Monthly Create-A-Servant Contest

[SpoonyViking]

There, my submission is done!

I mean

You could just write a draft as a word document and then paste it when you're done

that's what I do for literally every sheet I've written

How do you maintain the formatting? Whenever I paste from Word to here it comes out all screwed.

[Spartacus]

Double Enter always fix the issue for me.

[ylas]

Source

Class	Foreigner
Identity	The Little Mermaid
Height/Weight	163cm/??kg
Alignment	Neutral

Parameters

Str	Agi	End	Mana	Lck	NP
D	A	B+	C	D-	C & A-

Skills

Mental Pollution (Mute)
Rank: EX
Having come into contact with an eldritch being, her perception has been permanently altered, rendering her unable to communicate by words and written language, though her understanding seems to be largely intact. In exchange, mental interference is nigh impossible

Innocent Monster (Pain)
Rank: B+
Every step she takes causes her intense pain, as her unnatural limbs perform their duty. Thus she cannot understand the pain of others as she, from her own perspective, is constantly suffering. This grants her resilience similar to Battle Continuation Rank C and boosts her Agility during movement checks.

Blessing of the Primordial Sea
Rank: C
When entering and remaining a natural body of water, she can boost her regeneration of stamina and mana. For a short while her pain also abates and small sounds, like a happy tune, escape her otherwise silent mouth.

Noble Phantasm

Dans Macabre ~ Beauty in Pain
Anti-Personal NP
Rank: C Range: 1-30 Target: 1-20

Otherworldly grace mesmerizes all who see her dance while sharing her pain and suffering aggravated prana drain. To break free from this mental interference, targets have to perform a successful Luck check but then cannot take any hostile actions against her lest they fall under her spell once more.


Herzblut ~ Tale's End
Anti-Personal NP
Rank: A- Range: 0-1 Target:1

At the end of her tale, she was given one choice: saving herself or sparing her love, who had abandoned her. Though she choose to sacrifice herself, this NP represents her other choice. When she strikes a target with this NP, it finds the heart of the target and pierces it without fail as Coinchenn's wretched power directs its path. At the same time she dissolves into toxic sea foam.
'There is no escape from her tale', her creator gleefully explains.

Creator's remarks

A song for this sheet.
I got too negative while interpreting The Little Mermaid's tale for this sheet and forcefully stopped myself from elaborating. At the same time I didn't want to waste it, so...
Anyways, in this version of the tale the Sea Witch is the eldritch being Coinchenn, who grants the mermaids wish albeit in a twisted and perverse way that also breaks her mentality. She probably did not understand, that the prince truly cherished her.

[RoydGolden]

Little Mermaid: Interesting sheet, but the eldritch aspect feels kind of underemphasized, only getting a brief reference in her second NP description. Also, why no Foreigner Class Skills?

[SleepMode]

Lancer of the Mother Sea:
Primal Channels

“Fancy meeting you here -- a bit early than I would’ve liked -- but this would do. Now, this Servant's payment, if you please…
I jest, I jest. But in all seriousness, the journey ahead is more treacherous than the sea.
Are you ready to accept the consequences that follow?”

True Name: Urshanabi, The First Ferryman

Alignment: True Neutral

Place of Origins: Iraq (Epic of Gilgamesh, Enlil and Ninlil)

Parameters:

STR - C
END - B
AGI - C
MAG - A
LUK - D
NP - A

What is "Living?"
Is it eating and mating, to survive? Is it nurturing and caring, to love? Is it defending and killing, to fight?
Is it ailing and aging, to die?

Info

Height/Weight: 160cm/50kg

Likes: Shores, Introspection

Dislikes: Drifting, Loneliness

Talents: "Extreme Rowing"

Natural Enemy: Gilgamesh (Archer), The "Mother-Beast"

Attribute: Earth

Traits: Servant, Humanoid, Male, Brynhildr's Beloved, Demonic

Armament: Oar (he calls it "Enbilulu.")

Catalyst: Fossilized feathers

Skills

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance - D
Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the developed Resistance that merely rejects magical energy, this Skill cancels the spells altogether.

Cancels single-verse spells, its potency on the level of an amulet that rejects magical energy. Similar to a certain death goddess, the perpetual exposure to death had significantly lowered Lancer's resistance. Unlike the goddess, however, Lancer remains indifferent to the underworld's gloom.

"After several centuries, you just kind of... acclimate to it. If anything, the chill is almost comforting."

---

Riding - A
The ability to ride mounts. While this Skill covers all beasts and vehicles, dragons are an exception.

All vehicles and creatures but those of Phantasmal or Divine Beast-ranking can be used as mounts. This rank is high enough to have aptitude in the Rider Class. Although a rare occurrence for this respective Class, Lancer retains this Skill on the virtue of his legend; a duty he carried since the dawn of time, unyielding to the savage tides - - -

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream..."

Personal Skills:

Hundred-Pole Ward - B+
A pseudo-blessing designed to replace the ones destroyed by the King of Heroes. Made from the trees beside the river Hubur, these poles act as powerful wards against all manners of negative powers. Curses, malignant information, even malevolent spirits can be repelled. Summoned along with Lancer, he can launch them as offensive spikes or form up defensive barriers. Should Lancer fight against those corrupted by the Cursed Mud, its effectiveness increases exponentially.

Originally blessed lodestones that warded off Hubur's waters, it was fashioned from the forest beneath mt. Mashu, the peaks where the Cedar Forest reside. With the help of the King of Heroes, they served as punting poles that anchored them onto "reality" amidst the chaotic mud. However, given said King managed to shatter the poles through strength alone, these wards are ineffective against physical attacks of A-rank and above.

Ironic, someone like him requiring protection against the Mother-Beast's remains.

"Hmmm. Doesn't work as well as the real deal."

