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    Don't mind me, just posting a quick sheet to get some practise in for a future project that I teased in the Womb thread.

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    Rider(?)

    "..."



    Standing before you is a woman displaced from her time, you're pretty sure it is the Servant you summoned, but her minimal presence and her lack of dialogue towards you gives you pause. But what's this? What appears to be a wanted posted flutters from underneath Rider's dress whilst she wasn't paying attention.

    Picking it up you read...Here is a special news bulletin.
    The Wicked Lady is England's most wanted woman.
    Her portrait is hanging on every post office wall.
    If you have any information about this woman.
    Please contact the nearest magistrate’s office…


    Ripping off her disguise and giving a cackling laugh, Rider assumes her true form to her Master.

    Rider



    True Name: Katherine Ferrers
    Epithet: "The Wicked Lady"
    Region: England (17th Century)
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
    Likes: Excitement, Money
    Dislikes: Children, Ennui
    Talents: Disguises, Larceny
    Natural Enemy: Thomas Fanshawe

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

    Character
    This is the story of Katherine Ferrers, the Wicked Lady from old Bayford town.
    She was the meanest cat, she really mowed them down.
    She had no heart at all, for she was really tough.
    She left her husband flat, he wasn't tough enough.
    She took her gang along, 'cause they were mean and strong…

    Rider takes the form of Katherine Ferrers, a Gentlewoman and Heiress who was said to have terrorized her local county of Hertfordshire as the infamous highwaywoman known as "The Wicked Lady".

    In her public life as Ferrers, she was seen as a demure woman who performed all the tasks to be expected of a member of the gentry. Ferrers embodied grace, politeness and refinement - yet also maintained a level of humility and modesty to keep to the social norms of the time. But anyone who interacted with her for a long period of time would notice that there was more than just an air of aloofness about her and that lethargy seemed to emanate from her dull eyes.

    In sharp contrast when freed from the constraints of courtly life, Ferrers transforms into the Wicked Lady, a severe woman who exudes an aura of toughness. Sharp tongued and highly combative, Ferrers can play rough just as well as any of her male underlings. Yet despite this, Ferrers is not a meathead like them as her brain is her greatest asset, reading the true nature of people and their intentions which allows her to easily navigate aristocratic life and figure out which rich toffs are the easiest to part from their money. Banditry is the only life for Ferrers as it is the sole thing which adds spice to the boring existence she lived. It was for this reason that she was driven to more and more extreme heists despite the protests of her gang, and directly led to their deaths. The reason why her gang didn’t resist her orders no matter how insane wasn’t because they respected her strength, but rather they feared her wrath as she was infamously cold blooded and would not hesitate to execute any of her underlings that she suspected of treachery.

    Within a Holy Grail War, Ferrers understands that Servants are a lot tougher than the weak civilians she would routinely rob and therefore won’t be as intimidated by her sword or gun. Thus being an honourless criminal, she will employ a hit ‘n run strategy where she ambushes her opponents and between bobbing and weaving between her surroundings and the use of suppressive fire, tries to bamboozle the opponent before closing in to deliver the final strike with her sword. If this fails, she’ll retreat and try again at the next opportune moment, or even start targeting the Masters specifically instead if she gets frustrated at not being a threat to the more ancient Servants. When it comes to her own Master, Ferrers will pay lipservice to the idea of subordination but in reality she will always be inclined to do her own thing. As a Highwayman who are one of the symbols of rebellion, the worst type of Master to have in terms of compatibility would be an authoritarian one who tries to dictate every action that Ferrers takes, just like her boring husband once did…

    Her wish upon the Grail? She doesn’t have one in particular, the only reason she agreed to be summoned in the first place is that the idea of stealing the Grail from those who think they deserve it seemed so appealing that she couldn’t pass up the thrill.


    Skills

    Class Skills

    Magic Resistance - (E)
    The protection granted against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. Due to the fact that Ferrers was not a mage, nor did she live in an age rife with magical energy, she has very little in the way of immunity against magical effects. As a result, she can only cancel out Single-Action spells and otherwise is just as vulnerable to higher magecraft as is a normal modern human.

    Riding - (C)
    A Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. Rider-class Servants will typically possess a high rank. It is said that dragon type mounts are an exception, requiring a different ability other than Riding. Between horses and stagecoaches, Ferrers has a bevy of experience when it comes to making a quick getaway on a mount. She can handle most vehicles and animals with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period she was alive in, for they are no exception. However, she cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.

    Personal Skills

    Beautiful Appearance - (B)
    A Skill that combines natural beauty with clothing, creating an aura (though not the figure) of genderless beauty. Despite her posthumous title of the “Wicked Lady”, nobody initially knew that Ferrers was actually a woman in disguise who was committing the robberies with her sex only being discovered after her corpse was retrieved. Now manifested as a Servant, Ferrers has a perception filter covering her body that changes how people observe her. It increases the success rate of opening a Dialogue with an enemy of either Gender as it allows Ferrers to avoid out-group prejudice. The Skill also enables her to neutralise enemy effects that only target one Gender by simply presenting as the other.

    Knight of the Road - (B)
    A special composite hybrid created from the fusion of both the Presence Concealment and Disengage Skills. Despite the profession of Highwaymen being later romanticised in fiction as “Knights of the Road”, in reality they were anything but chivalrous. The key principles lay in hiding in wait for the target to move close enough, striking fast and hard, then beating a hasty retreat before the authorities could mobilise. As such, Ferrers is now able to mask her presence both physically and spiritually at long range in order to approach the enemy undetected and should combat commence because her sneak attack failed, she has a higher initiative of being able to escape from combat and potentially resetting the battle conditions.

    Sticky Fingers - (C)
    An ability born from the anecdotes of one who is famous for larceny, it is the ability to covertly "steal" something either from one's surroundings or from a person, even if the user did not make direct contact with the target. As the most famous Highwaywomen, Ferrers was a menace to society who would steal from any schmuck that crossed her path, regardless of class, sex or age. Once Ferrers has identified a target, she reaches out her hand and concentrates on having the object in her grasp. The distance is measured and calculated against a Check between the differential of Ferrers’ Agility and her Luck that she must pass and if succeeded, the object will have moved into her hand.



    Noble Phantasm


    Sovay
    Procession of the Haunted Bandits

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

    With a mere snap of her fingers, Ferrers can summon a horse to act as her steed as was traditional for the Highwaymen. But by invoking the True Name of Sovay and firing her pistol into the air, Ferrers will summon the Noble Phantasm in its entirety. Sovay takes the form of a haunted stagecoach influenced by the ghostly legends throughout Western Europe such as the Cóiste Bodhar. Pulling up beside Ferrers, one can observe that Sovay is manned by the wraiths of criminals responsible for various crimes during and after the Civil War whose actions were blamed on the Wicked Lady and thus their souls were subsumed into her gang. Pulling the stagecoach along are spectral horses that are missing chunks of their skin and their glistening skeletons can be seen underneath.

    Sovay has various uses depending on the situation. It being a secure carriage means that it offers protection from ranged weapons and can be used to safely transport the Master or other civilians away from the danger zone. Conversely it can be used as a battering ram, crashing through barriers in order to deliver Ferrers and allies into enemy territory. Whilst it won’t do a lot of damage to try and run over an enemy Servant, it can still be useful to stun them and set up a follow up attack by Ferrers. Likewise, the wraiths who act as Ferrers’ underlings can act as backup support with their pistols to provide suppressive fire and slash at opponents with their swords - though they cannot deviate more than a few meters from the main body of the stagecoach. Given that she doesn’t see them as actual friends, Ferrers would not shed a tear if any of the wraiths were destroyed and is more than willing to sacrifice them if it would guarantee her victory. In contrast, she would be very upset if her stagecoach was lost as that is one of the last things that remains of her mother, the only person Ferrers cares about.


    Lore
    The Ferrers were an aristocratic family that lived in Southern England and were great favorites in the courts of Henry VIII and Edward VI for their fervent Protestantism advocacy. However tragedy struck just before the middle of the 17th Century where all of the male heirs died off in rapid succession. This left the teenage Katherine as the sole heiress to the family’s estates. Her widowed mother remarried to Sir Simon Fanshawe but died herself shortly after, leaving Katherine in the care of her new stepfather who quickly married her off to his nephew Thomas Fanshawe.

    Unfortunately Katherine was unable to enjoy any marital bliss as the English Civil War had broken out and as part of the defeated Royalist faction, the Sequestration Committee had cut the assets of the Fanshawe family and so they were forced to sell off the majority of Katherine’s inheritance to stay afloat. To make matters worse, Katherine’s husband spent most of their marriage either away fighting in the war or imprisoned in the Tower of London. Even when the Monarchy was restored and Katherine took part in the celebrations, she died under mysterious circumstances mere weeks later and with her gone the Ferrers line went extinct and her husband disposed of the bulk of her property shortly after. This is the official documentation of the life of Katherine Ferrers at least…

    Off the record, it is said that during her husband’s absence, Katherine took it upon herself to save the Fanshawe family from ruin by dressing as a man and committing robberies as a Highwayman. This was unsurprisingly common of Royalists during and after the Civil War who found themselves bereft of income and even homeless. With the help of her accomplice and potential lover Ralph Chaplin, Katherine became an infamous brigand who terrorized No Man’s Land for years as the “Wicked Lady”.

    However all good things come to an end and when the Monarchy was restored, the slack law enforcement was fixed and eventually a routine job went badly wrong and Katherine was shot during her escape from the magistrates and by the time she returned to her base of Markyate Cell, she had expired from blood loss. Supposedly the household servants had heard a commotion in the night and discovered her body in a secret stairway entrance, dressed in men’s clothes and they discreetly carried her back to her home to be buried. Katherine’s accomplice Chaplin was caught and executed on Finchley Common the morning after as well.

    Though it seems the shadow of the Wicked Lady continued on even after Katherine’s death as in the following years many crimes committed in the County were blamed on her, perhaps as a form of scapegoating but some genuinely believed it was Katherine herself returned as an evil spirit. It seems the truth of the matter is still shrouded in mystery, like a shadow in the dark of night…


    Creator's Notes
    A bit of cheeky fun inspired by watching the 1945 film “The Wicked Lady”, starring the legendary Margaret Lockwood as Not-Ferrers. I was unsure at first whether to go in a wackier direction with the sheet a la Persona 5 and Lupin IIIrd or to keep it perfectly straight, but after thinking about the gravity of Ferrers’ life, it would feel wrong to be silly and so I kept it mostly on the serious side.

    Interestingly, it seems that her epithet of “the Wicked Lady” had nothing to do with her and was a case of mistaken identity with that of the “Wicked” Lord Ferrers who was the last member of the House of Lords to be hanged in England and was unrelated to Katherine. As an aside, you get a cookie if you know what “Sovay” is in reference to without having to do an internet search.

    Also yes, the random song lyrics interspersed throughout this sheet are converted from the Boney M. song “Ma Baker”.

    The Faceclaim is the Plain Doll and then Lady Maria, both characters from the “Bloodborne” video game. FromSoft, release Bloodborne onto PC and my life will be yours!



    One day they robbed a coach, it was their last foray.
    The cops appeared too soon, they couldn't get away.
    With all the loot they had, it made them mighty mad.
    And so the shots rang out, the Lady’s and everyone’s.
    They didn't want to hang, they died with blazing guns.
    And so the story ends, of one who left no friends…


    As always, all comments and criticisms are duly welcome~
    "Here's a bangin lil' tune about takin' on The Man!"

    (Check out my Super Special Awesome Servant Compendium here)

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    Katherine Ferrer: Kind of reads as the perfect "weak" Servant. Dive in and out of combat, nab shinies, and trample fools on the way out with a haunted medieval hearse. The song lyrics add a nice flavor, though it's a shame Rider doesn't get her own "dialogue" (I can hear her swapping between "refined, waifish lady" and "hardened rogue with a harsh brogue" well enough, I suppose).

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    Rene Descartes ★★★★

    Name: Renes Descartes
    Class: Ruler
    Alternate Classes: Watcher, Foreigner
    Attribute: Star
    Region: France
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Likes: Spicy foods, his daughter, solving mysteries
    Dislikes: Superstitions, Clock Tower politics, "backseat driving"



    Strength: D Agility: B Luck: D
    Endurance: C Mana: B++ Noble Phantasm: A-




    Descartes: Why is life? Why is being? Why is truth?Your silence astounds me.
    The pillar of light dispersed from the Round Shield as the summoning circle died down. The Servant’s voice echoed out, but it did not match the young girl standing before Ritsuka.
    Descartes: As one who has glimpsed even a fragment of the Third an uncountable number of times, one would expect an answer from you.Your reaction notwithstanding, I shall always endeavor to grasp the answer myself!
    She spoke with a self-assured attitude. She had nearly grasped the answer once before, so this second chance would surely be her big break.
    Ruler: Citrina Lidellyne Trophonia here, nice to meet you! The hitchhiker says hello. He’s Rene Descartes, who insists on remaining mostly an observer.To honor the deal between the two us, allow me to properly introduce myself again.Servant Ruler, Citrina Descartes has answered your summons Master~!




    Class Skills
    God’s Resolution: - A class skill of the Ruler Class which grants command seals. It is a privilege granted during Holy Grail Wars, and as such, remains sealed for Servants summoned outside that context. There is the possibility that the other reason he lacks this skill is his contributions to Rationalism and the perception of his character by the people, much to his chagrin. As a sign of respect to his faith, he insists the unranked skill remain recorded in his file regardless.
    True Name Discernment: B++ A class skill of the Ruler Class which grants the ability to view a Servant’s status information during a direct encounter. Servants with Presence Concealment require a Luck Check. Ruler’s affinity for understanding the Self grants an advantage when encountering Servants with abnormal properties.
    Territory Creation: C A skill that allows Ruler to create a study for specializing in the analysis of cause and effect.

    Personal Skills
    Rational Insight: A A sublimation of the ability to understand patterns and perceivable phenomenon. Unfortunately, this skill’s range is limited to phenomenon that follow a consistent train of logic. In this way, it is inferior to a certain detective’s Inherent Insight. Nevertheless, it’s outcome is just as absolute.
    Spiritron Dualism: D++ The ability to perceive the frequency of Spiritron Particles and manipulate Saint Graphs. This skill is mostly an application of guesswork, rational geometry, and Ruler's theory of Mind-Body Dualityto their absolute limit. It allows for minor alteration and reinforcement of a target’s existence. While Ruler was a mage of the Spiritual Evocation Department well ahead of his time, he is limited both by the shadow of his failures and knowledge unavailable to his time.
    Aletheia Curriculum: B A skill belonging to Citrina Lidelyne Trophonia. It is a sublimation of the Aletheia Oracle Academy’s divination practices. It is the instinctual calculation and application of statistical data in everyday life supported by the Observation Sphere mystic code. Without the vast virtual network of the Oracle Academy, this skill can only beam information directly into the brain at a manageable degree.
    Threshold of Radix: EX A skill denoting one who has been permanently scarred by brief contact with the Akashic Records in life. Ruler cannot manifest into a physical form, and requires a vessel to host him, much like a Divine Spirit. Attempts to Summon Descartes outside the Ruler class results in… anomalies.





    Background

    Why is being? Why is the self? Why is truth? There once was a man who stopped to question the reality of his very existence, of the world around him and the place of his mind in it. Ruler's True Name is Rene Descartes: the French mathematician, physicist, and philosopher who was among the founders of the rationalist philosophy. He is the first to divide mind and body, and the first to attribute the descernment of truth to humanity alone. It could be said that Descartes is the first among mages to truly step into the Age of Man, with Newton being among the last before the world of magecraft truly retreated into seclusion. Ruler's rationalism, which posited that each person can comprehend the true nature of the world around them through observation and experimentation, would speed along the degradation of mystery as humanity began to doubt and reject the concept of
    magic
    miracles
    .

    But Descartes was mostly unaware of the impact his philosophy would have on the world. He was, after all a mage himself, one who flirted with heresy, but a mage nonetheless. Like most mages, he sought to glimpse the swirl of the Root in order to fully comprehend the world in which he lived. Legends even speak of the automaton he built and the coffin in which it was kept. The contents within are said to have frightened the crew such that Descartes was thrown off at the next port stop. The artifact in question was lost in the process. When Ruler’s research finally opened unto his feeble mind a path to Akasha, he was overwhelmed so absolutely that he died only days later. That which lurks at the threshold between existence and Origin having gazed back at him. It seems Ruler attributes this incident to missing the final piece, that accursed coffin of undeath and the contents therein (be it automaton or something else entirely).

    Due to the circumstances of his brush-up with Akashic Records, Ruler can only manifest as a Pseudo Servant hitching along a ride with a vessel. His current host was made from the record of a certain oracle from the 23rd Century.

    Personality

    Ruler is a stubborn fellow who always seeks to walk his own path to the answer, Ruler often clashed with those who preceded him and contemporaries. He has a tendency to play devil's advocate, an instinctual contrarian. A microcosm of humanity, of the individual which seeks to shine brilliantly amongst the masses. He is determined to observe with his own "hands" first, and gets annoyed by the opinions of others when he is working something out.

    Wish for the Grail

    Citrina: A wish from the Grail? Hmm… it’s a farfetched, but if you’ll humor me, I would be tempted to wish for some sort of divine revelation for all humanity.We’re definitely in dire need of a WIS buff, don’t you think?
    The master can only smile awkwardly. Wasn’t this a little ironic for the Servant who helped dismantle the Oracle Academy? It was certainly not farfetched though, if his time in the Oracle Academy taught him anything, it seemed such a thing was just universally yearned for there.
    Citrina: Ah but realistically speaking, I would probably wish for a physical body for dad!Why? The wish or that designation? Either way, it’s a sign of
    gratitude to Francine
    affection from myself
    .





