Rider
Wicked and Gluttonous Half-Blood Bogatyr, Tugarin Zmeyevich
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Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Region: Russia
Gender: Female
Height: 190cm
Weight: 78kg
Likes: Food, beautiful women, a good nap
Dislikes: Tricky fighters, rain, dragonslayers
Parameters:
Strength: C+
Endurance: A
Agility: C
Mana: A
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: A
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: BA high level of Magic Resistance for the Rider class, due to her draconic blood. Due to the imperfect nature of her existence, however, it is somewhat degraded and cannot cancel out greater rituals.
Riding: AThe capacity to control all vehicles and utilize all beasts below Phantasmal and Divine rankings as mounts. A hybrid of human and dragon kind, Rider's nature resembles that of a beast.
Personal Skills:
Mana Venting(Flame): AAs one of the dragon kind, it would be typical for Rider to possess a rank in Mana Burst. However, due to her atypical nature as an imperfect fusion of human and dragon traits, she obtains Mana Venting instead. Rider is incapable of fully utilizing her magical energy for reinforcement on instinct. Instead, some is lost, vented from her body in the form of flames that emerge from her bare skin. While this degrades her capacity to strengthen herself, it can also be used for offensive and defensive purposes as the intense flames surge from her limbs. During her fight with the legendary bogatyr, Alyosha Popovich, Rider's body was coated with seething flames that could have scorched her opponent to death with a mere touch. Additionally, Rider is also capable of exhaling a torrent of fire.
Relentless Gluttony: C+Rider's notable gluttony is emphasized in her depiction in folklore and epic poetry. In life, she was ravenous enough to devour an entire swan in a single sitting, and then ask for seconds. A skill representing an extreme and excessive glutton. Rider is capable of rapid mana replenishment through consumption, at a greatly increased level in comparison to most Servants. Even inorganic materials or enemy weaponry can be devoured and utilized to replenish herself, though food is the best source of mana for Rider. The drawback to this skill is that Rider rapidly consumes magical energy and must eat frequently in order to sustain herself without depleting her Master. Due to her gluttonous nature, this is of little issue to all but her Master's supplies.
Imperfect Nature: BRider was born as an experimental, flawed fusion of human and dragon, an effort to create an "unstoppable heir" by altering her existence while she was developing in the womb. Neither human nor dragon, Rider's existence is one of imperfection. Despite her lack of belonging, this also grants her some beneficial effects. Abilities that target humans or beasts will fail against her, and she is more resistant to negative status effects. A manner of being that does not firmly align her with any one form of life. A symbol of an isolated existence who did not find any of her own kind during her lifetime.
Noble Phantasm:Drifting Razor Wings
Paper Horse
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-50
Maximum Number of Targets: 80 People
Despite bearing draconic blood, Rider possesses no wings nor capacity for flight. Instead, she utilizes a high-grade mystic code pilfered from her father after his death. In its dormant state, Paper Horse resembles nothing more then a tightly-folded sheet of paper. When activated, it rapidly unfurls, becoming a large paper construct in the shape of a winged horse. A relic of a skilled Russian mage left in the hands of Rider's bloodline, Paper Horse is capable of carrying Rider and any passenger of her choosing despite its construction. It can move at speeds of up to 350km per hour, allowing it to easily cross large expanses of land and transport Rider to any particular location she desires. Not only serving as transport, Paper Horse may also be utilized as a powerful weapon. Its wings are razor sharp, and its high speed allows it to be utilized as an enormous projectile. despite being made out of paper, even stone and reinforced steel can be cut apart effortlessly by Paper Horse's passing. It is fundamentally a Noble Phantasm capable of assaulting an entire army, and wounds inflicted by its sharpened wings are difficult to repair. Despite its power, Paper Horse possesses a weakness to water. When wet, it will no longer be able to fly or hold its form. Weighed down by the moisture, it will crash and be virtually useless until it has dried. While Paper Horse provided Rider with an enormous advantage against Alyosha Popovich, the divine rain that answered the legendary bogatyr's prayers soaked its wings and forced her to fight on-foot.