---

Law of the Preserver - A
A curse inflicted by the immortal survivor Utnapishtim, for merely escorting the King of Heroes into his halls. A curse Lancer bears until the end of Mesopotamia, fated to never touch land. Something Lancer hardly deserved, but accepted it with neither compliance nor indignation -- as he would to many things.

“May the harbor reject you, may the ferry landing reject you! May you who used to walk its shores be denied its shores!”
~Utnapistim

Manifesting as a Skill, Lancer is incapable of coming into contact with anything that is "Of the Shores." Be it humans, beasts, anything born or made on the earth cannot touch Lancer. Should the Servant attempt to walk onto shore, his legs will be suspended from the ground in high-pressure water; even physical damage will be made completely null due to the "armor" of water encompassing his entire body. However, attacks charged by Mana Burst, of magical origins, or from the oceans itself can cut through this Skill.

But if there was one person who can pierce Lancer's defenses, it would be the King of Heroes himself; for it was he who allowed the ferryman to walk the walls and streets of Uruk, in open defiance to his ancestor's decree. Even if it were to admire its foundation, it left a lasting impression upon Lancer.

"Who would have thought a curse can be my greatest blessing? Ah, Utnapishtim must be fuming with rage."

---

Psychopomp - EX
A Skill reserved for those who traveled between the living and unliving, guiding the deceased into the world beyond. Never a true member of life nor death, they are intermediaries who connect the two by duty. In turn, they are immune to the imposition of instant-death, yet unable to renew life -- all manner of healing from outside forces are rendered invalid. Given their duty, the user also possesses the ability to commune with the spirits or to consume them for twice the energy.

The first of his kind, whose duty is to lead souls from the realm of Man into the netherworld. Atop his boat, protected by myriad beasts and constructs, Lancer sails across the Sea of Life. Guiding the deceased into the Great Queen's domain, towards the Seven Gates. Alas, the ferryman was not even allowed to set foot upon the desolate wasteland; thus he remained amidst the waters, between the realms of the living and unliving -- stuck in a proverbial Limbo until the end of the Mesopotamian world.

"Before Seker, before the Valkyries, before even Charon, I was there."

Noble Phantasms

Idim-Buranuna

Churning of the Life-Serpents

Anti-Unit/Support
Rank: A
Range: 1~40
Max Target: 1 Person

"Swim, swim and arise. Drawn from the currents leading to Nippur. The lifeblood flows, invigorating both Land and Man alike... Now, revitalize the will of the World, Idim-Buranuna."

The river of the underworld. Creation and Fertility, the Sea of Life.
Lancer's only home, the river Hubur -- known as the river of the netherworld. In spite of its namesake, the river was also identified with the Euphrates river, the "Primeval River of Fertility and Creation" that flows to the Garden of the Gods. Accounts even include resurrections when certain individuals were pulled out from the river's waters. With Idim-Buranuna being the crystallization of the river itself, the Noble Phantasm bears the weight of a river that nurtured civilization.

By drawing moisture and a bit of mana from his surroundings, Lancer can generate "Healing Water" from his oar. With the exception to Divine Curses, all maladies can be cured upon contact. Other than supporting allies, this can be used offensively by "overloading enemies with life." By imbuing excess healing waters, the target would either develop malignant tumors or self-combust from the excess magical energy. As healing is not an "action that harms," it can bypass any blessings/curses that negates damage. Only Lancer is immune to the negative effects, owing to his existence as Psychopomp.

Aside from its initial uses, Lancer can also manipulate large amounts of water once they are converted. With ancient beliefs associating rivers and the underworld with serpents as well as Lancer's side duty to subdue "Urnu-Snakes," he can form the water into giant translucent serpents. Riding atop their backs, Lancer is capable of covering large distances while directing the "serpents" to attack his opponents. Although good for ranged attacks, they are only projections and are thus hardly a challenge for Servants.

However, be wary; as Idim-Buranuna drains residual magical energy, the Master is at risk of becoming sapped if they are too close.

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Ummu-Hubur

Child, Embrace the Waters of Creation

Anti-Fortress
Rank: A++
Range: ???
Max Targets: ???

"Lurch, lurch and overboard. Listen to the bubbling waters beneath Kur. The churning abyss, lulling as would a mother's embrace - - - Regress back into the Sea of Dawn: Ummu-Hubur."

The river of the underworld. Death and Regression, the Sea of Life.
Idim-Buranuna's darker half, embodying the "River of Death." As it was associated with the source of life, the river also holds a deep connection to the primeval mother Tiamat. "The mother sea Hubur, who fashions all things," as referenced in Enuma Elish, the Mesopotamian tale of creation. As all life eventually returns to chaos, it's not far-stretched to say the river Hubur is Tiamat's lifeblood. The lifeblood which he had also shared.

Invoking its name, Lancer then plunges the oar into his chest. Spilling black ichor onto the earth and air, it is the Beast's child calling out for its mother. Not long after, a large water source nearby will darken into a sludge-like color before unleashing Tiamat from the depths of the Imaginary Realm. Baring her fangs against those who harmed its child, the monster would unleash hordes of weaponry and monsters to overwhelm the opposition. Expanding her ire onto the world, it will return all life onto itself. A world-endangering Noble Phantasm, easily attracting the Counter Force.

...At least, that is how Ummu-Hubur should work. After Childhood's End, the partial materialization of Beast II becomes impossible. What remains is the cursed mud that unmade civilization -- thus lowering its ranking. Instead, torrents of black-red mud spill forth, sweeping and "bringing them back to the Mother's domain." While inanimate materials are immediately broken down to atomic levels, the same can't be said for sentient beings. Most living tissues would be "regressed," but those with a strong will are "modified;" an Amino-Geis that corrupts them into creatures designed to oppose Lancer's opponents: "Alters" centered around the "protection of the last child," a death of personality.