    Running thought patterns... Tracing connection... Signal recieved. Reach the place beyond the spark of
    Self
    Origin
    !

    Echoed Whereabouts of the Soul
    Cogita,ErgoSum




    Rank: A Classification: Anti-Unit Range: 0~10 Max. Targets: 1

    Why is the being? Why is the world? Why is truth? A Noble Phantasm named for Ruler’s most famous quote. This is an unfinished miracle, the ultimate sublimation of Descartes’ unrealized magnum opus. Using his unfinished Coffin, Ruler can temporarily manifest a target’s soul outside their body. This requires intense concentration from the target, as the process involves using the target’s thought patterns as a jumping off point to reach the higher plane in which Spiritrons exist. This Noble Phantasm can also be used to aid in the Summoning of Phantom Spirits.

    It is a mystery bordering on the Third Magic! Alas, without the missing piece, it might as well be a Black Box.


    ERROR! Corrupted data detected... decrypting...
    Black Box of the Closed World




    Rank: ??? Classification: Sealed Range: ??? Max. Targets: ???

    The crew were terrified. The captain could not find his words. The madman could only yell out in despair.
    On that dark and stormy night, the key to his lifelong work was lost.
    No one can speak of what happened on that dark stormy night, out at sea.
    Incident reports from the Faculty of Law are heavily censored. The only discernable information that has ever been gleaned in the modern day is of the whirlwind of wind and clouds that obscured the vessel until dawn.

    A sealed Noble Phantasm inaccessible to Descartes under the Ruler Class. A void of information that only exists to the persisting legend of Descartes’ Automaton and the mysterious coffin designed to house it. The truth of that incident and the contents of that box remain an unknowable myth passed down in the Spiritual Evocation department to this day.
    This Noble Phantasm merely allows for the manifestation of the unfinished coffin; however, it remains empty. The coffin’s true purpose has long since been lost, the missing piece it holds no longer means anything. It is a cloistered path to the Root that can neither be opened nor closed, a truth without evidence.
    Nevertheless, the physical Mystic Code can still be analyzed. Perhaps, if a mage possessing enough skill and intellect were to study it, Descartes’ final work may yet be completed. For now, this forbidden threshold remains untrodden.





    Bond Craft Essence

    I think,Therefore I am
    “Now, repeat after me, Master: I think, therefore I am.”
    The young girl speaks—figuratively—from two mouths. The stubborn genius has taken time out of his day to address an important problem for his Master.
    “Hold those words close to your heart. Actually, it’s alright if you doubt them. That just further proves the point anyways.”
    Both students, the Master and the Oracle, nod in understanding.
    “Ponder and appreciate those words. With that we can move on to the core, a simple
    habit
    Spell
    that’s guaranteed to pierce through any
    delusion
    illusion
    ."






    Notes

    This servant was a real Eureka moment for me. I was stumped on what to do with Rene Descartes for a while, once I started working on the three servant sheets related to the fourth "chapter" of my Horizon Gate project. Eventually, while at work, I came up with this idea of Descartes as a mage who sought the root, and his various fields of work were merely stepping stones to that end. iirc even he wasn't aware of how his Rationalism would come to affect the very faith he followed, so in the same sense here, mage Descartes wasn't entirely aware of how Rationalism would affect the decline of mystery. Or maybe he was somewhat willfully blind to it. I tried to keep the truth of the Descartes automaton and the coffin legend a bit mysterious in this sheet, mainly as a tease to a future Watcher or Foreigner sheet in the future. Whatever was in that coffin, be it automaton or something else, it was the unfinished piece of his research that prevented him from reaching True Magic. Poor guy. I was inspired a bit by that whole plotpoint in Mahoya with Aoko and the Red Death that loomed over her whenever she tried to tap into the Fifth Magic. Only, where Aoko survived, Descartes did not. poor guy. I was trying to go for a more narrative feel in some areas. Though, I can't help but feel like I fucked up somewhere here, so some feedback is appreciated.

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    Late Secret Santa Entry: Pool 23 - Distorted

    Apologies for the lack of collapse tabs


    Caster



    Theme

    “Hm. Leave me to my work, and my wait. The affairs of your world do not interest me, yet.”

    True Name: Daidalos (Δαίδαλος)
    Alias: The Greatest Inventor, The One Who Understands the Gods
    Alignment: Neutral Evil
    Alternate Classes: Rider, Assassin
    Height: 5’7’’
    Weight: 143 lbs
    Place of Origin: Athens, Greece (Greek Mythology)
    [Early to Mid-1500s B.C. {Mycenaean Age/Heroic Age}]
    Age: 52 Years Old
    Attribute: Man
    Catalyst: A Well-Preserved Daidala Statue
    Strength- D
    Endurance- D
    Agility- C
    Mana- C
    Luck- A
    NP- A+
    Armament: His Mind


    Lore


    Caster’s True Name is Daedalus, the legendary craftsman of Ancient Greece who built countless inventions compared directly to the work of the gods themselves. He was considered an unmatched genius who could achieve any feat of mechanical skill. His most famous creations were the Labyrinth of Crete, prison of the Minotaur, and the feathered wing used by himself and his son Icarus to escape it.


    Daedalus was born in the city-state of Athens, a grandson of the great king Erechtheus. From a young age, it was clear he possessed a brilliant and inquisitive mind. However, his talents were certainly nothing beyond the ken of human ability. That is, until a certain event.


    One day, as the young Daedalus was wandering the countryside, looking for interesting materials to build with, he stumbled across a strange chunk of metallic ore. Picking it up, Daedalus was fascinated by the new discovery, and decided to take it home and study it. And so he learned, and learned more, and more. He learned the true nature of the gods, of worlds infinitely far away across a sea of stars. And he learned of great machines, ancient dreadnaughts capable of feats beyond man’s wildest imagination. Daedalus’ exposure to this random piece of divine shrapnel, lost in the battle against the White Titan, had awakened his Origin; Comprehension, the ability to understand anything upon observing it. Understand he did, and with this understanding, he set about recreating what he had understood. He built his own machines, crude compared to what he knew was possible, but wondrously advanced compared to anything else in his homeland. These were the moving statues, the Daidala. And with this, he realized; he had been born too late.


    Even at this time, the gods of Olympus had already begun to withdraw. With their Aletheia bodies destroyed, they had become earthbound Nature Spirits, mere Divine Spirits rather than true Machine Gods. Daedalus could not speak with them, could not comprehend the true wonder of their technology. And of course, the primitive human society he was born into held little value to him, countless millennia behind the subject of his fervor. He was a man born too late, and too early.


    Daedalus attempted to sate his desires by devoting himself to his craftsmanship. He built not only his automatons, but also statues, ships, buildings, fortress walls; anything to find distraction and stimulation. Through this, he became famous as a great craftsman and inventor. His young nephew Perdix, said to be brilliant in his own right, came to work under him as his apprentice. Daedalus was uninterested in the boy and his own crude inventions, until…
    It was just a few scraps of iron, notched or bolted together. Crude, primitive, nothing compared to his own work. But…they were useful. They were simple, but brilliant. And Perdix had not needed to rely on the work of others to create them. He simply observed nature, and pulled brilliance from his own mind. Daedalus…couldn’t accept that.


    Perdix was thrown from the window, his death marked by the blessing and curse of Athena, the patron goddess of the city. Daedalus was exiled, and left to wander the countryside with nothing to his name. Eventually, he found his way across the sea to Crete, to the city of Knossos, ruled by the cruel but wise King Minos. Minos saw Daedalus’ talent, and commissioned him for many projects. One of which was to create an open-air dance floor for his beloved only daughter, Ariadne. This brought Daedalus and Ariadne into contact for the first time, and the two struck up an odd friendship; two outcasts in society, unable to understand and unable to be understood by others.


    Soon after, the affair with the white bull came to pass. On the king’s orders, Daedalus designed a mechanical cow apparatus, with which Queen Pasiphae could mate with her cursed lover. He would also create the Labyrinth, a massive system of tunnels and gates which would imprison Pasiphae’s deformed child away from the light of the sun. For his service, and his confidentiality, Daedalus was rewarded with a slave woman to take as his wife. Her name was Naucrate, and the child she bore was Icarus. As with all of his creations, Daedalus was struck with genuine love for the boy, and forged the only human bond he would ever consider truly special.


    Things were…acceptable, for a time. And then Minos’ sins finally caught up to him. The young Athenian hero Theseus had arrived, and sought to overcome the Labyrinth and slay the Minotaur. Ariadne, desiring to help the boy with so much potential, and to end her poor baby brother’s endless torture, asked Daedalus for his aid. Daedalus complied, partly for their friendship, and partly for the challenge of navigating the unnavigable, which he himself had designed. The device he created saw Theseus and Ariadne to victory, and upon discovering this, Minos had Daedalus and Icarus confined to the Labyrinth in punishment.


    Knowing that escape by land or sea would be impossible, Daedalus used what he had comprehended in his youth, and honed all throughout his life to construct a pair of wings; anti-gravity systems which would allow him and Icarus to escape Crete by flying over the sea. However, these systems were far too complex for a human being to operate. Daedalus, in his pride and arrogance, simply assumed his son would be able to do so regardless, just as he could. And as Icarus plummeted into the sea, Daedalus felt true despair once again.


    Daedalus crossed the sea to Sicily, where he served under King Cocalus in the city of Camicus, in an agreement similar to what he had with Minos. He built many great works there, and was the subject of admiration for the king’s brilliant daughters. However, he had not truly escaped the vengeful Minos. Minos travelled across the land, from city to city, offering riddles meant to draw Daedalus out. After offering an offhanded solution on how to run a thread through a seashell, Daedalus was discovered by Minos, who rode to Camicus demanding Daedalus’ head. And that very night, as Minos bathed in the steam baths Daedalus himself had built, Minos was boiled alive by the king’s daughters, who could not bear to see their great teacher taken from them.
    In this way, Daedalus lived on, finding sole comfort in the act of invention. He despaired for loneliness among humans. He despaired for his birth, too early and too late. He despaired for his son. And at the height of his despair, Daedalus found Comprehension.


    And existence beyond death. A Throne of Heroes. A way to preserve his existence far into the future, to pass through the ages until he could reach a form of humanity that could understand him; that he could understand.


    The next day, Daedalus wandered out into the countryside, just as he had done in his youth. He stumbled upon a poisonous serpent. He lifted it in his hands, met his end, and kept going, on to the future.



    Likes: Inventing, Gathering New Data, Crafting, Interesting People, Commissions

    Dislikes: Humans, “Crude” Technology, Waiting

    Talent: Carving Statuary, Architecture, Mechanical Engineering, “Theoretical” Physics



    Personality:

    There are many facets of Daedalus’ personality that can be said to define him. His genius, his skill, his arrogance, his pride. The truth of the matter is that Daedalus is defined by isolation. Even across the centuries and millennia following his death, Daedalus has found precious few men and women able to operate on his level. They are primitives, hardly more intelligent than monkeys. He is not disgusted by them, nor does he avoid them; all animals have some value, earned simply by the fact that evolution has allowed them to live until this point. But with few exceptions, Daedalus views humans as being barely even able to hold a conversation.


    Obviously, this means Daedalus is absurdly arrogant and prideful, to a degree that even his obscene intelligence rarely justifies his attitude. He is generally just awful to be around, and is only really agreeable when he is being given an interesting project to work on. When taking commissions, he always ignores his patrons requests, but still turns in something that does even more than they had asked for, so he is usually forgiven. A relationship with Deadalus is a constant shift between overwhelming irritation and gratitude that he deems your requests interesting enough to bother with.


    He tends to be extremely impatient with people, and only really cares about his work. The only people Daedalus will truly bother with are those who have caught his interest in some way, such as Icarus or Ariadne. He tends to be more sympathetic to fellow outsiders to society, but only if they can provide something interesting enough to keep his interest.


    Having already achieved his “path to the future” through the Throne of Heroes and the Servant Summoning System, Daedalus is free to devote any Holy Grails he acquires towards his only personal goal; to spare his son from the indignity of dying so young due to not being able to operate his flight system. Daedalus has come up with a number of options he’d like to try, and sees no issue expending multiple Holy Grails altering history in his attempts.


    Just making the damn things simple enough for a normal person to operate is infuriatingly low on his checklist.




    Class Skills:


    Territory Construction: --

    Daedalus is no mage, and he considers the construction of a mechanist’s Workshop to create his inventions to be a waste of time, resources, and brainpower which could be spent on the inventions themselves. He is the type to simply take over whatever space he is currently in, and begin building on the spot whenever he decides he’s achieved the minimum requirements to create the subject of his current interest.

    His second Noble Phantasm serves a similar purpose to this Skill’s “normal” use, though Daedalus rarely feels a need to use it that way.

    Item Creation (Divine Mechanics): EX

    Normally, the ability to manufacture useful magical items, from implements of war to mundane objects. In Daedalus’ case, he is incapable of creating magical tools; or rather, he has rejected the process of doing so entirely. Daedalus exclusively creates objects that function based on mechanical principles, involving no Mysteries beyond the use of mana as a physical fuel. He is easily capable of creating machines on the level of Noble Phantasms, so long as he has both the necessary materials and can envision the right mechanical processes within his mind.

    This Skill could be considered the expression of his first Noble Phantasm.



    Personal Skills:


    Divinity: E

    The measure of one’s divine attributes. At higher levels, one is considered to be of mixed race with a divine spirit. Divinity can be used as a measure of a person's strengths and natural talents, and can grant resistances, advantages, or disadvantages against certain abilities or Noble Phantasms. Daedalus has various traces of divine blood from various ancestors, but is fairly removed from them himself, so the rank of this Skill is low.


    Natural-Born Genius: A-

    A skill possessed by those known as geniuses, those possessing unparalleled natural intelligence and knowledge. Allows for the acquisition of various skills at one’s own discretion. Cannot be used to acquire skills inherent to the body, or unique to a particular hero. All others are available, and can be acquired at high-rank. Daedalus is unquestionably a genius, and is likely one of the most intelligent people ever born into this World. However, his genius is not perfect. Because of his disposition…or rather, because of his Origin, Daedalus is nearly incapable of creating wholly original inventions. Everything he builds is an iteration of something he has already seen before, and comprehended through the use of his first Noble Phantasm.

    It is not that he is incapable of original ideas; his personality simply makes it near impossible to even think that he should try and do so. Because of this, this Skill is weaker than it should be, as Daedalus tends to overlook Skills that would obviously benefit him in the moment in favor of relying exclusively on his inventions and his mind.


    Concept Improvement: EX

    The ability to modify and enhance an existing object through mechanical processes. Similar to Enchantment, but rather than attaching concepts or mystical traits, it improves the physical construction and performance. Objects can reach the level of Noble Phantasms if enough effort and energy is supplied. Due to the way his first Noble Phantasm works; or rather, due to the way his Origin works, Daedalus possesses possibly the greatest possible expression of this Skill. He can instantly comprehend any system he observes, and it takes him hardly any time at all to modify it in ways that dramatically improve its performance. He is even capable of adding entirely new functions to things, in ways that work perfectly with their previous function and create no significant drawbacks.

    This could well be considered the most overpowered “cheat skill” possessed by any inventor-type Heroic Spirit.


    Artisan’s Provocations: C

    A Skill created due to Daedalus’ natural disposition; to put bluntly, the consequences of being an asshole. Due to a great many compounding factors, Daedalus is incredibly hard to be around, and generally manages to upset almost everyone he ever interacts with. This tendency is so pervasive that it actually manifests as a Skill, inflicting a minor mental compulsion for those he has upset to chase after him when he attempts to disengage. Considering his very obvious second Noble Phantasm, this is obviously a rather terrible idea. This Skill makes Daedalus incredibly good at luring his enemies into inescapable traps, to the point where he could almost be considered an Assassin as well as a Caster.

    The reason a personality quirk has reached the level of a Skill is likely due to the legend of Daedalus murdering King Minos of Crete, having led him across the sea in a wild chase before unceremoniously boiling him alive in a bathtub.



    Noble Phantasm

    Daedalic Understanding

    Daidalikós Katanóisi - Absolute Comprehension: (Rank EX, Anti-Unit)

    Daedalus’ greatest and most indelible Noble Phantasm; his own peerless mind. Or rather, his own Origin. Daedalus’ Origin is Comprehension; the ability to instantly understand any system upon observing it. With this, he was able to learn the true origins of the gods of his land. With this, he could comprehend their very mechanisms simply by observing their meager remnants. With this, he could create machines of comparable brilliance to the beyond ancient race of spacefarers which created them. And with this, Daedalus could ensure his own eternity upon the Throne of Heroes, his mind fully intact and unaltered in any way.


    Among many other things, this Noble Phantasm allows Daedalus to instantly analyze and comprehend any physical system which he observes in some way. This extends to mechanical objects, living beings, and even intangible things such as magecraft rituals, so long as there is some aspect which Daedalus can empirically observe. The benefits of this from a data gathering perfective are obvious, and are in part how and why Daedalus is able to operate as quite possibly the greatest inventor in human existence.


    Beyond this, as Daedalus perceived in the days before his death, this special existence allowed him to ensure his consciousness was taken into the Throne of Heroes perfectly intact, without any alteration or degradation from things such as the passage of time or influence of the collective human unconscious. His faculties and personality are the exact same as they were in life, and furthermore, remain the exact same in every summoning. Even between summonings, his memories and perception are perfectly retained; unlike nearly all other Heroic Spirits, summoning Daedalus is less a matter of creating and manifesting a copy of the original, and more a continuous chain of experiences that the craftsman uses to observe and store an ever increasing store of data.


