai Remnant has now basically invalidated it.
Go on, laugh at how wrong I was.

FOREIGNER OF BOOKS

Class: Foreigner
Alternate Classes: Caster
True Name: Fujiwara no Fuhito
Titles: Hieda no Are, Prince Kuramochi, Kuramochi no Miko
Sex: Female
Origin: Historical Fact (8th Century Japan), Cthulhu Mythos
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Attribute: Man
Armament: A Scroll, An Ink Brush
Manifestation Cost: Extreme


Likes: Dreaming, Doing Nothing, Writing
Dislikes: Being Awake, Effort
Talents: Sleeping, Writing, Laziness
Natural Enemy: Tamamo no Mae

Relationship Comments:

Tamamo no Mae: You are Tamamo no Mae? Ah...how strange it is, for Tamamo no Mae does not exist. She never did. Just like that charlatan, Abe no Seimei did not possess magical powers either. Even if...even if...even if that story was made long after my own creations...it is just as fake and as fictional as mine were. Yes...no such people have ever been born, not in the entirety of history. Of course...this world is...well, nevermind. It does not matter. I must sleep now...

Shuten-Douji: If this is my dream, then why do you exist? I have travelled the hills and mountains across Japan, and found none of your kind...therefore, you cannot be real. It is a mystery to myself, it is...Ah...to be honest it does not matter...this is merely my dream after all... A dream of a silly little world, filled with silly little people and nothing more...Shuten-Douji indeed...it is almost a joke at this point…

Ryougi Shiki (Both): We are the same, you and I. I can feel it in my heart, that you too are dreaming of this world. Why do you dream this place, stranger? It is such an odd place, filled with odd things. Magecraft...what an imagination we have, no? Ah..you say that it is real? How do we define what is real and what isn't then? Perhaps even you are not real, you know?

Parameters:

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

Biography:

A legendary figure that rose to notoriety as one of Japan's greatest and most valued men during the Heian Era as the son of Fujiwara no Kamatari, who had become the founder of the Fujiwara clan.

Fujiwara no Fuhito.

A sharp-witted man with a strict, lawful moral stance, who helped reform the laws and regulations of his country through additions to the 'Taihō Code' a document which allowed for the creation of two new forms of government — one for religious and spiritual matters, and one for the state matters, furthering the countries growth into a state of honour and wisdom — for all peoples. Even so, because of his sharp rise to power — through the courts of the emperor — during his legend, it came to be told that he was the secret son of the emperor himself, as a way to discredit his achievements by proclaiming him a concubine's son, the greatest insult of such a turbulent time as the Heian Era.

It was a false, awful rumour, started only by those rival clans who were jealous of his talents-and power. They — who wanted it for themselves — tried everything that they could to shun and lambast his life's work — an act that ended in utter failure, almost forgotten to history. Because, as evidence proves, the man named Fujiwara no Fuhito was someone who definitively and clearly existed during that time period, as told through the scribes and ancient records of the Fujiwara clan, and the writings of other scholars and historians during the era, that marked his name and actions down into the annals of history — for all eternity and beyond. Certainly then, he was someone who existed — quite plainly — within actual historical fact.

It would then be obvious to state that, thanks to these actions — started by Fujiwara no Fuhito himself, among others — the prestige and fame of the Fujiwara clan rose from its humble beginnings underneath the first founder, Fujiwara no Kamatari, to become one of the most politically influential families during the Heian Era, that was said to hold the ear of the emperor under their control. Several of Fujiwara no Fuhito's sons and daughters even married into other influential clans, furthering the clan's reach across all of ancient Japan, when his descendants carried on his lineage into the next era of emperors and to the ever-distant rising sun.

Also...there is a whispered tale, told between superstitious men, that Fujiwara no Fuhito actually appeared in one of Japan's most ancient fairy stories, 'The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter,' as the model and inspiration for the arrogant prince, Kuramochi no Miko, who fell deeply in love with the moon's white princess — the beautiful Kaguya — offering his all to her, in return for her hand in marriage.

Thus, challenged by such a person to find a single jeweled branch-from a brilliantly golden tree that grew on a distant forgotten mountain, Kuramochi no Miko — or rather, Fujiwara no Fuhito — used all of his cunning and wits to craft that which she desired, for even he, with his riches, could not find such a fantastical branch to exist at all in the whole, wide world. Though he managed to trick the white princess with his scheme, the plan of Fujiwara no Fuhito to marry the great Kaguya, fell apart at the seams, when it came to light that his actions and adventures to find the branch, were nothing more than falsifications, created by his own greedy desires for her unconditional love.

Humiliated, yet, humbled, Fujiwara no Fuhito fled from the sight of Princess Kaguya, never to see her again — returning to his ordinary life, soon disbelieving that she even existed entirely.

However, in regard to such a story having occurred, the events of 'The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter' can be described as purely 'fictional,' and 'fantastical.' Rather it could be said, that they were events that never could — or would — happen in the real history of man, thereby rendering the theory of Kuramochi no Miko being the man called Fujiwara no Fuhito, as naught but a laughable, ridiculous possibility.

One which is equal to that of the rumors that say Fujiwara no Fuhito was none other than the real person behind the name of Hieda no Are — the writer for the 'Records of Ancient Matters' which detailed the mythical origins of Japan itself, as created by the divine entities that were the gods.

Obviously, the existence of such an absurd, ridiculous story — that those in the modern era consider rambling nonsense — remains just such a rumor, without a single basis in real historical fact, due to the common perception that Hieda no Are was born a woman and not a man. Such a fact is 'obvious from her writings' the people claimed. 'There is no point in arguing it at all', they continued to say.

And yet…

Perhaps, the reality of Fujiwara no Fuhito and Hieda no Are as one person is actually the truth in this world too, as somewhere and somehow, there is a possibility, or rather, there is another tale that includes the legend of a female Fujiwara no Fuhito — who is also Hieda no Are and Prince Kuramochi — living in an alien world with a slightly altered history than the one that follows the common sense of man.

In such a world, through the connection and powers of a dormant, blind, and foreign 'god,' perhaps Hieda no Are dreamt of the legends and tales she penned within the 'Records of Ancient Matters.' Stories that, within her own history, were merely literary creations and falsifications in an alien world. Another time, another place, a freakish parallel existence that cannot be fathomed — that beholds an endless 'Age of Man,' circling on and on, into the infinite void.

Speaking as such, thanks to the power that originally belonged to the 'Blind God of the Stars,' that person, who was named both Fujiwara no Fuhito and Hieda no Are, became capable of seeing across the existence of all worlds within a dreaming state — rendering her one with the nature and psyche of an 'omniscient, omnipotent star.' A certain existence, or alternatively, an absolute individual that gazes dreamily into creation, by peering amongst a million, million possibilities, in the eternal forests of time — that were birthed by the 'Blind God of the Stars.'

Thanks to such a boon, born from the 'Blind God of the Stars,' the existence of the one who is both Fujiwara no Fuhito and Hieda no Are, was able to seek out the 'Throne of Heroes,' and implant herself within it as she travelled across the infinite sea of stars — as created by the 'Blind God,' an eternal eon ago — on an equally infinite journey to maybe — one day — wake up from the ephemeral dream that she has created, and return, henceforth, to the silent world of her origin, that spins through the cold, empty void of space, under the never-ending era that is the 'Age of Man.'