On another note, prolonged exposure to the mud will regress Lancer into his Berserker form Hamar-Tabal. The damage sustained in activating the Noble Phantasm is quite substantial, having the risk of killing Lancer if he isn't careful. Although Lancer remains indifferent to Ummu-Hubur, the reluctant look on his face indicates anything but. Is it the price paid for the Noble Phantasm, the collateral damage involved, or the thought of his monstrous form...?

Demon-Bird of Hubur

Source

"...Please don't run away, I want to protect.
I want to love.
I want to live!"

Lore

The enigmatic ferryman, mankind's first Psychopomp.

Along with the world of mankind, Urshanabi was granted life from the remains of the goddess Tiamat. But as the maternal sea randomly designs life, there were bound to be anomalies. Urshanabi was among the brood, an abomination not savage enough to be a beast, but lacked the form of man. Graced with flight, yet it cannot walk amongst man. Gifted with speech, and yet man backs away from it in fear. Unfit for mankind's world, Urshanabi shied away beneath the walls of the Gods' domain.

At the same time, the Mesopotamian pantheon is faced with a dilemma; the dead souls cannot enter Kur, for it is separated by the chaos-river Hubur. At this rate, the number of wandering spirits will outnumber the living. But upon seeing the monster, the Gods decided to put it to use. Through divine authority, Urshanabi's form was molded into a man's in order to not scare away the souls. In exchange, he was tasked to ferry the dead across the river Hubur and into Kur. It was part one of their jests, making a being starved of life carry the dead. Nevertheless, the newly appointed ferryman dedicated his service in gratitude.

For centuries did Urshanabi ferried countless souls into the Great Below. From men, women, and child, peasants, priests, and kings; the ferryman listened intently to each and every one. Their triumphs, regrets, resentments, and loves. Gathering the lives of thousands, Urshanabi developed an insight on "living;" the accumulative experiences possible through human hands. For all the souls he listened to, however, he can never experience the feeling -- all he can do is to nod and convince himself that "I understand them." There may have been shreds of curiosity, but it was mostly overtaken by duty.

It was until Urshanabi finally met his first living human did he begin to understand "living." During his heyday in warding serpents from his raft, the ferryman came across the haggard form of Gilgamesh. Unlike his former splendor, the King of Uruk was a pitiful sight; his face was seared by the elements, and wearing nothing but rags and pelts of beasts. It was truly an "idiocy exceeding that of humans," tossing away everything in the fear of death. Although demanded by Gilgamesh to sail for Utnapishtim's domain, Urshanabi only accepted due to the emotion behind the King's tears.

Overseeing Gilgamesh, Urshanabi truly understood the lives humanity led.
He learned the weight of bonds, and the damage loss inflicts afterward.
He realized the universal fear of the great unknown, the truth that all must die.
He witnessed the measures one will defy mortality, going as far to walk the depths.
All of this culminated in the acceptance of impermanence, reaching true maturity.

Even if the ferryman was exiled from both worlds, this experience had left him liberated; he witnessed the raw emotions of humanity and their workings in the world, the experiences he gathers became ever the richer. Long after the King's passing, Urshanabi retained this expanded worldview, believing he truly understood "living."

As the Age of Gods deteriorated, so did their authority. Urshanabi watched in horror as he returned to his original form, the shape of an abominable beast. Distraught, it called to the Gods, called to the men and women, to anyone that can hear him for help. Instead, he was met with nothing but cries of fear. Their eyes only beheld a distorted beast, whose voice borderlines on the uncanny. Chased away by humanity, Urshanabi cried as it returned to the Mother-Sea. Drifting on its waters, no man nor soul ever visited the lonely beast. It was then the souls of the dead ceased to flow into Kur.

Thus the abomination faded with the Mesopotamian world, never truly lived a "life."
- - - A truly pointless story, of a creature who ferried those who no longer belonged. Although never "human," Urshanabi was recorded on the Throne for being the first to bear the duty of escorting the dead to their resting place.

Personality

Just from the summoning, the Master will immediately find Urshanabi's behavior to be much too understanding. Traumas and personal burdens are addressed with gravity, while the sincerity to help is evident. While there's a smile on the ferryman's face, it is not of sadism, but of captivation of the subject's confrontation with themselves. Even in midst of a Holy Grail War, Urshanabi will take his second duty in unmaking his Master's regret -- so even should they die, they will only have but a single wish unfulfilled. But it is life, to pass on with even shreds of regret.

After all, one who has escorted souls must be perceptive of their sorrows and regrets.

An "Old Soul" who gained wisdom from the lives of others, Urshanabi has developed a cautious eye on many things. "Never look away after a victory." "Always plan for contingencies." "Never trust sunny days." He took the souls' words to heart, and in turn, is focused on not repeating their fatal mistakes. However, learning from others is vastly different from experience; meaning that no matter how hard Urshanabi remembers them, he will never truly be careful. Should the ferryman learn the hard way, he would most likely marvel at the experience before anything else.

Nearly all of Urshanabi's "genuine" experiences on living is from observing the King of Heroes himself. Unlike the kingly majesty the latter would usually present himself, the ferryman met and followed Gilgamesh as a mortal; a grief-stricken man whose sole obsession was to escape mortality itself. The sorrow, the fear, and the eventual acceptance... "So this must be the struggles and development a human endures," concluded Urshanabi. As such, the ferryman will accept fear and overlook sadness in his Master; but he is expectant that said Master will overcome such hurdles and better themselves as a result.

Even when Kur has disappeared from the world of man, Urshanabi still retains the duties as a guide for the dead. Treating every battle as would a funeral rite, the ferryman would pay respects to the defeated party as he is willing to listen to their regrets and more. Collateral damage is frowned upon, but more so disappointed by these civilians not lived their life to the fullest. That said, Urshanabi will take an interest with opponents that "cheated" death; although said "interest" is more of a drive to right this supposed wrong.

