Create-A-Servant 3

[Spartacus]

Hecate's potion thing used by Athena to reconstruct her into spider

[Cing Krimson Requiem]

Do not look away. You witness the rebirth of a GOD!

So you have discovered my true form. Are you not disgusted? Terrified? Of the beast that lurks in the darkness beneath you?

You have investigated far enough. You have seen all there is to see. Please. There is no more mystery for you to solve. No more monsters for you to discover.

Look away… look away. Do not look at me. I don’t want you to see what I have become...

Elder of the Ancient Abyss

The Great Old One

Divine Beast of 20,000 Leagues

The Kraken

Monster of the Deep Blue

The Lusca

The Drowned God

Architeuthis dux

AKA: Lord of the Abyssal Depths, Ruler of R'lyeh, the Dragon SquidSciu-crak, The moving island, remnant beast of the Twilight, Steward of NjörðrBeast of the blue holes, Stalker in the TriangleGiant Squid
Class: ForeignerBerserker
Alternate Classes: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic EvilChaotic NeutralTrue Neutral
Source: The ravings of a madmanNorwegian folkloreCaribbean folkloreHistorical fact
Region: Undersea Cosmic Observatory R'lyehThe Norwegian SeaThe BahamasOgasawara, Japan
Attribute: StarHeavenEarthMan

Parameters
Strength: A+
Endurance: B
Agility: D
Mana: C
Luck: D

Background
When the world was young, and man first walked its surface, they strayed from the mother sea from whence they came. They feared her, the sea. They feared the monsters she created that waited beneath her surface. They feared the mysteries she still kept, hidden behind that misty white veil and fathomless inky darkness.

They feared the deep. And that fear gave rise to belief. And that belief gave shape to a god.

It had many names, or perhaps none at all. It was the inky black whose tendrils crept from the corner of your eye, the waving shadow that perhaps, might have just been some kelp, it was the unknowable horrid creatures that would wash ashore, never seen before and never seen again.

It was a god of the fear of what lurked below. A fear of the ominous silhouette of a colossal fish swimming beneath your humble fishing boat in your nightmares. And the fear that, one day, the big fish you saw in that nightmare wouldn’t be content with staying there anymore.

Alexander the Great was among the first mortal men to challenge that fear. In a reinforced vessel, he descended to the darkened depths and stared that fear in the face.

He was amongst the first to try. And he would not be the last to fail.

But as mankind matured, so did their understanding of the world.

No longer was lightning the wrath of gods. It was merely electricity, produced by the mingling of hot and cold moisture in the storm.

No longer were volcanoes the prisons of great and mighty giants. They were merely regions where the magma beneath the earth’s surface could be pushed out.

No longer were the corpses of beasts who washed ashore from unknowable origins. They were brought into labs, studied, and categorized. Given name, shape, and identity. Monsters no longer. Just a part of the wondrous natural world around us.

...

On December 4th, 2006, off the coast of the Ogasawara Islands in Japan, a god rose from the depths and breached the surface of the World, where it drowned and died.

We named her Architeuthis dux. “Giant Squid”.

Skills

Class Skills
Madness Enhancement: -
The effects of the Madness Enhancement skill have consolidated with degraded Divinity to form the Drowned God skill.

Personal Skills
The Drowned God: A
The mix between the Madness Enhancement skill and the drowned god’s dwindling divinity.
In spite of how she lost any remaining mystery she might’ve had at the time of her death, this skill preserves her fleeting godhood and grants her immense physical strength, at the cost of rendering her into a gibbering, incoherent beast who will utterly ravage whatever her master commands her to.

…However, because she was a god who decayed and drowned due to rising to the surface of the World during the Age of Man, where she was not welcome, her parameters will slowly lower the longer she remains out in open air and not submerged in water and darkness. She must be denied the sunlight she wished to see one last time, for her own sake.

Mana Burst (Inky Dark): D
Capable of unleashing a burst of dark, ink-like mana to jettison themself and blind enemies. Although the dark mana is somewhat poisonous and clings to targets, it isn’t a very powerful offensive weapon, working far better as a form of transport.

Evil Eye of the Abyss: A+
Huge, bulging eyes that carry within them the knowledge of true terror. At rank A+ it is not the eyes of one who has gazed into that terrible abyss, but the eyes of the abyss itself that gazed back. As a divine spirit who was given form by the thoughts of those who feared the unknowable deep, it is the closest thing to the drowned god’s authority that remains within it.

Dragon-Crested Octopus (False): C
The dreams of a madman given form and tied to the terror who inspired them.
Non-Euclidean geometrical patterns shimmer in the air, causing those who look at them to stall and suffer as their minds attempt to make sense of the nonsensical. It functions similarly to the noble phantasm For Someone’s Glory, though far less effective.
Still good at lowering the effectiveness of an enemy’s fighting skill by debilitating them and preventing them from grasping the drowned god’s true form.

Noble Phantasms

Great Malevolent Inkfish

The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms

Rank: B++
Type: Anti-army (self)

“Aaaaahh… I can see it! I see it, I see it! I can see the sun! AAAAAAAAAHH, I WON’T LET IT GO THIS TIME!!!”

The sea is so vast, submerging yourself into it almost seems like stepping into outer space. What horrors are capable of making use of such a vast open expanse? What secrets lie within, too far or too deep to find?

A great white whale?

A serpent who wraps around the earth?

A mighty dragon upset at the atomic corruption tainting its home?

A monstrous mass of tentacles the size of an island?

It is the legend of the great beasts who surge up from the darkened depths manifest. The drowned god’s already large body swells to enormous proportions as it begins to take on the attributes of other great sea beasts.
This will not directly reverse any degradation of parameters brought about by allowing the drowned god to roam the surface of dry land brought about by her titular skill, but as she grows and takes on more attributes of the monsters who terrified humanity in her name, she will reverse those degradations through the divinity of other divine beasts she accumulates. It goes without saying that this will further exacerbate her skill-inflicted mania.

Still, it is a powerful transformation ability that would be capable of defeating any seafaring vessel straight away from the initial transformation, only becoming more formidable of a foe the longer she remains in this monstrous state. She could wrestle the Nautilus, shrug off the strikes of a seafaring monster slayer like Ahab, or devour the crew of an entire pirate fleet without effort.

Corpse of the Drowned God

The Thing That Washed Ashore

Rank: -
Type: Anti-World

“Ah… what was it I was looking for again? Oh, that’s right. I wanted to see the sun one last time. How foolish of me! I should’ve known I never belonged in that world on the surface.”

An amorphous blob of flesh the size of a truck washes ashore.

Composed of blubbery, rubber-like flesh, it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.

They call it a sea monster. Devil. Alien. God.

Samples are taken. Its flesh was hard to cut, but enough was gathered.

You wait for days. In that time the blob became a local attraction.

Finally, you get an answer on what the thing is. What possible origins that this unknowable mass might truly have.

…

Just whale fat.

They have a lot of it. Sometimes it separates from their bones.

You should have known, of course. Silly you.

Monsters don’t exist.

Relinquishing all divinity and mystery it has, the Drowned God, for a moment, is clear of mind. She can remember who she was and why she chose to drown in a world that didn’t want her.

All to see… the sun.

The Drowned God perishes, and a wide-scale anti-mystery effect blankets the area, utterly denying the existence of the supernatural and rendering them into the comprehensible truth.

And upon the beach, the freshly drowned corpse of an Architeuthis dux washes ashore.

Personality

The Drowned God certainly once had a personality in life, as gods tend to. But whatever it once was has been lost to the madness of the abyss, leaving only a writhing mass of shrieking tentacles screaming about... the sun?

There is a painful sort of tone to Architeuthis' gibbering though. Not pain as in agony, though that would make much more sense given the constant damage they take outside of water, but a sort of pain of the heart. Melancholy. Mourning. Loss.

Yet, you look into the bulging eyes of the giant squid and see only an alien gaze staring back. No inkling of thought or emotion, yet such emotion and intelligence must exist in a creature such as it. But as a child of man, you are worlds apart from each other. It does not seem as though true mutual communication is possible...

Relationships

Katsushika Hokusai
"FFAAAAAaa-kerrrrrr... YooooooUUu... oRRrrr... Meeeeee?"

Nemo
"MyyyY... fauuUULLt... HuuunN-GrrrRyyy..."

"Sun God" Servants
"wAArrmm... nooOOoo... NooOt... yooOUuu...

Watcher (Strange Fake)
"Aaaahhhh... aaaAaaAAAHHHH...! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! HUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRTSSSS! ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS!!!"

"Star" Attribute Servants
"LiiIIight... haAaa... Li-Li-LIIIIIIIIIGHT!!! I CAN SEE IT AGAIN! I'M NOT LETTING GO OF IT THIS TIIIIME!!!"

"The Sea Serpent" (Chlamydoselachus anguineus)
"I... Remember... You... Dearest... Friend...

Author's Note

Aaaaand that's "calamari" done! Apologies for the oversized images.

I started working on this sheet like, half a year ago but I gave up because BBcode is vewy hard and scawy. But today I just figured I should suck it up and do my best. So a very big thanks to DelRey's "formatting crash course", really couldn't have done it without that.

This entire sheet was heavily inspired by Jacob Geller's video essay "Fear of Big Things Underwater" and its accompanying song, The Kraken by Katie Dey.

[ribstein]

before I post a servant: is this thread basically open to posting as long as you have an idea for a servant or is it limited to specific users or something like that? I have a kit for a saint lucia servant written (though I haven't written a personallity for her) and would be interested to hear some input if anyone would be willing to share it

[pinetree]

Of course, anyone can post.

[ErrantGalantine]

How Curious...wasn't expecting someone else to write a Kraken sheet besides me, and one with such a different take on it at that(much more Lovecraftian than I went). The Drowned God is an interesting thing, the maddened remains of a legend when the time of legends had long past, and its such a sorry state to be reduced to...

[AndrosTC]

before I post a servant: is this thread basically open to posting as long as you have an idea for a servant or is it limited to specific users or something like that? I have a kit for a saint lucia servant written (though I haven't written a personallity for her) and would be interested to hear some input if anyone would be willing to share it

You could post your finished sheet here, anyone could post their servant(s) here, but if you seek advice/input/thoughts of other forumites when the servant is still on the process of making, then you might want to go to the womb

[Skull]

Y'know, if ever they decide to do a Lost Einherjar event in FGO and bring Aslaug in, it would be a golden opportunity to put some spotlight on the long forgotten Eric Bloodaxe at last.