Profile:

As someone from another world — or, more accurately, another history entirely — she is summoned in the form of herself from her own time, rather than appearing in the form of herself as written in recorded history, where she was born a man and not as a woman. Also, due to being summoned as she appeared during her youth, she does not act as wise and as knowledgeable as her true existence does, instead acting in a manner befitting a young female adolescent from the modern era, albeit one who remains with the slight innocence that her childhood self-possessed.

It is truthful to believe that she could be placed within the Caster-Class — just like the male version of herself — yet she has an excellent compatible state to that of the Foreigner-Class, that appears from her connection to the 'Blind God of the Stars,' allowing her to be summoned in this state. Thanks to her various skills — birthed by her dreaming nature, she has become that which rejects the existence of the supernatural itself and a certain 'doomsday device' against all those who existed in the mythological annals of Japan.

However, summoning her in the form of a decent Caster-Class Servant is still a possibility, even if she would lose touch with her greatest assets against legendary figures drawn from the ancient tales about Japan. Theoretically, it is more purposeful to bring her forth as a Foreigner instead, where she is at her most useful — due to the divine gifts she has obtained.

Personality-wise, she is an absent-minded soul who does not seem to care about the danger she is currently facing, preferring instead to take an unlimited amount of naps — at inopportune times. Since she believes with her very heart that everything she sees is not 'real,' then she has come to the realization that there is no point in her fighting. 'There is nothing as useless as effort' is what she would say when asked.

When actually taking part in combat — if she is so inclined — she will again use the minimum amount of effort to escape from her opponents using 'Clairvoyance' to read the future. Sometimes, however, she will actually fight seriously against her opponents by utilising her Noble Phantasm to do the work for her.

Essentially, she is someone that does not care what happens in the slightest, because it is no bother to her. A wistful, lazy and utterly bored girl whose only desire is to continue her frequent napping sessions. Even if she is unable to sleep, doing nothing at all is a much preferable option that what she calls a 'worthless' War.

There are occasions when she will instead decide to continue writing down the events that are occurring in the here and now — or in other worlds — as she finds them a little interesting, a great set of stories that she will recall to her friends and family upon her awakening moment. She also likes to read other texts that she can find as well, and when questioned, she would answer that she is taking ideas for the future from her own imagination, weird as it may be. After all, if everything is her own creation, are such books not her own writings?

The things she dislikes are not too much to handle, other than an intense hatred of always being awake. As one who wants to do nothing at all — until she returns 'home' — the 'Holy Grail War' is a pesky side affair she cannot be involved in. Only by a set of 'Command Seals' will she listen to her Master's orders, though if she finds herself curious about them, there is a chance that she will care enough to let them live.

Unlike most others within the War, she does not have a wish to be granted at all. Since she regards the 'Holy Grail' as a figment of her imagination, the power it holds is, therefore 'unreal' as if she sees it as something that does not exist except within her mind. As she is part of a dream, she states that she could leave any time, even if she never does so. If she did, in fact, see the 'Holy Grail' as an actual object, then she would have one wish.

An honest wish, easily fulfilled by the Grail's standards. 'I just want to be left alone to sleep. Can I go home now?' is what she desires above all else.

Keywords:

The Blind God of the Stars

The universe is an illusion.

That is a theory which has been debated by certain scholars in the modern era — as one that could be the horrific truth. An ideology that considers the existence of a 'higher power' that simulates the stars with an almighty machine for its own amusement or for an experiment beyond our understanding. Certainly, there also exist other ideologies within this belief, one that includes the theory that all life is naught but a dream of someone's creation. A sobering thought then, that the endless set of worlds that spin onwards, occur fleetingly within the mind of some strange entity who will one day wake up and…

No...it is pointless to think about such a thing if it is fact. An obvious outcome will occur. A terrible, thoughtless event beyond even the control of the gods. One that renders all that we have achieved into nothingness and darkness.

But...such an entity may exist.

The 'Blind God of the Stars' — a monster among monsters, an ineffable existence that is the dormant, sleeping 'god',' one that perhaps, is unknowingly worshipped by the Church, and concurrently, most of mankind —the one whom unconsciously thrashes outwards, annihilating an undying cycle of worlds in a single blink of an eye — correctly identified by a certain 'dreamer' in his fictional mythos, as the creator and destroyer of a trillion, trillion 'time-spaces.'

That may be the entity that Fujiwara no Fuhito saw within her nightmares, and then rejected as her own creation, a paradoxical happening that granted her the sight to gaze upon all that the 'Blind God of the Stars' had birthed. An incompatibility between two unreachable minds — manifested purely by a divine error from the 'god.'

However, what Fujiwara no Fuhito figured out, may well be the truth too. The idea that even something on the level of the 'Blind God of the Stars,' was spawned from someone else's imagination, is a possible answer. What then, would dream up such a horror within their mind? If what Fujiwara no Fuhito believed is true, then the existence of the 'Blind God of the Stars' is the creation of yet another little girl — wishing for a thousand worlds to play with, who can but wish them into her imagination…

Can such a person like that exist?

Class Skills:

Existence Outside the Domain: EX

A skill that represents those who have been touched upon by something from beyond the boundaries of human understanding —a horror from beyond the stars. Though human in origin and ultimately human in nature, it is difficult for things of 'humanity' to reach or hamper them, with their movements and logic always being half a step out of sync with the 'world'. A unique skill, belonging to those of the Foreigner-Class.

As one who was touched through her dream-filled sleep, by a creature referred to as the 'Blind God of the Stars' — an entity further removed than even the terrible old ones from beyond human existence can comprehend in their entirely — she has come to believe that all she sees, from such a deep sleep as hers, are nothing but a wistful dream of her own creation, separate from her own world, where she does not accept the paranormal as a definite truth. A logicless leap in logic, for one who has been presented all the definitive evidence that one could ever want — a genuinely preposterous way of thinking, fit for one touched by a divine terror beyond imagination and reasoning.

Thereby, she has gained the greatest rank in this skill, an utterly absurd and contradictory event, that grants her the absolute resistance against those appearing from the legends of heroes. Consequently, it is actually the ability to cut all damage received by any Servant, Noble Phantasm, by half. Additionally, when fighting against such opponents, all damage dealt by her will be doubled in strength — an Anti-Mystery blessing, from the one who rejects the mystical as that of a fleeting, worthless dream.

Divinity: E-

A skill which marks 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 the level declines when their own rank as a 'Monster' or 'Demonic Beast' raises, as well as decreasing due to one's dislike for the gods. It has an effect which reduces special defensive values called 'Purge Defense' in proportion to the 'Divinity's' rank, also, it can break through skills such as 'Protection of the Faith' and 'Enlightenment of the Sacred Fig.'

Despite being called a descendant of 'Ame-no-Uzume' and having felt the gaze of a divine horror from beyond the stars themselves, at her back — being granted the blessing to see through the world's defining 'truth' — she has rejected her own divine nature as that of a false existence, as one who does not believe in the existence of any gods — including the ones she described within the 'Records of Ancient Manners.' Even if she is shown any unadulterated and essential evidence of the supernatural, she will continue to deny 'reality', claiming that she is 'certainly, without any doubts' currently in a vivid dream of her own making.

