Create-A-Servant 3

**Comun** · September 28th, 2022, 04:42 PM

I'm genuinely impressed that wasn't the joke.

**Vididii** · September 28th, 2022, 05:10 PM

Holy shit that wasn't the bit? Goddamn

**DrStein** · September 28th, 2022, 06:11 PM

I really like Gyges.

I think that mechanically, the ring is a little underpowered for what it's supposed to do, but it's an awesome narrative tool and it would make for a great story, either for a protagonist or an ensemble cast.

**Morg van Destro** · September 29th, 2022, 01:24 AM

Originally Posted by DrStein

I think that mechanically, the ring is a little underpowered for what it's supposed to do, but it's an awesome narrative tool and it would make for a great story, either for a protagonist or an ensemble cast.

Don't tempt me. I almost gave him King Crimson's power. Still, right on the money. I often make Servants with the thought of how they'd operate in a story setting, and I almost made the sheet absurdly long to tell a whole one. Just couldn't justify it to myself.

**NailsInYourFeet** · September 29th, 2022, 02:37 AM

Originally Posted by Morg van Destro

Don't tempt me. I almost gave him King Crimson's power.

I mean, I once actually gave a Servant of mine (Franziska Kafka) King Crimson's power, though at least it was without any Epitaph counterpart

**AndrosTC** · September 29th, 2022, 10:35 AM

“Have you ever go to my realm? I'm sure you'll like it, It's a Paradise!”

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--- A R C H E R ---
of the Arcadian Realm

Class: Archer
Alternate Classes: Lancer
True Name: Arcas
Aliases: King of Arcadia
Alignment: Neutral Good
Origin: Greek Mythology
Height/Weight: 160cm / 46kg
Attribute: Earth

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Likes: Hunting
Dislikes: Devastation of Nature
Natural Enemy: Zeus
Armament: Bow and Arrow
Catalyst: A Fossilized Tree Bark from Greek's Age of God

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LORE

OVERVIEW AND EARLY LIFE

Archer's true name is Arcas, the legendary King of Arcadia, he live six generation before the Argonauts and Atalanta. He was ancestor of Atalanta, and the other kings of Arcadia as well. He was the son of Zeus and a nymph Callisto, thus made him a demigod by origin. Hera was jealous of this affair so she turned Callisto into a bear when Arcas was barely three years old.

CHILD-PRINCE OF LYCIA

Arcas' childhood was that of turbulent back-and-forth attempt of Zeus trying to save him from the wrath of Hera. Zeus sent him to the land of Lycia under the lordship of King Lycaon. He was sheltered into the quaint part of the Kingdom under the guardianship of Pleiades, Maia. The Pleiades was the seven companion of the Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis. Thus, Arcas also under tutelage of Maia, able to master the art of the hunt.

Upon being a teenager, Maia sent Arcas to the court of King Lycaon. The King was not so fond of the presence of Arcas. For in his mind, a God-sent boy with divine attribute is nothing but a threat to his throne. Alas, he had no power over the gods and thus had no choice but to accept Arcas under his guardianship. He was suspicious of Arcas and the fact that Arcas seems like just any other ordinary boys, a trait he deemed surprising of an heir of a God.

COURT OF LYCAON

Lycaon was not a good ruler, nor that he's a demon in human form, he's simply a power-hungry man that tried to be on the top of the world. He had sired 50 sons from different women, there are many sons of his who grew up into great leaders and capable successor of the throne. Upon these Game of Thrones, he tried to carefully select his successor. The news of his daughter, Callisto, birthed a demigod son named Arcas, made his effort for a seamless transition of power to be even more rigorous.

Lycaon was a filled with Paranoia. For him, Arcas is nothing but a threat to the throne. As thus, he oftentimes invited all of his sons and grandsons, Arcas included, to prove themselves of their worth. They were told to hunt the wildest of beast of the land, and were given three days to complete the quest. A son of his brought a giant mountain eagle, other hunted a demonic bull, and one of the mightiest warrior had conquered a giant whale. Their hunts are pale in comparison to Arcas, whom able to hunt down and even tame the infamously elusive creature, a whole, living and breathing manticore. The whole court was deeply shocked by how Arcas was able to tame such a beast. Some other sons of Lycaon swear in silence as they were bested by this young, naive lad.

On another event, Lycaon had told all his sons to be married to a maiden, and were given only yet three days to complete the quest. Three days later brought their beautiful wives to the court, all dressed in the most sophisticated of clothes to accentuate their beauty. Some of them married to the local girls, some other to the shrine maidens of the city, and some of them even able to marry daughters of brave soldiers. And then there's Arcas, brought along with him the most esteemed of woman, a girl named Laodamia, whom deeply in love with him. Laodamia was not just some ordinary woman, she was the first daughter of King Amyclas, the king of Sparta. The whole court praise him of his success that now Lycia had better terms with Sparta. Some other fell envious of him to be able to garner such popularity.

LYCAON'S FINAL TEST

When Arcas was praised as the best candidate of the Throne, that even some of Lycaon's own sons to be deeply supportive of Arcas being the new king, Lycaon only grew his paranoia. So, to test him of his worthiness, Lycaon had one idea, an idea of a lunatic, based off of madness. He tried to prove Arcas and his divinity.

So, just like any other tests he gave his heir, now this one final test is to prove is Arcas really a worthy candidate of the throne by simply inviting all of them to his court. A huge feast was made, with wine and beef. A huge hearth was placed immediate to the courtroom for the cooks to immediately serve out-of-oven beef to the table, it was the best of appetite, with the most beautiful of courtiers to serve them all and the best of bards to sang the most melodious of songs.

Upon this huge court party that done the best of atmosphere for all the attendants, Arcas was among of those who tried the lyre, and it was proven that he's also a prodigy in musical art. The whole court was deep in tranquility as Arcas played the lyre.

King Lycaon summoned Arcas to immediately stood in front of the throne. He delightfully obliged and kneel before the King, praised him of his greatness. Lycaon commented how he was flattered to hear such words from Arcas. But, out of everyone's surprise, Lycaon immediately throws Arcas to the burning heath immediate to the court of which the courtiers and cooks used to produce their finest beef.

Everyone was deeply terrified of the King's deeds, of which Lycaon taunted Arcas' supporters that their praised-upon candidate of the throne has now been abandoned by his own father, the God Zeus. Some of his sons protested of their father's misdeeds, whilst others cheered in unison as their rival to the throne is now gone without even a shred of help of the gods. Inside the burning inferno, Arcas tried to taunts Zeus, is Zeus really a capable God, if so then he could make him whole again even if he was being burned to ashes.

Zeus was enraged, so he resurrect Arcas from the ashes and made him whole again. He then put curse towards Lycaon, turning him into a dire wolf, a beast of deep instinct without thought and only feral gut had conquered him. He was then became the first werewolf, along with his sons who wronged Arcas. They were cursed to forever roam the land of which they will be hunted and become a game for the people of the land. Then and there, Arcas was hailed as the new king of the Kingdom of Lycia.

KING OF ARCADIA

Upon ascending to the throne, he immediately rename his dominion into the land of Arcadia, named after himself. Even Zeus had given him the best of blessing for the land, and put back the influence of the God Pan to revitalizes and reinvigorate the spirit of the land. Arcas was pleased by this decision that he's now the rightful lord of Arcadia, and that Arcadia is now an enchanted land, just like how was the God Pan had blessed the land to be.

His consolidation to power was seamless, many of Lycaon's sons were of his supporter, and gladly swore oath to the new king and become the servant of the ruler of the land. Arcas then proved himself to be a gentle and compassionate leader, with stern vision and unwavering will. His wife had invited the royal family of Sparta to attend the coronation ceremonial of the new king, thus strengthening the relationship between Arcadia and Sparta. Under his rule, Arcadia was the zenith of power and the dominant civilization among the Greeks.

MOTHER CALLISTO

Arcas oftentimes hunt on the wildlands to fill his free time when he had finished gave out duties to his vassals. His favorite games were deers and birds, sometimes stags and reindeers. His hunts were oftentimes given to the court cook for them to deliver the best of dishes served for him and the courtiers.

One day when he was out hunting, he saw a huge bear that just finished ate a stag. He was careful in his step to observe the beast, until, the bear realizes his presence. The bear immediately stands in two feet as if trying to hug him. Arcas senses a danger coming from the bear and shot it on the chest, ruptured its heart.

He was glad he was able to deter the bear's threat before it's too late, until he noticed something. The bear was crying, and upon deeply observing the bear's eye, he was taken aback from a pitiful realization. It was the eye of his own mother, an almond-shaped iris of blue array of color, a picture so nostalgic that it bore inside of him a deep sense of regret.

Zeus noticed Arcas' and his deep sorrow, so to amuse him and to atone himself from the errors he committed, Zeus placed both Arcas and his mother to the celestial sky. His mother as the constellation Ursae Majoris, and him as the constellation Ursae Minoris, the Big Bear and the Little Bear constellation. Hera was angered by this realization so she commanded Tethys to make sure that the constellation never sinks below the horizon to receive water.

Thus was the story of Arcas, the legendary King of Arcadia.

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SKILLSCLASS SKILLS
PERSONAL SKILLS

PERSONAL SKILLS

Divinity --- (B)
"To think that my father was Zeus, it's... bizarre. For some reason."
There once was a tale when Zeus just simply neglected Archer even with him knowing that Archer is his son. As such, the previous ruler of the realm, King Lycaon, sacrificed Archer to the gods. Zeus then punish Lycaon and resurrected Archer, with a bonus trait of a demigod, and given him the right to rule the land of Arcadia, a mythical realm which the God Pan once resided. The resurrection and his overlordship over Arcadia gave him some degree of divine status, of which are common amongst the heroes of the Age of God.