Also, no. I haven't been putting all of my Scandinavian Servants to the top of the to-finish list just to try and get them in the Schlock anniversary - why do you ask? *nervous laugh*
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Caster

"My, my, aren’t you precious. No need to worry Master, you can rely on me to guide you as if I were your own mother. Don’t pay any heed to that propaganda about the meanness of witches~"



True Name: Gunnhildr Gormsdóttir
Epithet: "The Mother of Kings"
Region: Denmark (10th Century)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Likes: Obedience, Young Men
Dislikes: Old Men, Water
Talents: Brewing, Poetry
Natural Enemy: Egill Skallagrímsson

Parameters
STG (E), END (E), AGI (B), MGI (A), LCK (E), NP (A)

Character

Caster takes the form of Gunnhildr Gormsdóttir - the wife of Eric Bloodaxe, a Witch and the

Mother of Kings

Konungamóðir

who lived during a time of great political upheaval in Norway and a number of her children became rulers of the country during that period in the Viking Age.

In public Gunnhildr portrays herself as a caring and supporting woman, if still a little stoic and aristocratic Queen who enjoys the finer things in life. She will pretend to care about the wellbeing of her Master and will offer them council on whatever they need, even expending a little magic like that of a fairy godmother. However, anyone who knew the real Gunnhildr would tell you she is a dangerous and sinister Witch who must not be trusted at all costs. Underneath that elegant exterior is a cold calculating mind that cares only about her own wellbeing and how she can further her own goals. No act is too great or terrible for Gunnhildr to consider as she even sent her soldiers to eliminate the children of kings she had vanquished as she didn’t want any rival claims to the throne of Norway.

Gunnhildr would defend herself by saying she is “full of love” and to some extent this is true as she is a Yandere who gets incredibly jealous whenever her husband Eric would so much as talk to other women, let alone try to have a close relationship with them such as the Cathroé incident. Yet although she claims to love Eric, after his death she immediately ran into the arms of the Icelandic Chieftain Hrútur Herjólfsson despite the man being both already married and an entire generation younger than her which was seen as scandalous. However, it is clear that Gunnhildr does not respect the actual feelings of others as when Hrútur ultimately refused to leave his wife for Gunnhildr, she cursed him with priapism which ruined Hrútur’s marriage and forced him to eventually divorce his wife and devote himself fully to Gunnhildr. The most glaring flaw Gunnhildr has is her ability to hold a grudge, most evidently seen with her nemesis Egill Skallagrímsson which dragged on for about two decades after the upstart farmer insulted her once, Gunnhildr exhausted so much of her money, soldiers and magic in order to kill him, only for Egill to escape every time and die of natural causes after becoming rich off his adventures. Gunnhildr never managed to let go of that humiliation and even now would curse to death any man who reminded her too much of him. As an aside, it seems that being betrayed and subsequently killed by her brother Harald Bluetooth, has imparted onto Gunnhildr a phobia of drowning - which despite being impossible as a Servant, experiencing anything too close to it will drive her into a hyperventilating shock.

In a Holy Grail War, Gunnhildr has absolutely no time for the pissing contests between heroes and so would devote her time to trying to capture the actual Grail itself, subverting both the Overseer and the entire system itself. If the other Servants try to get in her way, Gunnhildr will try to be diplomatic about it and negotiate but naturally she will have set up contingency plans since she is not a frontline fighter. In addition, as so many of the opposing Servants have the Magic Resistance Class Skill, her schemes will typically target the other Masters instead with a combination of her Curses and “Death-Drinks” (poisons) - one wonders if she shouldn’t have been in the Assassin Class instead. Even her own Master must be very wary of Gunnhildr as whilst she may pretend to care about their relationship, she is ultimately cold blooded to the core and will dispose of them if they become too much of a hindrance.

Her Wish Upon the Holy Grail? Not satisfied with simply being the Konungamóðir, Gunnhildr seeks to use the Grail to expand her powers over Witchcraft and become the “Mother of All Things”, not dissimilar to (but still surpassing) the Great Mother type Fairy that Morgan is.

Skills

Class Skills

Item Construction - (C)
A Caster-class Skill. It is the ability to manufacture magical items, from implements of war to items for daily use. However this Skill requires time to gather components and manufacture items. As she is not a frontline fighter, Gunnhildr will dedicate plenty of time and resources into making things that would be beneficial to herself and her Master - especially since she is adept in the art of brewing poisons used in assassinating her enemies.

Territory Creation - (B)
A Caster-Class Skill to build a special terrain that is advantageous to oneself as a magus, such as for the purpose of collecting mana. Upon being summoned, Gunnhildr’s first order of business will be to remodel and reinforce her Master’s Workshop into something more appropriate for a Witch of her calibre. If given enough time, Gunnhildr will try to build something reminiscent of her old palaces out of nostalgia which will be Temple level in terms of its effectiveness.

Personal Skills

Counsel of the Queen - (A)
The ability to analyse and disseminate information gained to one's allies in a swift and efficient manner. Despite being born a woman, Gunnhildr took an active interest in the affairs of her husband and later sons’ courts and would make an active participation by giving her advice on various matters. Those who followed her counsel would always find great success such as the merchant Olaf Hǫskuldsson who wanted to make an expedition to Ireland, since Gunnhildr found him attractive she guided him on all the best places to trade which made Olaf a rich man. By grasping and evaluating the current situation, Gunnhildr can guide even a "layman" (simpleton) to the ideal solution even accounting for unforeseen circumstances. For enemies to counter this, it is required to have a successful Luck Roll or else a Skill to overcome any analysis conjured by Gunnhildr.

Mark of the Níðstöng - (B)
An infernal brand gifted to the user as a way of driving them to death and despair. After Gunnhildr had assassinated all obstacles to the throne of Norway, she enabled her husband Eric into becoming a tyrant. This turned the people of Norway against the pair, in particular Egill Skallagrímsson who would become Gunnhildr’s nemesis over the course of two decades. Egill cemented this status when he performed an elaborate Curse Ritual called the Níðstöng which involved erecting a totem pole with a sacrificed horse’s head at the top, all in order to bring calamity onto Eric and Gunnhildr which drove them out of Norway. Even in death this Curse persists as a stenciled tattoo of a horse’s skull remains on Gunnhildr’s forearm and completely drains her Luck stat which ranges from the comical like occasionally tripping over her own feet to the serious such as failing Skill Checks during dire situations. This Skill also seems to have a curious effect on her Noble Phantasm…

Shapeshifting - (C)
A technique which can refer to either mimicking another’s appearance or otherwise transmutation of the body for varying purposes. The ability to change one’s physical form is one of many applications of the mystic arts of Seiðr and naturally Gunnhildr has learned it as well. It was best demonstrated during the final confrontation between Gunnhildr and Egill Skallagrímsson where she had transformed into a bird in order to discreetly sabotage Egill and prevent him from escaping his death sentence. As a Servant, Gunnhildr will disguise herself as various animals in order to perform reconnaissance and gauge the threat level of the other Servants as well as the identities of their Masters. There are naturally limits as she cannot transform into an animal that she has never seen before and certain Divine and Demonic creatures will be beyond her capability.

Noble Phantasm

Landvættir
Submission of the Great Spirits

[Type: Anti-Army], [Rank: A], [Maximum Range: 800], [Maximum Number of Targets: 100]

As (arguably) the strongest and most famous Witch in the Scandinavian-sphere, it is only natural that Gunnhildr would possess the strongest of Familiars. In Gunnhildr’s case she had managed to subdue the very Landvættir themselves - Great Nature Spirits that served as the various tutelary guardians of the land. They come in a variety of shapes, from the wizened old sage, to an enormous bull and even a fearsome dragon. However because they have been displaced from their native land in Norway, they cannot take their full forms and so only manifest as ghostly blue spectres. They are still a fearsome force to be reckoned with though and together they can easily overwhelm an unprepared enemy Servant. Normally Gunnhildr has them stationed as sentries, guarding her Master’s base of operations, but in a pinch she will summon them to her location and have them fight for her if the enemy is resistant to normal spells.

Whilst they are nominally loyal to their mistress as she was the Queen of Norway, there is a curious interaction between this Noble Phantasm and one of Gunnhildr’s Personal Skills. Whilst the pair of them were alive, Egill Skallagrímsson used the ancient ritual of the Níðstöng in order to agitate and enrage the Landvættir, turning them against the king and queen and forcibly driving them out of Norway as a result. Now when the Landvættir are engaged in combat and they start to take damage, the Níðstöng brand marking on Gunnhildr’s forearm will resonate and if it reaches a certain threshold then the Landvættir will once again go into a frenzied state which does increase their power but ultimately renders them uncontrollable and thus a danger to Gunnhildr and her Master as they will be trying to kill them as much as the enemy Servants.

Lore

Innocent Beginnings

Born as a princess of the Kingdom of Denmark, Gunnhildr met her future husband Eric Bloodaxe at a feast held by her father Gorm the Old in an attempt to create a union of two royal dynasties between Denmark and Norway. After they were married, Eric went on a expedition into Finland whilst Gunnhildr was fostered and educated with Mǫttull, King of the Finns and it was during this time that Gunnhildr learned the power of "Seiðr" from two Finnish wizards that lived with her.

Over the years she and Eric had eight children between them and when Eric's father Harald died, he managed to win the succession struggle and become the King of Norway. However the glory was short lived as Gunnhildr had encouraged Eric to slaughter his rival siblings and oppress the citizens. This tyrannical rule led to the couple being expelled from Norway by the nobles who declared Eric's brother Hákon the rightful king.

Eric, his family and his loyalists set sail and landed on the Isle of Orkney where they were accepted as the de facto rulers and settled for a few years. But opportunity struck when the Dublin invaders of northern England were repelled and the Archbishop of Jórvík invited Eric to become a feudal king over the petty kingdom. This only lasted for seven years as the newly crowned English King Eadred wanted to clear out the Norse feudal lords and put all of the country back under English control which led to Eric's defeat and death at the Battle of Stainmore.