As such, as one who decrees her own godly 'truth' as a fake actuality, this skill is effectively lost, gaining only a small ranking due to the requirements of the Foreigner-Class Servant parameters, giving her a slight defensive boost against divinely powered attacks.

Personal Skills:

Librarian of Stored Knowledge: A+

A skill granted towards those that were able to clearly and accurately recall events that took place within their legends. Correspondingly, it is the ability to make possible a clear recall of knowledge from memory –– even if the information perceived in the past was not consciously acknowledged at the time.

In her legend as the secondary author behind the 'Records of Ancient Matters' it was told that she was once able to memorize certain texts at the behest of the emperor himself, a task she completed with great success, as she was able to recall all that she had read, even that which she only saw 'once.' Similarly, thanks to the divine connection of a certain 'god', it was an simple matter for one such as her to recount the happenings of an infinite number of parallel worlds without accruing mental strain, an act that allowed her to pen down the events she saw in her dreams with a frightening accuracy –– no matter how complicated it was.

By performing a 'Luck' check, she is able to clearly recall any memory or event that she was present for, at any time. If this check is passed successfully, it is 'no problem at all' for her to remember things with a one-hundred percent pinpoint accuracy, even for anything that she was not paying attention to, at that moment ––a state equal to that of a 'prediction machine' –– which can see her opponent's attacks and visualize their outcome. Even events she has dreamed within a myriad of possibilities through 'Clairvoyance' can be recounted easily by her.

In addition to this, she is resistant to any and all abilities that affect the memory.

Essentially, she is similar to the concept of a 'mass storage device,' which –– no matter what –– will never run out of space to keep such a vast array of endless information amongst itself.

Clairvoyance: EX

A skill which grants a superior visual perception that supplements long-range aiming and increases dynamic vision. Furthermore, at higher ranks it is possible to acquire precognition and other forms of perception that are beyond normal eyesight.

An unfathomable ability sublimated from peering through her dreams towards an unimaginable terror from beyond the stars –– and remaining sane. Since she gazed upon the 'one' that created 'all' within itself, she was capable of peering into the existence of a trillion, trillion differing worlds –– allowing her to see that 'which could have happened' in another world, and write it down upon awakening.

By definition, an absolute authority from a divine horror that grants access to all possibilities decreed to the one who has become equal to the 'omniscient, omnipotent star' possessed by the hero, Gilgamesh. With this ability, she can discern between an endless number of parallel worlds and possibilities. It does not matter what existence it is –– from adjacent worlds, through to pruned worlds –– she is able to peer into their past, present, and future, to visualize their truths in her waking eye, including even correctly predicting the demise of 'human history.'

Then, to fight against the 'one' who sees the 'all' is a futile effort indeed.

Noble Phantasms:

Divine Compilation of God's True History

Records of Ancient Matters​

Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-World
Range: 1-99
Maximum Number of Targets: 900

The oldest surviving text of all Japanese history, taking the form of a single scroll, referred to as the 'Kojiki' or the 'Records of Ancient Matters' created by Hieda no Are — who had been set forth by the empress, Genmei, to create a compilation of all the country's history — with the help of Ō no Yasumaro, a noteworthy bureaucrat from the same era.

A three volume piece of work detailing the most honored and valued stories of Japan's creation — from its birth at the hands of Izanagi no Mikoto, the tale of the White Hare of Inaba, to its eventual peace under the majesty of Emperor Jimmu's rule — that has been crystallised as a Noble Phantasm under the one who penned its person, that Hieda no Are, who traveled across all of Japan — and through her dreams, seeing a myriad of alien worlds with a thousand tales to tell — utilised all of her genius talents and wrote, perhaps, the most worthwhile, most wondrous piece of literature of her era, that is still celebrated and used today as a shining example of what so few people could achieve in places like that of the Heian period.

As a Noble Phantasm, when it is utilized, it formats a similar action to that of the Noble Phantasm possessed by the heroine, Scherazade, in which it becomes capable of summoning — and giving form — to that which was written in plain ink, amongst its pages. A self-sustaining 'Mystic Code' reminiscent of that which belonged to Prelati, which possesses its own 'Magical Energy Reactor' to pull forth copied entities, weapons and locations, from the inferred legends of Japan, for her usage.

A powerful Noble Phantasm that contextualises and reimagines that which she saw, in her slumber and beyond, into 'reality.' Or, rather, that is the power the scroll should most certainly possess…

Thanks to the amount of corruption caused from attributes possessed by the 'Blind God of the Stars,' it no longer holds such a power as its original mobilizing of the Japanese legends. Because of that damage, brought about by the repulsive abhorrence which slumbers in the 'Forests of Time,' as well as the potential that Foreigner possesses from her sleeping state, it has become twisted. A vile 'Anti-World' Noble Phantasm that can now, only invite inside the same horrors as those perceived by Prelati herself — creatures from a different dimension and an alien set of laws.

Yet…

Unlike the spellbook possessed by Prelati, these existences do not require an unnecessary thing like a 'sacrifice' meaning they can appear in the world without warning — at the will of the caster, following her immediate orders. Sharing the magical capacity of the Noble Phantasm itself, these 'beings' can regenerate and revive at will, so long as a link between themselves and the scroll remains intact — an ability that stops them from being ejected from the common sense of man in a singular second.

Alternatively, if she truly desires it so, — with an enormous amount of preparation — the ability to bring about a slither of the 'Blind God of the Stars' is something that can be achieved by her own self. An act that forces past the gates that reach towards the 'Forests of Time' and then grasps the essence of that 'god,' pushing it into the current history of man — as a corrupting, poisonous abomination, that murders anything without hesitation — even if it can remain for just the briefest moment in time.

Through the essence of that divine 'god,' those that die to its 'hands' — regardless of their 'Origin' as Servant, Beast or mankind — will find their souls cannot return to their place of origin, being entrapped in the clutches of the 'Blind God of the Stars,' until its summoner is defeated. In the case of Servants, it creates a 'hostage situation' that renders the wish-granting aspects of the 'Holy Grail' rather useless, as long as the original user remains alive and undefeated.

The most horrific and torturous of all Noble Phantasms, that melts down the corrupting and uncaring presence of a certain soul, into something that can be perceived in the eyes of man, at least just a little.

Post that could give the Servant's canon counterpart a stroke.

[Random]

baseless and eepy-pilled

[Anju Addams]

A pretty well done Servant Anju!

Thanks, it's old and I don't really like it anymore but at least someone likes it regardless.

Post that could give the Servant's canon counterpart a stroke.

I'm sorry....

[PA270]

Foreigner of Books: Really solid sheet! Definitely a neat interpretation of the character, and well-written to boot! Awesome work!

[Comun]

I'm sorry....

No that's a good thing. The coping and seething is what makes canon Caster the funniest motherfucker.

[Anju Addams]

No that's a good thing. The coping and seething is what makes canon Caster the funniest motherfucker.

Oh! I see. Yeah, I can see him doing that.
Anyway, on that note, I'm almost done adding in all the old (historical not crossover) servants I have on SB now. I have one left to add on over the next few days or something. Maybe I'll start dumping my crossover ones in the other thread too.

[Saron]

A week had passed, and the young king had felt himself being run ragged to his bones only a day into the war.

The ache of no sleep, of no dreams swirling in his veins and throbbing behind his eyes. Through the horde, he only saw bodies, empty numbers that threatened to drown everything.