    The purpose of this database is, of course, to continuously build and invent new and greater machines, just as he did in life, and will continue to do until the planet itself burns out and collapses into its death wails. Limited only by time and materials, Daedalus can create a nigh-infinite number of Noble Phantasm-class machines and constructions, and the only reason he cannot create objects on the level of Divine Constructs is simply the inhuman degrees of precision and raw energy required for such processes, rather than them being beyond his comprehension.


    Among the countless things Daedalus can construct are impenetrable fortresses, divine temples, flying trains, Holy Grails, and of course, wings capable of independent flight. His most favored creations are his automatons, the Daidala. They are among his earliest creations from his mortal life; an ever-growing series of “living statues” which crudely (and later not-so-crudely) emulated the Olympians’ Aletheia. These Daidala are both Daedalus’ main method of combat (as he himself possesses no aptitude for fighting whatsoever), as well as assistants and specialize machinery for his crafting. The “ceiling” of power and utility for the Daidala is outright obscene, but they tend to be greatly limited by both the materials available to Daedalus, and his own lack of a head for battle strategy or combat effectiveness. He has a strong tendency to prioritize either aesthetics or niche practical use for his work over things like combat power.




    Evolution Labyrinth
    Exélixis Labỳrinthos - Ever-Changing Death Maze: (Rank A+, Anti-Army)

    The infamous underground maze Daedalus built under commission from King Minos of Crete. Its purpose was to serve as an inescapable prison for his monstrous son, Asterion, called the Minotaur. The Labyrinth was said to be an unnavigable tangle of shadowed tunnels which even Daedalus himself could barely navigate. However, with the benefits of hindsight and greater knowledge, Daedalus finds the original Labyrinth to be…boring. He has thus reworked this Noble Phantasm into an grand, ever-changing structure which he can upgrade and modify as he pleases. Its new form is roughly based on the improvements he gave to the walls of Acragas, his safe haven after escaping from Crete.

    The Labyrinth’s exact form is hard to describe, as Daedalus and his Daidala are constantly remodeling it to suit whatever whims Daedalus is feeling in the moment. Improving the aesthetics, adding in some hyper-specific type of work station, creating a specific trap meant to kill a particularly annoying interruption…Its versatility is its second strongest aspect.

    It’s strongest is it’s inescapable. Once one enters the Labyrinth, they cannot find their way out. Regardless of whatever certain form the Labyrinth has taken on in that moment, its winding passages are a confounding spiral that even Daedalus himself struggles to navigate without his first Noble Phantasm. It is no mental interference effect; it is a physical construction that is simply so complex and spiraling that even the greatest of geniuses cannot map it beyond their immediate field of view. To put it simply; it is the ultimate death trap, one that even the greatest heroes and monsters are helpless to escape without the Great Inventor’s mercy.


    Tactics: Due to his unique circumstances, Daedalus has little interest in individual summonings and Grail Wars. He occupies himself with comprehending anything of interest in the time and place he is summoned to, and then focuses entirely on building whatever invention springs to mind in the aftermath. Should anyone or anything attempt to attack or entrap him, Daedalus will simply withdraw into his Labyrinth, using his Artisan’s Provocations Skill to lure his opponent into the inescapable maze. There, they will either die of starvation or succumb to the Labyrinth's various traps, while Daedalus simply avoids them and continues to work while on the move.

    Of course, on the rare occasion where Daedalus finds some reason to actually intervene in whatever era he has appeared in, he is more than capable of creating a ceaseless flood of Noble Phantasms capable of turning the tide of any battle. But such a thing is certainly unlikely.



    Relationships/Reactions:

    Icarus

    One of the few humans that Daedalus has any interest in Maybe because of his own spark of brilliance, or maybe just because Icarus is simply one of his countless creations. Regardless, Icarus is by far the human who Daedalus is closest too, and the only one he can be said to truly care for on any level.

    Ariadne

    One of a handful of interesting humans to exist in this world. Her unique ability to “comprehend” others and her ensuing outcast status despite her social privilege caught Daedalus’ eye, and they became friendly as kindred spirits. He wouldn’t quite call her a friend, but he is…glad that things ended well for her.

    Perdix

    His unfortunate nephew. He does not feel guilt, per say, over murdering him, but Daedalus acknowledges that his actions could rightly be called evil. He seeks neither forgiveness nor justification.

    The Olympians

    Fascinating pieces of technology. He absolutely refuses to acknowledge them as his “gods”, but they are far and away the beings who he is most interested in spending time with.

    Semele

    A source of untainted Klironomia in the present day. He must have her. No cost is too great, if it means acquiring those materials. He must have her.


    Arthur Pendragon
    “I see. That sword’s construction…crude, but quite conductive. I may look into these ‘fairies’ as a construction material.”

    The Valkyries
    “Well then. I suppose that is one way to construct an autonomous unit. How intriguing.”

    Bride of Frankenstein
    “I see little reason to include flesh in the construction of an automaton. It is both more fragile and harder to replace than any type of mechanical parts. Hm? ‘Humanity’? That girl is no more human than any of my Daidala, regardless of her level of sentience. And it is not as if humans possess much of their own.”

    Achilles
    “A world compressed into a shield. I see. If you were to…then… Hm. A masterpiece, but certainly replicable, with the right materials. It should make for a good secondary project.”

    Charles Babbage
    “Steam? How primitive.”

    James Moriarty
    “His machinations are…crude, to say the least. Bombast and drama are a poor replacement for proper aesthetics.”

    Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
    “Designing musical instruments is actually a fairly interesting process. Altering the quality of the base materials significantly changes the device’s output. And the aesthetic quality of the implement is important as well. An enjoyable subject of focus.”

    Semele
    “Within her body…incredible. Such a high concentration. I must have it. So much raw material…the things I could create…”



    Master Preferences: Daedalus doesn’t care much at all for his Master. As soon as he has been summoned, their role in things is fulfilled. He will generally just abandon them and set about his tasks until he disappears. Barring truly “interesting” individuals, a Master’s only hope of keeping Daedalus’ attention is to offer him interesting commissions, which will keep him at least nominally invested in their survival and goals.

    Bond Level 1:
    Hmm. Still too early. How disappointing. Do you have a commission for me? If you do, I’ll accept it. If you not, leave me be.

    Bond Level 2:
    Your objective? Why would I care for such things? They are irrelevant to my work, as are you yourself.

    Bond Level 3:
    The technological level of this time is rather disappointing, but there are a few machines worth tinkering with. I suppose I’ve endured worse.

    Bond Level 4:
    Your commissions are rather interesting. A…challenge to create with this time’s primitive materials, but an enjoyable one, I suppose. Continue to provide me with your requests. Hm? Of course the intubation system is necessary. How else do you plan to hydrate yourself while travelling? Do you plan to hold a cup in one hand and steer with the other? Inefficient AND dangerous.

    Bond Level 5:
    To put it bluntly, you have an…appreciable perspective on certain things. You approach things from angles I tend not to think of, as I seem to do for you. A useful partnership for both parties, I believe.
    Continue providing your insights, and I will continue to provide my creations for your own objective.



    Bond CE

    A Brighter Future, A Brighter Past



    -- I want to see it.
    I want to go there.
    I want to understand.

    -- For that man…rejected by the past…rejecting the present…that shining future, ever-so-slightly out of reach, was the only star left to guide him.

    --------------------------------------------------------------

    Creator's Notes: Whelp, finally got this finished.

    My prompt was for someone who is incompatible with the era they were born into. My idea here was someone who was born both too late and too early to find satisfaction or connection, with the ironic truth being that the true source of his isolation is his own narcissism and inability to view others as equals.

    My logic for the Origin/First NP is that since Daedalus was still able to create automatons and machinery even superficially similar to the tech of the Machine Gods during the Age of Heroes long after their deaths and apotheosis into Divine Spirits, then clearly there were shenanigans going on. I don't consider it OP, since Daedalus has no combat ability, and he's too prickly to ever team up with anyone under normal circumstances.

    Hope this satisfies my prompt giver. I know it might be a little different from what you intended, but this was the angle that suited my personal taste best. Hope you liked it!


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    Class
    : Saber? Archer?? Rider???

    True Name: Alcibie, Antandre, and Clonie
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

    Likes: Artwork, their boss when happy, muscular ladies
    Dislikes: Fire, their boss when angry, muscular men
    Forte: Textiles, sculpture, music (collecting them)
    Weakness: Consistency


    “If you’re popular enough, you can get away with any class in this world!”
    “Mhm!”
    “And the sun’s never looked on a brighter star, so all of them are fair game!”


    Parameters:
    STR: C

    END: B-
    AGI: C
    MGI: C
    LCK: E
    NP: ?

    Background:
    A trio of Amazoness warriors, bearing the True Names Alcibie, Antandre, and Clonie.

    It is unclear exactly which one of them is the primary Servant, but all three of them showed up at the same time. They all exist as warriors of the same tribe, but despite that, they are individual amazons.

    For some reason, these three have manifested with a unique existence as Servants, sharing a single Saint Graph. When pressed how this may have happened, dubiously, the trio explain that their fates were probably intertwined, as they are known in history for the same singular event: the Amazonesses’ participation in the Trojan War.

    It is said that the Amazoness army was led by Penthesilea to the shores of Troy following Hektor's death, whee they fought against the Achean army. The queen ended up in a one-on-one fight with the greatest hero of the enemy side, Achilles, and then...

    Their causes of death varied, but with the loss of the queen, the other Amazonesses who traveled to Troy were also, without exception, killed in battle. No other legends honor their names, which appear only in the Posthomerica, a testament not to their feats in battle, but the warriors who slayed them.

    So perhaps it makes sense that the only way to summon one of their number as a Servant is to graft a single Servant out of a collective.

    Personality:
    An amazoness is a strong warrior who combines strength and vigor with pride and nobility.

    These three... are idiots who embody none of that. They are strangely happy-go-lucky, with seemingly no regard for human life, and they have no patience whatsoever for words like "patience". They chase their enthusiasms and interests wholeheartedly and with all their energy, not unlike a certain goddess of virgins and hunters.

    They call themselves sisters, and while they have nothing in common in terms of appearance or build, they do share a certain inescapable sense of similarity. They often complete each other's sentences and share a surprising number of small gestures and expressions in common. While being radically different in the most obvious ways, they share the same body language and act in unexpected synchronicity in combat and in fun.

    Class Skills:
    It seems like they're in disagreement which set should be listed, given they encompass at least three classes.

    "Does it really matter?"
    "It doesn't, right?"
    "If it bothers you, I can kill you."


    Personal Skills:
    Warrior's War Cry
    Rank: B
    A morale-boosting skill. Similar to the breathing techniques in karate, this cry has a steadying and disrupting effect on others.

    "Rah rah rah!"
    "That's a cheer, not a cry."
    "If it works, it works!"

    "...It didn't work though. Shut up and let me show you how you roar."
    "▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!”
    ""Whoaaa....""




    Golden Rule

    Rank: B
    A measurement of one's fortune to acquire wealth. At this rank, they should have no problems with money for the rest of their lives.



    "Money is power!"
    "That black-haired girl threatened to sue."
    "Can I kill her?"



    Charisma
    Rank: A-
    A composite skill consisting of an individual's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify armies and countries. At this rank, they can be said to have achieved the greatest level of popularity as a human being.


    “Today I’m going to tell you about all of my good qualities. In fact, there are too many that I can’t possibly fit them all into this description! The most amazing thing about me is…”

    “She sounds like this, but we’ll make the whole world ours. Besides, I’m cuter.”


    “History says otherwise!”


    “Any way, let’s just conquer them.”


    “Nooooo!”




    ...Maybe it's because their legend is so meagre, but there really isn't much personality to those personal skills, is there?


    Noble Phantasm:
    Artemision - Ruined and Reforged Temple of Devotion
    Type: Anti-World
    Rank: EX


    "Why do we have this as a Noble Phantasm when we went to Troy?"
    "Crap, that's a good question!"
    "Uhh. Well, it's a Servant thing...y'know..."

    psstpsst psst psstpsst psst

    "Okay, we figured it out. So, about that..."
    "You know how some groups of Servants all have the same Noble Phantasm?"
    "Yeah, like Zabiniya or Yew Bow or Excalibur for some reason!”
    "Amazons are like that!"
    "Yeah, so it's not weird for us to have this one. Queen Penthesilea would have it too."
    "Huh? You summoned her? And she doesn't have it? Huh? Hippolyta too!?"

    ""Crap. This is bad. That's a problem.""
    "Can I kill them now?"



    “(sigh)”
    “Ok, fine.”
    “The thing is…”
    “””Well, actually….”””



    Class: Pretender
    True Name: Artemision
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral




    Background:
    The Artemision, or the Temple of Artemis, was a temple that came to be devoted to the goddess Artemis - or a localized version of her. Located in Ephesus, the temple began as a Bronze Age temenos, or holy grove, gradually growing in size and prestige over the course of a series of reconstructions after various disasters.

    According to myth, the original Artemision was founded by Otrera, daughter of Ares, who consecrated the land with a war dance after devoting it to their patron goddess.

    That first temenos was destroyed in the seventh century BC by a flood, before being revived as a great temple by Cretan architects. Supposedly the first temple made from marble, it was filled with beautiful carvings and thousands of items cast from the electrum unearthed in its foundation. The temple became a famous attraction for kings, merchants, and even heroes, and provided sanctuary to those who fled punishment or persecution - be it by vengeful gods or an angry Heracles.

    By 356 BC, the temple was destroyed again, this time by flames. Sources attribute it to an arsonist seeking fame at all costs, though the destruction also coincided with the birth of Alexander the Great.

    In later years, as if feeling guilty by association, the burly king would offer to pay for the temple’s reconstruction, only to be artfully rebuffed. “It would be improper for one god to build a temple to another god,” they said. Instead, the Ephesians rebuilt it themselves at great cost, and this time it was remade by a disciple of Daedalus, greater than ever before.

    It was the third phase that became renowned as a wonder of the world, towering and without peer. The circumstances of its final destruction are vague and lost to history, but it is known to have been destroyed a third and final time by 401 AD.

    …So why does it appear as three girls, pretending to be Amazonesses?

    Their true identity is the spirit that resided within that temple, making them a Heroic Spirit that personifies the Temple of Artemis.

    After all, the sacred site at Ephesus was far older than the Artemision itself. The second century Greek geographer Pausanias was certain that it pre-dated the Ionic immigration by many years, being older even than the oracular shrine of Apollo. In a hymn to Artemis, it was claimed that the original temenos belonged to the Amazons, whose religious practices were unclear and assumed to center around an image of Artemis. But Pausanias believed that the temple pre-dated the Amazons as well.

    So what was the altar figure that came to be called a distinct form of Artemis? Its features were similar to eastern and Egyptian goddesses, with a staff of entwined serpents and mural crown, and covered in oval objects alternately speculated to be multiple breasts, or eggs, or even droplets of water.

    It was an act of syncretism that led the Greeks to conclude she was their own goddess - and the identity of that original spirit, whether elemental or divine, was lost to time.

    Yet it ended up becoming the heart of the temple, giving its bounty to generations of amazons and Greeks and Romans long after its name was lost.

    And now it can only express itself through shells and false identities, like the gods and goddesses associated with it—

    Or the women supposedly once devoted to it.


    Personality:
    As a single soul, the three phases of the Artemision may call themselves sisters, but this is a matter of convenience. It is their way of accounting for the strange existence they hold, where they are both extremely alike and fundamentally different.

    They finish each other’s sentences, yet bicker constantly.

    They act as one, but have no regard for each other’s physical safety except as an extension of themselves.

    Their body language and expressions are subtly yet completely identical, which creates an uncanny feeling for a Master who interacts with them for too long.

    That being said, they all fundamentally like people. They were made to be appreciated, to offer sanctuary and succor, and to adorn themselves with humanity. They march to their own pace, seeking their own goals, and compete cheerfully and foolishly to be the version of the Artemision nearest and dearest to one’s heart.

    …They are idiots though, and all three of them love to brag and cause trouble.

    Even if they are not Artemis, they certainly embody their current boss’ nature and Modus operandi.


    Class Skills:
    Territory Creation
    Rank: EX
    As the personification of a temple, their Territory Creation is automatically of the highest rank. Without a doubt, they are the greatest temple to their goddess that ever existed, famed throughout the land and across cultures and ages alike. Not for nothing have they manifested as vain braggart-type characters.

    Divinity
    Rank: A++
    Their rank in Divinity is exceptionally high, as it is said Ares himself was involved in their construction, they were devoted to Artemis, and the site of their construction was an ancient pagan holy ground belonging to an old great goddess - perhaps even a triple goddess - evoking the worst excesses of Wicca and Hecate in one Saint Graph.

    ...That being said, the details on their original divinity are lost, so they can only express this skill through the better-known deities who came after their original spiritual self, and are thus limited to the Authority and blessings of Ares, Artemis, and the Roman Diana.

    Wonder of Ephesus
    Rank: A
    A skill representing their nature as a once-and-always Wonder of the World. This skill is their personal variation of the World Wonder skill.

    In his list of world wonders, a poet once remarked:
    I have set eyes on the wall of lofty Babylon on which is a road for chariots, and the statue of Zeus by the Alpheus, and the colossus of the Sun, and the huge labour of the high pyramids, and the vast tomb of Mausolus; but when I saw the house of Artemis that mounted to the clouds, those other marvels lost their brilliancy, and I said: "Lo, apart from Olympus, the Sun never looked on aught so grand!"


    Carrying this brilliance and awe as part and parcel with their Saint Graph, performance is increased across the board, whether in Quickness, Artistry, or Buster brute force. In addition, the negative fame effect of foreign land is reduced based on the rank of this skill, and a bonus is placed on all charismatic saving checks.



    """Shall we steal your heart?"""
    "I can rip it out."
    ""No!""