Following this, Gunnhildr took her children and sought refuge in her motherland of Denmark in which the King Harald Bluetooth took in one of her sons as a foster-child in exchange. Nevertheless, Gunnhildr ended up returning triumphantly to Norway after one of her other sons killed King Hákon in battle. With her sons now ensconced as the lords of Norway, Gunnhild was from this time known as Konungamóðir ("Mother of Kings") as she involved herself very heavily in the affairs of her sons’ kingdom.

The slaughtering of political dissidents and the ensuing famine made her a figure of terror among the Norwegians. However history repeats itself and another man named Hákon assassinated the King and after installing himself into power ordered Gunnhildr into exile once again. After some traveling, she once again returned to Denmark to seek refuge but King Harald had grown to find his sister too troublesome to deal with and so had her captured and subsequently drowned in a bog.

Relationships

Aslaug - “We meet at last honourable ancestor. It is I, your granddaughter of many generations via your child, Sigurd Áslaugsson.”

Beowulf - “As my dear Eric is a member of the Scylfings, I expect you to perform your duty as much as you did in life~”

Caster Cú - “Your new face can’t fool me. I can sense through my blood that you are the Allfather.”

Eric Bloodaxe - "It’s been so long and I’ve missed you so much. I hope you haven’t been flirting with any other women again whilst I’ve been gone, huh Darling? ♡."

Gawain - "Oh that’s right, when we took over Orkney, we made sure to eliminate and replace the Brits with Norsemen. So sorry about that~"

Mordred - “Ah, if it isn’t the Homunculus created by the Great Mother Fairy. If you’ll just hold still for a bit, I want to do a little dissection - promise it won’t hurt…much.”

Morgan le Fay - “...No! I’m not jealous at all that you were loved more as Queen of Orkney, nor do I care at all that you’re the superior Witch. I don’t know where you even got that idea!”

Percival - “Pretty bold of you to have resisted the advances of such a powerful Witch as Kundry. Makes me want to see just what kind of a man you are.”

Ragnar Lodbrok - “How tragic to meet yet another fine Norseman to have been prematurely slain by the English.”

Sinfjötli - “I know you, you’re one of the Einherjar that brought Eric into Valhalla, right?”

Sitonai - “It can’t be, Lady Freyja!?”

Creator's Notes

Oh hey, it's the witch wife to the extremely forgettable viking Berserker from the early days of F/GO. Not sure why they went with Eric in the end and not Gunnhildr since she was far more interesting of a figure.

Don’t ask me why I Anglicised everyone’s name except Gunnhildr, it just ended up that way - most likely because the localisation of FGO goes with “Eric” instead of some variation of “Eiríkr” and the other names ended up following the same pattern subconsciously.

Shoutout if you know what priapism is and the fact that I used that as a sanitized way of explaining why that ruined Hrútur’s marriage. XD

The faceclaims are “Diabellze the Original Sinkeeper” from the Yugioh TCG in various stages of her life as depicted in the artworks of multiple different cards. It is kinda hilarious that serendipitously the last Caster I posted was Eglė who uses Diabellstar the Dark Witch as a FC. Completely unintentional but thematically it fits as both Eglė and Gunnhildr would also be at each other’s throats as well.

As usual, all comments and criticisms are duly welcome~

[Bugs]

Oh hey, a figure I actually know something about for once. Woo.

I see some definite differences between the interpretation of Egil I used so long ago now, and how I presented Gunnhildr there--noticeably if she does murder her Finnish foster-siblings, which seems to differ based on the telling. Overall it's solid, but I really do wonder why her NP is the landvættir when it was Egil's curse that drove her and Erik out, to the point when Harald tried to invade Norway later the landvættir rose up again in response. Maybe I'm just not personally a fan of Servants having the cause of their own death/defeat as Noble Phantasms.

[TQG Imaginatorious]

Gunnhildr Gormsdóttir- Poor Eric, now he has to keep two of his wife happy...

[Baron Magnus]

Here is a lostbelt variant of my monthly contest entry Fenrir.

Enjoy.

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What is family?

I always thought it was those who raised you as their own.

Yet… recently… I find myself questioning that definition.

My father… abandoned me.

I think he was angry that I was indirectly responsible for his father’s murder indirectly.

If I hadn’t let Nafri and his family take something important from me.

If I hadn’t turned a blind eye… if I hadn’t been naive….

Maybe he’d have stayed.

Maybe though… Maybe he never truly cared.

Maybe I was never anything more than a stray wolf he picked up out of pity.

Fed, out of pity.

Maybe that’s why….

I can’t get rid of my Hunger.





Xerose, Twitter

Name
Vanagandr

Class
Lancer

Alignment
Neutral-GoodChaotic-Neutral

Height/Weight
4'3/121435

Region
Arrinheim

Source
Historical Fact
(Lostbelt)

Alternate Class
Berserker

Parameters

Strength	Endurance	Agility
A	A	D
Mana	Luck	Noble Phantasm
C	C	A+

History
Hm? You want to hear my story?

.... treat me to meat and I'll consider.

Good.

Then... I suppose I'll begin at my earliest memory. I've told it before but other embelish the details.

It was in the tundras of Hvildarheim. I was... a bit of a wild child and could make a meal of literally anything. I was eating rocks and the ground of Hvildarheim and scaring the locals with my antics. I was hungry though. By the time I'd eaten an entire mountain, they called Odin for help. He sent the man who'd I one day call father; Tyr the God of Justice and War!

He brought me back to Mikillarin and introduced me to the other gods. They were a bit afraid of me but welcomed me. Then, over time, he taught me how to behave like a good person. See why I call him dad? Taught me table manners, the proper way of speaking, why people trust or distrust others, why rules exist. He taught me a lot of things and fed me lots of good food.

Then.... Nafri asked me a strange favor.

He... wanted my authority. At the time, I was unaware of what that was so I agreed. I wasn't sure how so he took me to his mom, sister, and brother. They worked together to extract it from me painlessly and then let me return to my food. I... didn't realize what I had done then. I do now... I had aided them in killing Grandpa.

I wasn't... sad though. He was always very distant and dad never talked about him. The others... well by the end I thought of him like humans talk about these figures they call 'heroes'. That it was impossible for him to die or lose. Then... he did. It was... shocking but not really sad? I admit I'm still confused on how exactly I feel. Just not... sad.

What... what hurts about that day is something I'll never forget. Dad's anger. He nearly charged the ruling family himself. I had to hold him back and drag him out. He was... so mad... and then he left. Told me not to follow. I didn't... I assumed he'd return sooner or later and then we could talk about what happened and I could apologize for being foolish.

...

He never returned.

I dunno what happened. He never returned. When I was offered a home in Mikillarin by Sigyn herself, I almost accepted but............ I rejected it. I had... other goals. She said it'd be mine for when I returned but... I dunno if I will. I've... been searching for dad for so long and I'm so lost in this new world. It's not the world I grew up in... but the people are nice.

Their smiles when I help them, their gratitude for little favors are what keep me going.

Maybe if I can't find dad, maybe those humans can fill his place.

Anyway, about that meat. I hope you've got a full pouch because I want a hundred pounds for an appetizer.

...

You aren't thinking of running, are you?

Class Skills
Magic Resistance
EX

A skill given to Lancer servants.

A fact of Fenrir is that she was born with innate immunity to primitive mysteries. That is, mystics originating from the Age of Gods. Even in a lostbelt, there is no exception. Fenrir was born immune to the powers of the gods. Primeval Runes, Divine Words, even some Authorities simply fail to effect her at all. She negates them with zero thought put into it.

However, she is not immune to the mystics of man. While she resists with her innate mana, she is ultimately no more resilient than modern magus against modern magecraft. However, due to the nature of the lostbelt these 'modern magecrafts' simply do not exist. At least... they ought not exist at all.

Divinity
E

A skill belonging to those descended from divine spirits and denotes the servants aptitude for divinity.

Despite being the daughter of a god, she has shocking low divinity. This is because she is half-monster, an existence that innately rejects divinity and so the skill is weakened... unbeknownst to her, she also mentally rejects the notion of being Loki's daughter, viewing herself as Tyr's daughter despite his disappearance. She holds this view as despite her lineage and existence, he treated her with nothing but kindness, love, and care. These factors cause it to dwindle to its shockingly low rank.

She tries very hard to fix it utilizing incorrect methods often.

Personal Skills
Winds of Niflheim
A

A skill derived from how she was discovered.

She had eaten almost half of Niflheims mass. How she alone could gorge so much is unknown; only that she did. The giants complained to Odin about it, fearing they'd be next. Odin responded by sending Tyr to take care of it. Tyr naturally did not kill her for she was just a child and brought her home to have an eye kept on her and her growth. Yet eating the land of Niflheim left a permenant mark on her existence. The blizzards of Niflheim rage inside of her stomach and she can call upon it whenever she desires.

This skill has effects similar to the skills Breath of the Dragon and Mana Burst. That is she can breath out a torrent of mana that freezes anything it touches solid with ice and only melts from divine fire and can empower herself by letting the blizzard rage throughout her body. So long as her mouth is open too, a constant blizzard that snuffs out normal or mystical flames is in effect.

Well-Fed
B

Fenrir loves to eat and this skill represents that.

Anything she eats whether it be immaterial, inedible, or simply food is converted into magical energy. Regardless of what she ate this occurs. However, she digests food quickly. A meal fit for a town will be converted and spent inside of an hour. As such, she is often seen as a glutton because of how much she consumes.

Yet this is how she presents herself.

In truth, she eats far less than she wants. She restricts her eating habits to 'rational' amounts. Additionally, she is in complete denial as to what she truly wants to taste and eat. This lowers the benefits of this skill somewhat, only granting a rank up to a single parameter at a time and not granting her special abilities based on the magical properties of what she eats.

Flesh.

Charisma of the Hero
B

A skill derived from her activities during her long search for her father, Tyr.

She searches the remnants of the nine realms for her father, Tyr, who stormed out of Asgard following the murder of Odin and his own daughter stopping him from attempting to enact justice. During her travels however she helped people. At first in small ways, helping a farmer move a bag here and protecting a cow from a wolf there.

As time went on more tales piled on.

Eventually, she became known as 'Hero of Midgard', the realm she searches.

This skill grants her the effects of 'Charisma', 'Tactics', and 'Valor' at a rank equal to this skill.

Personality
A quiet soul that enjoys solitude.

She generally refrains from crowds and keeps to herself. However she also possessed bravery and kindness. She will tackle any challenge and leap into danger to save anothers life and expects nothing in return. She is however always grateful for the smiles given to her by humans. Yet her views tend to be a bit extreme.