Drown his home, drown his people, drown his father's grave.

He had a choice, but that would drown him too.

Drown him in rage, drown him in blood, drown him in madness.

As he saw the leader of the horde, their sword high, their screams shared by the horde, he drew it from it's sheathe.

He would not drown here,

No...


at least-


He wouldn't drown alone.


═╬Pure King of Reidgotaland╬═

"Hmph, the one who entertains himself to be my Master. For this insult, you are now my thrall."

Serve me well, perhaps you'll prove more than an unfortunate tether."

"Know that I am a demanding king, and expect loyalty above all else."

"If doing as I say grates on you too much magus, remedy it for both of us by throwing yourself on my sword."


Class(es): Saber/Avenger
True Name: Angantyr Heidreksson; The Herald of Legend's End

Stats
Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: D++
Mana: B+
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: EX

Likes: Sleeping, being praised
Dislikes: Being talked over, idiots
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attribute: Earth
Talents: Throwing others into disarray
Natural Enemy: Tyrfing

Class Skills
Magic Resistance: B+
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by greater magecraft and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected, and gains additional defense against Runecraft. Through the sudden resurgence of his family's divine ancestry, Saber's ability to resist magic is very high despite being from the early Age of Man.

Riding: A
The ability to ride mounts and vehicles. At this rank, all vehicles and all creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.
This rank is high enough to have an aptitude for the Rider Class, but as Saber lacks a proper mount Noble Phantasm, he is ineligible.

Personal Skills
Body of Purity: D
A variant of Natural Body, where instead of the body being perfect inherently, its form originates from the purity of the soul. The more "pure" and unfiltered by life's sufferings the soul is, the more resistant one becomes to magecraft and especially curses on top of the body not being negatively impacted by aging.

Being born a pure child late in the Age of the Gods, Saber may have once been capable of resisting more potent attacks on his constitution and resisting far stronger curses, but as he aged his purity diminished reduced this skill's effect drastically, his cursed sword imprinting its curse on his soul in a way his "less pure" ancestors couldn't be affected.

Divinity: B+
A skill given to Servants who possess divine blood, indicating how close one is to being a divine spirit. While his bloodline is far detatched from his ancestor Odin, the sudden revitalization of his ancestry from his birth has bestowed Saber a high rank.

Charisma of the Survivor: B+
A variant of Charisma, one born from words and actions in the face of an overwhelmingly superior enemy. The more dire the situation facing Saber becomes, the more effective he becomes as a leader. One can consider this skill to be an extreme of the concept of "working better under pressure."

Primordial Rune: -
The possession of and knowledge about Runes that came from an older era. Those with possession and knowledge of Primordial Runes can also make use of Rune Magic.
A revitalization of his divine blood allowed him to access the runes his ancestor Odin had carved into his family's Magic Crest generations prior.

Noble Phantasm

"You know it's name, don't you Master?"

"You summoned me just for it."

"In any other place, you'd want my father. He was wiser, he was crueler."

"He was better, and he saw more in me than my grandfather ever did."

"More than even Odin did."

"But you have me, the son who was never meant to live, in his stead."

"If you have me, be prepared to never be without me."

"For my death will be carved into your soul."

Tyrfing Odin
Sword of the Father/Slayer of the Sister

Anti-Unit
EX
Range: 1
Max Targets: 1

A refined and perfected version of Tyrfing, created by manipulating its state of existence through the use of Odin's own runecraft, turning a destructive conceptual weapon into it's purest, most raw state.

Tyrfing is not a sword like Excalibur or Gram, a divine weapon built for a specific purpose, nor a sword like Caliburn or Balmung, a manmade weapon imitating the powers of the divine.

The dwarves Dvalin and Durin forged Tyrfing in the same way their brothers had forged

Gleipnir

Binding Chain of Impossibility

as a series of concepts taken from the World and bound within the confines of a golden hilt to manifest the three boons.

Curse 1
Death In Battle
Curse 2
Piercing of Armor
Curse 3
Unbreakable Survival

But the dwarves of course, resented the forced labor of crafting it from the demands of the impudent king Svafrlami, and heavily restrained its power, and in a grave mistake, forged a rudimentary consciousness into it.

Many of Saber's ancestors, including his own father, would become consumed by madness when the sword was drawn

This consciousness was told to weaken or strengthen the concepts severely should it bring disaster to the bloodline of Svarflami, three times for the three slights he made against them.

Saber can use the sword as normal for his family, a powerful weapon in its own right that makes him aware of his enemies weak points, empowering his blows, but he is able to "control" Tyrfing so long as he is near it, able to seal one aspect of its curse at a time, which means he can sheathe it without killing a person.

But through Saber's unique existence and access to the runes implanted in his family's crest, Saber can temporarily overcome the sword's consciousness and dominate it to his will. When he overcomes the curses of Tyrfing, Saber gains two ranks to every stat excluding Mana, which becomes E rank. But it starts a countdown, where the consciousness will begin to erode at his Spiritual Core, his body becoming more and more consumed by Tyrfing and damaging him every turn.

If he is able to satisfy its need for blood, Tyrfing will halt its consumption of Saber's body, but won't regress. The more Saber needs to rely on Tyrfing's full power the more and more inhuman his body will become, and fragile his existence will be until Tyrfing consumes him, killing him from the spiritual strain

Fortunately for the world, Tyrfing can't take over Saber's body in full, the strain put on Saber's very existence means that unless something was capable of giving Saber a near infinite well of mana and enough corrupted magic to empower Tyrfing to completely replace Saber's soul in the Servant container, he will die before the Blade of Restrained Sunlight is given a body to lord over.

"Am I afraid of it? Master your stupidity is clearly in a league reserved solely for you."

"I have mastered Tyrfing, in a way no being ever can, or ever will."

"If it was even given a body, what would it do? Wander around killing everything in its path mindlessly?"

"I will never reach that point, Tyrfing cannot control me, for I was born to be it's master."

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Lore

Saber is Angantyr Heidreksson, the last wielder of Tyrfing in the Saga of Hervor and Heithrek, and the purported ancestor of multiple royal dynasties of Viking kings, including being the direct ancestor of Ragnar Lodbrok. Born the son of Heidrek Hofundsson, Saber's early life was simultaneously of great joy, but greater sorrow.

His mother and father were both distant descendants of Odin, separated by centuries, but the reintroduction of his divine blood revitalized his family's dormant Magic Crest, implanted in his distant ancestor by the Allfather's very hand. This also had the unitended side effect of Saber possessing a Pure Body, who's magical potential rivaled the great witches and wizards of millenia past. His father Heidrek was leader of his maternal grandfather's Harold's army, his mother Helga tutored him on the runecraft she had practiced since she was a child, and he had a best friend in his uncle of the same age, Halfdan.

But a plague spread through his lands, a corrupting wind that stripped the fields bare, rotted the blood in the veins of game animals, and claimed the life of Saber's very mother. The priestess prayed, seeking insight into the whims of the Norns, to come to the conclusion that a sacrifice must be made, of the purest soul of royal blood.

Saber's father argued with his father-in-law over who's son, the young Saber or the younger Halfdan, was the more noble of the two to be sacrificed. But there was a king who's words were held with respect, by every man in Gothic controlled Europe. Saber's other grandfather, Hofund. Despite the twos incredibly strained relationship due to Heidrek's history of ignoring and deliberately defying his father's wishes, the young father saw no other choice.