"'Holy Grails,' wells of magical power strong enough to rewrite truths... This Servant has no grand ambitions, Master. For he simply desires a human body -- a genuine, flesh-and-blood vessel. This Servant only wants to live, won't you do the same?"

Extras:

(Although it can be assumed Urshanabi's Saint Graph is his monstrous form Hamar-Tabal, his legend as "The Ferryman of the Dead" allowed him to retain his human guise. Taking advantage of this great fortune, Urshanabi would take great lengths to keep himself presentable. Neatly braided hair, clean clothing, and precaution to damage upon his skin, nothing shall be out of place.)

(As Urshanabi based most of his perception of human behavior from Gilgamesh, the ferryman unintentionally developed a high standard when judging other people. He will be disappointed by meekness and sloth while considering true loyalty and companionship admirable. He will find wishes like "eternal life" or "second life" to be bland but can emphasize with the latter due to similarity to his own goal. The only middle-ground is regarding the Gods, as his human guise is created by them, but also understands overreliance on them can be dangerous.
However, Urshanabi finds the term "mongrel" pretentious.)

("Love" is a fascinating thing for Urshanabi. He learned of eros, ludus, storge, mania and so on, as he gleaned from the countless souls in his duty. To abandon one's reason for the affection of another, this is truly another aspect of life. Should his Master or allies "hold a torch" for another, Urshanabi will remain loyal solely to see how it will play out. Patterns do exist, yes, but each coupling has their own twist in the tale.
"What is 'Shipping,' Master?")

Craft Essence/Relationships

Observations from the Rift

Death has become far too warped since my passing.
It is no different from "sin," the act of dying itself no better than a crippling illness.
In reality, it is a matter of principle, neither good nor evil.

Inevitably, to live is to see the colors fade, losing the spark that is "life" as we grow older.
And when that spark fades, one would realize it is time to move on, because they have done their duty.
Their bodies reduced to dust, their soul trapped for eternity, lacking any legacies to bear their name.
As if their existences were meaningless.

But I challenge this "meaninglessness."

As with all children, they are legacies of their parents.
The spark reignited, the mantle of life passed on to the next generation.
Even if the parents are to die and fade away, their children's existence is proof - - -
The proof that they once walked the earth.

So long as these children live on, no one is truly forgotten.
This is Humanity's survival, the passing of legacies. Of life. Of love.
Through transience, do we learn to truly live.

---

Relations:

Nitocris: "The chill of the dead... What a comforting presence. A pleasure to meet another ward of the underworld- ah? What is with that look on your face? ...Oh, are you suppressing your 'ire?'"

Urshanabi initially assumes the Pharaoh was of a similar ilk, but the sullen look on her face speaks otherwise. It is a role thrust upon her by the perception of others, not even included in any ancient legends. It is possible to console her regarding her siblings, Urshanabi chose not to for two reasons. The former being potentially drawing the Pharaoh's anger, and the second was simply believing working this out by herself is the most optimal choice. For the time being, he'll happily observe her.

---

King Hassan: "The wanderer in the Valley... So you were that presence I've felt. The aura permeating off that blade, truly a fearsome presence!"

A person who became death, a reaper of assassins. For that, the Assassin exudes an air of dread only Urshanabi becomes keen to. Such a presence is so overwhelming, even the ferryman admits himself to be intimidated. The passive feeling of fear aside, the Lancer holds the first Hassan in high regard; for there is no killing more honorable to eliminate corruption. Especially in the nature of the Old Man of the Mountain, it is a necessity.

On the other hand, the Hassan sees the original ferryman's sincerity and accepting attitude as great virtues in his work. With Urshanabi guiding the dead to their rightful places, these souls will never wander the earth.

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Ereshkigal: "No need to address yourself, Great Queen of Kur, it is an honor to see you for the first time. Judging from your nature, I am certain the souls I ferried have been treated well."

A fellow being trapped in her own realm. Throughout his days as the ferryman, Urshanabi never met Ereshkigal in person. Now upon scrutiny, Urshanabi has great faith in the goddess. Her diligent and caring nature, even for the souls of beings that "doesn't interest her" has earned the ferryman's respect, for those who "lived" a full life deserves this much. That said, this incarnation of Ereshkigal had her personality altered due to her vessel, so the ferryman isn't entirely correct in his assessment.

On the other hand, he finds Ishtar to be grating; coming from someone who hears Gilgamesh and Ereshkigal's opinions of her, this is to be expected.

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Beast II: "So it was you who finally laid her to rest, Master. ...This Servant must thank you for this, for Mothe-no, the Beast no longer threaten this world of life."

The primeval mother, the womb that birthed Urshanabi into this world. Perhaps a byproduct of his creation, the ferryman holds some sort of child-like affection towards the goddess. But even with the love, he acknowledges the damage Tiamat will bring. For this, Lancer would be grateful of his Master's accomplishment -- for now, mankind can live without the fear of regression.

"Such love cannot promote change, maturity, or evolution. Without these, the world will spiral into itself."

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Gilgamesh (Caster): "(chuckle) ...He has come a long way from our first encounter. It was truly a pleasure seeing him again."

Holds nothing but admiration for the Wise King of Uruk. The Caster is the matured King, who finally overcame the fear of death and grew into an ideal ruler. This is all the more precious for the ferryman, as he personally witnessed this transformation. However, given the Lancer had personally witnessed Gilgamesh at his lowest, he has to choose his words carefully; any mentioning of "that moment" would likely result in the discharge of countless magical staves.

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Alter Servants: "O-oh no, they swam in the Hubur, didn't they? By the Gods, they should've died! ...What, the King did that too!? I specifically told him not to touch the surface..." (Fade)

No one actually told Urshanabi that it wasn't the river. That aside, the Lancer does seem to be lifeguard material.