Divine Core of Nature God --- (E)
"Arcadia... the only place where I truly belong."
Upon given the realm of Arcadia, Zeus also granted him many abilities and potential of the God Pan for Archer so he could properly rule the land. The rank being so low simply for the fact that his current vessel is finite and limited, thus can't brought forth the utmost potential of this skill.

Anaxarcadia --- (A)
"Heed me! I'm the ruler of Arcadia... That's what I'd like to say, ehe."
A variation and upgrade of Valor, Eternal Arms Mastery, and Imperial Privilege. Allows Arcas to be in perfect possession of the skill riding, swordmanship, charisma, and tactics. As the ruler of Arcadia, he has total control of his land, a magical realm that was handed to him by Zeus after dethroning Lycaon.

Blessing of the Stars --- (B)
"Well... to be endowed a place in the heaven, that was such a privilege."
With Zeus granted him and his mother a place in the celestial heaven, Archer now had authority over the constellation which he was granted a place from. This skill is unique in a way that he'll receive significant boost of all his stats and skills when fighting in the starry night. When combined with his Noble Phantasm, it would gave out tremendous amount of power level boost. Thus, made Archer's combat capability to be on par with other legendary Heroic Spirit like Achilles, Cu Chulainn, Siegfried, and King Arthur.

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NOBLE PHANTASM

Polaris: Ursae Minoris --- (B)
Type: Anti-Unit
"O Northern Star, heed my call!"

Ursa Minor, with its brightest star, the Polaris, is the constellation that Archer is signatured upon. This Noble Phantasm is the crystallization of Archer's legend being held upon the celestial bodies by his father Zeus. If there's anything of significance of this Noble Phantasm is the fact that it's actually the manifestation of his most devastating moment of his life.

Although most of the time he felt the need to struggle through animosity is of utmost importance than his petty past grievances, he'll never lie to himself from the fact that simply feels the hard feeling seated deep within from simply knowing he has this Noble Phantasm.

The Noble Phantasm gives Archer ability to shoot a grand blast of enormous amount of energy, the sheer density of him charging his bow distort the air flows and all the natural elements around him. And upon releasing the shooting star, a bolt of light launched with unbelievable potential that basically rip through the air that it courses through.

Upon landing to its target, a giant explosion of massive amount of energy bursts to ravage everything on its path. It could shatter everything organic and left a crater on its blast area the size of Rome's Collosseum. This representation of his most memorable part of the lore crystallizes itself as a great devastator.

Septentrion --- (A)
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
"Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, and Alkaid... The stars are aligned, Septentrion!"

The Seven stars of Ursae Minoris, the Seven Stars that Zeus granted to him in order to put mercy of his life. For the constellation which Archer was granted upon gave him celestial power that made him basically able to fight on equal ground with unyielding will against many of his enemies. These stars are not individual Noble Phantasm, but the Septentrion itself has seven forms.

Dubhe: The First Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Alpha!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Dubhe, granted him to increase his Strength stat into A++ rank.

Merak: The Second Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Beta!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Merak, granted him to increase his Agility stat into A++ rank.

Phecda: The Third Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Gamma!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Phecda, granted him to increase his Endurance stat into A++ rank.

Megrez: The Fourth Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Delta!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Megrez, granted him to increase his Mana stat into A++ rank.

Alioth: The Fifth Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Epsilon!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Alioth, granted him to increase his Luck stat into A++ rank.

Mizar: The Sixth Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Zeta!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Mizar, granted him to increase his Anaxarcadia skill into EX rank.

Alkaid: The Seventh Star
"Catasterismos Arcana: Eta!"
The Star of celestial blessing for the Cosmos King of Arcadia, Alkaid, granted him to increase his Blessing of the Stars skill into EX rank.

Archer could activate all of them at once under one condition; that his Master's Magic Crest and Circuit, along with blood vessel, didn't boil up to the point it combusts the master's brain. The energy input and output is exponentially expanded with each addition of the Star activation. It's a high-risk high-return Noble Phantasm which Archer could muster incredible power by each activation, but also drain tremendous amount of energy from his master and also himself. But should the activation is full of consideration and his master was given an ample recovery condition, Archer then could activate the Noble Phantasm in its most efficient manner.

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Arcadia Apeiron --- (A)
Type: Barrier, Anti Army
"The everlasting paradise, we have touched the dreamed beauty."

Arcadia, the enchanted land once held under the dominion of legendary nature God, Pan. Archer was granted the lordship of the land by Zeus himself, thus made him the rightful ruler of the land. This Noble Phantasm allows him to create a pocket space of which a limited scope of Arcadia was being materialized.

It's basically a Reality Marble that gave Archer a great authority over the space. The unique thing about this Noble Phantasm is the fact that it contain the true atmosphere of Arcadia, the whole thing that it also contain the mana density of the Age of God.

The activation of this Noble Phantasm drains Archer of his whole power, that it promptly made him into vulnerable state by the sheer amount of energy needed to activate this Noble Phantasm. But, due to the Noble Phantasm basically works in similar manner like a chain reaction.

Due to Archer being a figure of the Age of God, he could recover the energy he used by simply immerse himself in his Noble Phantasm. Thus, with his recovered energy, he could maintain his Noble Phantasm longer. In return, he could absorb larger amount of energy by simply existing within the Reality Marble. This Reality Marble could expand beyond the mental image of Archer's, the longer he maintain this chain reaction, the more capable he is to turn everything in the real world slowly to his image of Arcadia.

Essentially, Archer's Arcadia Aperion is the point of no return. There is only one way for everyone to stop him, it's either kill him or it's too late. Archer himself is deeply thoughtful of his decision, his guilty consciousness is what restraints him from using the Noble Phantasm, for he himself is a bit uncomfortable of his divinity.

Thus, if he unleashed his Noble Phantasm, it would be because of the desperate situation he's in, either by he tried to combat a bigger evil, or that he was forced to activate it. It's his trump card he never used, except as a hail mary, a last ditch attempt to stomp what he perceives as a bigger threat.

And thus, the chain reaction continues

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PERSONALITY AND BACKGROUND

”Idealism of Idylls."
Archer is the first king of Arcadia, the land previously named Lycia, of which the God Zeus blessed the land to return to its enchanted state just like when the God Pan ruled the land. A laid-back and carefree man he is, Archer is the definition of freedom itself, a true, natural and inherent freedom given to men by their creator. He's gentle and compassionate, and he smiles even on the direst of situation. Being a happy-go-lucky person he is, he still instill on his ideals, the very ideals that made him him. The ideals named Arcadia. he was actually quite zealous when it's coming to preserve the nature, he won't back down to protect the pristine wildlands to be left untouched and unharmed.

This brooding idealism of nature had left him with a sense of self that's filled with careful conservation. Although seemingly dubious in nature, he's actually a deeply thoughtful lad, he has a deep conscientiousness, he's careful in his action and carefree in his words. A paradox living among men. A man of deep thought and shallow attitude, a man of zealous creed crusade and a laid-back personality. This is Archer, the King of Arcadia, with one idealism in mind, a paradise to be raised.

"The Grail? I don't think I need it, Master. Anyways, are you fond of flowers? Aren't it beautiful how they just have their own language? I'm deeply excited to learn that rose means love, mimosa means purity, and chrysanthemum means optimism. Ah... It's too good to learn these exciting flowers. Master, what do you think a flower that suits me?"

Archer held a strong belief that he was summoned means that the natural order of things is in shambles, or at least threatened by a force beyond the scope of human ability. There must be something looming on the horizon, a threat to the nature which many lives belongs. Only then does Archer heed the summoning of one's silent wailing voice for hope in evil darkness.

”The World Within.”
Archer's Saint Graph is that of a young boy, perhaps in his mid teen. With green attire that in line with his affinity with nature. Him being so young in appearance is reminiscent of his early life when he was under the court of King Lycaon. It's still him on his early teen when he tried to prove himself to be the rightful heir to the throne. Although, Archer never consider himself to be worthy the title of King, it's just that he's excited of the challenges presented for him to prove of his worthiness.

Even with this over-the-top prowess he had within himself, he never thought of himself highly, he never fell to the void of arrogance. In fact, even as a king, beside being a responsible ruler, he still cherish his own youthful spirit and curiosity. He held professionalism on high regard, at the same time remain fond of his free time to hunt and games.

Not only that, his affection of flowers might deemed him as an anomaly for someone that held high status of a king. This is Archer, the elusive and paradoxical man that had clear conviction of a protector.

"My deepest condolences, O humanity."

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Ultra Bottom Creator Note

**AndrosTC** · September 29th, 2022, 10:54 AM

Here we are, Arcas, King of Arcadia
I actually enjoyed making this sheet due to how popular Venti really is so it's easy to find a specific FC of him

Aaand I'm still full of vigor, I'll make another busted Archer on near future

**NINE-lives** · September 29th, 2022, 11:04 AM

Holy shit that’s a lot of collapse text.

**MuramasaMachII** · September 29th, 2022, 02:17 PM

Once again, onore macbook for not showing the image.