    Personal Skills:
    Roar of the War God
    Rank: B
    The skill of the first Artemision, the pink-haired child closest to Ares by way of their creator, Ortrera, during the time when the temple was closest to the Amazonian people. A battle cry that awakens the Authority of Ares, who ovesaw its construction and even contributed material and schematics to the armor that the Amazonesses wear. This cry grants bravery to allies and fear to enemies.

    Like her compensating grandfather, Alcibie is the most violent of the three.

    Golden Rule (Wonder)
    Rank: B
    In the second phase of its life, after a flood destroyed the first form, the Artemision was rebuilt as a Greek temple, crafted in marble, and filled with artistic carvings as well as a deposit of coins and tools, made from silver-gold electrum. The temple turned out to be rich in the mineral, as pretty as Antandre's two-toned hair! ...It was financially valuable too, one supposes. Of the three, this version of the temple was the most doted-on by merchants and kings, who filled her coffers with jewelry and goods. Those who sought sanctuary ran to her, at least until some vainglorious jerk burned her down.

    As a result, Antandre is the most scared of fire between the three, but also the kindest.

    Charisma of the Great Goddess
    Rank: A-
    In the third phase of its life, the Artemision was built bigger, and greater, and more glorious than ever before. It also shows in her figure and sizes, but please don't mention that to the others. An attempt was made by Alexander the Great to rebuilt the temple himself, but after tactfully rebuffing his offer with clever words and diplomacy, the Ephesians commissioned a pupil of Daedalus to handle the rebuilding. It included an altar to Nyx, columns gilded with gold and silver, and hosted the most magnificent of festivals, for Greeks and Romans both, at least until Christianity arrived.


    Clonie may not be as martial or as artistic as her other selves, but she's the most confident and princess-like by far.


    Noble Phantasm:
    Artemision - Ruined and Reforged Temple of Devotion
    Type: Anti-World
    Rank: EX

    A Noble Phantasm and their actual body, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Like its hanging garden kin, it is more accurate to call them a giant Bounded Field representing their temple. When fully formed, it is an enormous temple, capable of housing many, covered in beautiful marble, art, and Mystic Codes devoted to the goddess Artemis.

    That is what this Noble Phantasm… should be.

    ...Its outer shell, skeleton, and core are the soul of a divine spirit, separated and split by the prism of human construction and destruction. And so the Artemision manifests not as one megastructure, but as three smaller but still large robots acting as a team of pseudo-Aletheia.

    However, they remain a temple and weapon once dedicated to the goddess of the hunt, forged by humanity and imbued with godly gifts, somewhere between a mythological Mystic Code and a Divine Construct. Its purpose and features may have changed, but its splendor never faltered and only grows with time and succession.

    …And yet, its potential is still split in its manifestation as a Noble Phantasm.

    The potential of the World Wonder is divided and compartmentalized, so none of the three reached the heavens in their current state. Instead, each “temple” is approximately 20-40 meters tall, with Alcibie as the shortest and Clonie as the tallest, and while their designs are similar, each are equipped with different functions and specialties.

    Alcibie is a combat model, armed with a great red sword bestowed by her grandfather. The blade sings with a high frequency, slicing quicker than the eye can see. Alcibie claims it is so fast because of its splendid red color - “but it would be even faster if it were pink!” Supposedly.





    Antandre is a ranged model, laden with projectile weapons and missiles and other tools. It is said that the misanthropic philosopher Heraclitus, thoroughly disapproving of civil life at Ephesus, played knucklebones in the temple with the boys there - a game of dexterity played with a number of small objects that are thrown up, caught, and manipulated in various manners. Remembering those times, Antandre similarly plays deadly games with her priceless treasures, manipulating her arsenal like funnels and spread missiles.





    Clonie is the largest and most heavily armored of the three, owing to her status as the most architecturally full-figured. She represents the greatest state of the World Wonder, the one who won the temple its lofty designation. With 1.5 times the mass and acceleration, she smashes through what her sister selves cannot and boasts immaculate defensive power thanks to the lack of any confirmed weaknesses.




    In addition, as they are the same divided being, with the destruction (or sacrifice) of a robot, the remaining models “rank up” and improve their individual temples by taking on parts from their fallen alternate self.
    In other words, they are not just giant robots, but giant combining robots. If all of them give up themselves, it’s even possible they can complete themselves as an even more perfect Artemision.

    ...But it also goes without saying that its completion, as a matter of course, means the creation of a new Artemision - and a new temple cannot be build without abandoning the prior forms. The more of the trio are sacrificed, the more glorious the new temple becomes, and to fully unlock its divine power means giving up all three of them, for good.

    Which is sad, but...

    It's what they were made for, so they're surprisingly willing to be destroyed again if they can see you again in a fourth form. It's the closest thing to a wish that destroyed temples can have, so they’re happy to sacrifice themselves for someone serious about rebuilding them properly.

    Such a grand existence may not be long for the world—

    —But in its final moments, it is sure to be a wonder without peer, seizing any miracle for you.


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    Artemision: Love that you chose Mira-Cra Park as their face claims. Funnily enough, their Fanfare outfits almost kinda fit the aesthetics of the Amazons in Fate lore (or at least Penthesilea). Love the Noble Phantasm continuing the tradition of “Greek thing = robot, actually” in Fate. Very well-put-together overall.
    There’s always a part of us we hide, a part of us we trample down into the dirt. Sometimes we bury it so deep, we forget it exists, or think it’s long gone. But eventually we’ll sink back to meet it. Will you be strong enough by then to finally accept it?

    Profiles for my story, Fate/Imperial matrix, coming soon!(?)

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    Get these three in a lostbelt and have them make a heroic sacrifice. Everyone would cry

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    Quote Originally Posted by GOJIRA98 View Post
    Artemision: Love that you chose Mira-Cra Park as their face claims. Funnily enough, their Fanfare outfits almost kinda fit the aesthetics of the Amazons in Fate lore (or at least Penthesilea). Love the Noble Phantasm continuing the tradition of “Greek thing = robot, actually” in Fate. Very well-put-together overall.
    They were just entirely too perfect for these Neapolitan idiots, ehe. TM amazons was my first thought when those outfits dropped, too.

    (will miss you, Megumi ;.; )

    I went ahead and fixed the pics now that I’m not trapped on phone posting, yay.

    Thank you both. o7
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    Savanto..!

    I don't usually write here, ever, like, at all. I just made the account... but I have been meaning on sharing some of my ideas. Please don't mind the terrible format...!

    Class: Assassin
    True Name: Mary Toft, the Midwife’s Lie
    Alignment: True Neutral



    “Surprised? I suppose that’s only natural. Let’s keep it a secret, okay?”


    Statistics:
    Source: Historical Fact
    Region: Europe, Britain
    Attribute: Man
    Height: 160 cm
    Weight: 50 kg
    Faceclaim: Makima, Chainsaw Man

    Parameters
    STR: E
    END: E
    AGI: D
    MGI: C
    LCK: C
    NP: C

    Truthfully, a Rabbit’s Mother:
    A Servant who stands at the boundary of deception and reality.

    An abnormality in human history, a pretty little liar - one who’s words shattered the brains of the best doctors in current history.

    Assassin is a fraud, a hoax, and to the faintest of hearts, she is a miracle. Naturally, Mary would not warrant a summoning of her own - at best, her identity would merely be that of a wraith, but she’d already tricked mankind once - tricking the throne shouldn’t be that difficult, either.

    An Assassin whose method of murder is no blade, no poison, no ‘true’ physical harm. Instead, she is an Assassin that kills belief.



    Class Skill:

    Presence Concealment
    Rank: D
    Class skill of the Assassin class, the ability to conceal one’s physical body and presence.

    Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. A low ranking of Presence Concealment unbecoming for an Assassin to the level that a Servant can infer one's presence at once. Even as an Assassin class Servant, Mary shines not in hiding or concealing her presence, but in hiding the truth while staying visible.


    Personal Skills
    Pretty Little Liar
    Rank: B
    Mary Toft’s identity, and the reason for her summoning as an Assassin, the act of hiding the truth.

    A woman who convinced the world of an absurdity, if only for a moment. It is the innate ability to make deception indistinguishable from reality, whether through illusions or otherwise.

    Assassin can momentarily “overwrite” a perceived truth. This does not create true illusions, but rather forces a single falsehood upon the minds of those who witness her. However, the effect is temporary and collapses the moment logical scrutiny is applied. The greater the lie, the shorter it lasts. Telling a bystander that the sky is red may hold for minutes. Convincing an opponent that their sword has turned to ash may last seconds.

    As a conceptual entity, Mary Toft’s ability is able to bypass Mental Resistance skills, and its effectiveness entirely relies on Mary’s own lies. Noble Phantasms that reveal the truth can, however, bypass its effects.

    Monstrous Birth
    Rank: A
    The first lie told by Mary Toft, the very representation of the Midwife’s Lie.

    The infamy of her supposed condition. A body that produces life… but not human life. The ability to “give birth” to unnatural entities, each more grotesque than the last. Of course, the plainest model of her creations are rabbits, and they’re the ones she’s most affiliated with, but other existences are also plausible.

    Assassin can produce small, unnatural homunculi-like creatures from her body, each taking the form of an infantile, half-formed beast. They are weak, barely able to fight on their own—but they serve as living curses. Any who witness their birth experience a loss of mental stability, as their minds struggle to rationalize the impossibility before them. Prolonged exposure can induce hysteria, paranoia, or a mental breakdown.


    Mother=Monster
    Rank: B
    Mother knows best, and a mother only seeks the best for her children’s health.

    She fears for her children, she fears for other’s children, and she wants nothing but to see those children being safe and sound. Still, a mother who gives birth to monsters must be something akin to a monster herself. A skill that represents Assassin’s uncanny ability to manipulate the body—her own, and others.

    Assassin can induce, accelerate, or even falsify bodily processes related to "creation"—not limited to childbirth, but extending to injury recovery, illness progression, and even the spontaneous generation of foreign objects. Conversely, she may soothe pain, force a body's natural healing to accelerate, or even "extract" poisons and curses by manifesting them as physical objects, provided they ‘create’ something.

    Like her other skills, its effectiveness depends on perception—the more one believes in the process, the more extreme the result. Those with high Magic Resistance or firm rationality may resist its effects entirely, while those prone to hysteria or desperation may find themselves at her mercy.


    Noble Phantasm:
    Lapinogenesis - A Faux Wish, from a Mother’s Heart
    Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Mind
    Rank: C
    A poor Woman who lives at Godalmin, near that Town, was about a Month past delivered by Mr John Howard, an Eminent Surgeon and Man-Midwife, of a creature resembling a Rabbit but whose Heart and Lungs grew without its Belly, about 14 Days since she was delivered by the same Person, of a perfect Rabbit: and in a few Days after of 4 more; and on, the 4th, 5th, and 6th instant, of one in each day: in all nine, they died all in bringing into the World.

    “The Rabbits will be Born Again,” The culmination of Assassin’s core, and her legend. The moment when the most talented minds in medicine bent the knee to madness, when whatever human reason, faith, and belief crumbled. This Noble Phantasm is the ability to force the ultimate absurdity upon the world.

    A conceptual curse that activates upon invocation. The target—whether human, or Servant—is afflicted with a single inescapable truth: they will give birth.

    Of course, this does not function in the literal biological sense. Rather, it forces the afflicted to “bring forth” something from within themselves—whether it be blood, bones, snakes, insects, or raw mana turned physical. The process is deeply distressing, as the body forces out what was never meant to be expelled. The stronger the target, the more grotesque and damaging the result is. Whatever is extracted cannot be returned, and is to be decided by the GM or Player’s choice.

    For those of weak constitution, the curse may result in fatal hemorrhaging or permanent mental damage. For Heroic Spirits, it may instead extract symbolic elements of their legend—their saint graph, their concepts, their most deeply held beliefs. A warrior may find their sword expelled from their body, leaving them defenseless. A king may cough up their charisma and authority, unable to command.

    A power as horrific as it is absurd. A miracle of falsehood made real. The Curse of the Rabbit Mother, destroying one’s entire core for another.
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    Midwife's Lie: An interesting one this. She'd be absolutely fascinating in a Grail War featuring other figures revolving around belief (religious, philospher, etc.). Also, your formatting is fine, though you do list her as a Berserker at the top of the sheet.

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    These sheets (Katherine Ferrers, Daidalos, Artemision & Mary Toft) are all great! Good work!

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    I wasn't initially convinced that Mary Toft could make a good assassin, but I can see how the idea of concealment and deception would be able to justify it and the skill and NP descriptions do a lot to illustrate how dangerous she can be to anyone unable to see through her. Good work.

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    Well, this is another long one. But counterpoint, writing solely for the sake of self-indulgence and partaking in the occasional wankery is fun, so that's exactly what you'll have here. Now sit back, maybe grab some popcorn or a drink, and enjoy the next episode in the saga of this dysfunctional family.


    A v e n g e r
    The King Does Not Dream
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    "Greetings, most honorable summoner. You have made a most fortuitous arrangement by summoning this One. Now, I suppose this One may hazard a guess as to the circumstances of One's manifestation under this particular Class. It's quite the rudimentary affair, really. You seem to have found yourself in a most dreadful plight as of late. Something involving silly old ladies utterly convinced that they are, in fact, fairy godmothers or miracle workers, or some old hag overestimating her importance to the world, fashioning herself as some kind of fearsome demon king... Please, if that were true, as a member of the royal family, allow this One to extend his most heartfelt sympathies. This One's dear mother had grown senile in her old age, it seemed, and One only grew increasingly exasperated every time she refused to retire to Our estate in Windsor, before she drove the country to ruin in pursuit of a meaningless dream. It was a sad, sad thing indeed."
    ...
    "Ahem, but enough about her. This One considers you acceptable company for the time being. And this One... ugh, I believe I've had enough of that overly-formal speech as well. 'This One' this, 'This One' that... really, it was so utterly suffocating that I have no idea how she managed to keep it up for so long. You have summoned Albert Edward, or Edward VII of England. King of the United Kingdom and the British Dominions, and... Emperor of India, as much as the title sickens me. I swear, if Duleep were here, he would never let me hear the end of it... Now then, I have arrived as the villain who shall tear down the illustrious curtains of the Victorian era and bring the masses back from the enchantments of that vile witch. Haha, am I doing this right? Oftentimes I feel as though the only language my family understands is that of 「stories」. Truly, it was a most difficult affair, to be the only sane man in the family... or would that make me 'insane' to them, by some philosophical law or other? ...No, I suppose not."

    = Edward VII of England =
    ~ ♬ ~

    Source

    Class Avenger
    Other Classes Rider, Lover
    Alignment Neutral Evil
    Origin Britain (19th century)

    Parameters
    STR D
    END D
    AGI D
    MGI E
    LCK B
    NP EX

    Profile
    Likes Hedonism, women, gambling, fashion, attending parties and other social events, making his own decisions
    Dislikes His parents, escapism, fairytales, loneliness, any comparison to his father, commitment,
    self-sacrifice
    "people who give too much to others without ever paying a second thought to themselves"
    Talent Cultivating a good public persona, enacting pragmatic reforms, building connections, foreign affairs, womanizing, event-planning
    Natural Enemy His parents, his younger sister Alice
    Armament Cavalry saber, pistol, familiars of his attendants
    Catalyst A picture of his face minted on a discontinued British halfpenny between 1902-1910, his diary


    Bond I

    The second child and eldest son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. He was Prince of Wales and heir apparent to the British throne for almost sixty years before officially ascending the throne upon his mother's passing in 1901, after which he ruled until his death in 1910.

    Edward was born on November 1841 in Buckingham Palace. He was christened Albert Edward on January 1842, after his father Prince Albert and his maternal grandfather, Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn. As the eldest son of the British sovereign, he automatically inherited several titles at birth, including Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Chester, Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (a title he would later renounce in favor of his younger brother Alfred), and Duke of Saxony. As heir apparent, on top of all his other titles, he was subjected to a strict study regimen since a young age. His parents were determined that their eldest son should receive the best education to prepare him to be a model constitutional monarch.

    Unlike his elder sister Victoria, the young prince did not excel academically. He tried to meet his parents' expectations, but to no avail. If anything, this strenuous regime would often leave him exhausted, and he began developing a rebellious streak since childhood. Even so, many of his tutors agreed that his talents were instead those of charm, sociability, and tact. The Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli described him as informed, intelligent, and of sweet manner. It was also during this period that the prince grew close to his younger sister Alice, perhaps out of a shared sense of inferiority towards their elder sister Vicky's academic accomplishments. Supposedly, she was one of the few people who could calm him down and convince him to forgive family members whenever they had arguments.

    In early 1859, after a trip to Rome, Edward left home in pursuit of higher education. At first he studied in the University of Edinburgh, before moving to Christ Church, Oxford, and finally Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1861. Freed from his parents' overbearing pressure at home, he began to look forward to his studies, and he made significant academic improvements. Unfortunately, this newfound freedom soon heralded the coming of tragedy. Far from home and without his parents' supervision, the prince's social life flourished. His bright and jovial nature made it easy for him to make friends and be the center of attention wherever he went. On the other hand, however, many came to know him as a womanizer. The worst happened in late 1861, where during a trip to Ireland, he was involved in an affair with actress Nellie Clifden despite his arranged marriage to Princess Alexandra of Denmark scheduled to take place in 1863.



    Upon reaching the public, word of the affair sparked a royal scandal that shook not just Britain, but also Denmark and the rest of Europe ("Ah, I suppose that's just what happens when more than half the monarchs in Europe were your cousins, uncles, aunts, or other extended family."). Queen Victoria harshly rebuked her son in her letters, and Prince Albert- despite already being gravely ill at the time- rode all the way to Cambridge to reprimand him. Unfortunately, this exchange only resulted in another difficult argument between the two, and in the end, both parties left with their minds still steadfastly unchanged.