---

And thus, I earned the ire of Daneel

May or may not have rushed it.

[King of Padoru]

Woah, this is awesome. Great job! If you allow me a correction, you spelled Amino-Geis wrong.

[Wizard]

"Ay don't think o’ myself as mucha Heroic Spirit, but ay’ll help anyhow. Name’s Mark Twain, class Alter Ego. Don't look like much, but I gots some tricks, so don't underestimate me now, Master."


Alter Ego of St. Petersburg

True Name: Mark Twain
Alternative Class: Rider, Caster
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Source: Historical Fact
Origins: 19th Century American Midwest


Parameters
Strength: E
Endurance: C
Agility: D
Mana: D
Luck: Varies
Noble Phantasm: A


Height: 165 cm
Weight: 62 kg
Likes: Trips on the river, adventures, telling stories, poking fun at people, picnics and other gatherings with food
Dislikes: Tight collars, rainy days
Attribute: Human
Catalyst: The original manuscript of Tom Sawyer
Armament: Fist

Lore

Lore
Sometimes, the fake can become even greater than the original. The name Mark Twain is famous, associated with classic literature such as The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, The Prince and the Pauper, and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Known for his satirical analysis, Twain became a household name with his works keeping relevance and popularity long after his death.


However, Mark Twain did not write those books as he does not exist. The true author is Samuel Langhorne Clemens, yet that name is not as well remembered as the pseudonym he went by, the name associated with humor and satire. The creation has surpassed the creator. Mark Twain has laid claim to everything Clemens had and left him behind in obscurity. As such, the Servant form of the famous author is the same, taking from all the stories Clemens wrote and making them apart of himself to become strong enough to fulfill their shared dream.

Class Skills

Class Skills
Riding: C
A skill that indicates the Servant’s ability to control mounts and/or vehicles. However, due to the nature of his legend, Twain can only apply this skill to boats, though what can be considered a boat is rather broad as all it is required to do is float. Twain acquired this skill directly from Clemens himself, taking his experiences on the Mississippi as a river pilot apprentice. Normally the skill would be limited to actual boats, but Twain was able to fudge the definition of a boat, taking it beyond the mediocre level it would have been at.


Independent Action: B
A skill that allows the Servant to act independently without a Master and maintain themselves without a steady supply of mana for extended periods of time. Taken from the character of Jim from Huckleberry Finn, Twain is able to resist the need and command of anyone who would call themselves his master, especially if he feels unfairly treated or used. An equal partnership is more in line with his preferences. He fears that taking on Jim’s skill has caused his dialect to devolve to match the character.

Personal Skills

Personal Skills
Glib and Gab: A
A skill based on Twain’s ability to deceive others with words, undoubtedly taken from Tom Sawyer, a character known for his tall tales. Twain can use this skill to manipulate others into doing what he wants or convincing them of an alternative truth. While he can come up with rather ridiculous lies, they have to be within reason to be legitimately convincing, otherwise they will be easier to see through. Lies containing parts of the truth are the best. To aid in his ability to lie, Twain can manipulate his own voice for a better accent or dialect or even directly copy someone else. Being such a good liar also makes Twain very good at see through lies himself.


Prince or Pauper: B
Taking from the story of a similar name, this skill causes Twain’s luck to randomly fluctuate from good to bad. A constantly active skill, there is very little Twain can do to predict how his luck will turn out. The results can vary wildly on the side of good from finding a coin on the street to the enemy’s Master somehow tripping into their Servant’s Noble Phantasm and killing themself and the Servant. Bad is equally as varied from an untied shoelace to dying from an attack with a low instant death rate. While it can backfire, Twain likes to think that it makes the War more interesting if not a bit funnier.

Noble Phantasm

Noble Phantasm

Collector of Tales Tall and Small
Amalgam Publishing Company
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

“Stay for a bit, let me hear what ya got. Everybody got some story to tell. If ya ain't gonna use it, I’ll take it off ya hands and make something wonderful. Sit back and watch me! Amalgam Publishing Company, open for business!”


The Noble Phantasm that allows Twain to take his skills from the characters, born from the trait of the actual author, his creator, Samuel Langhorne Clemens, who often took traits and stories from people and combined them together to create his own original characters and stories. Even the pseudonym he chose was taken from an old ship captain Clemens worked under as a teenager. Mark Twain was born to take on the stories of others and he continues to do so as a Servant. Amalgam Publishing Company (APC) allows Twain to ‘collect’ up to three skills from other Servants, be it their Eye for Art or Battle Continuation. The ranking of the skill goes down by at least one once it is taken, but he can continue to use it until he reaches a limit of three and replaces it with another. This ability makes Twain most dangerous when he fights opponents with incredibly strong skills, using their strength as his own.

On That River Where I Was Born
Sweet Home Mississippi
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Advantage
Range: 1~10 people

“Ain’t no place like home. That river where people dream o’ better places and brighter days. To freedom, to happiness, to a world better’n this one. That's where I go. To my Sweet Home Mississippi.”


A Reality Marble of the Mississippi River as Twain portrayed it; a place beyond the hypocrisy and chaos of society, a place where everyone was truly equal and real happiness could exist, most clearly seen in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
The concept of equality is enforced on all residents of the Marble, locking away their skills and reducing their parameter to match the person with the lowest rankings, typically Twain himself. Though it is meant as a place for peace, Twain can use this to level the playing field with a strong opponent and take them out on his own turf, though he would just as soon if not sooner use it to talk to them as he would fight. Those drawn into this fake world will find themself on a wooden raft floating down the river at an eternal dusk, surrounded on all sides by water and dark pines. Twain has no control over the environment of the river and is equally as neutered as his opponent.