**WhiteFrenzy** · September 30th, 2022, 08:47 PM

Wow, what can I say? This batch has been exceptionally amazing. Andros' Arcas is immaculate (and having a Venti FC is always good) and Nails is the MVP of this month with her collection of whimsical, incredible characters. I can't wait to see more of you here please never leave again pls.
Unfortunately I'm still reading past entries and can't comment on others but holy moly.

**NailsInYourFeet** · October 1st, 2022, 04:10 AM

Assassin of Jazz

“You’ve just booked the ‘greatest singer of the century’. Yeah, frankly I don’t believe it neither.”

(by raikoart)

Alt. Faceclaim
True Name: Billie Holiday
Alt. Classes: Caster (which would take more from 'Strange Fruit')
Aliases: Lady Day, Eleanora Fagan
Source: History
Region: USA
Catalyst: A box of gardenias.
Armament: Microphone, burning cigarette

Character: One of the most celebrated jazz vocalists and singer of some of the most acclaimed and influential songs of the 20^th century, 'Strange Fruit' having even been rated as the song of the 20th century.

“Odd that folks would think so highly of little ol' me, but ain’t I earned the right to be proud of myself by now?”

She is perhaps equally known for her tragic life, being a black woman who grew up in poverty long before the Civil Rights Era, having been sent to court at age nine, and had to take up sex work for payment. Upon finally rising to fame as a jazz singer, she was exploited by a series of abusive men, and took heavily to opium and heroin out of the combined pressures of both stardom and peers. The latter got her hounded by the Bureau of Narcotics and even arrested, with it questionable if the Bureau’s reasons for pursuing were just due to drug use. She would die broke and due to heart failure.

She is quite the gloomy soul, understandably so due to all the misfortunes she suffered, and has difficulty trusting people given her previous relationships. That said, she does somewhat resent the image of her being nothing but doom and gloom, and indeed it should be noted there are still just as many positive songs in her discography as gloomier ones, despite or perhaps in defiance of her harsh life. Even if it can take a little getting to know her, she’s quite the kind person.

She’s also surprised at her being remembered as an anti-authority figure, as in her mind she never went out of her way to oppose authority (with her initial fears of how people would react to ‘Strange Fruit’), that was something that just naturally happened. While skeptical towards the whole idea of a Holy Grail War and feeling out of place among more ‘traditional’ Servants, she’d also say in ways it’s not that different to the gang or mob wars from back in her day.

Attribute: Star
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Likes: Dogs, Flowers, Honesty
Dislikes: Cops, Dependence, Superstitions

Relationships:

Black Dahlia: “Finally figure yerself out, eh kid? Hard for me ta think about, bein’ hounded even after death.”
Zaroff: “Treatin’ people like animals, must be a new experience for white folks.”
Christina: “Yeah, nothin’ like Garbo, no surprise. You didn’t get along with mommy neither, huh?”
Patrick Hamilton: “I don’t need no play to get the lowdown on abuse.”
Berlioz: “Draggin’ yer ‘lover’ to Hell, sounds like Heaven ta me.”
Margaret Garner: “My, finally another sister. Ain’t surprised to hear how your life was like.”
Luo Guanzhong: “Well, can’t make fun of ya, my interpretations are mostly how folks remember me too.”
Bolivar: “Even from the US of A, I’ll say you seem a step up from Washington.”
Sax: “Now don’t be so hung up on yer instrument, I’ve heard folks do things with your sax that you can’t never have dreamed of.”
Cesare: “They’re lettin’ movie characters be Heroic Spirits? Well, never imagined myself bein’ one I guess.”

Master: Her initial instinct is immense caution around any Master, especially white and/or male, given the series of abusive relationships she went through in life. On the other hand, she’ll have much more sympathy for any Master who seems to have suffered as much as she did in life, which could be likely without a catalyst summoning.
Natural Enemy: Harry J. Ansliger
Wish: That people who don’t deserve it won’t suffer like she did.
Rarity: 1/5

Parameters

Strength: ***** E
Endurance: ***** E
Agility: ***** D
Magic: ***** D
Luck: ***** E
Noble Phantasm: ***** C

Class Skills

Presence Concealment

The ability to mask one's presence and remain undetected.

Rank C: While stealth is not Assassin’s forte, having gotten quite a lot of attention in her lifetime, her associations with dark and smoky nightclubs and back alleys, along with having to evade the law, give her some ability in concealing her presence. Becomes hard to detect till she makes herself noticeable.

Personal Skills

Alluring Euphony

Possession of a naturally beautiful voice that can a strong fascination effect in listeners.

Rank C: Assassin’s distinctive voice makes any listener feel as if they are intimately there with her inside of a smoky nightclub. In another Class like Caster, this skill would increase to Rank A, as if she were singing in front of an entire nation.

Improvisation

More than an ability to adapt, this is a way of thinking that sees opportunity for creativity where others would see a mistake.

Rank A: One of the most renowned artists in a music genre founded on improvisation. It is difficult to stop Assassin from singing as she can easily make any interruption ‘part of the song’, and her rough and tumble life has given her experience in uncomfortable and treacherous situations.

Item Construction (Revision)

Skill to alter and rework items.

Rank C: Assassin’s ability to revise is limited to written songs. She was acclaimed an exceptional cover artist and populariser of songs.

Rebellious Spirit

A restlessness that brings about a defiance of leadership, yet also an inability to truly lead.

Rank C: Assassin has an ingrained skepticism towards authority and was in frequent trouble with the law throughout her life. Can cancel out the influence of government officials less than the head of state.

(I also considered Pioneer of the Stars, since people have credited Strange Fruit with being the first step towards the Civil Rights movement.)

Noble Phantasm

Gloomy Sunday
Hungarian Suicide Song

Rank: C
Type: Anti-Army

A haunting tune written by the Hungarian composer Rezso Seress, but which rose to its greatest popularity with Assassin’s version of it. Already a gloomy melody appropriate for a singer with a gloomy reputation, Gloomy Sunday would subsequently be associated with a sinister urban legend. After several suicides were reported as having this very song playing in the background, this song’s nature became warped by people believing that it held the power to drive its listeners to death.

When an enemy hears Assassin perform this song, their vitality and mana begin to gradually whither down, until they finally die upon hearing the song all the way through. There are obvious ways to avoid this, such as to stay out of range of the song or clamp one’s ears, however they would then have to overcome the compulsion effect of Assassin’s Alluring Euphony skill. There’s also of course attacking Assassin as she begins the song, but she has her Improvisation skill to handle such disturbances.

But there’s also the issue that Assassin is not exactly comfortable with the superstition surrounding this song, given nobody would want to have a rumoured association with a string of suicides, even if they were some people she knew in life who she wouldn’t mind inflicting this Phantasm on. On the other hand, she also has to acknowledge she doesn’t really have much of a weapon in this War otherwise, beyond maybe leaving cigarette burns or whacking people with a mic stand.

(I did have something in mind for Strange Fruit as a Noble Phantasm, which'd show listeners a vision of the greatest atrocity their nation committed, but I thought to play it safe by sticking to a single NP for a 20th century Servant.)

**NailsInYourFeet** · October 2nd, 2022, 05:55 AM

Rider of Oz

(by jessilvania. Source)

“I want to be excited, being off on a journey again. But I’m afraid it already feels like this will be an unfortunate one…”

True Name: Ozma of Oz
Alt. Classes: Caster, Ruler, Watcher, Foreigner?
Aliases: Queen, Princess, or Supreme Ruler of Oz ~~Tip, Tippetarius~~
Source: Fiction, Land of Oz
Region: USA, Oz, Fairytales
Catalyst: A pair of Ozian poppies.
Armament: OZ Sceptre

Character: “To think if we met somewhere else, the other Servants, even the other Masters, could’ve been my friends…”

Ozma is the rightful ruler of the Land of Oz, a land whose existence is paradoxical to outsiders yet exists anyway, having been classified as either country-wide Marble Phantasm, very powerful Bounded Field, land on the Reverse Side of the World, or even a Wandering Sea-like pocket dimension depending on who you ask.

When younger, or rather ‘in her past’ given how aging works or rather doesn’t in Oz, Ozma didn’t even know she was a girl, let alone a princess. She was raised as Tippetarius or ‘Tip’ by the witch Mombi, who’d trapped her in male form to keep her from being found, assisting the Wizard Oscar Diggs in his coup. Later escaping from Mombi, Tip would encounter Glinda the Sorceress of the South, who told her of her true identity and, after some trepidation, changed her back into a princess. While it has been debated whther she can be called a trans-woman, Rider herself has no issue identifying as such, even if it wasn't a term she knew of in life.

Rider is naturally cheerful and fun-loving, but often feels pressured to adopt a more serious and proper persona as queen of Oz. Her restlessness and adventure-seeking, ingrained in her as a reaction to her childhood in captivity, means she’s frequently away from her Emerald City capital, though diplomatic missions make this adventuring easier to combine with her queenly duties. She is cautious about abusing her power though, worried about the potential for abuse her royal objects like a magic picture that sees anywhere could hold.

However, she also has an insistence on non-violent solutions, if a not always consistent one. While she can accept fighting other Servants given they’ve already died before, no less than a Command Seal would be needed to have her directly attack a Master. Rider’s Mana and magical knowledge at least means that stalling out other Servants while their mana supply could be a worthwhile strategy for her. Given the low mortality rate within Oz, Rider has little experience with death in general, even if she entered this War knowing death would be a factor.