A 'little' favor for her is letting a boulder smash into her instead of a farmers cart.

Yet she is aware of this.

She never holds others to the standards she forces herself to live by. Standards forged by her father Tyr and her expectations for how he'd want her to conduct herself. Instead she only expects humans to do their best each day. Naturally, this doesn't quite extend to gods or phantasmals who she does expect to restrain themselves around humans.

She finds herself disappointed often.

Yet unknown to even herself, a hunger hides in her.

She was born to eat and born to kill Odin. Whether that was the intent of Loki or Angrboda or neither when she born, that desire was embedded into her very soul. She doesn't merely wish deep down that she had been the one to kill Odin, she secretly hungers for his flesh... and secretly, she desires nothing less than to eat all of Affinheim.

Thanks to how she was raised however she never realized this truth and had the training to restrain her desires.

Now, even if she realized, she'd simply be horrified rather than act on it.

It'd take an immense amount of stress to make her change her mind....

Interactions
Výrin Snjákuson
Ahhhhhh! There we go! Thanks again!... Here. That was a lot of money and I'm not heartless. Instead... yeah. Let's make a deal. You hear anything about a 'Justice God', 'War God', or 'Wandering God' and you let me know, alright? I'll consider that information as valuable as what you just fed me.

...

Thanks again, by the way.

Sigyn
... Majesty... If you'll excuse me.

Nafri
We have nothing to discuss, unless its returning my authority... otherwise, let me eat in peace please. I won't ask twice... though I ain't threatening violence. Just saying we both know I'm way faster than you and that the wall over there is flimsy.

Noble Phantasm

Ganga Alskipnheim

Lance of Eternity

Type
Anti-Army

Rank
A+

A reward she received as thanks for helping a trio of traveling dwarves.

Leyding, Dromi, and Gleipnir were their names.

She saved them from a rockfall by shielding the cart with her body. Then she escorted them to the next town. There they discussed among themselves how to repay her and the forging of this lance was their answer. Built from the concepts of 'Strength', 'Unbreaking', and 'Impossibility' it has served as her weapon ever since.

Its function is extremely simple.

From the lance she can forcibly activate any one phenomenon she can imagine. While it must be part of nature, that is the bounds of Earth's power, she can enact it with enough magical energy pumped into her lance. To put it into the terms of an outsider, she utilizes a 'Marble Phantasm' to invoke nature's wrath. Yet it is not her invoking it but her lance. If she is without it, she cannot utilize this function. However beyond this and the cost of invoking certain phenomenon she has virtually no limit to what she can do.

Yet she often uses it for one thing only.

Holding back her blizzards, which are harmful to humans.

As such while constantly active the noble phantasm consumes very little. It simply takes the blizzard that leaks out of her mouth and contains it within the spearhead which itself acts as an infinite void. A convenient fact about her spear. Only when she fights seriously does she unleash the blizzard, though only gets so serious when there are no traces of humans in the area.

From there, she invokes ice and snow related phenomenon and sometimes summons lava and fire.

These are the extent of which she utilizes nature's wrath.

[ribstein]

You could post your finished sheet here, anyone could post their servant(s) here, but if you seek advice/input/thoughts of other forumites when the servant is still on the process of making, then you might want to go to the womb

I see. thanks

[Anju Addams]

Huh, we were just talking about how Erik got shafted in FGO and that we needed more Gunnhild the other day on the Discord. Nice to see this!

[Qmwneb]

Class: Assassin
Alternate classes: Saber
Name: Ignatius de Loyola
Epithet: the Black Pope
Place of Origin: Spain (16th century)

Description

Alignmnet: Lawful Evil
Likes: Catholic Church
Dislikes: Ignorance, immorality, heresy
Talents: Education, preaching, intrigue
Natural Enemy: Martin Luther, John Calvin

Saint Ignatius de Loyola was born a Basque nobleman. At his birth he spoke "My name is Inigo*". Originally he pursued a military career; yet an injury suffered when defending, outnumbered ten to one, the fortress of Pamplona, left him permanently limp.
A vision of Saint Peter and religious literature caused the conversion of Inigo during his recovery. Abandoning his past life, he turned to asceticism. His attempts to convert Palestinians or preach in Venice having failed due to a lack of education, he attended a school along with children, and then several universities.
With comrades from Uvinersity of Paris Ignatius founded the Society of Jesus, of which he became the first General. Although the Society had various purposes, the primary was to reform the society through controlled education. Because the Pope was subject to external influence, the Jesuits and their Black Pope** had to assume control of the Church.
He adheres to the principle of the end justifying the means. If it is necessary to

distort

adapt

Christianity to different people and cultures, lie or kill enemies ot the Church, doubts and regrets have no place. He doesn't prefer wealth to poverty, health to sickness or honor to dishonor - but only glory of God and salvation of humanity to Satan and damnation. Ignatius eagerly instructs anyone in secular matters, but especially in Catholic doctrine, considering ignorance the main cause of both opposition and corruption of adherents.
His wish would be bringing the world under the Catholic Church, of course.

* Ignatius is a latinization of Inigo, and I'm not making it up.
** Since the eighteenth century, event the General is a figurehead; the real Black Pope and his privy council live somewhere in America.

Parameters

STR: C
END: C
AGI: E-
MGI: C
LCK: B
NP: C+

Skills

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment: B
The capacity to hide one's presence as a Servant. At this rank, it is possible to disappear and become extremely difficult to be detected. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack.
This Skill reflects not Loyola's personal feats, but the Society of Jesus, him being the cause of its conspiracies.

Personal Skills:

Saint: C
Indicates one as being acknowledged as a saint. When summoned as a Servant, one ability is selected among: raising the effectiveness of sacraments; automatic HP recovery, rank-Up to Charisma and ability to produce a holy shroud.
Ignatius is venerated in the Catholic CHurch. He is far from the most morally dubious person to be canonized.

Protection of the Faith: B
A Skill possessed only by those who have sacrificed themselves for a religious view. It is the absoluteness of one’s body and mind that was born from their beliefs. This rank gives an increace in mental defence and negates the effects on injuries.
When Inigo was wounded, he endured horrible operations with perfect calmness, being assured he hasn't yet completed his God-given purspose.

Indoctrination: A+
The ability to instill one's belief in others through instruction. Although it involves a great capacity for teaching, including granting low-ranking Skills, the primary effect of this Skill is imperceptible influence of the teacher's worldview on the student.
The Jesuits claimed they would make anyone completely theirs in seven years; this Skill compresses them into a few hours.

Noble Phantasm

The Fourth Vow

Perinde ac cadaver

Rank: C+
Type: Anti-Populace

The constitutions of the Jesuits demands one to be "as if he were a lifeless body which allows itself to be carried to any place and to be treated in any manner desired"
Any who pledge their loyalty to Society of Jesus or Ignatius personally are brought under complete mind control. They unhesitatingly follow orders given by Ignatius or a designated superior. They also gain Espionage Skill and learn the secret signs of the Jesuits.
The thousands of Jesuits scattered about the whole world and hiding under every facade are effected by this Noble Phantasm.

Relationships

Francis Xavier (JetKinen): "Francis! What happened to you? … For what purpose God put you in this state is a mystery. So, here are the orders…
Guy Fawkes (Skull): "A great martyr for the Church! Surely we agree on the necessary course of action."
Francis of Assisi (Bugs): "You're a great inspiration, but in this age, different methods are needed"
Jeanne d'Arc: "'Don't you know that the saints will judge the world?'* Such ignorance in a saint is scandalous. Are you willing to learn the Word of God?"
Don Quixote: "I too once was enthralled by romances of chivalry. But serving God is infinitely superior to pursuit of earthly fame and love"
Johann Adam Weishaupt (BnEl15): "So the enemy aped the Society too. Our methods may be the same, but we have Jesus and the saints on our side."

* 1 Cor. 6:2

Philosophical notes

Writing is painful, anxiety over the expected condemnation and ridicule is worse, it won't bring me profit in any way, there is actual work to be done (at least creative writing doesn't lead to suicidal thoughts), but I was compelled to write and publish this. There is no free will and the spirit is not made for this world.

[jishara]

Class: Lancer
Other Classes: N/A
True Name: Lady Kasuga
Alignment: Neutral Good
Place of Origin: Japan (16th Century)
Stars: 4/5

Parameters:

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

Height: 160cm
Weight: 140lbs
Likes: Politics, allies, favors repaid
Dislikes: Traitors, being ally-less
Talent: Political scheming
Natural Enemy: Akechi Mitsuhide
Attribute: Man
Traits: Female, Humanoid, Weak to Enuma Elish
Armament: Nagitana
Catalyst: Fancy dress

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance C: Despite not inherently being magical in her own right, the status of the class inherently provides her this rank.

Personal Skills:

Grasp of Abdication A: Lancer was so skillful at manipulation that she was able to force the emperor to abdicate his throne without shedding a single drop of blood or even attacking once. Inherently as such, her very ability is inherently contradictory to anyone in a high position, stripping their powers steadily the more they're near her.

Join the Team C: Lancer's skillful collection of powerful allies to build up her ideal shogun choice manifested in a skill. A skill inherently similar to charisma, the "capacity to attract powerful allies". in exchange for a dilution in the efffect on generic people, influential people gain a far stronger effect.

Shogun's Wet Nurse B: Lancer's status as the shogun's wet nurse, one of the most inherently powerful roles if utilized effectively. Lancer utilized it VERY effectively. The capacity to root herself inherently in the power of others, taking part of the powers they gain the more they gain.

Noble Phantasm(s):

Ooku
The Gates of Succession

Type: Anti-Shogun
Rank: B
Range: 30 meters
Max Targets: 1

The gate to the Ooku, for which Lancer's nagitana serves as the "key". when the true name is declared and the lock is turned, the door is opened to the Ooku for one persn. The concentrated embodiment of the power she granted her chosen Shogun imbued within them, and in her as well through Shogun's Wet Nurse. But this skill has a far more insidious effect, a mental interference making them far more suggestible by her. A benevolent(?) puppeteer gently managing a convenient king.

Lore: Lady Kasuga (1579-1643) was the wet nurse of the shogun Tokugawa Iemitsu, and became one of the most powerful people of the time and the most trusted advisor of the shogun. She managed to even force the Emperor to resign for his second daughter, the niece of Iemitsu, finalizing her consolidation of power under him and thus under her.