Heidrek went to his father, and sought his council, but like Harold before him, he said that the young Saber was the purest child. But Hofund looked at his son, and gave him a crpytic piece of advice, that should the young Halfdan be sacrificed instead by the decree of a king, the gods would have no choice but to accept it.

Saber was sent away to live with Heidrek's boyhood teacher, the wizened old warrior Gizur, as Heidrek took his father's advice for the first time in his life.

Harold's castle was overrun while he was hosting a Hunnish diplomatic meeting with the princess Sifka, Harold's body cut down, and Halfdan sacrificed upon the altar to Odin, the same altar that Heidrek then used to "claim" his war prize by assaulting the Hunnish princess, taunting Odin all the while.

A raven flew by Gizur's home, and Saber knew what his father had done through a series of flashing runes, the once entirely pure boy's soul now tainted.

Saber spent much of his childhood with his father at arm's length, only leaving Gizur's home to spend time with his sister Hervor, mothered by a Finnish princess also known as Sifka. He loved his sister, his stepmother, and somehow he still loved his father.

He couldn’t explain why he felt affection for a man so many hated, a cold blooded killer who's great wisdom was only used to further his cruelty. But he had done those sins, soaked himself in blood, all to save Saber's life, but what he did to Sifka-

He wanted to hate him so much, but he was just a boy who was infatuated with the charm and ease his father was capable of, a receiver of so much kindess and tenderness he didn't show to anyone else.

Then his father was slain after taunting Odin himself in disguise, betrayed by his fearful bondsmen, his body stripped nude, and Tyrfing stolen from his corpse.

Saber grew furiousl, and scoured the countryside to find his father's killers and reclaim his sword.

When he found them on a riverbed, he planned on staying until night came, but then one of the men caught a fish, and a pulled out the still sheathed Tyrfing to cut off it's head. Saber knew the second this murdere drew the sword he'd either kill himself, or attack the others, denying him his revenge.

His left hand outstretched, his circuits burned like fire, the cursed sword's brightness dimmed as Saber used all he knew about magecraft to restrain the cursed sword's effects, even as his fingertips blackened like coal, and he fell to unconsciousness from the pain worming into his mind like vipers

Saber awoke after the night fell, his mind throbbing, his lungs heaving, he heard it.

It called to him, his legs moving beyond his control.

He stumbled in the tent, his lithe body not making a sound as it pulled him closer and closer, the blade's glow only barely hidden by it’s sheathe, and as his hands grasped it, he felt a completeness that had been lost since his father’s crimes.

He killed them in a blinding red rage so potent they didn't even have time to see his rage coming.

Standing alone amongst the steaming dead, Saber's racing mind was finally silenced, Tyrfing now burning his hand black.

~

Saber returned to a people in need of a king, and he was ready to lead now that his demons had been driven away.

With Gizur's advice, his sister Hervor's destructive power with a bow, and the love of his people, Saber felt like he had come into his own, a pure defiance of his fate to be a sacrifice.

But then his brother, the warrior prince of the Huns named Hlod rode up to his hall of Arheimar, there to claim the birthright he had been denied as the eldest son of King Heidrek of half of his land and wealth, and to own the sword Tyrfing. Saber denied to offer that much, but still offered much to his sibling in money, horses, and pieces of land that the Goths had claimed long ago that the Huns wanted back.

Gizur, the old man who had become just as much a father to Saber as he had to Heidrek, lauded the king's generosity.

King Angantyr is generous,
And royal his offering!
For thy mother was merely a bondmaid
Though thou hadst for thy father a King.
And though thou art only an outcast,
Yet a seat of honour was thine,
When the Prince was dividing his treasure and land,
And his portion to each did assign.

Hlod's hide prickled at the insinuation, that if he were to accept his brother's offerings, it would be admitting he was just that, an outcasted son of a "slave" and not the child born of an atrocity. The prince spat at his brother's feet, and promised he would return with a horde so large it would be uncountable, taking every inch of their father's land, and skewer Saber's heart with his own sword.

Saber watched as his brother and his warband left in a cloud of dust, his blackened fist clenched, his nails biting his palm and blood leaked through the cracks of his fingers, royal blood staining the fields not the first time, nor the last time.

~

Gizur was eager when people reported about seeing a gold helmeted horde on the outskirts, but Saber had no time to chide his warlust when his sister's foster-father Ormar came to the castle in a huff, reporting that Hlod had killed their sister Hervor at the fortress north of Myrkvith, and Ormar had narrowly escaped with his life.

Saber felt a rage, a fury not pointed at his brother, but at the coward before him who let his younger sister die and then ran away, tail tucked.
He focused his mind, ordering Gizur to invite the Huns to battle proper in a field where the Goths had won many battles in the past.

Gizur was eager, striding to the Huns in full armor and lips flapping with taunting and mockery, but he was spared as he was just a messenger of the upcoming war.

When the Huns finally met the severely smaller Gothic defenders, Guzir nor Ormar were counted in their ranks as the battle began in earnest. While the Huns had ferocity and sheer numbers on their side, the Goths fought with a desire to survive and protect their homeland and live to see this battle end. For eight days the battle raged without pause or rest for either of the leaders involved as they spent each moment coordinating and pushing assaults into the other sides lines.

On the eighth day, Saber was exhausted, his mind dulled from the lack of rest and barely able to even stand on his own. He knew the second he let himself sleep his brother would be able to immediately strategize past whoever led in his place. So the second he saw his brother's face through the crowd, a hundred Huns and horses standing between them, Saber began walking.

His hand gripped Tyrfing as his hand's corruption ripped through his arm as he poured all of his dwindling energy to free it's limitations, his skin blackening to the color of charcoal as Tyrfing was unleashed for the last time.

He charged.

He swung.

A man and his horse were cut into pieces.

He swung again.

Three Huns who had only now saw the rival king were bifurcated at the waist.

He swung again.

A man in retreat's head was taken from his body.

He saw Hlod, ordering for a retreat, whipping his head back to and fro, before their eyes locked.

Hlod's sword was instantly shattered to pieces, and Hlod could only dodge so much as the same exhaustion Saber had freed himself from made him sluggish.

Hlod's grandfather, the arrogant King Humli, was cut down for being a distraction, his attempt to intervene pointless.

Saber offered his kin one dignity, impaling him in the chest so he would be buried whole.

As Saber wrenched his sword free in a geyser of blood, the Goths charged past him, cutting down Hun and horse with impunity, as the king stared down at his dying kin.

He looked to the sky, the clouds parting as the pale morning sun of the ninth day shone ahead.

He cursed the gods, their scheming ways, for forcing him to live as he had. To be cursed as a sacrifice but living past his time, and to now bear the sins of his father forever more.

The boy to be sacrificed to Odin now cursed his name, as Hlod spat out curses choked by blood before his breathing stilled.

As the Goths continued their hunt for the invaders, drowning the land in the dead, Saber took his brother in his arms.

He carried him to Arheimar, knowing his brother would want to be buried at the hall he rightfully owned half of. Saber was not a laborer, so his grave was sloppy, messy. But it was the one he made, to honor, and perhaps be forgiven, by someone he never wanted to kill.