Rider does not particularly like the mages of the outside world much, their isolation and coldness reminding her too much of her stepmother Mombi. When annoyed, she may even exclaim she’ll challenge the Clock Tower itself and take it over in Oz’s name. She feels much more positively about the non-magical Earth though, being excited to get to know any place outside Oz and establish good relations with it, as much as this world may’ve changed from Dorothy’s time. Not that she likes everything about it though, being uncomfortable with money which was something she abolished in the post-scarcity Oz, though fortunately interacting with banks and shopkeepers aren’t things most Servants do anyway.

Attribute: Earth, debatably Sky
Alignment: Lawful Good
Likes: Adventuring, diplomatic solutions, Dorothy Gale, birthdays (even if she doesn't need them)
Dislikes: Money, marble statues, grasshopper ornaments, being called by her deadname

Relationships:

Arcas: "Your own country does seem beautiful and wondrous too. Er, ahem, though I do have a few reservations about these Spartans."
Kafka: “You remind me I was attacked by jackdaws I once, and my dear friends have also had rough run-ins with crows? Huh, you also seem interested in my ban on money.”
Catherine Morland: “You do seem quite nice, but… would you honestly prefer a world of Wicked Witches over the rule of princesses? No, you’re looking for excitement, your priorities can’t be that bad…”
Heinlein: “Ahem, you seem to have some… unorthodox ideas about my land. Still, you say you were able to change yourself into a girl without magical aid?”
Christina: “You may have lost your kingdom, but I’ll still acknowledge you as Queen. After all, you still have a Queen’s spirit.”
Ataturk: “Hmm, some of our policies sound similar. Like the ban on magic, though it seems like you went further and banned it for yourself too. Though I also banned money.”
Omegarus: “Oh my, I never could’ve known things would get that bad in the outside world. New people rarely ever need to be born in Oz, but you haven’t really adjusted to that Outside.”
Bolivar: “I have sat in with rebellions before, but yours seems… much more tightly run. I suppose you won’t listen to me though, since I am indeed a Queen.”
John Bauer: “I-I’m sorry. I’ll get in contact with Fairy Scandinavia, send you and your family home, have everything sorted out!”
Grainne: “Don’t feel bad, I started my own journey by running away too. Er, except Fionn didn’t try to turn you to stone, and I didn’t meet the same fate- Ah, you get what I’m saying.”
Elagabalus: “You also like pranks, huh? Only… when it was revealed I was really a girl, everyone accepted me. I, I’m sorry, I guess you weren’t so lucky.”
Goya: “I’ve seen how magic hurts people, but… does that mean taking it out on all mages?"

Master: Rider is easy to get along with in general, but she’ll especially take to any girl close to her in age if they remind her of Dorothy, or someone older if they remind her of Glinda. However, being summoned by a more typical mage could pose a problem for her, as they’ll be likely to remind her of Mombi and other such Wicked Witches.
Natural Enemy: Mombi, Nome King
Wish: For the people of Earth to enjoy the same privileges as those in Oz, everlasting life, communication with animals, and post-scarcity
Rarity: 3/5

Parameters

Strength: ***** E
Endurance: ***** C
Agility: ***** D
Magic: ***** A
Luck: ***** C
Noble Phantasm: ***** B

Class Skills

Magic Resistance

A built-up immunity to magic.

Rank A+: Rider, due to constant exposure to powerful magic her whole life, is virtually untouchable by the civilised world’s Magecraft. Granted a Plus due to Ozian law forbidding anyone not in authority from using magic.

“With what Outside Mages are like, I can’t help but be reminded why I put a ban on magic…”

Riding

Handling of mounts and vehicles

Rank A: Mounts up to Phantasmal Beasts can be ridden. Rider is known for skilfully handling several magical and unusual mounts not originally meant to be mounts, such as her super-speedy Sawhorse or flying Gump chimera.

“Hah, these are no ‘unusual’ mounts by Oz standards.”

Personal Skills

Charisma of Triumphant Return

The charm and leadership qualities needed to rise again as a hero.

Rank B+: Suitable for a returning monarch of monarchs. Born as the Princess of Oz before the usurpation of The Wizard Oscar Diggs and disguised as a boy by Mombi, years later Rider was restored to her throne and met with celebration by her people. Allows her Charisma to increase after a successful comeback.

“Not just a royal return, but a return to the true self I never knew…”

Clairvoyance (Art)

Exceptional eyesight that at higher Ranks can turn into precognition and other supernatural forms of perception.

Rank EX → C: In Rider’s case, this was gained due to her owning an enchanted picture able to show her any place or person in the world, even those outside of Oz, essentially letting her see anywhere in the present. Has been reduced in Rank as it is dependent on an item and not any inborn ability, and due to Rider herself having limited her use of it. However, it would qualify as a full Noble Phantasm in the Watcher class.

“Even I’m scared of what I could do with this power unrestricted.”

Fairy Monarch

The mystical authority necessary to lead and rule over the Fairy Folk. Like a specialised Imperial Privilege, this allows temporary access to any Fairy Skill regardless of whether the Servant would otherwise possess it.

Rank A: Though not officially being called that, Rider in essence is a Fairy Empress, with Oz encompassing several other Fairy Kingdoms beneath it, and additionally is half-fairy herself. Any Fairy Skill, such as Fairy Eyes, Fairy Knight, Fairy Knight, even Universal Language, can be used at Rank B when in need.

“Fairies seem to like the title ‘Princess’ over ‘Queen’, even if the latter’s what I technically am.”

Mana Burst (Pumpkin)

Ability to channel and infuse Pumpkin Spirits into weapons and attacks.

Rank C: Rider gains a moderate Rank in this Skill due to her creation and loyalty of the character Jack Pumpkinhead. With her having conceived of Jack as a prank, not knowing about the Powder of Life at the time, this Skill comes into its element when used in launching surprise attacks.

“I couldn’t get this trick to work on Mombi, but maybe other mages will be less prepared.”

Noble Phantasms

Powder of Life
From Dust You Were Made

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Inanimation

“This is the magic that gave me my first friends. I, I don’t want to have to think of it as a weapon…”

A sculpted vial containing an enchanted powder able to bestow life upon the lifeless, or to grant sentience and mobility to inanimate objects. Originally owned by her wicked stepmother Mombi, Rider stole it and used the powder to bring to two powerful mounts to life: the Sawhorse, whose wooden body allowed him to achieve extreme speeds due to never tiring, and the flying chimera known as the Gump. Rider also takes credit for the creation of her companion Jack Pumpkinhead due to having assembled him, even if it was Mombi who used the Powder on him.

This Noble Phantasm makes Rider capable of bringing any inanimate object to life, including recreating any being brought forth by the powder in her life. Of course, she only has a limited supply of powder, further limited by the fact that the powder must be sprinkled over the entirety of an object to work. A single batch of powder contains enough to bring approximately three large objects to life, so granting sentience to an entire building would be difficult to pull off. Were she in Oz or had the Item Construction skill she could resupply herself, but in the Rider Class, she’ll have to make do.

The powder requires an incantation to finalise, being the phrase “Weaugh! Peaugh! Teaugh!” with a hand gesture for each ‘word’. A comparison can be made with Japan’s Tsukumogami, household objects come to life after usually a century, with the powder then being a way of creating Tsukumogami instantaneously. The powder can also be used to create lifeforms of one's own invention by combining animal and object parts together, though given the sheer discomfort one of Rider’s creations, the Gump, felt when she tried exactly this, Rider can be hesitant to use this function.

Rota Panthera
Royal Road across the Deadly Desert

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Terrain

“Lion, Tiger, full speed over the sands! The outside world shall behold the Promenade of Oz.”

Her personal chariot, pulled by two big cat Phantasmal Beasts. One of which is the famous King of Beasts and famed Oz resident the Cowardly Lion, the other being known as the Hungry Tiger, a creature always driven to eat people but who restrains himself because of his conscience. Either cat is more willing to attack enemies than her, though they may still need some prodding. While she can converse with them, to onlookers the lion and tiger’s voices will sound like nothing but growls. It is possible the chariot of Freya may be a Prototype of this Phantasm.

The true effect of this vehicle Noble Phantasm comes with the green carpet that rolls out from underneath. The chariot can travel over anything this carpet covers unhindered, be it over water or uneven ground, through Bounded Fields, or over hazardous terrain like desert. Crossing over the Deadly Desert that separates Oz from outside was in fact her first ever use of this carpet, with a scorching line of desert sand being left behind after this carpet unrolls.

Underworld Driver
Magic Belt of the Nome King

Rank: A
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

“Sorry Glinda, I know you don’t like shapeshifters, but desperate times. TRANSFORM!”

A memento from her first journey outside of Oz, where she, her attendants, and her friends rescued the royal family of neighbouring Ev from the Nome King, ruler of the underground. It was he who this Phantasm originally belonged to, before being taken by Dorothy Gale, then gifted to Ozma for safekeeping.

While this jewelled belt’s powers are varied, its main use appears to be to grant its wearer shapeshifting powers for the purposes of making them invincible to the current attack aimed at them. It could turn one its wearer to rubber to block electrical damage, turn them to stone to block slashing damage, give them gills to handle a water attack, give them wings to escape the crumbling earth, and so on. As its true function is invincibility, with shapeshifting being used as means to an end for that, the transformations the belt allows are situational.

This Noble Phantasm could be compared to Avalon, even if it uses different means to accomplish a similar goal. However, it is also like Avalon in that it can be taken from its wearer and deny them its power, much like it was originally taken from the Nome King.