    Edward's father, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, would pass away from his unexplained illness just two weeks later.

    Queen Victoria was inconsolable at her husband's death. She wore mourning clothes for the rest of her life, and for many years afterwards, blamed Edward for his father's death. She deemed him frivolous and irresponsible, and as written in her letter to her eldest daughter, she could never look at him the same way ever again. Of course, the prince was still next in line for the throne despite everything that had transpired, and so he was recalled back to London to prepare him for kingship. However, the relationship between mother and son grew heavily strained following the late Prince Albert's death, never to recover.
    I never can, or shall, look at him without a shudder.

    — Queen Victoria

    _________________________


    Bond II

    Class Skills

    Avenger (D++)
    A Class Skill of the Avenger class, representing the state of an Avenger as one that gathers people's hatreds and grudges onto oneself. It is easier for one to accumulate hatred and resentment. The infamous "rebel prince" whose many scandals oftentimes became a source of shame and controversy for the royal family. Following his father- Prince Albert's death, there grew a great divide between him and his mother, and to a lesser extent, his siblings. The Queen resented him, and the heir apparent resented her in turn. And yet, as far as Avengers go, his rank in this Skill is quite low. A part of it may be due to the very specific target of his hatred, but he does not allow his resentment to consume him. He remains as affable and reasonable as ever for a Heroic Spirit of vengeance... save for a few specific moments.

    Avenger holds no desire to destroy the world or inflict great suffering upon those who drew his ire. The object of his hatred is not fully clear. His mother's inherent selfishness, the notion of 「fantasies」 as a means of escapism in the face of overwhelming grief, the destructive nature of the 「fairytales」 his family loved so much, the blind glorification of the Victorian era... he despises each and every one of them, but at the same time, his hatred seems to run even deeper than that.

    "Well, someone has to take responsibility, and they did not leave me with much of a choice now, did they? Vicky left for Prussia, Alice was... she was taken from us far too soon, Alfie was never around, probably enjoying another trip across the world just so he would not have to face his problems at home, Leo was a sickly child who spent much of his time bedridden, and the rest were... either too ignorant or too cowardly to ever take a stand against my mo- the old witch's fanciful tales. So who else could possibly clean up after their mess, if not me? Besides, it's not as though I wish them any ill will, really. My siblings are victims as well, even if they're too bewitched by the 'magic' of those fanciful stories to ever realize it. Metaphorically speaking, I would consider them 「cursed」 by the same affliction that drove them to see the tragedies that befell us as something... beautiful. I find it quite sickening. It would bring me no greater joy than to smash that 「curse」 to smithereens."

    *Disclaimer: the 「curse」 referred to here is purely metaphorical and has nothing to do with a certain Mountain of Light currently registered as part of Britain's Crown Jewels.

    Oblivion Correction (B+)
    The king is not without his biases. Even so, he would never let himself forget. To forget is to turn a blind eye to the steep cost of that rotten dream, just as she once did. To forget is to invalidate everything he endured from his youth to his time as monarch. To forget is to disrespect the memories of his loved ones... even if they may not see it that way. To forget is to admit defeat, and to resign the memory of his family to the witch's picture-perfect, delusional fairytale. Thus, so long as he stands, "the memory of how his family truly was" shall continue to stand with him.

    "That fairytale, that wonderful dream the witch concocted to paint over the sorrows that plagued our family after father was gone... it consumed everything. Anything that derailed her envisioned 'happy ending', the wrong things said, the slightest misdemeanor, perhaps my entire existence... she would violently reject. She never said it outright, but whenever she looked at me, I could tell that her gaze was directed not at me, but... at the idealized image of my father, and how far I had strayed from that ideal. The rest of my family weren't much better, and so, no matter how painful it may be for them... I won't let them forget. I won't let them run away. Never again. I'll force them to confront every bit of darkness and anguish head-on, just as I did."
    ...
    "Hm? Were you not expecting such a sentimental revelation so early on? Perhaps you expect such a thing to be locked behind some heart-wrenching interlude or bond Craft Essence? I would have none of that, I'll have you know. Why? Because it's the mentally healthy thing to do, unlike a certain someone who would bury their grief under layers upon layers of 'prose', 'subtext', or even 'collapse tags'. This is merely a show that I am nothing like that person."
    ...
    ...
    "I'm still dodging the heart of the matter, you say? Hmm... wooow~ you're absolutely correct~! Clearly you, a random fellow from more than a century after my time, after this most enlightening 24 hours or less since you've summoned me, must be ​THE leading expert on my psychological profile, and know me better than I ever know myself. Pray forgive me, what do I know, really. Gold star for you, good sir or madam!"

    Self-Replenishment (Mana) (E)
    One's Magical Energy endlessly surges until their revenge is accomplished. Recovers a minuscule amount of magical energy every turn. So long as that 「curse」 remains, his resentment will continue to surge forth. In a way, he could almost be considered a "guardian" against what should happen when one finds themselves too far gone in the realm of escapism, though he would certainly reject such a notion.

    "To call me a 'stalwart protector' or a 'prince charming' would be a mistake. It's not good to paint over one's shortcomings with such 'pleasant' words, you know? No, really, putting aside my usual distaste for a moment, I have done nothing to warrant being called as such. I protected no one, and I saved no one, lest I probably would not have even manifested under this Class. Besides... it's not as though I did any of this for them, it's just that... my siblings, most of them were either weak-willed or too woefully incapable. And of course, many of them had their own obligations to fulfill, so... I suppose I could forgive them for leaving me alone with the heavy burden of kingship. But her? The witch? Oh no, she was delusional at best, and utterly malicious at worst. Grief can only excuse you for so long. There is nothing hopelessly romantic about earnestly yearning for your beloved after the curtain of death separates you... not when it leads you to hurt those who are still there."

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    ​Bond III

    The death of Prince Albert struck a heavy blow to the British royal family, and his absence was deeply felt. Even so, life continued to march forward without a care. Victoria, the Princess Royal, returned to Prussia not long after the funeral, having found herself and her husband in a crisis with the Prussian Parliament. Alice's wedding was held just six months later, while much of the court were still in the height of mourning, resulting in a somber ceremony that felt more like a funeral than a celebration. Alfred grew increasingly busy with his duties in the Royal Navy, spending more and more time at sea and away from home. Helena threw herself into work, managing certain royal correspondences. All the while, following an extensive tour of the Middle East, Queen Victoria began preparing Edward for his future role as king, starting from his wedding that was supposed to take place in 1863.

    Of course, out of everyone in the family, no one seemed more devastated by Albert's death than the queen herself. Draped in that black mourning dress for the next four decades, she effectively withdrew from public life. In the Blue Room of Windsor Castle, where Albert had spent his final days, the queen placed a bust of the late Prince Consort to commemorate his memory. Every day, she ordered the bedsheets to be changed, and for a glass of water to be placed by the bed, as though he was still there. Despite Albert's previous request that no effigies should be made for him, Victoria raised numerous monuments not just in England, but throughout the empire. Gradually, public opinion regarding Albert shifted from indifference to absolute respect and adoration.

    "In the following years, statues of my father stood tall across every corner of the streets, his busts and portraits decorated the hallways of Buckingham, Windsor, and Osborne, everyone had no shortage of praises to sing about him, and countless government buildings, parks, and hospitals were named after him. Imagine living through that... Heh, funnily enough, that wasn't even the worst of it..."

    Personal Skill

    The Portrait of Albert Edward (B-)
    Following his father's death, Avenger's mother- the queen- grew increasingly controlling of her children, and no one was more aware of this than Avenger himself, perhaps due to his status as next in line for the throne, combined with the already-strained relationship shared between the two of them. She expected Avenger to uphold the (idealized) moral standards his father once did, compared his every decision with what his father would do in his place, harshly criticized him for his shortcomings, and tried to dictate various aspects of his married life, from honeymoons to the names of children. This lifetime of comparison towards the ideal of "Prince Albert" grew so severe that when Avenger eventually became King in 1901, he ultimately chose to reign under the name "Edward VII", rejecting "Albert Edward", the name his mother had intended for him, declaring that he did not wish to "undervalue the name of Albert" and believing that his father's name should stand alone ("But of course, someone like me could never hope to be worthy of his name. That's what she had always taught me, after all. And in the end, she wanted me to take take on this burden? The name that, when uttered by her mouth, became the source of so much of my troubles over the decades? The one name she spent decades telling me I could never be? Isn't that just so... so terribly cruel..?"). Avenger claims that the most famous instance of his mother's more controlling nature can be seen in his wedding picture, where the queen insisted on having a bust of Albert in the frame, overlooking the couple. This was not an isolated incident, as that bust would make more appearances in several other family pictures. Thus, Albert's overwhelming presence continued to loom over the family, over Avenger himself in particular.

    A cheat Skill that identifies "the best personal course of action" that Avenger could take whenever he spends too long deliberating over any given matter. What to say, who to trust, which path to take... all of it could be solved through this Skill... at least, to a certain extent. In truth, "the best course of action" here is less objectively correct and based more on "what would Albert do in the given situation?". It goes without saying, but Avenger absolutely despises this Skill due to that fact, and tries his best to suppress it. His actions may appear rash and thoughtless at times, but this is not due to a lack of foresight, for the most part. Rather, it's because he knows that if he were to spend too much time thinking, "someone else" would swoop in, show him all the "right answers", and make his decisions for him. Whether out of pride or a desire for acknowledgement, he would rather make his own (potentially fatal) mistakes than receive another comparison to his father.

    "This is my one request to you, Summoner; can you- no, under no circumstances will you call me 'Bertie'. Why, you may ask? Haha, I wonder why... it's not as though that was the name my mo- the old witch would call me by, a name that- technically speaking- is not even my own, but merely a reminder of how much she sees me not as my own person, but merely an extension of my father. Nothing to do with that at all, most certainly."
    ...
    "My father... I must admit, we had our disagreements; we quarreled a lot, and there were some parts of him I could not stand. Even so... it truly did feel as though everything changed after he was gone. My family mourned his loss, and maybe some of them are still in mourning to this day. But after some time passed, his memory began to grow... distant. The witch spared no effort in extolling his virtues, writing of how much he meant to all of us, and how much better things were when he was still around. As months turned to years, the name Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha began to feel less like my father, and more like this... legendary, larger-than-life ideal looming over my shoulders, in part due to how much the witch treated his memory as such. She continues to do that even now, to the point I don't even know what kind of person my father actually was, underneath all the embellishments... and it disgusts me. Haha, next she'll tell me he actually sacrificed his life to save the world from some great evil, like a prince right out of a storybook! You know what!? I wouldn't even be surprised anymore with her! ...Hm? You there. Summoner, your expression tells me you have something on your mind. Please, speak."
    ...
    ...
    ...
    "I... I see, he... of course he fucking did, I can't even- how am I ever supposed to live up to- Ahem, pardon my language. My apologies, can you... leave me to myself, for a moment? I... I really need this. Thank you."

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    Bond IV

    Edward's legacy over the next few decades before he ascended the throne remained a complicated one. On one hand, his reputation as a rebellious, hedonistic womanizer persisted, becoming a consistent source of controversy throughout his life. He had several mistresses throughout his married life, and some even theorized he fathered several illegitimate children, though none was ever confirmed. On the other hand, while his mother largely kept him from getting involved in the country's politics, he garnered popularity and positive public relations with his people. He popularized royal public appearances, befriended politicians from opposing factions, and through his fondness for parties and charity events, became a beloved star among Britain (if not Europe)'s high society at the time. His advisors praised his habit to treat all people the same, regardless of station or color. During one visit to India, he wrote letters home complaining of the treatment of native Indians by British officials: "Because a man has a black face and a different religion from our own, there is no reason why he should be treated as a brute". Consequently, following this visit, a new guidance was issued by India's Secretary of State for better treatment of the natives, and at least one resident minister was removed from their post. Back home, Edward was also known as an arbiter of men's fashions, as well as a pioneer of both the sciences and the arts. As such, despite the several scandals he was involved in and his difficult relationship with his mother, many of his people were optimistic that he would make a great leader once his time comes.



    Personal Skill

    All the King's Vices (B)
    The mark of a worldly, self-indulgent king. Avenger was a smoker, a gambler, a womanizer, and an avid hunter, though he was not a heavy drinker. A direct opposition to much of the strict standards of morality established in his mother's time, which placed heavy emphasis on dignity and restraint. To the very end, he was a king steeped in flaws and weaknesses. However, what some deemed a source of outrage and indignity, others would consider the source of his charm. A Charisma-like Skill that defuses tensions, convinces sworn enemies to lay down their arms to fight together under his banner, and allows him to befriend (if not more) just about anyone. Its effects are less potent on those with more rigid or traditionalist mindsets, however.

    "I have always been a staunch believer of the maxim 'work hard, play hard'. Can you imagine being forced to take on the overwhelming responsibilities of kingship, all by my lonesome, without ever being granted a moment's respite? Besides, this is something that witch could never hope to understand, but the people has no need of unattainable moral paragons, or suffocating standards with which to behave. Life exists beyond the confines of high society, beyond the gardens of Osborne and Windsor, and for those clueless of high-class gatherings and posh tea parties, those just trying their best to make it through each day, well... that stupidly overrated guidebook they call 'Victorian morality'
    means absolutely jack shit
    holds little value
    for them. No, what they need is a leader who truly understands the hearts of men. That is the one thing she could never accomplish so long as she continues to bind herself to her delusions.
    "
    ...
    "Yes, of course I've hurt many with my vices. Does that really surprise you? But to hurt, and to be hurt in turn... that's just life, isn't it? You can't just hide away into some endless fantasy world to shield yourself from that ugliness. On a completely unrelated matter, ever since I was summoned here, I have found myself cutting back on the cigarettes. N-No, it's not because it has nothing to do with the fact that I died from it, or because there are children here, I swear! It's not out of some thoughtful consideration for any of you either, you self-absorbed buffoon! It's just that... I don't believe there are any comfortable smoking areas here. B-Besides, I don't believe Chaldea has any good-quality tobacco in stock either! My standards are high, I'll have you know!"

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    Bond V

    Queen Victoria passed away on January 1901, after an illustrious reign of 63 years. As the "Grandmother of Europe", the state funeral was a grand affair with thousands in attendance, including a number of foreign monarchs, as her children had married into many royal families throughout Europe. Edward became king on that very same day, though his official coronation did not take place until August 1902. He was the second-longest heir apparent in British history, a record surpassed only by his great-great-grandson Charles III. The country was initially divided on the new king's perceived ability to rule. Those who championed his "good character" were met with detractors who listed the scandals he was involved in. Many awaited his early decisions with bated breath.

    Not long after ascending the throne, Edward VII immediately sought to dissuade the people's concerns. He threw himself into his new role with passion and enthusiasm, proving himself an effective leader who won over much of the British population through a mix of sociopolitical intelligence and an amicable personality. The Edwardian era, which coincided closely with the turn of the new century, was marked with rapid industrialization, significant social reforms, an economic boom, and better opportunities for previously disadvantaged groups such as women, children, and minorities. While he was never too interested in politics, many of his views were notably progressive for his time, as he decried racial prejudice and dismissed rising fear of the "Yellow Peril" as nonsense, though this invited arguments with his allies in Germany and Russia. Ultimately, while the king lived a life of luxury often far removed from the majority of his subjects, his personal charm with all levels of society and strong condemnation of prejudice did wonders to assuage political and racial tensions throughout his lifetime.

    Personal Skill

    Patruus Europae (E~A)
    The "Uncle of Europe". That was Avenger's moniker, born from his close familial relations to almost every other European monarch of the era. Britain was the center of the world during his mother's time, and while his methods differed, the same remained true during his reign. The monarchs of Germany, Russia, Belgium, Spain, Sweden, Portugal, Romania, Norway, Denmark, and Bulgaria were his nieces, nephews, and in-laws. With an interest in foreign affairs, he utilized these connections effectively by endorsing mutual cooperation and forging lasting alliances, which allowed a mostly-unified Europe to reap the benefits of industrialization, modernization, and social reforms together before everything came crashing down in the wake of the Great War.

    A symbol of authority that is, in essence, very similar to the late Queen's Victoria Regina (although Avenger would absolutely deny any similarity to the Skill owned by that accursed witch). Allows Avenger to issue a "command" requesting the acquisition of Skills and abilities belonging to members of his extended family. That said, a self-imposed rule differentiates Patruus Europae from Imperial Privilege or other similar Skills. Avenger insists that unlike his mother, his alliances were based on mutual cooperation rather than one-sided strongarming. To reflect this, while Avenger could issue these "commands" to their recipients at the Throne, it is up to the recipients to grant his request, and even determine the rank of the obtained Skill(s) (although this cannot exceed the rank that the original owners would have).

    Almost everyone likes him enough to grant him any Skill he requests at reasonably high ranks, save for one; his nephew, the German Emperor Wilhelm II. There is a high chance for the Kaiser to ignore his request outright or only grant him the bare minimum even in the most dire of circumstances.

    "Hah, do you see now? Britain stagnated under the surface-level utopia called the Victorian era. It wasn't enough for the witch to force her children to play along to her whims. She just had to drag the entire country with her. The future is built not on delusions, but by the earnest hands of those willing to engage with each other, and the living, breathing world around them. She never could accept such an obvious truth."
    ...
    "By the way, have you summoned Wil here? He is quite the troublesome young lad. Having Prussia's impressive naval and military might at my beck and call would be a great boon, but I doubt he would give me anything more than Military Tactics E- if I ask... if he even bothers to answer at all. Sigh, it would have been so much easier if I could get in touch with that Chancellor instead, but... I suppose not. Even if I could, Vicky would not be very pleased with me if I do that... Ahem, anyway, Wil is just the worst. Just goes to show you that nobody likes a cocky young upstart who's so recklessly obsessed with proving himself and is utterly convinced that he's got the entire world figured out!"
    ...
    ...
    "Yes, the irony is not lost on me."