Personality: Kindly, benevolent, and caring. A manipulatively cunning individual who controls absolutely everything she can get even a single nail on, with all the best intentions for everyone, especially herself. She prefers to never get her hands dirty but certainly can if things go wrong. Her wish is to return to her glory days and push it even more.

Relationships:

Jorugumo: "I wonder, do your webs secure emperors well?"

Parvati: "Oh, my other self. Greetings."

Ennigaldi: "Oh, Hi, hello, you need some good support, I'll help, you in?"

Kama: "The corrupter again. I forgive you, though. Let's work together this time."

Dahut: "Very different key, huh."

creators notes: thought i posted this alreday but apparently not

[Skull]

Huh, we were just talking about how Erik got shafted in FGO and that we needed more Gunnhild the other day on the Discord. Nice to see this!

What can I say, I must be psychic.

But yes, at the risk of being spicy, I will say that I was somewhat disappointed with Lost Einherjar's roster. Having SPOILERBaba Yaga as the Caster Class randomly instead of someone like Gunnhildr was a wasted oppurtunity IMO.

[Dragolord09]

SNIP

Just as a reminder for future sheets: When posting an image from a Wiki/Fandom-type site, you have to change the "static" part of the address string to "vignette" for the image to come through okay.

[Baron Magnus]

I dedicate this sheet to FactorySmoke who demanded a Pretender.

Enjoy Grand Pretender FactorySmoke.

What does immortality mean?

Is it to live forever?

That's already the norm through reincarnation.

Perhaps then you mean your consciousness?

That's easy, just write.

What do you mean when you say you want immortality?

I know what I want.

I want my soul to survive.

Not merely reincarnation. Not a legend, not a body.

I want to travel the eras and see what they were made of. I want to be able to observe humanity for as long as I please!

Then, when I've had my fill, I want to quietly go to sleep.

That is my view of immortality.

The question is though is that possible? Is there any means we can utilize to achieve such immortality?

....

Well.

I never found it.

My cult though.... well. See for yourself.




Tiamatnightmare, Zerochan

Name
Comte de Saint Germaine

Class
Pretender
(Grand)

Alignment
Neutral

Height/Weight
6'6/197

Region
Europe

Source
Historical Fact

Alternate Classes
Caster, Faker, Watcher, Binder

Parameters

Strength	Endurance	Agility
EX	EX	EX
Mana	Luck	Noble Phantasm
EX	EX	EX

History
Hmmmm.

My tale.

Yes.

Well to start, I can't really tell you what the truth is. I'm not actually Saint Germaine. No, no, the saint graph 'belongs' to him. Ultimately though i'm not myself. I'm an identity crafted to fill in the idea of 'Saint Germaine' as a 'Grand Pretender'... see? Even the designation is fake. After all...

There can be no Grand class container for Pretenders.

The class, itself after all, is fraudulent.

However that doesn't mean he didn't exist.

There are certainly traces of a real noble who was the Saint Germaine.

Letters between nobles discussing their encounters, meetings between kings discussing the man himself, nevermind that critic that met and hated Germaine. There are many traces of him in mystery yet there is quite literally nothing pointing to what his true identity was.

For all we know, he was the inspiration for Arsene Lupin and a real life variant.

Who knows?

It is, after all, a mystery....

Perhaps the most unsolvable mystery in the world.

Class Skills
Syncretism
EX

An advanced form of Camouflage.

Not merely appearing altering their saint graphs statistics to appear as another servant, this skill allows Pretender to become another servant. While more limited than Camouflage due to the requirement that any servant they become is connected to them through the act of Syncretism in myth, it is still a more powerful variant overall.

In his specific case it is indeed simply an overwhelming boon.

This is because of his title as 'Aesthetic Master' which grants him a particular privilege with this saint graph in that he is automatically connected to specific individuals even though there is quite literally no mythological basis. It is because of another reason entirely.

Theosophy.

Cults studying it named him an Aesthetic Master and began to make connections between him and ancient figures of the past. These connections spread and while academia rejects these findings, it is popular in occultism for him to be associated at least tangentially to these figures.

These figures are: Atlantean high priest Marcarius, Atlantean Governess Adele, Samuel, Hesiod, Plato, Joseph, Alban, Proclus, Merlin, Roger Bacon, Christian Rozenkruez, Christopher Columbus, and Francis Bacon.

He can become any of the servants and utilize their skills and abilities as his own.

There are only two downsides.

First; his mana upkeep changes to match the upkeep costs of the servant he's become which dependent on the servant can be rather extreme. Secondly; servants with identification skills will not identify him as 'Saint Germaine' but if they make a successful check will know he is not who he claims to be.

Additionally, Helena Blavatsky will immediately recognize who he is automatically without a check.

Item Construction
EX

He was thought by many to not possess any actual talent as a magus but did publish a book on Alchemy teaching genuine techniques and methodologies possessed by actual, if run-of-the-mill, alchemists. So he should have this skill at a high rank.

Yet due to various factors, he actually has it restricted yet enhanced.

He can create any item he professed talent in creating such as the cure-all tonic Panacea or diamonds from water.

Personal Skills
Aesthetic Master
A+

The highest rank of practioner within Theospy Magecraft.

A type of magecraft that attempts to utilize Mahatma. That is attempting to connect to a master dwelling in the root and utilizing their guidance and skills for their own ends. In practice this essentially allows the mage to simply utilize any foundation for their spells, losing only some power in exchange for this flexibility and mobility.

At least, for non-masters.

As a master he practices very differently.

He loses no power when he casts spells and he can utilize any foundation to cast a spell. Further he can also utilize different schools for different spells allowing him to add effects to even the most basic and basics in terms of spellcraft.

As an example he could utilize Elementalism for 'Reinforcement' to fill a limb with elemental energy.

Wonder

A skill derived from his title as 'the Wonderman' given to him by a critic that he took in stride and made his own.

It is not quite Charisma but infinitely approaching it. He cannot make others believe his claims or respect his words nor can he brainwash masses with a rousing speech. Yet, this skill instead leads others through the normal methods of Charisma that he believes what he says.

That is in spite of his lies others are charmed by him and respect him because he has the air that he genuinely believes in his own talents and that he can do what he claims he says he can.

Seventh Ray
EX

Magic of Civilization or Freedom of God.

Depending on the system, the Seventh Ray of Theospian belief represents on of them... yet naturally he claims both as his.

To this end all spells he casts utilize formalcraft principles, that is only atmospheric mana is used, and he always succeeds casting a spell regardless of the mistakes he makes without losing any of the spells effectivness. He could only utilize a single chant for what should be a ten chant spell and the spell will still cast at full power.

In other words, in spellcasting he is never punished for his mistakes through this skill.

Personality

He comes across as genuine.

In his mannerisms, his demeanor, his tone.

He seems to always be at all times genuine. To an extent this is because of his skill 'Wonder'. However to an extent it is how he is. He tells great lies, near constantly, but genuinely believes he can do and tries to even to his detriment.

It is notable that in life he was consider a fraud by everyone.

Yet no one truly hated him.

In fact he was well-respected and even admired and loved.

Despite the possibility of him being a peasant who became a count by means of lies.

To this end this servant continues the lies.

Even if he realizes he is lying, he will not stop simply because he believes he can make those lies truth.

Perhaps it is because this idea, making lies into truth, is a glimmer of truth to the identity of Saint Germaine.

Interactions
Master
Bond 0
Greetings, master! You have roused the attentions of none other than Merlin himself! Be amazed by my great and mysterious powers!

You can't be Merlin. I've met him and he can't be summoned normally.

Eh? Really?... Ah, I meant Plato of course. That was but a test!

Master
Bond 5
Hmmm. Let's see you figured out Plato, Merlin, and Marcurious... and now Adele. Well. Have you figured it out? No? Well you still have time. So a simple challenge. Figure out my true identity, master, and I'll give you a reward. Failure? Nothing. I do not punish failure for in failure you learn... that itself is valuable, no?

Master
Bond 10
Hmm. So you have an answer... and it only took three more. Hesiod, Christian Rozenkruz, and Francis Bacon. Then, master, what is your answer?

There is only one person you could be, between those identities.

You are Saint Germaine.

...

Yes master. Correct.

Well then here. I prepared this letter for you. It contains a secret power. Open and read it in your darkest hour. When you feel at your lowest, it will brighten and banish the darkness. Now, if you'll excuse me... I have taught you all I can, master.

Samuel
Hm. Samuel, the famous prophet who annointed King Saul and began the kingdom of the Israelites. I cannot say my talent is anywhere near his... after all, he can use a sword and I cannot!

Plato
Well now, aren't you quite the eccentric fellow? I debate too you know. I'm not very good at it though. I always end up convinced of the other sides point... say, mind giving me pointers on how to debate better?

Merlin
Oh! The real mage of flowers! Ha! You were telling the truth about knowing him! Well I feel a right fool for doubting you.... tell me, is my dress alright? what about my hair? are my wrinkes showing?

Christopher Columbus
Pioneering merchant of vistas unknown. I heard last you were in the spice trade. Tell me, did you ever change business? I heard in your time it remained rather lucrative. If not, I do have some thing I need help getting and thought you'd be good for it, seeing your worldly knowledge and all.

Noble Phantasm

Simplement Humain

I Am

Type
Anti-World
(Self)

Rank
EX

He is a man of mystery.

In life no one knew his true origins. Even in the future his mystery will remain. The outrageous claims he made remain simply claims. It is unknown if they were truth or lies. Comte de Saint Germaine, because of this, will always remain a mysterious figure in history.

This noble phantasm however represents a self-evident truth regardless of the telling. Something that even the most ardent zealots of Theosphy profess.

Thanks to this noble phantasm, of which is always active, he retains the effects of Independent Action and Pioneer of the Stars at EX rank despite not properly qualifying for either skill. They are in essence always active. Additionally his saint graph registers as 'human' so long as he is not under the effects of Syncretism and his parameters match the parameters a normal human man in his mid-thirties of average health would have.

Despite these effects always being active, the mana upkeep for him does not rise. In fact barring utilizing Syncretism he does not have a mana upkeep to maintain.

This is because of the truth that the noble phantasm represents.

He is only human.