Notes: I may have gotten a little carried away with this sheet, guess I can get a little zealous about book-only Oz knowledge. I was considering leaving out her belt NP altogether, but I couldn't resist having a Rider with a transforming belt. Having compared word counts, this has also been my longest Servant sheet so far

**Cing Krimson Requiem** · October 2nd, 2022, 06:58 PM

Originally Posted by AndrosTC

True Name: Arcas

...ah shit. And I was just retooling my sheet too. Hope you don't mind me also using that "lord of the wild" stuff.

Guardian of humanity, we answer your call. O' Northern Star, Guide us to our Fate.

King Arcas
Princess Callisto

Guardian Beasts of the Misty Mountain Kingdom
Callisto and Arcas

AKA: Ursa Major and Ursa Minor
Class: Rider
Alternate Classes: Archer, (Both) Berserker, (Callisto) Lancer (Arcas)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Source: Greek Mythology
Region: Greece
Attribute: Heaven

Parameters
Callisto/Arcas
Strength: D+/B
Endurance: D/B+
Agility: A/C
Mana: C/C+
Luck: E/C

Background

Born to King Lycaon of Arcadia and a nameless nymph, Callisto always had an admiration for the outdoors. She would frequently accompany her brothers on hunting trips, eventually surpassing them in the ability to track and hunt wild animals and navigate the mountains. Gaining a reputation within Arcadia as a master huntress, Callisto set her sights on the horizon, leaving her kingdom behind. On her journey, however, she would stumble across the Huntresses of Artemis, a group of hunting women devoted to the Goddess. As someone who would frequently pray to Artemis for blessings, Callisto readily agreed to join, becoming one of the best among them.
But just as many other Greek myths go, Zeus' eyes would find the maiden, and he would be smitten. Zeus would appear before Callisto while she was alone, introducing himself as the chief God and stating his desire to take her on as a lover. After getting over her initial shock, Callisto would dismiss Zeus' advances, invoking her vow of chastity to the Huntresses of Artemis and her disinterest in men in general. Frustrated, but undeterred, Zeus would hatch a scheme. After allowing many months to pass, during which Zeus' advance had been pushed to the back of Callisto's mind, Zeus would appear once more to Callisto while she was alone, this time in the form of his daughter, Artemis. In awe of her beauty, Callisto offered herself to the imposter. Only too late would Zeus reveal his identity, violating the horrified Huntress and leaving her pregnant. Shaken and terrified of the possible reactions of her sisters-in-arms, Callisto would attempt to conceal the pregnancy for as long as possible. Alas, after being urged to join in bathing, her secret was revealed, and Callisto was forcibly removed from the huntresses, who would invoke the power of Artemis that their paths would never cross again. In an act of pity, Artemis would silently bless Callisto with a safe childbirth.
Broken-hearted, Callisto would stumble back to Arcadia, where in the wilderness of the mountains, she would give birth to her son, Arcas. Sensing imminent danger, Zeus would whisk the baby Arcas from a sleeping Callisto's arms, delivering him to King Lycaon to raise as the heir to Arcadia's throne. No sooner than this did a wrathful Hera appear, waking Callisto. The sudden disappearance of her child caused the mother to scream and cry in grief, ignoring Hera and further enraging her. Hera would curse Callisto to become a horrible monster of destruction, yet with the grief of losing her child burning in Callisto's mind as she changed, the desire for destruction was overwritten. In time, Callisto's mind would return, and she would wander the mountains of Arcadia helping her countrymen whenever she could.

Arcas would be raised by Lycaon, until the King attempted to trick Zeus by feeding him the meat of his son, Nyctimus. As the enraged Zeus rose to strike, Lycaon threatened to fling the infant Arcas into the hearth. Quick action from Hestia prevented the child from being harmed while Lycaon was transformed into a beast and chased away. The duty of raising Arcas fell to the resurrected Nyctimus, who would be king until Arcas was of age.
As soon as Arcas learned to walk, he would wander into the woods, chasing creatures of all kinds, until he learned to use a bow and spear to properly hunt. His skills quickly became that of legend, unmatched by any living man, and word of his talents traveled far beyond the mountains of Arcadia. He would grow to be a wise and kind king, if a bit young for one. He would learn the arts of baking and weaving from lands beyond the misty kingdom, so that he may share them with his people.
Yet, on one faithful day, Arcas would depart into the woods chasing the legend of a colossal beast who stalked the mountains, hiding in the mist. Arcas would find the beast, none other than Callisto, his mother. Callisto, immediately recognizing her son, was overcome with joy and rushed to embrace him. But from Arcas' perspective, a massive bear had roared and charged straight at him. He drew his spear, intending to ram it directly down the charging beast's throat to slay it instantly. But before he could thrust it forward, Zeus intervened once again, transforming Arcas into a monster bear. Now able to communicate, Arcas and Callisto spoke, revealing their identities to each other. Though no longer human, the long-lost mother and son had been reunited at last. The two would disappear into the mountains, carrying on Callisto's duty as the guardians of Arcadia, where they would protect many an abandoned child and lost traveler, even raising their descendant, the Greek Heroine Atalanta, and eventually her son Parthenopaios.

Skills

Noble Phantasms

Lore

The Essence of our Bonds

Final Notes

**NINE-lives** · October 2nd, 2022, 07:23 PM

I should probably tell you that the contest just started. Prompt is historical fact. Mind joining us?

**AndrosTC** · October 2nd, 2022, 07:58 PM

Originally Posted by Cing Krimson Requiem

Callisto/Arcas

That's hilarious how we had the same idea concurrently. Yours are more focused on him as the Ursae Majoris/Ursae Minoris part, whilst mine focused on him as the King of Arcadia, the land where God Pan once resided

Anyways, I've read your sheet from start to finish and I think your sheet is well-made and integrated to the myth, I'm actually impressed you could made a servant Arcas from a totally different perspective than mine but we still ended up with cohesive servant and in line to the original story, and even expanded the idea

My advice though, you could flesh out more of Callisto-Arcas relationship and their dynamics, because them turning into bears are essentially the most devastating moment of their life
You don't have to feel pressured by my advice, just take that as a recommendation

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Originally Posted by NINE-lives

I should probably tell you that the contest just started. Prompt is historical fact. Mind joining us?

OFC! I'm already working on my sheet

**DrStein** · October 2nd, 2022, 08:41 PM

Bear moms are great.

The NPs feel a little under tuned, but the sheer personality of the sheet more than makes up for it.

**Kamera** · October 3rd, 2022, 08:50 AM

It’s alright my dear, let me handle this.
You don’t have to be such a brute, such a thing will only diminish your grace.

…

Born as Mehr-un-Nissa in Kandahar, present day Afghanistan, she was the daughter of Mirza Ghiyas Beg, an exiled Persian aristocrat that later became the Grand Vizier of the Mughal Empire. Living under the careful auspices of her father, she was arranged to marry Sher Afgan, a renowned Persian knight whose service brought many victories for the Mughals.

…

However, Sher Afgan was killed in a plot by the Lord of Bengal, and the widowed Mehr-un-Nissa and her daughter were brought to the Imperial Court in Agra, entering the Mughal Harem and serving as lady-in-waiting for the current Empress Dowager. It was here that she won the affection of Jahangir, the Mughal Emperor himself. Some legends rumoured that both of them had developed a relationship since their childhood, but whatever the case, they ended up married, and Jahangir would award her with the title of Nur Jahan, the Light of the World.

…

Having inherited the shrewdness of her father, Nur Jahan rapidly consolidated her position in the Mughal court, culminating in her conflict over succession against Prince Khurram, the future Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan. She also foiled a coup attempt on her husband, where she managed to rescue Jahangir and raise an army against the rebels all on her own. In both campaigns, she proved to be a formidable commander, having personally led the Mughal army atop her battle elephant.

…

A fierce huntress, an clever poet, an accomplished fashion designer, an ingenious architect, a capable ruler, a passionate wife, and a devoted daughter, Nur Jahan is the quintessential Indian soap opera heroine who lived a life full of drama, romance and intrigue.

…

Class: Rider
True Name: Nur Jahan
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Origin: Historical Facts and Rumours
Attribute: Man

The Empress of the Mughal Empire, who wielded unprecedented political power for a woman, having de facto authority over the entire Indian Subcontinent. Nur Jahan is known to have commissioned a majestic tomb in honour of her father, Itimad-ud-Daulah. It is said that this mausoleum, the Bachcha Taj, was the direct prototype and inspiration for the illustrious Taj Mahal.

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

Class Skills:
Riding: A
Be it a fierce tiger, a menacing elephant, or an arrogant emperor, Rider is capable of handling all kinds of mount and vehicles up to the level of Phantasmal Species and Divine Beasts.

Magic Resistance: C
Can only nullify simple magecraft below two verses, cannot really defend herself against advanced Rituals and Thaumaturgy.

Personal Skills:
Sun of Illuminating Beauty: A+
A legacy that Rider inherited from her parents. A Skill that encapsulates both her birth name (Mehr-un-Nisa, Sun Among Women) and the title she received from Jahangir (Nur Jahan, Light of the World). In essence, it allows her to store, transfer, and weaponize the “concept of visual beauty” through certain mediums.

This skill enables Rider to transform objects that can be considered to be “capable of possessing beauty”, such as jewels, clothes, structures, or even the human body, into temporary Mystic Codes capable of exercising beneficial charming effects to oneself and allies. In the case of applying this Skill to her own Saint Graph, the effects are significantly magnified.