After the war, Saber rose to great reverance after his grandfather Hofund named him his successor. He took his father's title, and Angantyr the Wise ruled for many years, his descendants becoming heroes of legend in their own right, and the founders of some of the first dynasties of early Nothern Europe that would rule for centuries.

Personality
Saber is a stern, cold, and brutally honest person who's a suprisingly astute judge of character. Due to a lifetime of people taking actions on his behalf or speaking for him, he detests people talking over him or speaking about him in a way he doesn't approve. He also strongly dislikes the Norse gods, especially Odin, and keeps those who worship him or are descended from him at a distance.

To his Master, despite his talk about thralls and death, one can draw a very easy relation to him being effecitvely a somewhat standoffish cat. Ask him before doing anything with him, give him food and things he enjoys, along with a good napping spot, and he is putty in your hands. Not that you should ever point this out, because this cat has fangs capable of far worse destruction than a cut.

He somewhat hides this aspect heavily, but he is fond of children. While in his present state he only very distantly can even remember his own kids, he remembers his best friend Halfdan and the childhood that was taken from him very early, and he remembers his little sister Hervor who quickly shot past him, always taunting how she would always protect her "little-big-brother."

He settles quite well into an older brother role, a silent and unassuming way for him to mourn.
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Relationships

Nursery Rhyme
"No child, my tale is not a happy one. There was far more tragedy in my life than there was joy. Hm, I suppose that braiding my hair is fine, so long as I can sleep whilst you do it."

Brynhildr/Valkyries
"If you are Odin's daughters, I suppose that would make us family in some sense, although you should avoid my path. Our mutal ancestor is not a friend of me and mine."

Asterios
The two don't really speak in much way, however Saber has hired, or perhaps bribed is the correct word, the minotaur several times for using his mane as a bed

Hlod, Prince of the Horde
"..."

"I'm sorry."

~=◉=~
Whatever Happened to the Sword of Sunlight?

"Tyrfing, what a cruel weapon."

"A sword that can cut any armor, must always kill, and drives its wielder mad."

"And, can never break, or detiorate."

"Hm? Yes, I said that last part correctly."

"Tyrfing never needed to be cleaned, sharpened, or even reenchanted."

"Tyrfing is incapable of eroding, being claimed by the sands of time crashing against the world."

"I suppose your world is fortunate then, that my children saw fit to hide it so well."

"Because I am not a saint, and it's wielders ranged from berserks, to selfish megalomaniacs, to kinslaying kings."

"But if one even worse than us wielded it in this era of little mystery, I don't think anything can stop the sword of bloodshed."

"But onto more important things, such as tonight's meal."
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A/N: Oh my god it's done.

[Vididii]

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, HERE HE IS!!!!. GOD, he is such an angry, tired little shit, I absolutely adore this fucker. Super glad you clarified his form as a Saber in the sheet as that's like, a minor little nitpick I've had with some of yours in the past, but that's an issue no more. LOVE this fucker, go white boy go.



...Uhh just not towards me with the sword. Please don't come back and kill me ahahaaaa....

[TrueMrMultiverse]

He looks greaat! He's so angry yet also likeable in a way.

[jishara]

(All likely possible appearances)

"Oh! Greetings to my newest client, I suppose. I am the shining star of medicine!"

Class: Voyager
Other Classes: N/A
True Name: Bian Que
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Place of Origin: China (4th Century BC)
Stars: 5/5

Parameters:

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

Height: 165cm
Weight: 140lbs
Likes: Lively strolls, reinventing oneself, medicine
Dislikes: Being stuck at a lower class
Talent: Medicine
Natural Enemy: The Lord Of Cai, Qin ShiHuang
Attribute: Man
Traits: Humanoid, Unknown Gender, Weak to Enuma Elish
Armament: Acupuncture needles
Catalyst: their anecdote in the Liezi

Class Skills:

Independent Voyage C: The capacity to regain mana through constant travels. Voyager reinvented their own occupation upon every travel. The original was the greatest, shifting from a mere attendant to a renowned doctor, but each time he reinvented their specialty: for the heart, for the qi, for children, for women, for soldiers, for scholars...

"I'm the shining star! Be grateful you watch my glory, even from afar!"

Magic Resistance B: The capacity to resist magic. A doctor steeped in magic from the moment he received their Eyes, he naturally obtains a high rank in ttheir.

"Did you really think... mere magic would stop me? I'm the greatest practitioner to ever live!"

Personal Skills:

Pure Eyes of Diagnosis B: Voyager received a mysterious piece of medicine from an elderly regular at the hotel, which granted them these Pure Eyes. The capacity to see through people, understanding their weak points and being able to easily diagnose their diseases. An improvement over Human Anatomy Understanding.

"I can see right through you. All of you! Just mere, weak, mortals."

Chinese Medicine A+: Voyager's masterful-level practice in chinese medicine, fields as varied as herbs, acupuncture, massage, and Tai Chi. Includes the capability to easily find and improve herbs to produce an ideal medicine, to handle acupuncture needles with extreme precision, to improve ally Strength and Agility through massage, and Chinese Martial Arts at rank B.

"I shall shine. For eternity."

Sleeping Gas B: Voyager's creation of a substance akin to anaesthesia, used fairly frequently by them in their cures. Under each time he changed their face, the medicine's told use shifted, but the true use remained the same. The capacity to exhale a type of powerful anaesthetic and sleeping gas from their lungs constantly. Voyager wears a mask to prevent their "adoring fans and envious rivals" from fainting before they see the glory he's built,

"Sleep, now, all of you. You've seen my glory."

Noble Phantasm(s):

Qi-Zhi Translocation
The Heart Is One's Core

Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: B
Range: 10 meters
Max Targets: 2

Voyager's ultimate medicinal tactic. the capacity to switch the hearts of others. In other words, to seal spiritual cores in alternate bodies. An incredibly powerful weapon to disorient their targets, Voyager's greatest use of this ability is to switch their own spiritual core into alternate bodies, reinventing themselves once again as they did all those years ago, taking their own skills with them and sealing their targets in a body devoid of the potential Voyager brought with them.

Lore: Bian Que was a famous doctor during the Warring States era. They started off as a mere attendant, until they received a gift from an old man, a medicine which granted them his Pure Eyes. They left and disappeared, reinventing themselves as a doctor, a different specialty each time they moved, changing their appearance completely and letting go of their original identity completely to morph into whatever they decide would be most interesting, and then moving on whenever they feel.

Personality: An extremely flashy and commanding person. They love to make everything they do very visual, dramatic visual flourishes adding to every action that they perform to add to the sheer power of their presence. They are also a bit of a flirt to all of the people around them. Their wish for the holy grail is to be revered around the world, under whichever identity they choose at that point.

Relationships:

Florence Nightingale: "Merely a raving beast. Medicine must be done carefully, elegantly, with a touch of flash."

Zhang Xu: "What an interesting body."

WOW! Signal: "Another who reinvents themselves. And I must say, your style is impeccable."

[Skull]

I know, probably not the much interesting thing coming from me, but I noticed there only seems to exist a single copy of this Servant prior to this sheet and it was a genderbend at that, so I figured why not give a more standard look at the guy before he inevitably shows up in Fate...