Blazing Infernal Serpents
Flame Snake Whip
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1-3
Maximum Number of Targets: 3 People
Rider once accepted a mission, on a whim, to rid a noble's property of a monster. On discovering the flaming serpents that had killed one of his servants, she instead took them as a sort of pet and weapon, despite the noble's pleas to destroy them. A trio of fiery red serpents, whose bodies are coated in burning venom that eats away at everything they touch. Immune to their venom due to her nature as a half-dragon, Rider utilizes the serpents as living whips, snapping their heads towards her targets. The venom that coats their bodies is painful even when touching the skin, but a bite can cause a debilitating degradation of physical status and intense agony capable of crippling targets without sufficient endurance or immunity to poisons. Perhaps the serpents are some form of lesser descendent of the hydra. While the serpents are dangerous, they can be destroyed quite easily and possess little in the way of defenses or self-recovery, making them best used for hit and run attacks as opposed to prolonged combat. In battle, Rider would utilize the serpents to weaken and distract her foes before assaulting them directly in order to make the killing blow.
Cursed Abominable Ancestry
Krov Drakona
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-60
Maximum Number of Targets: 500 People
Rider's very own blood, containing the essence of one of the dragon kind. An artificial half-breed with unnatural ancestry forced upon her while she was in the womb by the efforts of her father, Rider can utilize this blood to manifest the form of the creature it once belonged to. Encasing her body in the shape of a great beast, a true dragon, Rider assaults the battlefield with crushing blows from her constructed ancestor's claws and the flames that issue forth from its tremendous jaws. A monstrous Noble Phantasm that temporarily allows Rider to become something close to the highest grade of phantasmal beast. However, despite its power, Krov Drakona does not truly conjure the form of a dragon. Instead, it is merely a construction. It is instead comparable to an enormous suit of armor that is worn by Rider, her body at its center, located close to where the heart of a real dragon would be and visible through its translucent, luminescent form. While striking her directly is difficult in this state, she is highly vulnerable and would struggle to defend herself without cancelling Krov Drakona's activation. Additionally, maintaining the constructed dragon consumes magical energy at a high rate, making it a costly Noble Phantasm. Invoking her draconic blood served as a trump card for Rider in life, but Alyosha Popovich's quick thinking and trickery allowed him to overcome this powerful state and land a lethal blow.
Lore: The antagonist of one of the most famous byliny to feature the bogatyr Alyosha Popovich. A certain noble feared the degradation of his line, and desired to ensure his heir would be strong, healthy, and a powerful warrior. This desire blossomed into an obsession, and he made dark dealings and delved into all kinds of esoteric research in order to guarantee that his bloodline would continue to succeed.
Indeed, infusing the blood of a true dragon into his heir while the baby was still in the wife's womb would surely create both a powerful warrior and a capable heir to carry on his legacy. This was the thought that dominated his mind, and he rejected his wife's concerns in order to carry out the process of forging what he believed would be an ideal child. Perhaps miraculously, due to the lack of experience involved in this endeavor, the baby was born alive and well. While she was female, he would have even accepted that and raised her as a son if it meant his bloodline was carried on by a mighty warrior.
The attempt to infuse the unborn child with the blood of a dragon had succeeded, but imperfectly. Rather then a human with the capabilities of a dragon---
The child bore scales encrusting one side of her body. A tail. A horn protruding from her forehead. Her eyes were inhuman, and as she developed, her teeth emerged as sharp points. His efforts had created something that was neither human nor dragon.
Despairing, half-mad from his failure and refusing to accept his role in the creation of his half-breed child, the noble chose to lock her away. He deemed her unsuitable as an heir due to her inhuman and monstrous appearance, and instead concluded that she was only capable of existing as a weapon.
Thus, from a young age, the child knew violence. To her mother's horror, she was used to kill her father's enemies. Trained to hold a sword not to carry on his legacy, but instead remove those he viewed as threats to it.