Personality

Personality
A clever young man with a sharp tongue and a sense of humor ranging from devilishly clever to childishly vulgar. The classic happy go lucky farm boy with a heart of gold. However, there are glimpses of someone else inside Twain, times when he seems older than he looks. He has a weakness for young girls, becoming very protective and even fatherly towards them, perhaps stemming for his creator’s love for his own daughters. Sometimes, when that smile of his begins to droop, he takes up smoking to calm his nerves. Twain isn't much of a fighter, despising senseless violence when everything could be so easily settled with words. But he will fight, because he has a dream he wishes to fulfill. For everyone to be free. An idealistic unrealistic dream. Something unexpected from the creation of such a seemingly cynical man that judged the humanity and its flaws without restraint. Yet he desires it more than anything so that everyone can be happy, so they can all find their own river. He hopes his Master will be someone kindhearted and tends not work well with arrogant people with eyes on gaining power.

Interactions

Interactions
Arthur/Artoria: “Kinda strange seein’ ya now. Hey, can ya knight me? Come on! If ya don't, ay’ll steal the sun! What, not workin’ this time?”
EMIYA (Archer): “‘A hero for justice?’ Ay like the sound o’ that. Keep on then.”
Jack the Ripper: “What the sweet sugar pies are you wearin’, darlin’? C’mere and put somethin’ on for ya catch a death o’ cold.”
Andersen: “Sorry, but ay ain’t much a writer myself. But hey, listen, yer ever heard the tale o’ The Cat and the Golden Cow? Ey, where ya goin?'"

Edit: Since it won't let me upload the image (probably cause I'm on a phone) here's a link: https://goo.gl/images/JjPW27. Provided by King of Padoru.

[Daneel Rush]

So, this contest. First, I half-made like half a dozen preliminary ideas that ended up quickly discarded. Those led up to a Servant that made me so happy that, when I was done with her, I realize I didn't want to put her here. I want to write that Servant's story one day, with all its action and humor and drama, and the eternal questions of the meanings of life and love and I'm rambling by now so I'll stop.

In any case, you get instead Summer Chīyóu.

Basic Servant Profile

Chīyóu (Summer)

Faceclaim (NSFW)

Class: Shielder

Source: Chinese mythology and legalism
Region: China
Alignment: Chaotic Lazy (truly Chaotic Neutral)
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 158 cm*, 48 kg
Attribute: Sky
* The horns add an additional 10 cm to her height.

STR C
END A++
AGI B
MGI B
LUK A
NP B

A false Servant built on a lie and a false pretension.
The result of looking down on oneself.
No matter how you look at it, this Servant is a sad failure.
Do not turn your back on your pride, God of War.

Skills & Noble Phantasm

Class Skills

Magic Resistance – A
Grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the developed Resistance that merely rejects magical energy, this Skill cancels the spells altogether. At this rank, spells of A-Rank or below are cancelled, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a “Magus Killer”.

In her current form, Chīyóu is a little closer to her original divine nature, so she loses the anti-divine resistance boons of her rebellious Saber version.


Loafing at the Shores of Xièxiàn – A
In ancient times, the region of Xièxiàn was renowned for its salt production, coming from its famous red salt lakes. Legend states that the color of the salt lakes’ water comes from Chīyóu’s blood, for it was by their shores that the original Chinese rebel was finally caught and quartered. There is another episode in which apparently Chīyóu’s spirit was haunting the place, so the spirit of Guan Yu was summoned to exorcise her.

Of course, by now we already know that chopping Chīyóu in pieces was not enough to stop her from wreaking havoc. This Skill acts as Shielder’s variation of Battle Continuation, partially combined with Self-Field Defense. It represents the significance of this location to Chīyóu, as a form of spiritual attachment to bodies of water. It normally grants a moderate bonus to her defensive values and the equivalent of Battle Continuation rank B. When fighting at the waterside, the defense bonus increases, and Battle Continuation gets a rank-up.


Personal Skills

Divinity – A++
The measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. It also has an effect which reduces special defensive values called “purge defense” in proportion to the Divinity's Rank. It can break through Skills such as Protection of the Faith and Enlightenment of the Sacred Fig.

Before she was the original Chinese God of War, or the Harbinger of Disorder, she was known as a tyrant with the knowledge of astrology and the ancient divine words for calling upon the weather. By stepping away from her Origin and her self-modification into a living forge, and emphasizing her aspect as a divinity of the weather, she has boosted her Saint Graph’s Divine Spirit attitude a step further.


God Force (Lazy) – A
The pinnacle Skill of the sovereign over all armaments. However, Chīyóu is taking it easy, so that overpowered Skill has been brought down a peg. Or rather, it has been specialized to allow Chīyóu to skillfully manipulate her choice weapons in this form while exerting as little physical effort as possible. Whether she is leisurely sipping piña colada on a recliner, or combating threats to her holiday while leisurely sipping piña colada on a recliner, her war fans float and move in the air at the direction of an invisible force. They may gently blow the cool sea breeze on Shielder’s body or blow away her enemies with high-powered blasts of wind.

Even if she’s being seriously lazy, this Skill keeps a high rank. After all, even a Chīyóu that’s not really trying is a top-class Servant. It’s not like she has lost her ancient knowledge and innate understanding of all armaments just because she’s on a holiday. Her actual prowess has not declined, it’s just that in this form she uses only a single weapon.


Summer Breaker! – E
A downgraded version of Goddess Metamorphosis. A hilarious buffet of pitifully minor buffs. On the other hand, Chīyóu’s Adamant Body is quite sturdy, so she does not suffer demerits from pushing her Divinity a bit further than usual.

As a divine being with power over winds and rains, she has the potential to easily wreck anybody’s summer. Of course, the fact remains that she wants to enjoy summer as much as anybody else, so that potential remains just that.