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Rider

“Now matter how powerful these Grails are, they won’t make you feel like you belong or tell you how to make your girl happy. That’s why I want to make this battle the pride of my heart, putting my life on the line for duty and honour. Only then by delivering victory to you, will I be worthy to ask for a wish… ”

Armoured Up

True Name: Palamedes
Epithet: “The Saracen Knight”
Region: Britain (Arthurian Cycle)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Likes: Going Rambling, Trivia
Dislikes: True Love, Zealotry
Talents: Jousting, Tracking
Natural Enemy: Sir Tristan

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

Character

Rider takes the form of Sir Palamedes, one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, holding the 9th Seat and was one of the few warriors to survive the downfall of Camelot.

Full of energy and passion, Palamedes is a marked contrast to the sombre and melancholic Sir Tristan, his eternal rival of whom they were always at sixes and sevens when it came to winning the hand of Princess Isolde in marriage. Their matches always ended without a clear winner for one reason or another, although Palamedes suspected that for all their hatred of each other, Tristan could never bring himself to deliver a decisive blow that would kill Palamedes. Even amongst the other Round Table Knights, Palamedes was considered to be an oddball for his erratic personality whereby he would pour all of his intense zeal into a new passion only to drop it and forget all about it days later. His latest fad in the modern era is to absorb every aspect of French culture due to the fact that after the fall of Camelot, Lancelot made him the Duke of Provence which is now in modern France which he wants to feel connected to. This oddity combined with his general unflappable nature that takes everything in stride unfortunately gave him the air of a careless and irresponsible person, but do not be deceived as King Esclabor spared no expense in Palamedes’ education and so the man is full of surprising trivia, both useful and useless. This is best demonstrated when Palamedes is enjoying some downtime relaxing in nature and will use his skills learned from hunting to follow a beast’s tracks and show his Master the wonders of the animal world. As the son of a Saracen, Palamedes spent a lot of his life feeling like an outsider to Christian Britain (in spite being born there) and even when he was eventually baptised by the young Galahad, he’s still the most easygoing and open-minded Knight when it comes to other religions. That’s not to suggest his faith is any less genuine though, for although he was not worthy enough to become one of the three Grail Knights, he was able to find his way to the mystical castle Corbenic and witness the completion of the Grail Quest and bask in the Grail’s magnificence.

In a Holy Grail War, Palamedes is in his element as a mysterious knight who battles with sword and shield in tandem to heroic protect his Master. No one to tell him he’s one of the weaker Knights of the Round Table, no one to remind him of his duties as a Christian. As in life, his strategy against enemy Servants is a simple one - take it slow with defensive manoeuvres by employing his shield whilst carefully observing the opponent and wait for an opening to strike for critical damage. No secret holy weapon nor flashy technique, just simple trained skill and experience that often lets him overcome enemies that should have theoretically been stronger than him. Despite his irresponsible nature and eccentric personality, Palamedes is still a hero at heart and will always choose to place his conscious over his duty to his Master and can only be compelled to do something immoral by the use of Command Seals and even then, doing so would threaten to break the relationship he has to his Master.

His Wish upon the Holy Grail? Naturally he would use the Grail to prevent the premature deaths of his brother Sir Segwarides and his father King Esclabor during the collapse of Camelot. However, having seen the real deal, Palamedes would immediately recognise that something is off with the corrupted Grail and would not make a wish upon it.

Max Bond Line
“This is probably something I should be telling my girlfriend, but this bond shows just how close we’ve become, don’t you think? Thanks to you the past no longer looms over me like a grave shadow and I’m beginning to see the path forward again. Now I want it more than ever, I want to feel the sensation of victory once again!”

Skills

Class Skills

Magic Resistance - (C)
The protection granted against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. As a Knight from the age of swords and sorcery, Palamedes has a decent immunity to magical effects even if he does not use them himself. He will naturally cancel out spells with a chant below two verses, but it will not work on anything on the level of greater Magecraft or Great Rituals.

Riding - (A)
A Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. Rider-class Servants will typically possess a high rank. It is said that dragon type mounts are an exception, requiring a different ability other than Riding. As a Knight, Palamedes has a bevy of experience when it comes to riding mounts, in particular horses. He can handle most vehicles and animals with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period he was alive in, for they are no exception. However, he cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species or Divine Spirits.

Personal Skills

Beast Slayer - (A)
The tactical knowledge that is derived from having abundant combat experience against a variety of bestial enemies. As a Knight of the Round Table, Palamedes naturally came across many strange creatures - but none so fearsome as Glatisant the Questing Beast. The demonic creature had slain nine of Palamedes’ older brothers and so the young knight was determined that when it was his turn to face Glatisant, he would be ready and so he took it upon himself to study all the beasts in creation to know how to best dispatch Glatisant. Now as a result, when fighting against enemies with the "Beast" trait, Palamedes’ strikes will gain a multiplier Plus Modifier before damage calculation regardless of whether the enemies are natural animals, familiars or even Servants.

Knight’s Tactics - (B)
A battle methodology in which one grasps the flow of battle and induces the opponent to make a mistake, even without being a match for him/her in strength. Palamedes was iconic in Camelot for always going into battle with his trusty black shield and employing a slower and more defensive strategy as he used his powers of observation to wait for an opening and wager on a momentary chance of victory. Using these tactics Palamedes was able to unhorse considerably stronger opponents such as Sirs Kay, Gaheris and even Gawain in their annual jousting tournaments. During a battle against an enemy Servant, Palamedes uses precise strikes aimed at wearing down the opponent in order to increase the chances of a Check Failure which would tip the balance of battle and allow him to land a decisive blow.

Spring of Healing - (C)
The power to turn water that passes through the user’s hands into the mystical Aqua Vitae spoken of in legend. The wicked knight Atamas ruled over an enchanted Spring in the Forest of Serpents that would restore the health of anyone who drank from it and using it was able to overcome several Round Table Knights until Palamedes defeated him and became the new master of the Spring. The Spring was created by the power of Nascien, a disciple of Joseph of Arimathea and having recently converted to Christianity at the time, the holy power transferred to Palamedes. Now by using the Spring’s blessing, Palamedes is able to enchant any clean water that he comes into contact with so that it gains a moderate restorative effect to those that drink it and potentially remove any debuffs.

Noble Phantasm

Glatisant
Demonic Chimera Born From The Howls Of The Wind

[Type: Anti-Fortress], [Rank: C], [Maximum Range: 2-50], [Maximum Number of Targets: 100]

Often seen sitting on Palamedes’ shoulder is a small snow-white vixen-like creature known as Zaraffa. Although docile and friendly now, it was once the dreaded “Questing Beast” Glatisant that slaughtered every knight it came across, including nine of Palamedes’ brothers. According to Merlin via clairvoyance, the ancient King Hipomenes had a daughter who was seduced by the Devil and convinced her to accuse her brother Prince Galahad of raping her. Hipomenes had his son executed but before his death, Galahad cursed his sister so that she would give birth to an abomination that would make the same sounds as the beasts killing him. Thus when the princess did give birth, the demonic creature was a chimeric fusion of animals and was so grotesque that the midwives perished from terror and the creature escaped into the forest. Centuries later it was only by converting to Christianity that Palamedes was able to destroy the demon and purify it but for some reason it carries some affection for him and continues to follow him around in the much cuter and tiny form of Zaraffa who demands belly-rubs and strawberries.