Perhaps because of this callous use of his child as a weapon, further efforts to produce another heir ended in failure. This caused the noble's anger to grow, and as it grew, the resentment towards his wife and child did as well. A wife who had been unable to produce a proper heir, and now despite having a "second chance" still hadn't given him another child. A daughter who could only exist as a weapon.
A foolish and petty man, who could not understand that his increasingly harsh behavior towards his child would lead to his death.
Her existence was empty. She was a blade, an abomination that didn't deserve to exist and could only be used to kill. This was ground into her mind again and again by her father, by the men who had trained her. She was nothing but a tool. Nothing but a killer.
And yet---
Her mother had told her to live happily, rather then wallow in blood. To do what she desired, instead of live on without living, without desire.
But to do that, she had decided she had only one choice.
She killed her father in his sleep. Unwilling to face her mother afterwards, she broke into his armory and stole weaponry, including a mystic code that had once been entrusted to her bloodline. A moving paper horse she could use to put her father's castle far behind her.
And so she did.
She would pursue her happiness and her desires. Even at the cost of others.
The girl grew older. Her training in the art of killing drew attention. While she hated being used as nothing but a weapon, the girl found she didn't mind killing. Fighting as a mercenary and warrior soon became her profession. Her great strength and inhuman abilities earned her plenty of money, but it was clear from the very start that her existence made those around her uneasy.
But it was fine.
As long as she could do what she enjoyed---
She'd eat her fill. Enjoy delicious food, the finest the bloodstained spoils could buy. She'd surround herself with luxurious women, the sort that stoked her lust. She would do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
This was pursuing happiness, wasn't it?
This was what her mother must have wanted her to do.
And yet, something inside her still felt unfulfilled.
By now, she had earned a name, having discarded the one she was given on birth.
Tugarin Zmeyevich. The child of a dragon. Her violence, her gluttony, her greed, her lust, it wasn't merely her appearance but the things she did in service of her desires that had earned her this name. But for the girl it was fine. As long as she did want she desired, it didn't matter. This strange unfulfillment deep inside meant that she simply had to earn more, to fill it with as much sex and gluttony as she possibly could. Her reputation as a monstrous combatant of monstrous desire only grew. She was feared, and yet her carefree and energetic attitude still managed to earn her frequent lovers.
Tugarin eventually drew the attention of Prince Vladimir I Sviatoslavich. While her behavior was distasteful to many, her great skill and numerous feats of combat made her desirable as a warrior. She became a bogatyr, eagerly accepting her new position and believing it was a path towards even more of what she desired. Greater happiness that could surely be attained with the resources granted to one directly in service of royalty. Tugarin cared little for what she had to do. Only that it let her eat her fill.
Despite the distaste of others in the Prince's service, she frequently proved herself in battle, and so was given what she wished for. Food, women, anything to fulfill her rampant desires. Perhaps she was still being used as a weapon. But this let her gain further happiness, so wasn't that alright?
---And yet.
This empty hole inside of her still lingered. It was something Tugarin couldn't understand.
How hadn't she filled it, yet?
One day, after a feast, Tugarin sat alone. She was frustrated with it. With this feeling that had persisted no matter how many of her desires she fulfilled. Her hands clenched into fists, wringing at her clothing.
It was that day that she first spoke directly to the wife of the Prince, Apraxia. Tugarin had seen her before, a stunningly beautiful and quiet young woman who remained by her husband's side and almost never spoke to anyone. And yet, for some reason, it was now that she chose to speak to the most violent, cruel, and gluttonous of the warriors in the service of the Prince. It was something that Tugarin didn't understand.
It was hard to deny the lustful thoughts that echoed in her mind at the sight of the beautiful young woman, her delicate body within reach. And yet, instead, they talked.
As they talked, Tugarin realized that the Princess desired to understand her. No-one had ever done so. Not even her mother, who merely wished for her to be happy.
The spoke more. Daily.
They grew closer.
Princess Apraxia did not resent her husband, but their marriage was driven by politics. Her closeness to the half-dragon bogatyr eventually became one that went beyond words alone.
The emptiness hole started to feel a little smaller.