Tiger-Slayer: C
A vestige she learned from her first husband, Sher Afgan Khan, the Tiger Grappler. It is a combat and hunting technique that is especially effective against wild beasts, as well as enemies that rely on primal instinct and brute force. In Rider’s case, it is mostly applied to her marksmanship ability.

Throughout the Mughal Empire, Rider’s skill as a ferocious hunter is well known, and it is said she often went out on her own to villages and forests where tiger attacks were reported.

Imperial Privilege: B
An authority she obtained through her second husband, the Mughal Emperor Jahangir. It allows Rider to temporarily obtain skills and abilities she normally wouldn’t have. The prerogative of an Empress who possesses everything as a matter of course.

Due to Jahangir’s quirks and incapability as a ruler, he often relegated to Rider much of the administration and governance of the Mughal Empire, going as far as granting her the Imperial Seal, which allows Rider to issue Imperial Mandates.

Noble Phantasms:
Jahangir Howdah
Rumble, My Regal and Fierce Imperial Beast
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: C

Among the ranks of men, she is a tiger-slayer.
Among the ranks of women, she is a radiant sun.

A half-mechanical beast in the shape and size of an elephant, but possessing the speed and ferocity of a tiger. It is a Noble Phantasm that reproduces the beloved elephant that Rider often rides in her hunting trips and military campaigns. In this form however, it seems that the elephant somehow possesses an eccentric personality similar to Rider’s second husband Jahangir, and an exceptional combat ability resembling her first husband Sher Afgan.

Itimad-ud-Daulah
Jewelled Pillar that Entombs the Realm of Devotion
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Rank: A+

On the grave of this poor stranger, let there be neither lamp nor rose.
Let neither butterfly’s wing burn nor nightingale sing

Bachcha Taj, a resplendent mausoleum which Rider built for her father, Mirza Ghiyas, the Lord Treasurer of the Mughal Empire. It is the prototype of the world famous Taj Mahal, built for Mumtaz Mahal, which is Mirza Ghiyas’ granddaughter as well as Rider’s own niece, daughter-in-law, and political rival.

It is a jewel box that enshrines passion, a tomb that commemorates devotion. Those that found themselves within the enclosure of this Noble Phantasm are invited to a peaceful paradise that forever repeats their most cherished memories, forcing them to remember their true self, and cleansing them of any corruption or alteration that might have been inflicted on them.

The territory within this Noble Phantasm also functions as a pseudo-Netherworld, where a one time miracle of resurrection is made possible as long as one’s devotion remains.

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**NINE-lives** · October 3rd, 2022, 08:51 AM

You probably could have posted this for this contest ya know?

**Kamera** · October 3rd, 2022, 08:58 AM

I am aware. This is an old sheet sitting in my drafts since forever, and I kind of want to make something new for the contest.

**BnEl15** · October 3rd, 2022, 03:12 PM

It is said that there is little difference between a happy ending and a tragic one.
It all depends on where you close the book.

The man had everything.
Fame, recognition, fans... nothing was beyond his reach.
Not satisfied, he sought more.
He continued to search for that sound.
That one masterpiece that would surpass all others before it.
A composition that would save Europe itself.

And yet, as any human would come to know, life is fleeting.
The curtains would fall, and the stage lights would dim.
At the very end of that performance, the man stood alone.

"Plaudite, amici, comoedia finita est"

"Applaud, friends, the comedy is over."

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╼ B E R S E R K E R ╾
「 Rage against the Soundless World 」

= Ludwig van Beethoven =

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"This is... an encore, I see. Fufu... hehe, AHAHAH! So this tragic comedy isn't over yet! O' heavens above, why must you call me into this silent world once again!? Haven't I suffered enough!?"
...
"And the heavens gave no response, as usual. Apologies for that outburst. You must be my Master, yes? I am Servant Berserker, True Name Ludwig van Beethoven. It seems you've had the misfortune of summoning me in this godforsaken state. So be it. I might as well make the most of this opportunity. Just one more piece. One more composition. One more performance. One more..."
~ ♬ ~

Source

"The silence. Can you feel it, Master!? It's deafening. Dreadful. Lifeless. ...No, I suppose not. Pray you'll never have to face it. As for me... I refuse to let that overwhelming silence win. Not again. That's why so long as I draw breath in this second life, I'll continue to compose, no matter what. After all... this must be my second chance, yes? I'll do everything right this time. I'll compose for no one's sake but my own, I'll stop pursuing shadows. I'll be sure to fill this bleached, white earth with my music once again. That's why... I can't stop here."

Class: Berserker
Other Classes: Caster, Saver
True Name: Ludwig van Beethoven
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Origin: Germany (18th century)

Parameters:

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

Likes: Composing, music (what little left he can hear of it), alcohol
Dislikes: Silence, teaching, children (or so he says), God
Talent: Composing
Natural Enemy: His father, his nephew, his sister-in-law, himself
Armament: Piano, baton
Catalyst: Original sheets of the "Große Fuge", scribbled messily upon the paper

Class Skills

Madness Enhancement (C+)

Raises basic parameters and strengthens one's physical abilities in exchange of hindering mental capacities and/or in exchange for their sense of reason. A relatively low rank. Despite his neurotic, temperamental attitude, Berserker is mostly capable of communication (at least whenever he's not intoxicated or extremely burned out). His specific brand of madness takes the form of an obsessive desire to compose music, reminiscent of his final years, regardless of time and place. Outside this single-minded desire, even minor inconveniences such as losing a penny easily sets him off. Furthermore, due to the effect of Schicksalssymohonie (Schatten), certain environmental cues that remind him of "that motif" he composed would also temporarily increase this Skill's rank even further. Incidentally, due to a certain trauma he faced in his past, Berserker usually tries to forcibly suppress his madness in the presence of children, though this doesn't seem to have much of an effect.

"Is it mad to resent the world and the heavens for taking your light, after you've spent an entire lifetime searching for it? I was... angry, to say the least. I'd drag down God from the heavens above if I could, just so I can have my answers. I lashed out at the world, with no care for those I hurt, because I believed I had suffered enough, but amidst all that, Karl... what have I done..?"

Melancholia (D)

A rare Skill representing the state of the of the user as one who gathers their own hatred and grudges onto oneself. It is easier for one to accumulate self-hatred and resentment. The rate of mana generation increases when mentally attacked and during self-harm. A former genius perpetually trapped in his worst state. Berserker is horrified at the man he has become, yet he is powerless to let go of his worst vices, sending him further spiraling into despair. He curses God and the world for this tragic fate that befell him, but perhaps the one he loathes most of all is none other than...

"Losing my hearing was one thing, but after what happened to Karl... I can never forgive myself for that. I became a monster, just like my father... after an entire lifetime living in fear of his shadow! After countless vows to become a better man than he ever was should I have children of my own! Empty words, all of them... I was already well on my path to ruin by that time, but hearing news of what happened to the boy... that was when I realized that I was beyond saving. I had become the one thing I loathe the most in this world. Ah... if that monster named Ludwig van Beethoven still lives on in me... I should kill him! Hahaha, yes! Master, give me more booze! I'll drown him for sure this time! And if that's not enough..."

Personal Skills

Noble Phantasm(s)

I Wither in this Lightless Void of Anguish
Große Fuge

Berserker drunkenly stumbles towards you, bottle in hand. The world seemingly darkens at his presence. He hums the fugue, giggling.
"What a joke. Let's get this started. Let's pour one out for this supposed 'Master'."
He takes one last sip before throwing the bottle behind him. The bottle shatters, releasing ominous purple fumes around him.
He fixes his suit, takes out his baton, and turns around to the fumes, having formed a band of ghostly performers at the ready.
"My own demons are my only audience. Some things are best left unheard. Große Fuge."

Type: Anti-Populace
Rank: B+
Range: 1~60
Max Targets: 500 people

A grand piece that represents Berserker's all-consuming rage towards the world and the heavens above. One of the musician's final works, it was composed in 1825, during his lowest point. The piece was universally condemned by critics of the time, and many deemed it confusing, incomprehensible, and very much unlike his usual style. It was so unpopular that there was only one known public performance of the piece during Berserker's lifetime in 1826. Afterwards, the piece wasn't performed until more than two decades later in 1853, after which the public would finally look at it in a more positive light. During his final years, the public mostly remembered him for the more well-acclaimed Symphony no. 9, composed roughly a year prior to this one. And yet for all the applause received for the symphony, it can be said that the Fuge is a more accurate depiction of his mental state at the time. A picture of a man who lost everything.

The composition is frantic and uneasy, ignoring most of the musical norms of the time. It chaotically alternates between ominous calm and raging fury, utilizing broken harmony and dissonant notes to tell a tragic story like no other. As a Servant, Berserker likens it to the feeling of sinking into a bottomless pit and reaching out your hand towards the light at the surface above, only for the light to grow dimmer with every passing second as you fall deeper into the abyss, powerless to stop it.

Taking out his baton, Berserker begins to conduct his grand performance, his eyes lifeless and his face devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the turbulent piece. A crystallization of Berserker's rage, this Noble Phantasm is one that inflicts sensory deprivation upon affected targets by gradually taking away certain senses and/or bodily functions, starting from the one they usually rely on the most. Musicians would lose their hearing, orators would lose their voice, snipers would lose their sight, swordsmen would lose their hand-eye coordination, and so on. Visually, it appears as a string of golden musical notes flowing out of the targets' ears, before turning black and disintegrating into dust just before reaching the ground. After the first sense or function is extinguished, this Noble Phantasm moves on to the second most important according to each individual, then the third, the fourth... until the target is left with nothing but an empty void.