[BnEl15]

Top level creator's notes

Hoo boy. Allow me to preface this by saying that this sheet is disturbing. I'm not kidding. I didn't mean to go so hard on the edge, but, uh... things happened. Trigger warnings for extremely toxic love/red flags similar to the ones you might see in abusive relationships, self-harm, body horror, and mild gore to top it off. My God, what cursed sheet have I wrought into this world?

Inherited Grief Saga

[Episode 1 - Proof of Eternity]

[Episode 2 - Proof of Conquest]

[Episode 3 - Proof of Attachment]

Binder of Gruesome Assimilation
-- Love Tempered Through Dismemberment --

"'Master', 'Servant'... apologies, but such terms do not sit right with me. You are to be my new retainer. That is the only role I shall bestow upon you for the moment. Ah, but worry not. I am known to treat my retainers very well. They have nothing but words of praise for me. So long as you are willing to dedicate yourself to me, and offer up your everything for my sake, I shall love you in turn. I am Shah Shuja Durrani, Fifth Emir of the Durrani Empire. I have manifested under the Class of Binder, embodying my all-encompassing love for my subjects. Be grateful for the honor of fighting by my side."
~ ♬ ~


Source

"There is but one rule you must follow as my retainer; surrender your all to me. That is all. Entrust everything to me and do only as you're told. There is no need for you to ask questions or burden yourself with matters beyond your control. Haha, in a way, isn't that just liberating, for someone who's struggled for so long? All you need do is remember your place and obey. So long as you can do that much, I promise that you too are worthy of receiving my love. Do I make myself clear? I hope my trust in you is not misplaced. Otherwise... let's hope you never have to find out, yes?"

Class: Binder
Other Classes: Berserker, Avenger, Beast (?)
True Name: Shah Shuja Durrani
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Origin: Afghanistan (18th century)

Parameters:

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

Likes:

Himself

His people

, sharing his love, luxurious jewelries
Dislikes: Those who try to take away his belongings, uncooperative people, not being in control
Talent: Dismemberment, torture
Natural Enemy: Ranjit Singh
Armament: Sword
Catalyst: Mummified remnants of several human organs

Class Skills

Binding and Fettering (B++)

The Skill to establish a network of connections with oneself as a focal point. His ability to redistribute buffs, drain magical energy, and reduce parameters are highly effective, but they are one-sided in nature. They can only be used to empower himself. He can take buffs from allies to strengthen himself. He can absorb their magical energy to rejuvenate himself. He can rearrange their parameters temporarily to serve him better. All these abilities are enhanced even further when his Noble Phantasm is active. However, all of this are fundamentally motivated by the act of "taking". He would never "give", and what need is there for him to do so? His survival is their survival. His victories are their victories. That is all that matters.

"Nonsense, I gave them plenty. What greater honor is there than dedicating their lives to me? They are as important to me as the blood that flows in my veins. Therefore, as an extension of 'me', my happiness is their happiness, and my victories are their victories. That is the natural purpose of a 'king'; to serve as a representative of all their people. Truly, I wonder how some could be so blind to such an obvious fact."

Magic Resistance (B+)

Cancels spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by greater magecraft and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for him to be affected. Despite seemingly having little contact with magecraft throughout his lifetime, in truth he had built up a type of natural immunity to them due to his prolonged exposure to the centuries worth of curses and dormant magical energy imbued within the Koh-i-Noor, which he proudly wore as a bracelet for several years. He is especially resistant to curses.

"Ah, the Koh-i-Noor... a fine piece of jewelry. Did you know I was the first individual known for wearing the stone in public? My grandfather took it from the corpse of the Ashfarid dynasty and it had been in my family's possession ever since. I was the first to figure out that the stone had better use than rotting in the treasury. I wore it everywhere... until that bastard Ranjit dared to take it. No one takes what is rightfully mine. No one. I ought to cut off his hand if I were to meet him again. A simple reminder not to take things that aren't his."

Independent Action (B)

It is possible for Binder to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage.

"The joys of independence are short-lived. Once the ecstasy wears off, you are left drowning under the weight of your own decisions and regrets. I have decided to spare my people from that burden. I have granted them freedom from choice, and they couldn't be happier. Every choice, every difficult decision that could otherwise paralyze any lesser men, I shall make them in their stead. Aren't I such a responsible leader?"

Personal Skills

Tyrant's Doctrine of Love (A+)

During his time in exile, Shuja indulged his cruelty by removing the noses, ears, tongues, and genitals of his courtiers and slaves when they displeased him in the slightest. When the American adventurer Dr. Josiah Harlan visited Shuja's court in exile, he noted that all of Shuja's courtiers and slaves were missing some part of their bodies as all had in some way displeased their master at some point along the line — and yet they were all slavishly devoted to him — as Harlan noted that there was an "earless assemblage of mutes and eunuchs in the ex-king's service".

A combination of Charisma, Silver Tongue, and Sadistic Constitution representing Binder's twisted brand of affection. A madman who treats the recipients of his love as little more than mere property, if not playthings to abuse. To him, love is 「pain」, and it is only by inflicting these gruesome acts upon his people that they can be reminded that they are his and his alone. And yet, despite the objectively terrible ways he treated his people, most of them still remained single-mindedly loyal to him. Even if he without his presence, his subjects would willingly engage in self-mutilation to atone for any perceived "transgression" they may have committed. Thus, his true strength lies not in inflicting pain or getting others to fight for him, but in indoctrinating others to accept his deranged philosophy by assessing their characters and exploiting any weaknesses or insecurities they may have, and gradually molding them into another unthinking toy for him to play with.

At first this is a completely positive Skill, but the longer Binder stays in battle, the more his abusive and bloodthirsty disposition grows, causing him to lose his usual composure. The more he attacks, the stronger he becomes, but the more his defensive abilities drop as well. Furthermore, the more「pain」is inflicted on his followers, the more Binder's own Mental Pollution rubs off on them, strengthening their will to fight and combat potential at the cost of making them even more fanatically devoted to their master. Disturbingly, this effect is enhanced even further when the pain is inflicted by Binder himself. For their king's sake, his people would happily eviscerate themselves or even throw their lives away in suicide attacks without a hint of hesitation. Finally, individuals who had pledged themselves under Binder's flag will receive a black mark on a random body part of theirs. For some, it might be on one ear. Others on the nose, eyes, lips, or sometimes even entire torsos and limbs. The purpose of these marks is related to his Noble Phantasm, which is no less terrifying.

Such is the tyrant's doctrine of love; an ever-growing system of wires that threaten to drag and assimilate everyone into himself.

"Answer me this; do you know what it is that every human desires in the deepest corner of their hearts? Glory? Riches? Hope? Self-determination? Such misguided answers, all of them. The answer is much more obvious than you realize! It is a place to belong. Why do people seek glory and riches? So that they would not need to worry about their livelihoods. And hope is but an extra condiment to that. Self-determination? As I said before, once the initial euphoria wears off, you're left confronted by the weight of your own decisions. The more freedom you take into your own hands, the heavier the price on your conscience will be once they catch up with you. I simply provided them with a home. A chance to dedicate their lives as part of a greater whole. There is no need for them to think or feel. Once they have surrendered everything to me, they are truly free from the pains and sorrows of life. Even the amputations are nothing more than... let's say practice, in order to get them to discard their attachments on anything other than myself. All they need to do is obey."
*Several wraiths appear behind him, each holding one unbroken finger with the other hand*
*Binder claps his hands once*
*CRACK!*
"There, just like that. Not a single thought necessary, other than their love for me. Wonderful, is it not?"

Mental Pollution (A)

An unshakeable ego incapable of seeing his actions as anything but the purest of love. Binder could shrug off most mind games and mental interference magecraft, simply due to the insistence that "he alone is correct". Even as his visitors looked upon his court in horror, as the British regretted putting him back in power knowing the atrocities he committed, as his own people grew fearful and resentful of his very name... the Durrani Emir continued to indulge in his own madness, paying no mind to any other voice but his own.

"Look at them. Naught a want in this world aside from servitude. I know my people better than anyone. They exist only to fight for me, to bleed for me, and to break for me. Ask any one of them, and they would agree wholeheartedly. Therefore, I have no need for any voice to argue otherwise. Still, it's not as though I resent them. They are only misguided, blind to my love, but not beyond salvation. They too deserve to find that sense of joy and purpose in fighting for a cause greater than themselves. Naturally, you are not excluded from the people I wish to love. Kneel. Know your place. Pledge yourself to me. And you too can become like them. Care to give it a try, 'Master'?"

Mutilated Procession (E+++)

The Expedition of Shuja ul-Mulk, January 1833-July 1834. In order to reclaim his throne, Binder set out on several campaigns against the Barakzai dynasty of Afghanistan. Supported by the British Empire and the East India Company, he marched towards Kandahar with roughly 80,000 men, against the Barakzai's greatly inferior numbers (records mentioned little more than 20,000 though only about 3,000 were engaged). The expedition was a great success at first. However, it failed miserably in its final stages despite Binder's superior forces. The city of Kandahar was well-fortified and when Binder ordered his troops to scale its wall using ladders, only for them to be pelted with stones and spears. Worse, the troops also found themselves on the receiving end of a pincer formation, where those who had yet to scale the ladders were further picked off in small, yet unrelenting skirmishes. And yet, Binder continued to insist on this doomed strategy; scale the ladders, and stave off the skirmishes, knowing both these measures are doomed to send his own men to their deaths. Throughout this ordeal, whether out of fear, love, or fanaticism, none dared to question this strategy. Binder only retreated when one of the enemy commanders confronted him directly and came dangerously close to taking his life.

At first glance a typical army-summoning ability. However, combined with his own people's mad devotion and willingness to die for him en masse, Binder has warped this Skill into something else entirely. Most, if not all of the wraiths he summons through this Skill are missing some parts of their bodies, whether due to battle wounds or Binder's own habit of mutilating his own subjects to sate his whims (in fact, most of it is probably the latter). Very few of these wraiths are actual combatants. Most of them are so exceedingly weak that normal humans have a good chance of taking them down on their own. However, in exchange for this weakness... they are extremely cost-efficient. Binder could summon dozens, if not hundreds of them without breaking a sweat. Of course, most of them would go down in one hit against another Servant, or even most combat-experienced mages, but they are highly effective for the sake of overwhelming the foe through sheer numbers (i.e. dogpiling on them or holding them down long enough for Binder to land a good hit on them).