    Ultimately, as king, Edward VII proved a greater success than anyone had anticipated. He was a highly popular monarch, and his reforms brought positive, lasting change to the country. However, he was already past the average life expectancy when he ascended the throne, and thus had limited time to fulfill his role. During his short reign, he took an active role in helping his second son and heir, the future George V, prepare himself to take the throne. Contemporaries described their relationship as more like close, affectionate brothers than father and son.

    Due to an unhealthy lifestyle, the king's health began to decline in 1907, and he suffered several ulcers, bronchitis, and heart attacks. His condition worsened over the next three years until May 1910, when he was mostly bedridden and in and out of consciousness. Even so, he refused to rest, insisting to use what time he had left to work through an ongoing constitutional crisis. In his final hours, his son George told him that his horse had won a race at Kempton Park that afternoon. As his consciousness flickered, Edward replied, "Yes, I have heard of it. I am very glad". He would lose consciousness for the last time at 11:30pm, May 6th 1910, and he would pass away fifteen minutes later. On the day of his death, George wrote in his diary that he had lost his "best friend and the best of fathers ... I never had a [cross] word with him in my life. I am heart-broken and overwhelmed with grief".

    Edward's legacy in the years following his death remained a complicated one. He was lauded as a great king and peacemaker, but the German Emperor Wilhelm II blamed his naval reforms and his alliances with France and Russia for indirectly stoking the flames that would erupt into the First World War in 1914. It did not help that the late king ordered all his letters burned upon his death, forcing biographers to rely on other material and sources to construct a more well-rounded picture of his character. In the end, his official biography was only published in 1927, and opinions on the king finally settled down.
    ...he had in many respects great natural ability. He knew how to be both dignified and charming; he had an excellent memory; and his tact in handling people was quite exceptional. He had a store of varied, though unsystematized, knowledge gathered at first-hand through talking to all sorts of eminent men. His tastes were not particularly elevated, but they were thoroughly English; and he showed much (though not unfailing) comprehension for the common instincts of the people over whom he reigned. This was not the less remarkable because, though a good linguist in French and German, he never learned to speak English without a German accent.
    — R.C.K. Ensor, 1936

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    Bond VI

    Noble Phantasm
    Beyond Which You Could Be Nothing More
    Illuminus Curtana

    Rank A+
    Anti-Self (Other)

    "It is time, then. You shan't dream for but a moment longer. Allow me to put that endless yearning to rest, once and for all. Curse my name and resent me as much as you wish, but know that this is the greatest mercy I may afford you. Illuminus Curtana."
    The sword of mercy, one of the Crown Jewels of the United Kingdom. Supposedly, it was once wielded by the Round Table knight Tristan, the French Paladin Ogier, and most historically, Edward the Confessor. The sword is deeply associated with the coronation of Britain's monarchs, to the point that it became the symbol of many of them upon summoning, each aspect of it tailored to suit the Servant who calls upon the blade. However, usually its end is blunt and squared to symbolize piety towards foes.

    Unlike the gilded, seemingly boundless utopia that was the Victorian era, the Edwardian era (1901-1910) was instead marked with more pragmatic, tangible reforms. Increased political awareness among the working class led to the emergence of unions demanding better working conditions, the Liberal Party won their greatest electoral victory due to their promotion of free trade and land reform, the development of electricity and automobiles provided new conveniences for society, women enjoyed increased employment opportunities and the seeds of the suffragist movement were sown, and much like the French Belle Epoque taking place at the same time, fashion, architecture, and arts saw creative developments under Avenger's reign. It was a relatively fleeting, yet prosperous transitionary period symbolizing a shift from an eternal, beautiful dream, to a slightly bleaker, yet still promising reality... and finally, a terrible nightmare that would plague the entirety of Europe just four years after Avenger's passing.

    To Avenger himself, the Edwardian era was the ultimate proof of his more pragmatic ways triumphing over his mother's more "archaic" and "unrealistic" views. One must eventually wake from even the most beautiful dream to face the world head-on... at least that would be the more "positive" description of this Noble Phantasm if Avenger isn't so consumed by the hatred he holds towards his mother. As it currently stands, however, the sword appears corrupted, with radiating an ominous pitch-black aura and occasional streaks of red. The Crown Jewel seems to reconcile its function as a "Sword of Mercy" with Avenger's own hatred by registering "waking up from the realm of
    escapism
    make-believe
    " as a show of "mercy". As such, this Noble Phantasm's true nature in Avenger's hands is that of a "dream-eating sword" that deprives one of the right to
    run away
    fantasize
    .

    The sword acts as a "linchpin to reality", identifying the target's limits and punishing them whenever they so much as try to defy them and become "anything that they are not". The first blow struck by this weapon inflicts a type of spiritual poison upon the target, causing them pain whenever they activate any abilities based on
    delusions
    dreams
    . Affected abilities include but are not limited to Imperial Privilege, Delusion Trigger, Self-Suggestion, Mental Pollution, and Unyielding Will (this pain becomes a constant in the case of perpetually-active Skills). To reject the confines of reality and one-sidedly impose your own laws upon the world with no regard for others is to run away, a pitiful display of 「escapism」 no different from what she once did. As such, one is not allowed to go beyond their limits. One is not allowed to become anything more or less than the role reality had appointed them to. One is not allowed to rely on anything and anyone other than oneself. One is not allowed to 「hope」. One may only face reality armed with the tools one already has.

    A future king could not call upon the powers of his future incarnation because that is not who he presently is.
    A world-renowned Emperor could not acquire abilities that they would not normally possess by simply willing it so.
    A powerful, army-decimating attack could not be survived through the power of resolve alone.
    One's flawed perception of oneself, or the world at large, could not dictate how the world actually operates.

    Every subsequent blow amplifies the poison damage, eventually to the point where even moving would be excruciatingly painful. And yet, due to Curtana's status as the "Sword of Mercy", neither the sword nor the poison is able to strike a killing blow. Rather, they would simply leave the target in a metaphorical "1hp" until Avenger sheathes the sword once again.

    Incidentally, this Noble Phantasm has a unique interaction with Reality Marbles; an act that completely substitutes the world's laws for one's inner world, and thus Avenger deems as "the ultimate act of selfishness". By gently tapping the ground with the sword's blunt edge within an established Reality Marble. Avenger triples the manifestation cost of said Reality Marble- visualized by cracks forming around the established "world"- causing them to collapse around their wielders.

    "Please believe me when I say I consider this a mercy. To have a perfect understanding of your limitations, what you are clearly capable and incapable of. To have no voice whispering in you ear, telling you who you could- who you must be. To have no larger-than-life, lofty ideals for you to pursue, even as you feel yourself getting crushed under the weight of everyone's expectations, including your own... to live only as you are and nothing more... one should derive a certain sense of liberation from it all. I know I​ would. Besides, this isn't solely for their sake, you know? This way... their dreams could hurt no one else, and I believe that would be for the best. If one would consider me a villain for doing this... so be it."

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    Bond VII
    Likes "Oh? Well, I would say smoking a good brand of cigar, betting at the horse races, or spending the night with some beautiful maiden, but you wouldn't be satisfied with that, would you? Perhaps you were expecting a character study, or some meaningful insight to my motivations? Fine, then. Since you've accompanied me this far, I suppose I could grace you with just a teensy bit of honesty, for once. What I like? ...Nothing comes to mind. There. The witch defined me through her expectations for so long, and after she was gone? I felt as though I defined myself solely based on opposing everything she stood for. I would indulge in every unsightly vice just to spite her. I would bring prosperity to the country in ways she never could have imagined, just to spite her. I would become a good father to my children, shower them with all the love she never gave me, just to spite her. Everything I did, every sinful and noble act, I did to spite her. Knowing that, is it any surprise to that I have manifested as an Avenger? So you see, if there truly was anything I ever truly enjoyed beyond those shallow pleasures... I'd never given them much thought."
    Dislikes "Let's see... fairytales bad... escapism bad... well, I'm sure you've had quite enough of that."
    ...
    "Hm? Do you think my hatred towards those things are excessive? Pfft- Hahaha, I can't believe you're asking that to a Heroic Spirit of Vengeance, of all people! Tell me, are there any Avengers here whose hatred you do not consider 'excessive' in some manner or another? It comes with the Class, I believe. Hahahahaha! ...Ah, apologies, I know you mean no offense by that question. No, no, I mean it, that is a good question. Perhaps I have simply internalized my role as a 'villain' to ever consider anything else... but here is the thing; Summoner. Put aside any hatred I hold for that witch for a moment. Even when they are not actively causing harm to your entire family for decades, those dreams remain inherently bad, as they could be destructive in other ways. Allow me to present another argument; fairytales are extremely bad, especially when they lead you to foolish, unnecessary acts of self-sacrifice and self-neglect in the name of 'kindness', no matter how well-intentioned your intentions may be. There, how about that?"
    *That argument feels... highly specific, but something tells you Avenger is not talking about his mother. His response appears as nonchalant and unserious as ever, but...*

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    Bond VIII

    Interlude (Long)
    In Remembrance of My Sister

    Node 1

    A micro-Singularity had been detected in the outskirts of Sevastopol, then part of the Russian empire, during the tail end of the Crimean war, in the winter of 1855. On top of the chaotic battlefield and the freezing cold, combatants were thrown into further disarray when a large pack of demonic beasts emerged and began wreaking havoc. Fortunately, for the last Master of humanity, who had saved the world more times than they could count, such an issue proved trivial.

    "I must say, I was expecting more. Things had gotten so boring in Chaldea that I practically jumped at the opportunity to stretch my legs, but this? My hunting trips were more challenging than this."

    > You were the one who insisted on coming along.
    "Yes, because this is the Crimean war. I've always had an interest in the military, even if my position forbade me from pursuing a career in that field. Heh, I used to envy Arta' for that... Anyway, I figured I could perhaps learn something new by observing the battlefield directly this way, but in the end, I did not learn anything I had not already known. Ahem, in any case, our business here is done, I assume?"

    > We should be able to rayshift back in a few hours, after we make sure the threat is truly gone.
    "A few more hours in this cold... it can't be helped, then. Speaking of which, it seems the soldiers back at the camp are planning to throw a little celebration for you. Why don't you join them? I'm sure it's not every day you get to experience these moments."

    > How about you?

    > Aren't parties usually more your thing?
    "Haha, usually, yes. But I'd much prefer to celebrate in the comfort of home, in the luxurious ballrooms of Buckingham or Windsor. Anyway, please pay me no mind and enjoy yourself. I'll keep watch here for a moment longer, and after that... there is still something else I'd like to do before we leave."

    ---

    Some time later, as the celebration gradually died down, you notice that Avenger is still nowhere to be seen. You consider this odd; the king who revels at being the center of attention, refusing to appear where everyone would praise him for his efforts? Even if he prefers more... high-end parties, records show that he did not shy away from interacting with the commonfolk either, so why..?

    After some searching, you find him in the last place you'd expect; the medical tents, tending to the wounded. You observe him for a few moments before he notices your presence.

    ~ ♬ ~

    > I didn't think I'd find you here, of all places.

    > You seem to know your way around these procedures.
    "Oh please, compared to Ms. Nightingale? This is just the basics. How to put on slings and bandages, how to close up open wounds and apply antibiotics... nothing more than first-aid, this is all I can give them. Oh, by the way, cease that smug look on your face. You would be mistaken to assume I am doing this out of the goodness of my heart."

    > I haven't said anything.

    > Whatever you say, Your Majesty.
    "...Hmph. Anyway, there. Some of these men would still require immediate discharge and more serious treatment back home, but they should be past the worst of it."

    And just like that, Avenger left the tent, beckoning you to follow him. The men he treated thanked him, but he simply shrugged them off with a friendly wave.

    > ... (look expectantly at Avenger)
    "Wh-What!? Are you hoping for a story!? That earlier was nothing, I swear! Just something I picked up in my youth!"

    > ... (look expectantly at Avenger)
    "Forget it! In fact, forget you saw anything over the past thirty minutes! Your king commands you!"

    > ... (look expectantly at Avenger)
    ...
    ...
    ...

    > ... (look expectantly at Avenger)
    "Uuuuuuuuggghhh... so be it. I doubt you would ever let this go, and I believe it would be better for me to tell you this story here rather than anywhere else... at least here, no one else could be listening in. That said, please be warned that my stories are not known for their happy endings. I am nothing like the rest of my family, after all."

    > It's okay, someone once told me happy endings aren't always meant to happen, and that wishes are only granted in fairytales.

    > ... (He's lying again)
    "Eh? Who told you that? They sound annoyingly pretentious. Ahem, anyway, this story is not about me. How much do you know about Alice? Not the storybook character, no..."

    > The Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine, and...

    > Your sister...
    "Indeed. Alice... From a young age, she had always been fascinated with life outside the royal household. One of the most well-known anecdotes about her was that she would often sneak out of the palace to visit hospitals, orphanages, and interact with the commonfolk. The press sure loved that one, considering before then, just the thought of a royal touching the hand of a commoner would be seen as *gasp* a major, unprecedented scandal of the highest degree! But I digress. That was only half the story."


    Node 2


    You see, Alice was never quite as sneaky as she had led herself to believe. And even if she was, do you really expect anyone to stay quiet when a princess of the royal family suddenly appeared to help sick children in your hospital one day with no prior announcement? Why, just letting her sneak out unsupervised like that would be a very risky and irresponsible thing to do, not just for my parents, but for the entire royal household! Can you imagine the uproar that would happen if she were to get hurt or worse during one of her escapades? In any case, most of the time she left, she was spotted quite easily, actually. Usually it was my father who noticed her sneaking out of the back door or the servants' quarters... and he would ask me to look after her. Why me instead of Vicky? Well, she was always busy learning German, French, or some other subject, being the ambitious overachiever that she was. Besides, 'Good, responsible big brothers should take care of their little sisters', he would say... Heh, do you have a younger brother or sister of your own, Summoner? I believe it's almost a universal thing for the eldest son to get dragged around by the whims of their younger siblings, no matter the era. Er, I never told her that I followed her out of father's wishes, though. As far as she knew, I went because I had nothing better to do, or I'd gotten bored of my usual lessons.

    "And so, I accompanied her many, many times on her 'adventures'. She would weep for soldiers who had just returned from the battlefield with grievous injuries. She would lend an ear to the elderly at nursing homes. She would pray together with the sick children. That was just... the kind of person she was, and even I must admit that her presence brightened every hospital she visited. Those people were... very fortunate to have someone like her, just to acknowledge their suffering."

    > Where were you during all this, Your Majesty?
    Me? Ugh, that... As I'm sure Ms. Nightingale could attest to, most hospitals at the time were... not exactly the best in terms of service. They tend to be understaffed, overcrowded, and with rather poor working conditions on top of that. So what would you do if you were an overworked hospital staff, panicking with all sorts of urgent matters to attend to, and you just so happen to see an able-bodied young man- THE PRINCE OF WALES HIMSELF, not even bothering with a disguise, mind you- just standing around awkwardly with nothing to do? Well, I'm sure you can answer that yourself. That was how I learned those basic medical procedures. Having to navigate the chaos of the emergency room, amidst the groans and screams of patients and orderlies busily shuffling about was... an unforgettable experience for sure. I still prefer it over my usual education at home though, if just a tiny bit. After all that, I would return to Alice still playing with the children or chatting with the elderly. Sometimes, she would ask why I looked so tired, but I would just shrug it off. I didn't need her to worry about me or barge into emergency rooms and cause even more chaos in her attempt to 'help', after all. And then we would go home, occasionally after getting some ice cream on the way, and 'sneakily' make our way into the palace as though we had never left... of course, father had instructed everyone to feign ignorance, so we were never 'caught', so to speak... he really did account for everything.

    ~ ♬ ~

    Of course, as you may well know, good things are never meant to last. Father died a few years later, and everything only got worse in the following years. Alice's wedding was held six months after his death, just as my mother had insisted upon. I took part in the ceremony alongside my siblings- I stood with Alfie in front of my mother's armchair, obscuring her from view as she held back her tears, while Lenchen, Louise, and Beatrice served as her bridesmaids. Frankly, the entire ceremony felt more like a funeral than a wedding... No thanks to my mother. In fact, while my relationship with her had already started to sour in the wake of father's death, I believe it was only after that wedding that I started addressing her as a 'witch' rather than my mother outside official documents. She wore the same black mourning dress she always wore on what was supposed to be a day of celebration. She wrote extensively of the dreary weather in Osborne at the time, and how much she wished father was here, but not so much on the wedding itself. She refused to meet her daughter's gaze on that special day, instead making me and Alfie stand in front of her like glorified folding screens. Father's death had weighed heavily on all of us, but that was perhaps the most important day on her daughter's life, and she couldn't even pretend to be happy for that one day. And the way her more presence brought that depressive atmosphere to the ceremony, she couldn't resist making it aaaaaall about her, could she!? I swear, every time I thought things could not get any worse with her, she only proved that she was capable of sinking even lower. Alice's wedding was just the first. Even back then, I wondered just how much she would meddle in her children's marital affairs, if not their entire lives, treating them as nothing more than little dolls to enact her selfishly envisioned 'happy ending'. You know how my own wedding unfolded just a year later, regarding the incident with that bust, but of course she didn't stop there. In fact, most of my siblings- me included- had to act very carefully as to not 'displease' her in our married lives; an impossible task considering how so very subtly she would express her displeasure whenever any of us appeared 'too happy'. Really, what sort of mother would put their children through that? And so, I simply saw it fit for me to address her with a title deserving of a woman who deliberately allowed her silly fairytale delusions to consume not just herself, but everything she laid her eyes on. A witch.