The rate at which these senses and functions decline vary between individuals. In general, even if two individuals' "most important sense/function" is the same, their reliance on them and the general frequency of their use also factors into their loss. For example, if one musician devoted his entire life into the field and composed 30 pieces during his lifetime, while another musician composed 20 and had other fields he dabbled in, the former would lose their hearing at a faster rate. In general, jack-of-all-trades, unremarkable average folks, and those who never had any deep reliance in any one sense would receive the least demerit from this Noble Phantasm.

In order to fall under this Noble Phantasm's effects, one simply need to be within hearing distance of Berserker playing it, after which every defensive measure taken to prevent one from hearing it (covering your ears, noise-cancelling headphones, certain Skills or Noble Phantasms with protective effects etc.) is rendered useless. After all, in his lowest point, Berserker saw his hearing loss as something natural and inevitable. Regardless of whatever method he tried to cure or at least stall it, his hearing continued to decline until all sound eventually left his world altogether. Thus, if a legend such as Beethoven could not escape the unforgiving march of time and the curse of his own body wasting away, surely nobody else could.

The composition and most of its effects last forabout sixteen minutes. Afterwards, all disabled senses and functions would gradually recover... save for one. In the case of Servants, should Berserker be allowed to finish this piece without interruption, the first, most important function taken from them would be permanently lost (at least until the next summoning). Thus, the moment this Noble Phantasm is active, it becomes a priority for affected targets to escape its range or stop Berserker through any means necessary.

Source

Requiem of the Fallen Star, Curse of the Ninth
Symphony No. 9

"This farce has gone on long enough. Allow me to put a stop to it with this next piece. Now, let us create a grand finale befitting of failures like you and me, shall we? Hear their applause, their ridicule breaking through the silence as we exit the stage. Perish before the inevitable... Symphony No. 9. "

Type: Anti-Unit, Suicide
Rank: B+
Range: 1~60
Max Targets: 100 people

Berserker's last symphony, and arguably one of his best works. A grand piece adapted from Friedrich Schiller's

An die Freude

Ode to Joy

, it was a marvelous composition that left its mark in the history of classical music. More impressively, it was composed after Berserker had gone completely deaf, a testament to his sheer willpower to overcome the impossible. Under the idealized Saver-Class, he would possess a Noble Phantasm bearing a similar name embodying these glories. Representing the will of Europe itself, he would bestow awe-inspiring visions of freedom and revolution towards his allies, before gloriously fading away after concluding his final performance. As a Berserker, however... this Noble Phantasm represents a darker aspect to the symphony.

The curse of the ninth. An ominous legend in the world of classical music. It is believed that a ninth symphony is destined to be a composer's last, and that the composer will be fated to die while or after writing it, or before completing a tenth. In Berserker's case, while he lived for three more years after the symphony was composed, none of his subsequent works ever reached the same level of acclaim, and he died before ever composing a tenth. In a way, regardless of whether the curse truly existed or not, it can be said that the Ninth Symphony gloriously killed his career, and his life followed soon after.

A Noble Phantasm made by sharing his curse with others, and binding his tragic fate with theirs. Upon playing this piece, individuals within hearing distance will find their parameters lowered by one rank (two for art-oriented Heroic Spirits) and their luck rapidly dropping into abysmal levels. Furthermore, affected individuals can only amass mana by up to half their usual amount. This mana cap essentially makes it impossible for them to utilize abilities that would normally take up more than 50% mana to activate instantaneously. Thus, this Noble Phantasm positions the targets' original state as an "ideal", one that they had once attained but now remains beyond reach for them in this pitiful state brought about by the curse.

Finally, there is one more effect to this Noble Phantasm that the targets are unaware of. Embodying the curse in its fullest, should any affected targets activate any art-based Noble Phantasm after hearing this symphony, this Noble Phantasm would kill them without fail. Visually, the moment a Noble Phantasm is activated, a crimson string of music notes would immediately surround the target before powerfully constricting them and crushing their Spirit Core in seconds. That said, since this Noble Phantasm also embodies Berserker's own tragic end, activating it would also kill him. Once every instant-death effect from this Noble Phantasm has been triggered, the same string of notes would appear around him, killing him the same way. Alternatively, should there be no one in his audience affected with the instant-death effect (possessing an art-based Noble Phantasm), this symphony would simply kill him the moment he finishes conducting it. All other effects of this Noble Phantasm is nullified once Berserker is truly dead.

Source

Lore

Were you expecting the story of Ludwig van Beethoven here? The musical prodigy, the legendary composer who received applause from the entirety of Europe and redefined the world of classical music itself? That man is no more. You won't hear anything about him from my lips.

Oh? You're still interested in hearing my story either way? Hmph, I suppose it can't be helped. This is a story of tragedy. A tale of gentle dreams crushed by the world itself...

Ludwig van Beethoven was a legend. I'm sure that's what the history books told you, and to a certain extent, they weren't wrong. Those were my glory days, and yet as everything else in this world, they weren't meant to last. Let us begin with my youth. There are... some things I'd rather not mention here, but to keep it short, my father raised me to become a second Mozart. He was a monster. His methods were cruel, and even now I can still vaguely recall the sensation of my body submerged in cold water in the middle of the night. He stopped teaching me when I was ten, and I came to know many different mentors over the following years, but a part of me felt as if... he never left.

Even as Beethoven grew into the brilliant composer you know today, a part of me was still afraid. I think I lived most of my life under my father's shadow. Even after he's gone, I continued to fear him. I strove to be the best, to surpass the old masters and "save" Europe with my music. To come up with that one magnum opus that would put every other musician before and after me to shame... all because I feared what would happen if I failed. Yet after many years living in fear and anxiety... I realized something else. I shouldn't let the past hold me back forever. It didn't happen instantly, of course, but gradually, the chains that bound me to my father just... disappeared. I love music, and at some point, I realized that I should compose not for the sake of some imaginary monster in my head, but for my own sake. Thus I began composing with renewed passion... only to slowly but surely lose my hearing over the next few years. I tried to resist it for as long as possible, but it's just... impossible. A deaf composer! Can you imagine that!? And just after I finally broke free from the darkness that shackled me for so long! Hahaha, I swear... God, what kind of sick joke is this!?

Ahem, my hearing was not the only thing that left me in my later years. The world itself seemingly darkened as I gradually lost every other thing I held dear, some of them through no one's fault but my own. As my hearing worsened, so too did my music lost its splendor. I continued to struggle in vain to keep my head above the water, with a few of my compositions gaining a bit more fame than others, but it just wasn't the same. Tired of it all, I cursed the world. I cursed God. I cursed myself for this weakness. I pushed my family away in pursuit of a sound that was no longer there. Oftentimes, I tortured myself with cold water like my father did all those years ago. At other times, I drowned myself in alcohol, all to punish myself for allowing this accursed deafness to get the better of me.

From then on, the spiral only worsened. A few of my friends and acquaintances voiced their concerns, but I turned them all away. After all, they had no idea of the things I went through. They were blind to my suffering and could never hope to understand the pain of a musician who lost his hearing... at least, that's what I thought back then.

In 1815, my brother Kaspar lost his battle against tuberculosis. In our youth, he was one of my earliest supporters, and while I already found myself trapped in my... vices back then, I still mourned him, in my own way. Unexpectedly, his death was soon followed by a series of legal disputes over the custody of his son Karl. See, in his will, Karl named me as the sole rightful guardian of the boy. His wife, Johanna, disagreed. Due to the woman's unsightly history of theft and embezzlement, I considered her wholly unfit to act as a parent. On the other hand, she considered me too mentally unstable to properly look after the boy. Even now, I still stand by my opinion that Johanna does not deserve to be a mother to Karl, but looking back... I suppose she wasn't entirely wrong about me either.

In any case, it was a long battle. I only gained sole custody over Kaspar after five years, in 1820. Unfortunately... I made mistakes. Countless words and actions I could never take back. In short... I became as much of a monster to Karl as my father was to me. It all culminated in August 1825, when Karl attempted to take his own life by shooting himself in the head. It was a wake-up call I never knew I needed... or at least, that's the optimistic way to look at it. In truth, it felt closer to the final ray of light that disappeared from my life... for it was the moment that I finally realized just how far I've fallen. Even as I lost everything, as God left me with this accursed fate... I never thought I'd stoop to his level. As a child, I vowed that I'd at least become a better person than him if I ever have children of my own. It shouldn't be a very difficult thing, right? My father was below even the bare minimum standard of human decency when it came to child-rearing, and yet... I can never forgive myself for what happened to Karl.

From then on, I distanced myself from Karl. I'm sure he wouldn't want me around, and I'm... afraid. I didn't want to hurt anyone else. I drowned myself further in work and alcohol as my body continued to fall apart. And... that was it. I left this world in March 1827, on a stormy night accompanied by a single thunderclap. There was no glorious applause at the end of that shameful performance, only silence. The same silence I'd grown so familiar with over the last decade or so.

Thus... ends the story of Ludwig van Beethoven, the failure.

Description

"No, no, this isn't right! The sound isn't coming out as I imagined it to! Guh, this movement is another failure, perhaps if I use a different instrument here... oh? Oh? Is that you, Master? What business do you have with a failure like myself? Surely you have better things to do than to spend time with me, much like I have better things to do than to indulge your curiosity. I don't take kindly to disruptions, you know. I... ugh, no! I could almost hear it! The notes! Gah, It's always like this! At times I could feel those melodies so close, so perfect... only to have them fade away the moment I reach out, like grasping at water with your bare hands! ...Ahem, would you kindly leave, Master? Please, before I..."