A very simple, yet utterly messed-up Skill representing the philosophy of "If a problem can't be solved through manpower alone, that just means you're not throwing enough men at it".

"First comes pain. Then comes fear. You ought to start with pain. Fear won't work if you haven't given them reason. Take a finger or two. An ear, maybe. Or even a limb if you really feel like it. But keep them conscious enough to keep the fear alive. That is how I instill discipline among my men. After all, discipline, too, is but another facet of love. They would fall, but they would do so happily, knowing their lives are well-spent for the sake of the empire. It falls to me to educate my subjects on this lesson, like a father educating his children on the ways of the world. Hehe, yes, I am doing this purely for their sake."

Noble Phantasm(s)

Blood Spilled as One
Khewn Durrani

"What's the matter? Afraid of taking a few necessary sacrifices? This is why you are weak and I am not. Please don't pay them any mind. Your only target is me, yes? Then try your hardest to kill me. These people are ready to lay down their lives for my sake. The least you can do is give them a death worth celebrating."

Type: Anti-Army (Self)
Rank: B+
Range: -
Max Targets: 500

A constantly active Noble Phantasm that protects Binder from all harm. No matter how powerful the attack that struck him, he will be able to emerge unscathed... or so it may seem. One might wonder if it's a form of causality manipulation or conceptual invincibility, but the truth is much simpler than that. Any damage he receives is automatically redirected to his followers, who bore the black mark from Tyrant's Doctrine of Love. After all, "to attack Binder is to spill his blood", and following his own philosophy of "assimilating into a greater whole", his followers serve as "the blood of the Durrani empire". Therefore, the more he is allowed to spread his influence, the more he entrenches himself in the world in which he is summoned in, the more formidable he becomes. Meanwhile, his enemies are forced to indirectly butcher dozens upon dozens of "hostages" just to inflict even the tiniest amount of damage to him. This is made even worse due to the effects of Tyrant's Doctrine of Love, creating a feedback loop that makes them even more frenzied and fanatically devoted to their master the more pain they receive.

There are only two ways to circumvent this; the first is to nullify the effects of Tyrant's Doctrine of Love, freeing his "subjects" from the brainwashing effect and erasing the black marks. The second is to damage him using an ability that conceptually isolates him from the rest of his "kingdom", akin to crushing a person's heart while leaving the rest of their body perfectly intact.

Lightless Jewel of Thousandfold Misfortune
Koh-i-Noor

"Enough. With this, I bestow upon you the honor of witnessing the true might of the Durrani empire. Like this pitch-black diamond on my wrist, you are all of priceless value to me. Now, let us become one. There will be neither resentment nor discord. Entrust your all to me. Hehe... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
~ ♬ ~

Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Rank: EX
Range: -
Max Targets: -

The fabled "Mountain of Light". One of the most cursed jewels in all of history, said to bring death, despair and misfortunes abound to all who owned it. While Binder was but one of its many wielders, he was the first to wield the stone as a symbol of power, wearing it in public as a bracelet, representing his right to rule. Simply put, he "assimilated" the stone into himself, treating it as an extension of himself in order to legitimize his own power. This is no different from the way he treated his own subjects; mere extensions to his own will. Their strengths are his own. Their voices are his own. Every part of their beings are his own, to fight and to break at his whims. Thus, this Noble Phantasm takes this wared mindset into its extreme conclusion.

Upon its activation, Binder's bracelet shines an ominous purple, before releasing a dark, sticky liquid at every direction. At the same time, any "marked" organs within his surroundings are brutally severed from their owners and gruesomely "stitched" into Binder's own body using this liquid. Both the courtiers he mutilated in life, and the followers he amassed throughout his summoning, their organs- eyes, ears, mouths, and limbs, among others, as well as their armaments in some cases- are incorporated into his body, making him a true "Binder" in the most literal, most grotesque sense of the word. Thus, the Durrani Emir is reborn in a new form.

Eyes that grant him also zero blind spots. Ears that would not miss the slightest sound. Mouths that allow him to mimic the voices of their original owners, as well as project these voices from different directions to confuse and disorient his prey. Arms equipped with different armaments, ready to crush any foe. Should he manage to assimilate an enemy Servant or mage using the same technique, he would also gain access to some of their Skills or abilities. Binder can modify his appearance in this form to a certain extent, though given how much different essences and bodily organs he's absorbed, the end results would probably be just as inhumanly unsettling.

An active Noble Phantasm that exchanges Binder's damage-redirecting Noble Phantasm for a temporary state of "complete assimilation". It shuts off every other instinct in this patchwork monster but Binder's own. However, that is also where this Noble Phantasm's greatest weakness lies. The longer he maintains this form, the more these organs would regain their individuality. And they all reject him, hard. As each organ regains their individuality, the more his control over them would weaken. He would suffer increasingly worse effects of complete sensory overload, while some of the limbs of his old retainers would go so far as to stab the main body repeatedly in a frantic attempt to sabotage him using any means necessary.

Ultimately, an utterly terrifying, yet double-edged blade that grows sharper and more dangerous the longer he maintains it.

Assimilated form (jumpscare warning)

Lore

The fifth Emir of the Durrani empire. He ruled twice, from 1803 to 1809, and again from 1839 to 1842.

Born as the third son to the second Emir Timur Shah, Shuja was no stranger to violence and power struggles ever since his youth. His father appointed him as governor of Herat and Peshwar in 1898, at age 13, but following his father's passing, he contended for the throne against his two brothers. The eldest son Zaman deposed and blinded by the second, Mahmud, to prevent him from ever reclaiming power. Mahmud ruled for a mere two years before Shuja overthrew him in turn, depriving him of all his land and riches. Finally, the young prince formally ascended the throne on 1803, at age 18.

As the new king of Afghanistan, one of Shuja's most important policies was to ally the kingdom with British India. He opened trade routes and allowed diplomatic missions, earning him praise from both political ambassadors and business associates. During this time, he was known for dressing lavishly, most famously wearing the Koh-i-Noor as a bracelet during public appearances and ceremonial events. Unfortunately, hiss first reign ended in June 1809, when Mahmud returned with an army to overthrow him. Defeated in battle, he was exiled to the Punjab, and then Kashmir. When Kashmir was attacked by the army of Ranjit Singh, who had allied themselves with Mahmud, Shuja was taken prisoner and was forced to give up the Koh-i-Noor in exchange for his freedom.

Shuja spent the next years of his exile in Ludhiana, Punjab, still served by a large number of courtiers and soldiers loyal to him despite his official status as a mere ex-king. He also remained in good terms with the East India Company, who gave him regular pensions to sustain his lifestyle. It was also here that he began amassing rumors of his utterly inhumane treatment of his slaves and courtiers. The American adventurer Dr. Josiah Harlan visited him during one of his many trips, and despite witnessing his cruelty firsthand, he remained convinced of Shuja's ability to rule as king, pragmatically speaking. Thus, the adventurer convinced him to launch an invasion of Afghanistanto reclaim his crown. Shuja happily agreed and appointed Harlan as one of his chief commanders (despite the man having very little military experience). Harlan had a tailor sew up an American flag, which Harlan hoisted up in Ludhiana, and started to recruit mercenaries for the invasion of Afghanistan, suggesting that he was working for the U.S. government (which he was not). Thus, the ex-king and the intrepid adventurer embarked together on their expedition... a terrible decision that Harlan would later regret. As the conflict raged on, he grew increasingly disillusioned by the ex-king, writing him as "A wayward tyrant, inflexible in moods, vindictive in his enmities, faithless in his attachments, unnatural in his affections. He remembered his misfortunes only to avenge them".

Over the next few years, Shuja launched several campaigns against the Principality of Kandahar and the Barakzai dynasty, led by one Dost Mohammad Khan. Aside from his own subjects and mercenaries, the Durrani flag also received assistance from the British government, the East India Company, and the Sikhs led by Ranjit Singh, who had changed his alliances. The Expedition of Shuja ul-Mulk failed horribly at its final stages, but despite the massive amount of casualties, the invaders eventually succeeded. The fighting died down in 1838, Dost Mohammad Khan was exiled, and the Shuja reclaimed his throne in 1839.

Initially, the British believed that the people of Afghanistan would welcome Shuja back as their rightful ruler. Combined with his prior pro-British policies, they also expected better long-term partnership in the region. However, by that time, very few people in Afghanistan could remember his time as king, and those who did only remembered him as a cruel, tyrannical ruler and absolutely hated him. Shuja himself grew increasingly paranoid and cruel at this reception. During one march, the British camp was attacked by a group of soldiers, of which 50 was captured. When these soldiers were brought before Shuja, he initially only planned to keep them prisoner, but when one of them pulled a knife and accidentally stabbed one of his ministers to death, the king immediately flew into a rage, ordering all fifty of them to be beheaded. For the next few hours, the British could only stare in horror as they heard the shrill, despairing cries of the prisoners as they were executed one by one.

He did not treat his people any better. In his paranoia, he considered his own people "dogs" who needed to be taught, how to be obedient to their master. He spent his time exacting bloody vengeance on those Afghans whom he felt had betrayed him, making him extremely unpopular with his people. He shut himself in the fortress of Bala Hissar, Kabul, only to be assassinated in April 1842. Thus ended the story of Shah Shuja Durrani; a king who distributed his twisted love upon the populace, only to rightfully receive none in return.

Description

Likes:
"I love my people, just as any king should. A king without their people is like a head without a body, while people without a king is but a body without a head. Now, imagine something as simple as walking; putting one foot in front of the other. Imagine your brain sending signals to your leg to do just that, and the leg just... refuses. That would be quite troublesome, wouldn't you think so? That's why discipline is necessary. I can bring everyone to greatness, or failing that, even if they were to fall in service of the empire, I could ensure their families are well taken care of. My only condition is that they put their faith in me to the fullest. It's a wonder how some people cannot even accomplish that much. What a pity..."