Waterproof Adamant Body – A
Chīyóu has reforged herself for the holidays, tweaking her divine design so that she can outlast everything, even the summer itself. She has lost the usual boosts to STR, AGI and MGI to pump her END with a whooping double-plus-correction in areas with strong sunlight or when near bodies of water. Effectively, Chīyóu has made herself waterproof at a conceptual level. Water can’t hurt her, and that includes spells and Noble Phantasms that use water as a means of attack.

Chīyóu once occupied the territory of the tribe of Gong Gong (共工) who were led by the Red Emperor. Gong Gong thereupon threatened to attack Chīyóu by force of water, but Chīyóu won the ensuing battle. Chīyóu also holds sovereignty over water through her association with fog and with the divine spirit Yŭ Shī.


Noble Phantasm

Fēngbó Hé Yŭ Shī

Tyranny of Winds, Rains, Floods and Metal

Rank: B++
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-99
Maximum Targets: 500 people

Spoiler:

A pair of ornate war fans, forged with thin, flexible sheets of metal. These are not Japanese tessen, but closer to the Banana Palm Fan described in “Journey to the West”. Chīyóu has named them after her spirit companions at Zhuolu, the God of Winds Fēngbó and the Lord of Rains Yŭ Shī.

In their latent, unreleased form, a swipe of Fēngbó creates a blast of pressurized air, while Yŭ Shī can conjure pressurized water, or flying water needles. Combined, they can fill the battlefield with fog, rain, and hail, and even conjure lightning. Together, they are large enough to cover Chīyóu’s entire body like a tower shield, and they are sturdy enough to act as top-class defensive implements. Both fans possess sharp edges, and can be used for terrible slashing attacks. While Chīyóu in her current form prefers to manipulate them remotely using her Skill, God Force (Lazy), she can of course wield them using her many hands, and physical attacks with these fans have an innate rank-up bonus to STR.

When Chīyóu invokes their true name and swipes them together, she conjures a gigantic flood, as if she had redirected an entire river into the battlefield. This can be used offensively, of course, but it is intended to be used as an obstacle separating Chīyóu and her allies from the enemy side. Of course, a body of running water makes a poor obstacle against most enemies. However, those who touch the liquid or even pass over it find themselves skewered by countless blades that surge out of the rushing waters.

This technique is based on the tale of the waters flowing from the sacred mountains being rich in minerals, which Chīyóu claimed and turned into countless armaments. The weapons are particularly effective against creatures with the “Man” or “Earth” traits, but lose their edge against those with the “Star” attribute.

Character Materials

First Pronoun: Maro (麻呂).
Second Pronoun: Sonata (其方).
Third Pronoun: Aitsu/Anoyatsu/** (She never uses honorifics when calling people by name)


Personality
A hard-worker trying to take it easy for a change. She has sealed her pinnacle Noble Phantasm, denying herself the ability to craft armaments at will. She is not seeking excitement, choosing instead to settle down and trying to find peace in relaxation, apathy and sloth. She enjoys flavorful cocktails, sleeps like a cat, basks in the sun or just floats like a log on the sea.

In other words, Chīyóu is trying to be something she is not. In trying to stifle her usual exuberance, because that did not help her get along with the other Servants, she went off the deep end and reached the furthest, opposite end of the spectrum. After all, things like moderation and finding the middle ground are not her forte.

As her stronger Saber version, she is too driven by her Origin. No matter where she goes or what she does, she ends up relying on her signature ability to create Noble-Phantasm-like armaments at will, to a degree that it makes her look like she is trying to show off and make the other Servants look handicapped in comparison. After all, if you are a legendary hero, it is not comfortable to see somebody else outdoing you at the things that made you a legend. Saber is not willing to compromise on this, or even capable of it: she can’t just stop being the original weapon master, and the origin of all weapon techniques. Therefore, other Servants can’t escape the feeling they are being condescended to, and the cycle continues.

As Shielder, she acts like she’s given up on getting along with others, and spends her days placidly while projecting her “I’m so lazy” aura. However, she is unmistakably Chīyóu, and she still wants to get along with others, so the real purpose of this transformation is to make herself look “approachable”. Of course, if the case before was “she’s trying so hard to show off!”, now she looks more like “she’s showing off she’s a Top Servant without even trying!”

Of course, you might ask “since when does she care so much about other people’s opinion?”

The answer is simple: Chīyóu is a simple, outgoing person who just wants to have fun. It’s hard for a person like Chīyóu to have fun when nobody likes her or is even willing to talk to her.

Really, she’s a Divine Construct and a God of War, awakened to her Origin of “Armaments”. Expecting her to know how to properly interact with people is asking for too much. It will not be easy for her to understand that her so-called “problem” does not really exist. Because she is attracted to weapon-wielders, she keeps running into the same issue. If she just turned her gaze towards those who do not have pride in their skills with weapons, her outgoing, positive attitude would easily help her build strong friendships.


Attitude towards the Master
She gets along well enough with her Master; after all, if she responded to the summoning, the summoner was already a person worthy of her trust. On the other hand, she does not expect anything from the Master, and expects the Master won’t demand anything from her. She’s in lazy mode, after all. The thing is, and it bears to be repeated: this is Chīyóu. Even if she’s trying to be as lazy as a cat, and she acts without input or even contact with her Master, she’ll still get things done somehow. That’s what it means to be the best of the best.


Dialogue Examples

• “Servant Saber—I mean, Shielder, Chīyóu. This is me in low-power mode, Master, so don’t expect me to do any work.”
• “Wha-wha—what do you mean ‘I look the same’!? They’re blue now, water blue! My organometallic parts! And look at my hair! Ponytail!”
• “Caster or even Archer would have been a suitable class, but I didn’t want to infringe in the territory of the other mes.”
• “Fighting is a hassle. Can’t I just confound them in fog or something?”
• “Haa, so it’s a fight after all. Fine, fine, fly away, fly away, whoosh…”
• “What’re you doing here, Master? Don’t you have things to do? If you spend any time with me, you’ll get infected with lazy…hmm? You’re tired and don’t want to work anymore today? Ah, then you came to the right place. Come ‘ere, we can fit together in the hammock just fine.”