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    Ah, my apologies, I seem to have gotten sidetracked in my story. Where were we again?

    > Your sister's wedding.

    > Alice's wedding.
    Right, so... Alice left England for Darmstadt, Germany not long after the wedding. After Vicky left for Prussia a few years prior, father died, Alfie found himself increasingly preoccupied by his assignments in the navy, and now Alice's departure, the Osborne House had begun to lose its colors, and I must admit that... perhaps... a part of me felt... just a little bit sad at the ensuing peace and quiet. Still, from the letters I received, I was glad that my sister seemed to have made quite a wonderful life for herself. Father's death still casted a shadow upon her, but she found true love- away from the clutches of that witch, and the people of Germany loved her from the moment she stepped off her carriage. The Austro-Prussian war broke out in 1866, and despite being heavily pregnant at the time, the new Grand Duchess devoted herself to managing field hospitals, insisting to stay close to the battlefield to best tend to the many wounded. It was no different from when we were children, really. She'd always been like that.

    My own life in England was far less eventful by comparison. Many of my nights were spent in parties or social gatherings, I made several public appearances, went on some tours, and made my fair share of... controversial opinions on the topic of the Italian Unification, but the witch still excluded me from the country's politics, while at the same time breathing very heavily upon my neck regarding what sort of king I should become. Between her constant criticisms, her so-called 'lessons', and the countless arguments we had, I'm sure I'd already reached my breaking point several times over back then. In my head, sometimes I pictured just how cathartic it would be if I could throw that crown back at her face, with all the burdens it entailed, and... pardon my language, just say something like 'Fuck you and the throne and England and everything, you old witch!'. But I'd always managed to hold myself back, if just barely. Just like when we were children, even if she weren't there in England anymore, Alice's presence continued to be of some comfort to me when it came to navigating the family drama. Her letters gave me some much-needed perspective; her struggles amidst that war, with so much death and destruction and despair, must have been many times more difficult compared to my own, yet she continued to do all she could, to give love to the world, no matter how many times tragedy would besiege her. And seeing her determination... it made me want to try as well. Life may not have dealt me the best of cards at the moment, but I would continue to walk my path with determination in every step, just as she did. I didn't know when the day would arrive, but I vowed to become a king my siblings and my people could be proud of one day. Heh, it feels rather cheesy for me to say this now, but I genuinely believed that once, you know?


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    As another decade passed, my sister's idyllic life in Germany began to gave way to a series of tragedies. In 1873, her youngest son died after falling from a window. The boy was two, for God's sake. She wrote to mother about this, but of course, being the witch that she was, the Great Queen Victoria's response was dismissive at best. She was more concerned with how her daughter had allegedly aligned herself with Russian interests. Can you... Can you imagine that..? Her grandson just died a horrific death, and her daughter needed her in a moment of utter despair and vulnerability, but she couldn't even muster a single ounce of sympathy for her own daughter... Before then, I thought the wedding was bad, but this is exactly what I mean when I said she'd keep finding new ways to disappoint me whenever I thought she couldn't possibly sink any lower.

    > How about you, Your Majesty?

    > Were you there for your sister?
    Me? Of course I was. I had lost my own son two years prior, just a day after he was born. I understood her grief. I understood that the death of a child is something that no parent could ever fully get over. Unfortunately, I found myself too busy to ride for Germany myself, but I wrote extensively to her. I don't know if my words ever reached her, but if nothing else, I wanted her to know that I was there for her, just as she had been for me all those years ago. But of course, she probably needed more than that, and the one person whose mere words could reassure her the best could not even spare her that much. Oh, and most regrettably, that was just the beginning... following little Frittie's death, her relationship with the witch- mother only continued to worsen, and from her letters, I heard her husband had grown distant as well. She was alone, in a place so far away from home, with no one willing to so much as lend an ear to her troubles... and yet, she remained true to herself, as always. She continued to dedicate herself to charity, nursing, and social reforms. Giving only love to a world that gave her nothing but pain... I have no idea how she could do such a thing, but even I consider it admirable... or at least I did, once.

    ~ ♬ ~

    And then came the winter of 1878. In November, a deadly wave of diphtheria swept through the Hessian court. It did not take long for most of my sister's family to fall gravely ill. To no one's surprise, Alice- who by some good fortune seemed to be spared from the disease- decided to do what she does best; she threw herself into nursing her entire family back to health, without a hint of hesitation. Other doctors and caretakers urged her to rest and mind her own health, to entrust treatment to them, but she would have none of it. As I said before, she's... always been like that, once she puts her mind into something, and with her own family at stake? As much as I wished her to take better care of herself, I could not find fault in her reasoning. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts... diphtheria would claim the life of my niece, her youngest daughter, Marie, two weeks later. My sister was devastated, but there was no time for her to grieve; her husband and other children were still struggling with illness. So just like that, she forced herself to get back to work. She kept her death a secret from the rest of the family for weeks, but when her son Ernest found out his sister was gone, the poor boy broke down in tears. It was during this moment that my sister, kind and selfless as she was, despite her better judgment, nursing experience, and extensive medical knowledge... she gave the boy a kiss. That was the kiss that sealed her fate. She would be diagnosed with diphtheria on December 7, and she was gone just a week later, on December 14... On the 17th anniversary of father's death, down to the exact date.

    When news of Alice's death finally reached England, I was anguished beyond measure. My dear sister, with whom I went through so much with, gone on the same day as my father... it had to be a sick joke from the universe, if I'd ever seen one. A joke so unbelievably hilarious that
    if there is a god out there, I'd like to wring his neck with my own hands
    I couldn't stop laughing through my tears
    .


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    This terrible day come round again! My precious child, who stood by me and upheld me seventeen years ago on the same day taken, and by such an awful and fearful disease...She had darling Papa's nature, and much of his self-sacrificing character and fearless and entire devotion to duty!
    — Queen Victoria's letter to Vicky regarding Alice's death, December 1878


    "...What the fuck..?"

    When... the woman I so painfully call 'mother' asked me to proofread her letter, I couldn't even muster the slightest bit of anger left towards her.
    More than anything, I just felt sick to my stomach.

    Where was this concern when she actually needed you!? When she actually walked among the living!?
    All her life, you couldn't even be bothered to act like a proper mother, even in moments when she needed you most, and now...
    Why are you saying all this now!?
    What gave
    you the right to shed tears for her after everything you did, or everything you never did!?

    And... knowing exactly what just happened... why would you still praise her for that..? For the qualities she shared with father..?
    You saw how she was in that white coffin.
    There was nothing 'noble' or 'beautiful' about her death.
    No deeper lesson to be learned on the value of 'self-sacrifice' and 'devotion'.

    You lost a daughter... though I question if you even considered her as such in the years leading up to her death.
    I lost a sister.
    Her family lost a wife and mother.
    There was nothing more to it.

    "Ah, so that's how it is..."

    As I watched her coffin be lowered into that hole, I finally understood.
    I was wrong.
    My hatred for fairytales and escapism, mother's unreachable standards, her blind adoration towards father's idealized image... they were but symptoms to a larger problem.

    「Love」

    More than delusions, powerlessness, or even hope, the greatest curse of all is
    「love」.
    It did not unite us, nor did it magically make anything better, as the witch seemed to think it does.

    「Love」 drove my mother to do all those horrible things she did.
    「Love」 killed Alice.
    「Love」 drove Alfie to spend years away at sea, all because he couldn't bear the sorrowful memories of home.
    「Love」 worsened Lenchen's health issues as she poisoned herself with opium and laudanum in stress-fueled attempt to appease the witch's standards.
    「Love」 chained Louise and Beatrice to the witch as 'caretakers', crushed their dreams from right before their eyes, while they still had so much more to live for.

    No comforting illusion, no act of kindness, even those done with the best of intentions, is worth that pain.
    No one deserves that.

    Do you understand now, Summoner?
    「Love」 is not a magic word uttered by a gentle fairy godmother.
    It is a dreadful poison that ravages your family and everything else you hold dear, leaving nothing left in its wake.


    As the realization hit me, aside from the grief of losing my dear sister, fear began to take root in my heart.

    If I were to truly
    「love」 as well, with all my heart... would I become just like them?
    Like my mother, whose love for my father only spurned her to treat her children as mere puppets in her delusional fairytale?
    Like my sister, who lived her entire life believing in it, only for her death to cause such deep pain to others without her ever meaning to?
    How many people- how many more could I possibly hurt, perhaps including my own wife and children, in the name of
    「love」?
    If so, then...

    "I refuse to succumb to that poison we call 'love'."

    That day, I vowed to steel my heart, to never love again.
    Any 'love' I displayed from that day forward were nothing more than a bare-faced lie.
    I knew some would be hurt with that decision, but to tell you the truth, the alternative frightens me more, even now.
    Any pain I inflict upon them now is nothing compared to if I were to do so genuinely in the name of
    「love」, regardless of my own intentions.


    Epilogue

    "And so concludes my story; a tale of a foolish king who resented fairytales, idealism, and make-believe, and how he holds his sister dear; a princess who treasured kindness and altruism, even as her final years were colored only by despair. I told you that there is no happy ending to this tale, didn't I? What do you think, Summoner? Have you picked up any silly life-lessons or epiphanies from my story?"

    > I did, actually.
    "Oh? Then please, don't keep the audience waiting."

    > For someone who despises lies, you lie quite a lot. Mostly to yourself.

    > You're a better person than you realize.
    ...
    ...
    "...Oi, Summoner. Are you freaking serious? You can't possibly believe that, can you..? Why are you starting to sound like her..? I've read records of your journey so far, and you should already know by now that there is only one fate that awaits you if you continue down this path. Are you that determined to inflict pain upon your loved ones..?"

    > This isn't about me.

    > The expression you showed while treating those men back there... that didn't look like a lie to me.
    "But that's not-!"
    ...
    "Fine, you win this round, damn it. This is... one last thing from the that I'd never told anyone else. Perhaps deep down, a part of me... still wanted to believe. It is a notion steeped in childish naivety, but I found myself clinging onto it nonetheless. So I figured that if I retrace my sister's footsteps by immersing myself in that world she loved... perhaps I could understand her- understand the rest of my family a little better."

    > And did you come any closer to that from your time here?
    For once, the king appeared taken aback by the question.
    For a moment, he remained silent.
    He opened his mouth to answer only to hold himself back, as though reconsidering his words carefully.
    In the end...

    "No."

    > I see... So that's how it is.
    "I told you before, didn't I? I am nothing like my siblings. I could never be anything like them. I refuse to let myself be anything like them... in all the ways that matter."

    You find the answer sad, but at the same time... his resolve to deny himself like this, to repress his true desires... it seems almost immovable. Ultimately, you are not the one to break the king out of this harrowing mindset.

    Noble Phantasm
    Irreconcilable, in All the Ways You Never Were
    Osborne House

    "...I'm getting real tired of this shit. Let's put your story to a close, one page at a time, until there is nothing left. Let every piece of you disappear into oblivion; Osborne House."



    Rank EX
    Anti-Self (Other)
    Memories of a royal estate amidst the southern English countryside, in the peaceful Isle of Wight. As a 「linchpin」 to countless priceless memories, it was more than a residence: it was the place where miracles, love, and happiness began... And where they eventually ended. While most if not all of his family members would possess some variant of this Noble Phantasm, Avenger's rendition seem to embody the "end of the story" more than anyone else's.

    Queen Victoria passed away at Osborne on January 22, 1901. In her will, she left strict instructions that the estate was to remain in the family. Avenger rejected this wish, and on the day of his coronation a year later, he presented the estate as a gift to the country, though he left houses for his younger sisters Louise and Beatrice. This is the fundamental difference between Avenger's version of Osborne House compared to the rest of his family's; his is not based on any precious core memory he made in the estate, or some innocent childhood dream. Instead, this is the act of closing the book at the end of a fairytale; removing a linchpin that defined every value, every joy and sorrow, and every priceless memory of his family for decades. An undeniable proof that a place filled with countless sentimentalities could be reduced to (what on the surface appears to be) a purely pragmatic political move.

    A Noble Phantasm belonging to a villainous, prodigal son who gave away a house that is not his own, rebelled against traditions he never felt to be a part of, and rejected a story he never asked for. All this is exacerbated even further by Avenger's own feelings of self-doubt and isolation from his family, the single-minded belief that "I could never be like them". Upon its activation, a small field of flowers bloom at Avenger's feet, indicating the Noble Phantasm's effective range. The serene atmosphere invoked by the flowers, reminiscent of peaceful days long past spent in that estate, hides a dark truth. Whenever an enemy uses their armament against Avenger within this flower field, the flowers seems to grow just a little bit darker. Every successive action would gradually cause these flowers to lose their colors and wither, before scattering into the wind. However, the flowers are not the only thing lost in this Noble Phantasm. In truth, the flowers serve as a visual representation of the target's "sense of being". Every action made using the target's armaments gradually siphons their memories, which triggers progressively worse cases of amnesia and depersonalization on the target. This effect is somewhat boosted if the target's armaments are something "given" to them by someone else rather than something truly their own (although this definition can be vague according to Avenger's own judgment). Taking a warrior who receives a sacred suit of armor and a divine sword from the gods for example, by the end of this Noble Phantasm, said warrior would feel like an individual wearing armor and wielding a sword that was never their own, but memories of how they obtained these armaments in the first place would be lost, therefore sealing much of the armaments' abilities and greatly reduces their proficiency with them. Of course, all this still assumes that the target remains within this Noble Phantasm's range long enough for the effects to reach such an advanced stage.

    An act of forcibly separating an individual from their legend. If the Osborne House was "the keystone upon which my family's legacy was built", removing that keystone would remove said "legacy" entirely. And who could- who better to perform such an evil, despicable act than the rebel prince who spent much of his life going against everything his mother ever stood for?

    "...I've never liked that place anyway."

    _________________________


    Bond IX

    Likes "'Ooohh~ Actually, despite my gruff exterior and everything I said and did before, I actually love my siblings! Truly they are my greatest treasures, my shining lights amidst this cruel, cruel world~!' ...Are you expecting me to say something like that? Ugh, I would never. Just saying that makes me nauseous. The only thing I am willing to admit is that my father, for all his flaws, was right about one thing; it is the duty of the eldest son to stand up for his siblings, even if they don't realize it. I'm not that naive, you know? Alice and the others... they may not see the need for me to get pissed on mother and the world on their behalf. They may disagree with my methods. However, since all of them deserve better in my eyes, I'll continue to hold on to this hatred for them, just for a little while longer."
    ...
    "What? I'll have you know this is strictly different from what you would call 'love'. Spare me such sentimentalities. Their brains are just... too rotten by those fairytales for them to ever freaking think for themselves. Besides, I sure as hell can't expect Vicky to be the responsible one out of the two of us, so I shall... very reluctantly... take it upon myself to carry out that duty. To not let the world forget, and to stand up for them when they couldn't do it by themselves. Er, I shall do nothing more than that, though!"
    Dislikes "Those self-sacrificial types who would rush towards death and misery so eagerly, without ever sparing a second thought towards those they would leave behind... that loathsome curse they call 'love'... and the powerless me, who could do nothing but watch as tragedy claimed each and every one of them... I truly... truly... despise them all..."
    Wish "Oh dear, more pointless questions from you, Summoner? Why don't you use that time to summon the rest of my siblings here? Let's see, there's Alice, Alfie, Lenchen, Louise, Arta', Leo, and Beatrice left, isn't there? Please, don't mistake this for some wholesome family reunion. They've just... ran away for far too long, so I believe it's time for us to sit down and have a proper conversation for once. Conversation that... each of us has probably been dreading over the past century, for our own reasons... Anyway, I'll think about the venue and dishes. I have some experience in organizing such events. Just use your Grails or whatever to bring them here. N-No, I am not the least bit excited about any of this, damn you!"

    Relationships (bond 1-4)
    Queen Victoria (Caster) (Whitefrenzy):
    "I have but one question for you, o' benevolent Fairy Godmother... does it feel good? To retreat into your fantasies like this as your family crumbled around you? As Alice was buried? As Leo succumbed to hemophilia? As Lenchen poisoned herself to earn a single word of praise that you couldn't even afford to give her? As Louise's dreams withered away with every day she spent with you? ...You don't get to speak of magic and miracles. Not after what you did. Allow me to tear down that curtain myself and expose you for the unsightly witch you are."

    Queen Victoria (Saber) (Whitefrenzy):
    "...That's more like it. The crown has truly blinded you to everything else, hasn't it... mother dearest? Not another word needs to be said. For the tears they shed then, for their cries when they needed you most, which you could never find it in yourself to answer even as they succumbed to despair... I'll cut you down here."

    Any other incarnation recognized as "Queen Victoria":
    "More lies to dispel... so be it. The world shall know her as I once did. Curtana, answer to me."

    Winston Churchill (RoydGolden):
    "Your mother was... a very pleasant woman. Her beauty is matched only by her wit, and her company was most welcome to me back in the day. I wonder if she could be summonable here one day. We have quite a lot to catch up on, if the opportunity ever arrives."

    Mohammed Abdul Karim (BnEl15):
    "Yes, yes, I freed you from your chains, lifted that 'magical' veil the witch casted over your eyes, gave you a free ticket back to your homeland, and sent you off with so much money in gratitude for your services over the years. What more could you possibly ask for? Duleep would have been ecstatic at this kindness I afforded you. Please, there is no need to thank me, Mr. Munshi. You are very much welcome."