Dislikes:
"Thieves. Those who take things that don't belong to them. Ranjit was an example, sure, but now that I think about it, the Koh-i-Noor was just a fancy piece of rock. Good to have as a symbol of my sovereignity, and I would still have to punish the man the next time I see him, but ultimately something I could live without. The one I hated more was that nameless cur who dared to take my poor minister away from me. For such a minor figure whose name I couldn't even bother to remember, he really should have known his place. My people are mine. Only I can hurt or break them like that. Their scars can only come from me and no one else. Even then, I'd never do something as barbaric as killing my own people. To overstep that boundary is an insult not just to me, but the entire Durrani empire, and look what happened to that poor fellow. 49 people died completely pointless deaths that could have been avoided had he just respected the rules more. I saved him for last, you know? Made him watch. Even in his final hours, he needed to learn that his actions had consequences, and that their blood was on his hands alone. Really, I could have killed him first on instinct, but I was kind enough to hold my temper and let him leave this world with one last lesson on common courtesy in mind. Merciful, aren't I?"

Wish:
"Hm, now that I've had some time to reflect on my actions, I realized something important. Everyone deserves a second chance, don't they? Near the end of my life, my people may be misguided, or blind towards the way I express my love, but I should not resent them for any of that. They were just... clueless, and lashing out on them would be the same as a father hitting his infant child for not knowing right from wrong. So, through the power of the Grail, I would like to make peace with them. Offer them one more chance. To apologize for their ignorance. Of course, any parent must discipline their children where necessary, so they must still undergo the necessary penance- that is, perhaps a finger or two-, but afterwards, I would welcome them once again with open arms. And afterwards, we shall realize our dream and expand the borders of the Durrani empire far beyond what it was back then. Of course, you are not excluded from the list of people I'd like to share my love with as well. So, how about it? Care to become mine, just like all the others..?"

Relationships

Proof of Eternity

Shah Jahan

(BnEl15):
"The king of the white fortress... a jewel as beautiful as the Koh-i-Noor has better uses than a mere decoration on your private funeral, but I digress. Your love was a beautiful sight to behold, and how you eventually learned to channel that for the sake of your people... tell me something; did you succeed? Did you truly manage to love the world just as your beloved did?"

Proof of Conquest

Nader Shah

(Scotcheroos):
"You feel nothing, king of the Ashfarids? Really? Nothing at all? Hahaha, that's a good joke! Your men were ready to perish in droves for your sake, and you so readily granted them that exact opportunity for them! Is that not a form of love!? And what happened with your son, that too was nothing more than love! You could have killed him on the spot, but you didn't! Because you wanted to show him discipline, and you wanted him to learn and grow from his mistakes! Trust me, I would have done the same in your place. Ah, but what if your son truly was framed this whole time? Then you hunt down the person responsible and teach them about the consequences for doing so. Take a limb or two or three, but spare their life, in all your magnanimity. Let them truly absorb the lesson you're trying to teach them. For that, too, is love. Now, enough with that senseless notion of 'emptiness'. You are a king who loves your people like any other, and you have my utmost respect!"

Proof of Origins

???

:
"The curse of the Koh-i-Noor, so they all began with you. The stone accompanied your rise to power, before orchestrating your downfall... is that how you want the world to see it? Hehe, do you want the world to pity you so badly? A good ruler takes full accountability for both their triumphs and failures. The stone is but a fancy piece of jewelry, while your people looked only to you for directions. Therefore, the only person responsible for your victories and defeats is you and no one else. Learn to acknowledge that much, at least. Hm? Me? What about me? The only reason I've never did that sort of self-reflection is because I'd never so much as lost a single battle. I made a tactical retreat during Mahmud's little coup, and Kandahar was nothing more than a minor setback when I ended up conquering the region anyway. See? I am smart enough to take accountability for my victories and blame no one when I needed to make unforeseen adjustments to my plans."

Proof of Coveting

Ranjit Singh

:
"Ranjit, old friend! How I've longed for this reunion! My apologies, after my throne was restored to me, I was too busy with... internal affairs to reward you properly for your services. Well, come here. I have a medal with your name on it. There. On top of that, would you be willing to join my court? Consider the offer, as I valued your counsel during our time fighting on the same side."
...
"Ah, but it won't be that easy now, will it? I am serious about my offer, but you must first face your overdue penance before you earn the right to join my entourage. Take this dagger. Let's see... an arm, no, just a palm should do. I am far too merciful for you, after all. Every time you see that stump, you would remember not to take things that aren't yours. So, how about it? Would you rather do it yourself, or let my attendants do it for you? You just have to hold out your hand and close your eyes for a moment..."

Proof of Defiance

???

:
"Ugh, this overwhelming concentration of curses... so that's how it is. Hehe, hahahaha! Impressive! You are way in over your head, o' Prince of the west! You bit off far more than you could chew, and your body could fall apart at any moment! And yet, you stubbornly insisted on holding on to that damned stone! That determination to take fate into your own hands as part of some... noble, sacrificial move that no one would even remember is a sight to behold! I'd say you are horribly misguided, or you have your priorities all wrong, but seeing you struggle and claw your way out of that doomed fate alone gives me a great source of entertainment! So please, by all means! Fight on! I pray that your love would bear fruit!"

Proof of Journey

???

:
"Another legendary emperor who wielded the cursed jewel... wait, are you? You're... certainly not what I expected. Not to mention, something is off... ugh, forget it. I can't even make heads or tails of this at the moment."

Josiah Harlan:
"Mr. Harlan! A pleasure to see you again! I wonder, where did your journey take you after we parted ways? You told me once that you wanted to become king yourself, yes? Like, who was it again... that Alexander fellow, was it? The Dhu al-Qarnayn? Then, what better opportunity is there for you than to serve under me once again? Come now, I'll teach you everything you need to know, and once you are prepared to take on that burden, you can serve as king of a vassal kingdom under my own! Quite the lucrative agreement, if I do say so myself! Just... oh? What's the matter? Come closer, now. It won't do for a future king to avert his eyes from the tiniest hint of bloodshed. This is exactly what you wanted, is it not? Yes, perhaps this ought to be our first lesson for today; do not look away."

Pope Alexander VI (BnEl15):
"So you've managed to bind their hearts as well... not bad at all. I would like to have you on my side, and as for your 'admission fee', hmm... ah, how about an eye? Just one should be enough. For someone who believes himself to be some kind of all-seeing mastermind with his connections, this should be only fair that I take this. A reminder that there are still some things beyond your sight. But worry not. So long as you devote yourself to me, that hint of weakness is nothing we can't handle."

Ptolemy I Soter = Serapis (BnEl15):
"Ah, I see now! Bind their very gods to you! Why couldn't I think of that sooner!? That way, every prayer, every hint of culture, every aspect of their lives are intertwined to you, whether they realize it or not! Your will is the will of the heavens themselves! What a brilliant idea!"

"Alice in Wonderland" (Random):
"Ahaha, I too am but a pure-hearted ruler with noble dreams pertaining to the betterment of my people! A dreamer with the noblest of intentions! How about it, child of forsaken dreams? Care to assess my so-called 'Alice value'? Try and take what you want from me, and I shall take a piece of you in return. Let's see... oh, there's so many options to pick I don't even know where to start!"

Silvius Brabo (Frigix):
"Hehe, interesting Noble Phantasm you have there. I'd love to have your hand for myself. The hand of a gaint-slayer who emerged victorious despite insurmountable odds! Who wouldn't admire such determination?"

Bond CE

A Crown of Blood

An ornamental Persian dagger.
You notice small hints of rust and blood on some parts of it, but it's probably best not to mention those.

"Pay it no mind. This used to belong to one of my ministers, but due to one thing or another, he is no longer able to use it. Consider it a gift."

Now come here. Closer.
I will not ask you to cut off an ear as proof of your loyalty or anything like that. Not yet, at least.
I simply wish to teach you another lesson. Indulge me, won't you?

Press your fingertip on the blade. Don't close your eyes, now. Yes, just like that.
Look at the blood as it falls to the ground, one drop at a time. Relish the sensation.

Drip... drip... drip...
With every heartbeat, blood continues to circulate through your veins.
Blood does not stop flowing just because it's afraid to spill.
If anything, the fact that your blood yet spills is proof that you are alive.

Kingship is the same, in principle.
Visualize every drop of blood to be a single soldier fighting for your cause, and it all becomes clear.

So long as blood still falls whenever you cut your finger upon, you are undeniably alive.
So long as you still have men willing to bleed at your every whim, you are undeniably king.
Your crown is built upon their blood.
And what a beautiful crown it is!

Creator's notes

Well... haha, this sure was something, huh?

- Are you satisfied, Del? A very literal Binder who stitches other people into himself? And you thought Sutaa's fascist party leader was bad when it comes to indoctrination. Oh, and I didn't forget Independent Action either this time around! How about that!?

- For extra creep factor, when he's in his monster form, unless he specifically focuses on mimicking one voice, he speaks with an unholy amalgamation of voices from all the mouths on his body. Really sells the "assimilation" angle here. All those mouths exist only to speak for him.

- Him getting Caesar-ed by his own limbs (well, his own people's limbs stitched to him, to be exact) would feel like a real karmic death for him, though. As time went on, those limbs gradually regained their individuality, immediately goes "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK GET ME OFF HIM GET ME OFF HIM NOOOOO AAAAAAAAA-", and tries to freaking skewer the main body. That sounds metal af.

- In an earlier concept of his first NP, he's also capable of remotely controlling any marked organs with his mind, from shutting off different senses to moving limbs against their owner's will. Another display of "ownership" from him. But then I figured his damage-redirecting stuff is OP enough, so I scrapped that.

- Unfortunately he wouldn't qualify for the contest right now. Sure, he brutally mutilates his own people with a completely sick definition of love, but he'd never actually kill them. You have to be crazy to kill those you love, after all. Whether that makes it better or worse is up for debate.

- Monster form fc is from Spirit Hunter: Death Mark. A pretty good horror vn with great monster/spirit designs. Didn't expect I could use one of them here.

- As you can see from the top, this is part of a collab series with Scotch. We even brainstormed a pretty crazy Singularity about this, though whether we'd end up actually posting it in the other thread once all the players are here, or if the Singularity will remain a dream is still yet to be determined. Anyway, I don't think I'll be putting the other characters from this series (or at least the ones I'll be doing) in GaS, though I'm definitely doing Ranjit at some point. Feel free to speculate on the identities of the other wielders of the Koh-i-Noor in the meantime. Er, also, the rest are nowhere as edgy as this guy or Nader. Yeah, definitely.

[Skull]

Oh heck, I was not expecting to get jumpscared by the Kannon Soldier when I woke up this morning.

[BnEl15]

Maybe I should put that in a spoiler tag...

Edit:
There, did it for those with less inclinations for jumpscares