When Palamedes is in serious trouble, Zaraffa draws magical energy from him in order to assume its former demonic state once again. Growing to immense size, the cute creature loses its fox traits and gains a chimeric body with the head and neck of a snake, the body of a leopard, the haunches of a lion, and the feet of a hart. Glatisant as it is now known, quickly changes temperament from sweet and docile to hyper aggressive and violent, attacking anything in sight that might even pose a threat to it. As a demonic creature, the strikes from Glatisant’s huge limbs can easily blast through concrete and bend masses of steel, thus it is essentially a walking Anti-Fortress attack. If Palamedes is capable of doing so, he can try riding it to guide Glatisant’s berserk attacks in a more strategic manner, but generally he is more content to let it do its thing while he just provides support. The biggest drawback is that Glatisant consumes a lot of magical energy and given that Palamedes is not a specialist in using it, he cannot keep his partner in its Glatisant form for longer than a few minutes at a time and even less so if he is drained or too injured to withstand the strain. Thus when time is up, Glatisant returns once again to its harmless form of Zaraffa.

Relationships

Arthur - “Huh, did you get buff since the last time we met? I could’ve sworn you were a lot smaller and more feminine…”

Artoria - “My sincerest apologies, but I could not place my conscience over my duty and so chose to side with Sir Lancelot over you.”

Charlemagne - "I hope you enjoyed using my sword you little cat burglar..."

Darius III & Iskandar - “Let me see the strength of the conquerors who ruled my ancestral homelands!”

Galahad - “Now that I think about it, there sure were a lot of people named ‘Galahad’ around weren’t there?”

Lancelot - “I don’t know what you were so worried about, Provence was in safe hands the second you left it to me.”

Mehmed II - “It is interesting to hear about the faith that my father and his father followed. However I swore to serve the one true Lord and cannot be swayed.”

Nebuchadnezzar II - “Don’t hold back mad king, show me the legendary Hanging Gardens that my ancestors hailed from!”

Rasputin - “Bleh, colour me surprised that the biggest zealots turn out to be the greatest sinners.”

Tamamo-no-Mae - “Another fox spirit? Will you be as troublesome as Glatisant I wonder?”

Tristan - “Hearing that Lady Isolde took her own life rather than live in a world without you…I will begrudgingly admit that you were her one true love after all.”

Creator's Notes

I was very much imagining Palamedes as the protagonist of a Dark Souls game, where he uses his sword and shield plus his wits to beat much stronger opponents. While Glatisant as a summonable mount might be stretching it as well as a tad cliche, I tried to fuse its varying portrayals as a creature of both good and evil…and I couldn’t resist the idea of Fou having a female companion.

Fun fact, “Zaraffe” is a corruption of the Arabic word زَرَافَة‎ (“Zarāfa”) and is the etymological root of the modern word giraffe which was seen by mediæval Europeans as a bizarre and exotic creature and was the basis of the Questing Beast in the Arthurian Cycle.

The armour is a Figma of the Fluted Armour from “Demon Souls”, I threw it in because it would feel weird to depict a KoRT without some kind of look at them suited up. The Faceclaim is Izana Kurokawa from “Tokyo Revengers”. As soon as I saw him in the red coat, I knew he had to be Palamedes for the hilarity of having someone look relatively close to Archer in Artoria’s court.

As always, all comments and criticisms are heartily welcomed~

[TQG Imaginatorious]

Haven't read it yet but Skull, I can't click open the spoiler that contains the fully suited up image due to the collapse in the way.

[RoydGolden]

Haven't read it yet but Skull, I can't click open the spoiler that contains the fully suited up image due to the collapse in the way.

You can, you just have to click it twice, once to reveal the image and then to uncollapse it again. It is an awkward way of formatting though.

[Shezum3]

Texas Sniper




Hmph… Who should we shoot at?

Class: Archer
True Name: Charles Whitman
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Place of Origin: America
Armament: sniper rifle

STRENGE — C
ENDURANCE — B
AGILITY — B
MANA — D
LUCK — C
NP — B

Class skills:

Independent Action B

The ability to survive independent of a Master's mana supply. Even though Archer operated in the city, he is capable of surviving alone, which could leave him in a world without a Master for two days.

Magic Resistance D

Provides protection from magical effects. Unlike the resistance effect, which simply rejects magical energy, this ability completely cancels spells. Archer is a modern servant, he is not so good at countering magic

Personal skills:

Marksmanship of Terror A

A Skill representing all-round shooting techniques, which includes quick drawing and trick shooting by means of small arms and the precision of medium arms. In the case of this skill, each shot applies a horror effect to all people in a certain radius. This is not a panic that forces you to run away as far as possible, but a horror that paralyzes your body, the realization that you cannot run away from a bullet and that your death is inevitable.

I don't like it when they twitch. There's more hassle with them

Soulless heart A

A skill that allows Archer to ignore any form of emotional influence on his mind. He can neither be charmed nor pityed; he will shoot at children, pregnant women and the elderly. The master should remember that Archer will calmly kill him too

Recoil to the shoulder — is all I feel when I shoot at people.

All American Boy B

An Archer skill similar in nature to the Espionage skill. It allows Archer to take on the appearance of a typical local resident, perfectly replicating his behavior. Neighbors and passers-by won't see him as a killer until it's too late. An Eagle Scout and married man, the well-liked Archer has consistently been described as an “all-American boy.” Indeed, after the shooting, his father-in-law noted that Archer was “just as normal as anybody I ever knew, and he worked awfully hard at his grades. There was nothing wrong with him that I knew of"

All American Boy, All American Boy... I love this song

Noble Phantasm:

Texas Tower
Manhunter's Nest
B

The University of Texas tower that Archer used to shoot people. He barricaded himself in it, which is why the police were not immediately able to get to him. This is the ability to find a good place for a sniper position, and then capture it. From this position, Archer will have a 360 degree view and will even be able to see through walls. The building itself will also obey Archer's will - it will contain obstacles and traps for those who want to attack Archer

Description:

Likes: Beer, shooting
Dislikes: none

Archer’s True name is Charles Whitman, American mass murderer, also known as the "Texas Sniper". On August 1, 1966, he barricaded himself at the very top of the 28-story tower of the University of Texas and fired at people in the street with a Remington Model 700 for 96 minutes. During Whitman's attack, 14 people were killed and 32 wounded. This happened shortly after Whitman killed his wife and mother in their homes. As a result, the police made their way into the tower where the shooting was coming from, and as a result of a short shootout, they eliminated the shooter.

Whitman is not a loser embittered at the whole world, unlike many maniacs. But his complete indifference to people's lives reveals him well. To Whitman, a mass shooting is nothing more than a typical trip to a shooting range. The Master should remember this - Whitman will not care about saving the Master's life, even if his life depends on it. He is empty inside, does not even have a desire for the Grail.

[tsugumi]

Ew.

[Kamera]

I know this is basically your whole MO, but have you considered how much of psychic hazard your servants sheets brings to these threads? The very idea that these kinds of shit are worthy subject matter for anyone to consider writing them as Servant in the first place is so viscerally repulsive.

[Skull]

Haven't read it yet but Skull, I can't click open the spoiler that contains the fully suited up image due to the collapse in the way.

What Royd said, also apologies for the confusion since I'm not a formatting wizard like others here. Hope you enjoyed the sheet otherwise though~

[pinetree]

Skull, just type COLLAPSE3 instead of COLLAPSE and it's fixed