But it wouldn't last.
One day, during a banquet, Tugarin met the bogatyr Alyosha Popovich. They immediately disliked one another, and Tugarin's manners had never become any better. Her cruel nature further infuriated the legendary bogatyr. Soon, the dislike bubbled over into hatred, and the date for a duel was set between them.
It was this duel that ended Tugarin's life. Water soaked her horse's paper wings, and her body was pierced, her head cut from her neck.
In the moments before she died, Tugarin realized that the hole inside of her was loneliness.
Only one person would mourn the wicked half-dragon bogatyr, who abused others and did nothing but recklessly fulfill her desires. She was undeniably a villain.
And yet...
Personality: Fundamentally a hedonist who will seek to fulfill her personal desires above all else. Tugarin wants to do what makes her happy, and what makes her happy is doing what she wants, whenever she wants to do it. Food, alcohol, beautiful women, and plentiful opportunities to sleep are what pleases the wicked bogatyr most. However, she also enjoys a good fight. She has no interest in anything like being polite, and will be rude and abrasive to virtually everyone around her. Combined with her short temper, it would be accurate to describe Tugarin as a rather difficult Servant to deal with.
Prone to letting her desires guide her, this is reflected even in her approach to fighting. Having fought for most of her life, and taken lives from young age, Tugarin seeks satisfaction by utterly crushing her foes and humiliating them. She is prone to mocking her enemies and treating them cruelly. It would be a mistake to believe she cares for honor despite preferring straightforward combat, as instead she simply thinks it's more fun to directly test her strength against others rather then worry about any sort of tricks. She is deeply confident in her looks and her abilities in combat.
In Tugarin's opinion, the best Master is one who allows her to do whatever she wants and doesn't try and get in her way. She will only become more difficult to deal with the more her Master attempts to reign in her hedonism and selfishness. It's possible that she would even choose to kill a Master who obstructs her too much, despite the fact that it would almost certainly end her part in the Holy Grail War.
Despite all of this selfish, greedy, lazy behavior, Tugarin is a fundamentally lonely person. She is cruel and violent, but simultaneously desires to be understood. Neither human nor dragon, in life she never fit in anywhere or with anyone. Despite that, a certain person still tried to reach out to her, connect to her, and fill that empty space.
Given this emptiness, it is of little surprise that Tugarin's wish is to fill the world with others like her. Those who are imperfect mergers of human and dragon. Surely, then, it would not just be one person who could understand her, but many.
DialogueSummoned: “Heeeh? So you’re my Master, are you? Hah! Rider, Tugarin Zmeyevich. Let’s get this out of the way. You let me do what I want, when I want, and things will go nice and smoothly. Get in my way, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Understand?”
Level Up 1: “I won’t say no to a feast!”
Level Up 2: “Hahahahaha! Sure, sure, let me get even stronger, Master!”
Level Up 3: “Not like I wasn’t strong to begin with, but this is even better.”
1st Ascension: “You’re really putting the effort in, huh? Now my scales are tougher and I’ve gotten even hungrier. You’re gonna feed me even more now, right?”
2nd Ascension: “More, more! Let me enjoy myself even more, Master! Maybe I’ll just keep getting stronger!”
3rd Ascension: “Ahahahahahahaha! A knight, and a dragon! A monster that takes what she wants! Now you’re seeing the true nature of Tugarin Zmeyevich! I’ll crush everything, devour everything, claim every beautiful maiden for my own! Thanks, Master! This rampage is for you!”
4th Ascension: “I’m a dragon, and a human. I’m neither a dragon, nor a human. So, this is all I’ve got. Crushing my enemies, eating my fill, bedding any maiden that takes my fancy, and enjoying myself to the fullest every single day. So, why should I stop? I’m gonna keep indulging as long as I exist.”
Battle Start 1: “Ready to be torn to pieces?”
Battle Start 2: “I’ll take their heads as trophies.”
Battle Start 3: “It’s time for a rampage!”
Battle Start 4: “Hahahahaha! This is gonna be fun, Master! Just watch!”