Source

Likes:
"You would interrupt me just to ask such an obvious question!? Composing, of course! It is my very life! The one thing that defines Ludwig van Beethoven! What would I be, if not for my compositions!? That's why I have to keep going..."
...
"My health..? Why should it matter!? What else do I have left to lose!? I live to spite God above for taking away my hearing! For leaving me in this cold, silent world... That's why, even if my fingers rot and my body turns to dust, I'll never stop composing. I'll finish my next piece, and the next, and the next... hehe, it's... the only thing I can do... hehehe..."

Dislikes:
"Children. Stubborn, screaming brats... I can't stand them. I can't even trust myself around them. It's scary. I hated them, but Karl... hahaha, I've become quite the pathetic monster, haven't I? Laugh! Laugh at this failure of a man standing before you now! Haha... my father must be laughing from his grave right now..."

Bond 5

Likes:
"You would think that a composer like myself would prefer some peace and quiet whenever I sit down to compose my next piece. You are mistaken. I enjoy the crowd, the bustling sounds of people carrying on with their days. Even if I do not share their energy, just having them around as... background noise, or at least what little I could hear of them, is soothing, in a way. It serves as a reminder that the living, breathing world around me still exists. In my worst nightmares, sometimes I see myself focusing on my composition so much in this soundless world of mine to the point that the moment I looked up from the table, my surroundings... aren't there anymore. It's as if the world simply abandoned me just like that after taking the one thing that meant the most to me. So a simple reminder that I'm still here, that the world still exists... it goes a long way, at least for me."

Dislikes:
"Heed my words, Master; nothing good ever comes out of yearning for the approval of a dead man, especially the one you hated so much. You are young. Stop chasing shadows and think of what you want. What sort of music would you like to compose, what story would you like to put on paper, what message would you like to share with the world... so long as it comes from your own heart. Then make the most of each day, while you still can."

Wish:
"To restore my hearing to how it once was, or prevent said hearing loss from ever occurring in the first place during my lifetime... well, that's one of them. My hearing is important to me, of course, but assuming there is only one opportunity for me to wish upon the Holy Grail... I'd use it on something else. My nephew, Karl. I owe him an apology. I spent years living in fear of my father. Cursing him under my breath and despising him with all my being. And yet, in the end, I became a monster no better from him! Can you imagine that, Master!? I was so confident that I wouldn't repeat his mistakes! That I'd become better! That no child under my care would ever have to endure the things I endured during my youth! And yet I failed them all... So this is my wish, not as the legendary composer, but as a father figure; I'd like to see him one more time. We have... much to talk about."

A bitter, cynical man. An embodiment of a cruel reality triumphing over childish dreams and lofty ideals. Little traces remain of the once-brilliant composer in the man before you now. His hair is unkempt, his clothes dirty, and there are dark circles below his eyes. Despite being summoned as a Berserker, he is fully capable of holding conversations... sort of. Most of the time, he spends his time locked in his (very messy) room for days on end. To a certain extent, his obsession with composing is a coping mechanism to distract him from the failures and tragedies of his final years. The moment inspiration runs dry, he's quick to drown his sorrows in alcohol, which oftentimes result in more violent outbursts. He loathes the man he has become, yet at the same time, he is incapable of abandoning all the self-destructive habits that led him to that point.

During his more sober moments, Berserker may show a different side of himself. A man constantly drowning in regrets. He claimed to hate the heavens for taking away his hearing, but he hates himself more. He hates the man he has become and fears the things he's capable of doing. This is especially apparent in his relationship with children. The fact that he became a monster to his nephew the same way his father did to him weighs heavily on his conscience, to the point of him shunning any contact with children, fearing that the "monster" would awaken again. Ultimately, it appears that he trusts himself very little, to the point he genuinely believes that isolating himself from the world to focus on his compositions would be better than going out to fail or hurt anyone else ever again. At the same time, the very thought of isolation scares him, and the stress does not help his mental state.

Deep down, underneath all that bitterness and self-loathing, Berserker is a Beethoven who had finally embraced his calling as a composer. Unlike how he was in his youth, he no longer lives in fear of his father, and he no longer intends to emulate Mozart, Haydn, or any of the other masters. This is a Beethoven who had finally realized his own uniqueness and sought to create music purely out of his love for the art... in theory, at least. His numerous problems tend to overshadow his more creative side most of the time, but if by some miracle he is able to rediscover his passion thanks to the Master, as well as any other available support system... perhaps it is possible to bring light back into his eyes.

Relationships

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:
"YOU! MOZAAARTT!! DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW MANY YEARS I SPENT CHASING AFTER YOUR SHADOW!? GIVE THEM BACK!! GIVE ME BACK MY YOUTH!!"

Daniel Steibelt:
"Hahaha, you would hate me for something I'm not? See, when you think about it, can any one of us ever truly be called 'Gottlieb' to begin with!? Regardless of talent, ideals, and ambitions, we're all doomed to grow old and die one day! We're all the same in that regard! God robbed me of everything I once held dear, and you still have the gall to think He 'loved' me!? Ah, you know what? Try and kill me, if that makes you feel better! But I'll have you know you can't kill a man who's already dead!"

Sergei Rachmaninoff (Lily):
"Tch, the world is a terrible enough place without any sort of god meddling with your life. Let's have a toast, from one failure to another!"

Anna Pavlova:
"Take it from me, fräulein; don't waste your time on those meaningless ideals of yours. The world will continue to move forward to the will of an uncaring god, with no care for you nor your performance. Even the most talented artists will rot away and return to dust one day. There is nothing beautiful about the Dying Swan. At the end of the day, the swan is just that; dead."

Joseph Haydn:
*Drunkenly hums a part of The Creation*
"So it's you, teacher... hah, everything really was pointless in the end, huh? That Garden of Eden you showed us in your oratorio... I wonder if even exists in the first place? Well, not that I could ever end up there after everything I did."

Georg Friedrich Händel:
"You... you remind me of him. Haha, yes, you're just like him! That eternal pursuit of 'perfection' might just end up killing someone down the road, you know? Just add a bucket of cold water to your training regime, and we'll be the exact same, hahaha!"

Ludwig van Beethoven (Saver):
"Eh? What the... No, no, no, this can't be... what kind of sick joke is this!? You! Who even ARE you!?"

Ludwig van Beethoven (Caster):
"Ah, you're... Karl..? No, no, that's not it! I-It's you! No, no, no, STAY AWAY! DON'T LOOK AT ME! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Bond 5, ascension 3 (sober)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:
"You... no, it wouldn't be right for me to blame you. My sins are mine alone to bear. If anything, I should thank you, for allowing me to bear witness to your light, no matter how briefly."

Daniel Steibelt:
"Perhaps you would consider me a hypocrite or a liar for saying this, being someone you perceive as 'Gottlieb' and all, but... that pursuit of fame and recognition won't bring the satisfaction you're hoping for. It won't ever end, and even if you're able to quench it somehow, that emptiness will still remain, eating away at your soul. Feel free to kill me here if you desire proof."

Sergei Rachmaninoff (Saber):
"I cannot help but think that we are... opposites, in a way. In the end, you found a shining future lying beyond the sorrows you faced in your youth, while I spent much of my early years under the spotlight, only to be consumed by the darkness once the curtain falls. Those years after my father died, back when I was free to pursue my love towards music, and the brilliant sounds of the world graced my ears... I really did have everything back then, huh? A shame I could not realize it until it was too late."

Anna Pavlova:
"I see, so you danced beautifully until the very end... if only I had your resolve back then. Ahem, anyway, I wouldn't consider myself especially familiar with ballet, but I suppose writing one more composition wouldn't hurt. A piece to accompany your next performance... now where to begin..?"

Joseph Haydn:
"Teacher... no, it wasn't your fault either. Your music inspired me, and you taught me splendidly. It's just afterwards... what happened afterwards..? How did things end up the way they did? I... even I don't entirely know. But you're not the one at fault."

Georg Friedrich Händel:
"I see, so God robbed you of the world's light, the same way He robbed me of its sounds. And yet despite it all, you continued to shine brilliantly even now... how I envy you. Do tell, what is it that kept you going in those last ten years? Could I have done... anything different..? No, there is no need to answer the second question. I'm sure I could have. It's just..."

Ludwig van Beethoven (Saver):
"Guh, he was... all I ever hoped to be. The savior of Europe, huh... is that really how people remember me? It feels... sickening, seeing him here, but I suppose that's just the nature of ideals itself; grand visions overwriting even the darkest aspects of reality. As for the Beethoven standing before you now, hmm... to begin with, did I ever manage to 'save' anyone with my music back then? I'd like to think I did, somehow, but... no. That would change nothing. No matter how many people I save, I still can't forgive myself for what happened to Karl. Their applause is meaningless if I can't even save one boy."

Ludwig van Beethoven (Caster):
"Karl... no, you're not him, are you? It feels unreal, facing a shadow of your past self like this. I'm sure he resents me for becoming the pathetic adult I am now. Still, I... hmm, this is strange. In my final years, I could have sworn I had so many things I wanted to say towards my younger self. Apologies, things to do differently, vices to avoid, advice about the future... so many things. Yet seeing him now, it's as if those words just... vanished from my mind. Haha, maybe he really is the more mature one between the two of us. I miss seeing the light in those eyes..."

Bond CE

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