    Jack the Ripper (Watcher) (BnEl15):
    "Oh dear, I knew the Scotland Yard was incompetent during that case, but to accuse my son of being Jack the Ripper, of all people? Next you'll tell me that Ms. Nightingale or that visiting Indian lawyer was the real Jack all along. What a surprise that would be! ...No, wait, perhaps it would be unfair to place the blame solely on them. The papers chasing sensationalism above journalistic integrity is just as responsible for the manifestation of this... abomination of a Servant. Remove them from my sight posthaste, Summoner. I can't bear to see them make a mockery of dear Eddy for a second longer."

    Crown Jewels (Sutaa):
    "To tell you the truth, I could not care less about 'responsibility' or anything else of the like. A life of partying, women, and gambling would be a dream come true for me... but of course, someone just had to be the responsible one in order to hold the country together. Your approval means little to me, child. If I did end up becoming a good king in spite of everything that's happened... well, that's just one more middle finger I could shove to that witch's face."

    Aisin-Gioro Zaitian (BnEl15):
    "The mere sight of you infuriates me so. How long are you going to let that woman trample all over your ideals? She is hardly as untouchable as you think she is. I swear, if I may be honest, your culture's twisted idea of 'piety' seem to do far more harm than good."

    Mycroft Holmes (Morg van Destro):
    "I've never been the type who could stay silent with a book for too long, so the Diogenes Club is not my cup of tea. Still, your services to the government is very much appreciated, Mr. Holmes. Whether it be taking care of state affairs whenever the witch is too preoccupied by her grief as usual, or ensuring a stable transitionary period after she was gone, your counsel is invaluable. Come to me if you ever need another momentary distraction from your pursuit of the Root."

    Edward VI (Sutaa):
    "Greetings, from one bearer of this accursed name to another! Wow, you could practically smell the putrid stench of self-loathing in the air! A tool of a just and righteous God, he says! Just how many hoops did you have to jump over just to reach that conclusion? ...Get over yourself, boy. You are not the only one. Alice, Frittie, Leo... The world extinguishes its brightest lights as easily as blowing off a candle before bedtime. There is no divinely-ordained plan, or some grand tapestry of fate explaining why good little boys and girls had to die without ever seeing their dreams come to fruition. At times, the world could just be so... inhumanly cruel, without a hint of 'reason' or 'fairness'. The sooner you accept that, the better. Of course, if you ever find yourself finally crumbling under the pressure, if you haven't already... my sword would be all too happy to liberate you."

    Bond 5
    Anna Anderson (BnEl15):
    "The crown weighs heavily on your shoulders, doesn't it... 'Grand Duchess'? What, did you really think I couldn't tell my grandniece from an impostor? Heh, Alice would tell you that it's okay to dream, or that you and her granddaughter could have been good friends... but such qualities are beyond me. So allow me to grant you a different sort of 'kindness'... How long are you planning on holding on to that burden? It has brought you nothing but pain, yet you crave for it still. Are you a masochist or something? ...Well, if you truly feel as though there is no escape from this prison you've so delicately crafted for yourself, then do tell me. Perhaps my Noble Phantasm could liberate you from your shackles. An opportunity to live only for yourself might be possible yet."

    Ahmad Shah Abdali (Scotcheroos):
    "Ugh, and I thought that fake Grand Duchess was bad... there's chasing after the ideals of a dead man, and there's this... Something about him makes me uncomfortable. Like I could dig deep under his mask, maybe use my sword to cleave bits and pieces of his 'dream' to the point I should be able to see him for who he truly is underneath all the gilded adornments... only to find a pitch-black void staring back at me. Where the heck do you keep finding these figures, Summoner?"

    Marie-Therese Charlotte (BnEl15):
    "Oi, are you sure that's the lesson you're supposed to take away from everything that's happened to you, Mademoiselle? ...I don't like this. You sound far too much like her for me to leave you alone in good conscience. What a pain... Let me put it this way, then; do you honestly think that your parents- the ones who in your own words, showered you only with love and kindness all their lives- would want this life for you? Purposefully getting yourself hurt time and time again as part of some stupid plan to 'understand' them or whatever... I don't know what you're expecting, but nothing good could possibly come at the end of that path. Actually, don't you think those answers you're looking for has been right in front of you this whole time? What sort of people your parents were, what kind of life they'd want you to have... hah, surely you can open your eyes to something that obvious, can you?"

    Wilhelm II (massive_jojo_reference):
    "If it isn't my favorite nephew! Is that really you, Wil? Where did your iconic mustache go? I could scarcely recognize you without it! Do you need a marker to draw it back on? I promise I won't look if you do."
    "And if it isn't my favorite uncle Bertie! You've lost so much weight, I could barely recognize you! It's almost as if being a Servant is the greatest dietary plan one could manage for someone of your stature! What a family reunion this has been!"
    "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
    ...
    ...
    "...Cocky little brat."
    "...Forever stuck in his emo phase."
    "OH YOU WANNA FREAKING GO-"
    "BRING IT ON, OLD MAN!"

    Bond 5, post-interlude
    Victoria, Princess Royal (Whitefrenzy):
    "Still the favorite child, even now... but that's no good, Vicky. You can't afford to hide behind them forever. You have to be stronger than that. In the end, even the most comforting illusion you've drowned yourself in could not possibly last forever. One day, you might once again find yourself in a situation where you can rely on nobody else but yourself. I... might not always be around to help you out either should that time come, so if nothing else, as your brother... I need to make sure that you could do well enough for yourself without their shadows tagging behind you."

    Princess Alice, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine:
    "She's not here yet... but frankly, I'd rather keep it that way, at least for now. If she were here, I have a feeling she would continue on her self-destructive crusade in the name of 'saving the world' or 'protecting everyone she holds dear', and knowing her boundless, single-minded resolve, things might actually work in her favor somehow... but has she ever looked back and wondered who would be there to save her in turn? Has she ever stopped for ONE freaking second and consider that there are people who would mourn her just as much as she would mourn them if she were ever to disappear just like that!? Sigh, I got carried away again... I could never stop myself from worrying when it comes to her. Being the 'responsible big brother' really is a pain in the arse."

    Alfred, Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha:
    "Alfie? Of course he's not here. Even if he were to manifest as a Servant, he'd rather wander off to India, Japan, Australia, Hong Kong, or God-knows-where rather than spend time with any of us. Still, don't let him know I said any of this, but... I couldn't help but feel proud of him, in some way. Even if he originally went on those trips as a means of running away, he's made quite a name for himself overseas. Making friends from all over, broadening his horizons, learning foreign customs, and truly immersing himself in everything the world has to offer... I am proud of the man my brother has become... I just wish he'd write home more often. A-Anyway, as I said before, you are never to speak of this to anyone, especially him if he ever decides to show up here."

    Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn:
    "There's nothing much to talk about regarding Arta'. His life is as straightforward as they come; he'd always been interested in the military since we were children, he pursued that dream with everything he had, rose up the ranks, served in several places, and retired as a decorated veteran with plenty of awards to his name. It was a boring life mostly spared from tragedy and despair... which is something I am thankful for. Heh, at least one of us was able to live life fully on his own terms, seemingly unfazed by everything that happened in our family."

    Princess Christian of Schleswig Holstein:
    "I rarely got to see her after mother was gone, but I remember Lenchen quite fondly. She very much preferred the company of books and drawings over people, I daresay she was the most... creatively-inclined of us siblings. Heh, I remember several instances where she punched me without warning for interrupting her reading time when we were children. I got a bloody nose from her once. Ah, but as she grew up, she found joy in nursing and charity work, a completely different image from the freakishly strong book nerd I knew in my youth. She remained that way even as she struggled with addiction, as... mother continued to demand more and more of her. Still, at the very least, she never got as... recklessly self-sacrificial as Alice was, despite them working in similar fields. God knowsthe family doesn't need another one of those types."

    Duleep Singh (Whitefrenzy) (bond 5, post-interlude):
    "Duleep... Hah, I mean this half in jest, but a part of me was glad that you... did not live to see me become king. Because if you had been there, um... how the hell am I supposed to face you? Everything felt so much... easier, or at least clearer back when we were youngsters, innocently naive to the ways of the world. What kind of leader I'd wanted to be, what the future should look like, what principles I'd wished to uphold, how to distinguish myself from the old witch that was my mother... how the hell am I supposed to face you, knowing I'd become just another unsightly liar, after all those promises we made in our youth? Damn it, between my the witch's crushing expectations, the immense weight of the crown, and what I wanted my life to be... sometimes I feel as though I don't know myself anymore. Not that I could blame my mother and my own responsibilities for everything either... S-Still, if you would still tolerate this complete mess of a king... it's good to see you again, old friend."
    ...
    "By the way, I'm just making sure here, but out of all the Edwards in British history, you, uh... didn't name your youngest son after me, did you? You must be referring to the Confessor, or the Martyr, or the Black Prince. Or maybe even that Tudor boy-king because at least he had something he could be proud of in his faith, which the same could not be said for me. D-Don't get me wrong, I suppose it would be a nice gesture if you did something like that for me, but knowing what you know now, knowing what kind of person I became... I don't believe I deserve the honor. It might be a little late for me to say this, but are you sure you don't want to reconsider that name?"

    Alexandrina Victoria (Faker) (Whitefrenzy):
    "What the... that's not- this... this isn't supposed to happen! Why are you apologizing now, of all times!? Why aren't you admonishing me for my faults!? Why aren't you going on your usual tirades on how I could never make for a good king, or how I spat all over father's immaculate memory with every breath I take or whatever!? Why... Why are you just offering this now!?"
    ...
    "I think more than resentment over your crushing expectations of me, satisfaction over finally letting my voice be heard, or anguish over how... our family turned out after father was gone, more than any of those, there is just... a dull pain where it all once was. This side of you existed all along. You were capable of kindness and understanding. You just... refused to do so in front of me, and I don't know if that makes it better or worse. For reasons I cannot fathom even now, never have I seen you as you are now. Grief makes fools of us all, I understand that. But can you imagine just... how much easier it would have been if you'd just opened your eyes from that rotten dream much sooner? ...Not even the deaths of Alice, Leo, and Alfie could get you to stop locking yourself in your room with your letters and look me in the eyes properly, not even once."
    ...
    "I shan't accept your apology. Not just yet. I'm far from the only person you should apologize to, aren't I? In fact, I'm sure they need to hear your words more than I do. Only after you've said everything that needs to be said to them shall I hear you out... mother."

    Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (BnEl15):
    "'Clear skies' my arse... I'll have you know that ever since you left, the skies over London were closer to an endless barrage of torrential downpour, metaphorically speaking! And are you really in any place to lecture me about 'family' and 'responsibility' after throwing your life away in such a... selfish, irresponsible move!? Did you think so little of your family, that you didn't think any of us had the right to know about that stone? About the sorrows weighing you down? I swear, I feel as though so many things could have been avoided if you'd just... Tch, forget it. Your message from back then? It was a long and difficult road, but I did it. Lived my life to its fullest, experienced everything you couldn't, joys and sorrows alike, actually tried at being some semblance of a decent king, and looked after Vicky, Alice, Alfie, and the others where I could... even if their antics could really drive me nuts from time to time... I think they got that from you more than mother. But in the end, I did it, so there. You should really consider the weight of your last requests before you make them, you know? It's almost like you-"
    ...
    "E-Eh? Eh!? W-What are you doing!? Unhand me at once, father! D-Did you really think I said all that to you expecting a hug or some sappy acknowledgement of my efforts!? Y-You're wrong! Completely wrong! Now stop this embarrassing display of affection at once, damn it!"

    _________________________


    Bond X

    That Accursed Place, Devoid of Meaning and Memory
    ~ ♬ ~


    Source

    "The new King Edward VII, who had never liked the Osborne House growing up, donated the estate to the nation and continued to live at Sandringham."

    Why did I do such a thing, you ask?
    Because I've never liked it. There. The answer is right there, for goodness' sake. That's it.
    Truly, I have not a single good memory there.
    On top of that, disrespecting that dastardly witch's wish one last time, essentially throwing away the house she loved so much, along with all the memories it contained...
    That's exactly what you, or what she would expect from a villainous rebel prince such as myself, wouldn't you think so?
    She spent so long making me out to be a failure, or some kind of irredeemable villain, so why don't I show her just that as payment for her "kindness"?

    "But the house means so much, not just to her, but to your entire family!"
    Well, that's their problem to deal with. They can't cling to those distant memories forever now, can they?
    They have to grow up, sooner or later.
    I've never really understood their attachment to that place either way, and I care not for their feelings on the matter.
    I've never understood them, and I doubt they ever understood me either... but that's okay.

    Besides, hypothetically speaking, even if I do hold some sentimental attachment towards that place, which I most certainly do not...
    By the time I took the crown, there was no one left to bask in the memories anyway.
    Father was dead.
    Vicky was away in Prussia.
    Alice was dead.
    Leo was dead.
    Alfie was dead.
    Arta' had his military career to keep him busy.
    Lenchen, Louise, and Beatrice found better things in their lives to dedicate themselves to than an old house filled only with pain.
    The laughter that once resounded through those halls, everyone who brought warmth and color to that house... everyone was gone.
    So what point is there in keeping that house?

    Ultimately, I shed not a single tear as I signed the documents.
    I refused to let myself to succumb to those dreams, memories of those wistful days that felt like an eternity ago, to retreat into a hollow fantasy as mother once did.
    And in the end, I accomplished just that.
    Some would call me heartless, but again, that's okay.
    I am nothing like them, after all.

    There is no love, no miracle to be found in the Osborne House.


    You’re so stupid, Bertie... You know that? Don’t look at me like that, you know you are.

    You might have our Master fooled, putting airs as if you’re so above it all, but I know you best. I know you would proudly declare your desecration of mother’s legacy to her face, you would find elation in it, but towards us brothers and sisters, there would be the slightest trace of shame behind your bold words.

    That, because you think of yourself as someone worthy of scorn for what you did. You fashion yourself our “villain”, a monster born in this nest that destroyed it in the end, because this has always been the only thing you were good at. But... Why would any of us judge you? Do you really think this lowly of us all? I believe that no person in this world is a stranger to the most simple of lessons, that nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

    Our house in Osborne wasn’t those walls, but the memories within. Osborne is, in short, “us”. And no matter how much we struggled against this notion, from the moment father had died, our dear Osborne has died with him. The memories were still there, and it was with those that mother tried to steady herself, but they had no place to go anymore. If someone cannot be held in one’s arms anymore, then at least they should be held in their memories... If they cannot be in one’s life, then they should find home in one’s heart, isn’t that so? But people are more complex than that, and sometimes even that isn’t enough.

    It wasn’t enough for you, after all.

    Your love is deeply entwined with your shame. It is a love that was bruised, abused. Yours is a love that lost the battle and is ashamed of thinking so.

    And why would it be different? When I died, with me died the day I would be there beaming at all your future conquests. With me, died the warmth of forgiveness and the hope for better days. When mother died, with her died the possibility of her ever seeing you for what you were, for all the beautiful things you did and still would do. With her was gone the possibility of forgiving each other, of building something from the ashes of your relationship. You never knew the forgiveness of a mother, she denied you the love you thought you deserved, and that even after all of this you still desired it so, so much... This all tore you inside.

    You had to chase away every last piece of weakness, until this all would become just a memory. Osborne couldn’t live, not after this. There was nothing for you to look back at.
    But even without Osborne, you were still cursed with its love.
    No, it was even more painful for you than it was for us… Because for you, you had to love our Osborne from afar. Everything that was once familiar, reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations, of architecture changes in photographs…

    To you, this dream now existed to you as nothing more than proof that something could still hurt you with no contact at all.
    —I know this stings in a different way. I know you could have sworn to yourself that you spoke the truth when you said that love couldn’t be found in those walls.
    But I’m your little sister, you know? You’re going to have to try a little harder than that to fool me.
    It’s fine to hate me for leaving you behind, it’s fine to never forgive mother, it’s alright to deny Osborne’s love. Indifference is the true antithesis to love, not hate. Hate us all for as long as you need... Healing has never been a pretty thing, after all. And know that I’ll be minding you during the whole process, stubborn brother. I won’t hear no as an answer.


    Creator's Notes

    "I'm glad, really. In the end, you aren't so different from the rest of us after all."

    Born to fuck around and find out, forced to be the responsible big brother. You hate to see it happen :(

    Man, writing about more modern figures really made me realize that chances are, the people we write about are way more complex than what can be crammed into a single sheet. This guy has 3-4 very interconnected character arcs happening simultaneously, and writing all of them was a challenge... and even then, I'm sure I haven't touched on everything there is about him. Welp, at least I still have some material for the possible summer alt, you never know~


    Anti-Self (Other) is a new NP classification I thought of, because none of the typical categories could really fit his NPs. Apparently the only Anti-Self NP we have in canon is The Queen's Glass Game, but Bertie's NPs don't affect himself; rather, they attack the enemy's "sense of self". Anti-Mind might be close, but the effects of both NPs aren't strictly limited to the mind either... so Anti-Self (Other) it is.

    In other news, if WF wants to consider Victoria as an Arthur-like figure... man, I really don't have to try at all to make Bertie a Mordred parallel. The parallels write themselves and I barely have to stretch anything. The only that could make it more obvious is if Bertie- in a spite-fueled, chuuni act of rebellion- literally renames his Curtana into Clarent, and nothing else about the sheet would change. :jalter:


    Credits to WF for writing Alice's portion of the CE. Really elevated the sheet from "already great stuff I'm pretty satisfied with" to "absolute peak 10/10" in my eyes. Someone has to call out the evil rebel prince for his bullshit sooner or later, and who better to do it than the one person whose words could actually reach him? Anyway, thus ends my first contribution to this series. It's an honor to participate, and the ball is back in your court now, WF. I'm sure the next episode will be very fluffy and wholesome and nothing bad could possibly happen to this family. :umu:



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