Skill 1: “Get ready, Paper Horse!”
Skill 2: “Graaaaaaaaaagh!”
Skill 3: “Burning flames, wash over me.”
Skill 4: “My blood’s boiling!”
Skill 5: “I’ll crush them flat!”
Skill 6: “Hah, they don’t stand a chance.”
Attack Selected 1: “If I feel like it.”
Attack Selected 2: “Hmph.”
Attack Selected 3: “Sure, I’ll crush ‘em!”
Noble Phantasm Selected 1: “Looks like your luck has run out!”
Noble Phantasm Selected 2: “Alright. Gimme enough mana, and I’ll finish things nice and quick.”
Noble Phantasm Selected 3: “This battlefield’s gonna be coated in their blood!”
Noble Phantasm Selected 4: “Get ready to watch some devastation, Master!”
Attack 1: “Haah!”
Attack 2: “Burn to ash!”
Attack 3: “Get the hell outta my way!”
Attack 4: “Weak!”
Attack 5: “Not even a snack!”
Attack 6: “Don’t waste my time!”
Attack 7: “Hahahahaha!”
Attack 8: “Die!”
Attack 9: “Pathetic!”
Attack 10: “Let’s see you bleed!”
Attack 11: “Gonna cry?!”
Attack 12: “Yah!”
Extra Attack 1: “Paper Horse! We’ll cut them to pieces!”
Extra Attack 2: “Time to take their heads!”
Extra Attack 3: “That’s right, that’s right! Beg for mercy! Ahahahahahahahaha!”
Noble Phantasm 1: “This infernal, inhuman blood that flows through my veins. It carries a monster inside of it, and now you’re gonna witness the full extent of its brutality. Cursed Abominable Ancestry – Krov Drakona!”
Noble Phantasm 2: “You’ve got now idea what’s coming, huh? I’m not gonna make this easy for you. You’re gonna experience some real terror before the end! Cursed Abominable Ancestry - Krov Drakona!”
Noble Phantasm 3: “Aaaaaaagh! I’m tired of this already! Get the hell out of my way and die! Krov Drakona! I better get a nice, big dinner after this---!”
Noble Phantasm 4: “Have you ever faced down a dragon? Doesn’t matter, really, ‘cause this is gonna be your last time. Behold, the approach of your death: Krov Drakona!”
Damage from Noble Phantasm 1: “Y-You bastaaaaaard!”
Damage from Noble Phantasm 2: “Graaaaahhaaaagh!”
Regular Damage 1: “Geh---!”
Regular Damage 2: “Nnngh!”
Defeated 1: “Ah, shit… this is no good… at least I’m not alone…”
Defeated 2: “Damn it…! Come on, can’t I hold out just a little longer?!”
Defeated 3: “Heh… c-can’t take my head this time, can you…?”
Defeated 4: “Losin’ like this… really pisses me off…!”
Battle Finish 1: “They’re all dead. Time to take some trophies!”
Battle Finish 2: “Wohooo! I worked up a real appetite, time for a feast!”
Battle Finish 3: “All done, Master. Now, gimme some food, and some women.”
Battle Finish 4: “Dumbasses, you never should’ve picked a fight with Tugarin Zmeyevich!”
Bond 1: “When I wanna sleep, you let me sleep. When I wanna to eat, you let me eat. Don’t get in my way and I won’t have to get violent.”
Bond 2(Male Master): “Tch, if you’re gonna keep wasting my time, bring me some food at least. Preferably meat, and lots of it!”
Bond 2(Female Master): “Tch, if you’re gonna keep wasting my time, go ahead and spread your legs for me. You heard me. ---The hell do you mean, it’d cause some problems?”
Bond 3: “Ugh, fine. I guess talking’s not so bad sometimes. Sharing favorite foods, talking about your battles, it’s not like it’s boring. Besides, I’m kinda curious about the sort of Master who’d summon a wicked monster like me!”
Bond 4: “… Sitting down and chatting… It’s kinda nostalgic, I guess. Not so many people ever wanted to hang around and talk to an evil, dragon-blooded bogatyr like me. Men gave me a wide berth, and women knew what I wanted when I laid eyes on them. I guess I can’t complain about this, huh?”
Bond 5(Male Master): “… Shit. Guess I kinda like you, Master, huh? Only one other person ever wanted to talk to me like I was a real person, you know? To everybody else, I was a monster to fear or a weapon to use. I can’t even blame them for that, not like I cared about being anything else. But--- She really got me, you know? So, let’s keep getting to know each other better.”
Bond 5(Female Master): “… Shit. Guess you’re more than just my type, Master. Only one other person ever wanted to talk to me like I was a real person, you know? To everybody else, I was a monster to fear or a weapon to use. I can’t even blame them for that, not like I cared about being anything else. But--- She really got me, you know? You remind me of her… So, let’s keep getting to know each other better.””
Dialogue 1: “Oi. Get me something delicious. I’m hungry.”
Dialogue 2(Male Master): “Hey, Master. I’m gonna be using your bed, so get outta here. Don’t waste my time!”
Dialogue 2(Female Master): “Hey, Master. I’m gonna be using your bed, so unless you wanna entertain me, get outta here. Don’t waste my time!”
Dialogue 3: “Lemme tell you something. Always look out for the weather when you’re in a fight. It can change real fast, and sometimes those changes can screw you over. Believe me, I know!”
Dialogue 4(Elizabeth Bathory): “You don’t even know why you’re like that, huh? We should get to know each other, idol girl. Spend some time together. Attend a concert? Sure, why not! And afterw-wait, what’s that look, Master?”
Dialogue 5(Mary Anning): “You’re into scaly girls, are you? You want to study them? Well, I’m right here. Study all you like.”
Dialogue 6(Siegfried and Sigurd): “Ugh, figures. Those dragonslayer knights? Keep ‘em the hell away from me, or there’s gonna be trouble.”
Dialogue 7(Georgios): “That one’s the most famous of ‘em all! Are you trying to tick me off with all these dragonslayers, Master?! There’s only one person who’d piss me off more!”
Dialogue 8(Kiyohime): “That’s the same scent I picked up from under your bed before, Master. She’s cute. She looks kinda ticked off at me though… Funny, she wasn’t even a dragon until she lost it over some guy, right?”
Dialogue 9(Draco): “Master, I was about to try and chat up this girl, but the sheer pressure she gave off is crazy! Don’t you go telling anybody I backed off though, okay?! … What? What do you mean, she’s a Beast?!”
Dialogue 10(Mordred): “… The dragon parts are all on the inside, but you’re a lot like me, aren’t you? Somebody who got screwed over right from the start and died because of it. Well, guess that’s not the only reason, for both of us.”
Something you Like: “I like good food, beautiful girls, and a good nap. Get in the way of me getting any of those things, and I’m not gonna take it easy on you, got it?”
Something you Hate: “I can’t stand tricky bastards. One moment you’re winning, the next moment you’re about to lose your head. Ah, and the rain, too!”
About the Holy Grail: “The holy grail can grant any wish, from anyone. So, I… I’d wish for more people like me. Do I really need to tell you why, Master?”
During an Event: “Is there a party going on?! Hell yeah! Let’s go, there’s always good food and beautiful maidens at a party! I’m gonna have my fill!”
Birthday: “Your birthday’s the best excuse you’ve got to celebrate! Tell you what, throw a big feast and I’ll bring you anything you want!”
Notes: Originally I was trying to avoid doing a second genderbender in one set of Servants, but I wa having trouble finding a good "traditional" female Rider and eventually gave up. In the story, there's not much about where Tugarin came from, so I felt like I needed to do a lot of explanation and fleshing out of her backstory. She spent quite a while rampaging and causing trouble, usually for money, which built up her reputation. Sometimes she probably got paid just to avoid her causing problems. Given the weird way the character is described, I felt like making her an imperfect human-dragon hybrid made sense, and making the entire horse be made of paper rather then just the wings just felt like a fun idea.
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