Historical Image and Character
As it has been exposed in detail somewhere else, Chīyóu is the original Chinese God of War and Weather, worshipped by emperors and commoners alike. A Divine Construct devised by the primordial Chinese deities as an anti-Velber measure—an artificial Holy Sword wielder. Being made in imitation of humanity, she gained the ability to question the purpose of her existence and chose to seize control of her fate.

Her innovative knowledge of tools of combat and methods of killing attracted a throng of followers that grew into a whole culture of warmongering metalworkers. She loved them, even if they were little more than rampaging beasts, so she naturally came into conflict with the other local rulers, the Yellow and Flame Emperors, and defeated them in nine separate wars involving nine times nine personal battles, minus one. Chīyóu was finally defeated in the eighty-first battle, the legendary Battle of Zhuolu, which is claimed to mark the beginning of Chinese civilization, as it marked the unification of the victorious tribes under the Yellow Emperor’s rule and the establishment of imperial mandate and imperial laws.

Even if she has retuned her Saint Graph to the Shielder class, she remains at heart the original Smith God and Smith Hero, Sovereign Over All Armaments. If anything, it is pitiful how much she is restraining herself from being the rambunctious wild girl she normally is. She still wants to work hard, party hard, laugh hard, love hard and fuck hard. But being herself inevitably brings her into conflict with the other Servants, and despite being a God of War, she loathes fighting for trivial reasons. Therefore, she is trying to be something different this time, all the while ignoring the uncomfortable ache in her chest.


Connections with Characters

Blackbeard and Francis Drake
Two of the few Servants Chīyóu got along fairly well with from the beginning. After all, her powers cannot create ships or cannons, and they share surprisingly similar views on many things. “I’m still not sleeping with you, though. Either of you. You’re both way too troublesome—why are you looking at me like that!?”

Ibarakidouji
“The Yellow One! Ah, no, it’s just you—aah, don’t give me that look. Here, have some snacks. You know, you do remind me of that guy: kinda rough around the edges, but actually quite upright and reliable when it matters. Hey, I said don’t give me that look, I’m praising you here!”

Queen Medb
“She’s actually quite amazing as a queen, but, um, is it really okay for a woman to define herself entirely by how much loved she is by men?”

Enrico Dandolo
“See? You could pull it off properly, after all. Now seize the chance, and take a good look at the world around you. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Great, so go out there, don’t cause trouble, and let me take my nap.”

Wu Zetian
“Oh, you are…that one empress, right? The procession of ladies up Mount Tai, right? Thank you, thank you. Mind if I have some of those grapes? You don’t mind, right? After all, I am your God~”

“The Yellow One”
“Eh? The Yellow One’s not here? You’d think he’d be all over this Luluhawa shit. Or maybe he’s just being a shitty brat. Seriously, the least he could do is invite his old friend to a drink.”

Story & Extra Materials

The Invincible War God Has No Friends (Hawaiian Remix)

Chīyóu was seriously taking it easy. She was taking it so easy, she went through the effort of tampering with her Saint Graph so that she could properly take it easy.

She could blame the mood around Chaldea, as the Servants all got into something she vaguely heard was called “Serva☆Fes”. She could also blame Hawaii’s summer weather that incited her to just settle down, forget about troublesome things, and relax. But the truth was that Chaldea was causing her a lot of stress.

Even a couple of months after her arrival, she still couldn’t get along with anybody. She was a true loner, aimlessly wandering the halls of Chaldea with nothing to do, and there was nothing more frustrating.

Sure, there was Barbatos, and they kinda got along and Chīyóu called her waifu, but she was not so dense as to not understand that the former demon god would rather be left alone to focus on her duty of looking after the Master and humanity as a whole, because Barbatos was that kind of overly nice, hardworking tsundere idiot.

And, of course, there was the Master of Chaldea himself. He was her friend, of course, but then again, he was everybody’s friend; an all-around “nice guy”.

No, it was more than being just “nice”.

He never judged. He always accepted.

Chīyóu was not sure whether to call that “tolerance” or just plain gullibility, but it had somehow earned him the acceptance of every single Servant he had summoned, herself included. So, yeah, the Master of Chaldea was her friend. But that was nothing special. It was the Servants she couldn’t get along with, for the same old reasons as ever.

She had gotten tired of trying and getting the same awkward rejections every single time, so when the Servants “left on holiday”, she followed them to Hawaii by her lonesome, and decided to just give up and stop thinking about it. That’s how she ended up loafing on a beach recliner under the shade of a large, many-colored parasol, next to a charming white table littered with empty cocktail glasses. A pair of metal fans swayed autonomously, fanning their lord and goddess with the cool beach air.

“Uwaa, this is bad,” she muttered, even if her relaxed voice did not match the words. “I can feel myself becoming a worthless being…”

She knew very well those were not words her hard-working, overachieving Saber-class self would never say. It seemed the adjustments to her Saint Graph were more successful than expected. She couldn’t blame the dozens of cocktails; there was no way she could be affected by something like alcohol.

So, she had spent her days loafing on some chair on one of the many available beaches, drinking and taking the occasional swim. Servants did not approach her, and she was in “giving zero fucks” mode, so she would not approach them either. That did not mean she spent her days completely alone. When somewhat-creepy people who did not know who she was approached her asking for pictures, she always gave the same answer.

“Do whatever you want. I’m not moving from here, though.”

Just like every other day, Chīyóu was being photographed by men a little too driven by the worthless thing dangling between their legs, hearing things like “Haa, haa, brown skin little girls are the best…”, or “Please give us an upturned gaze!”, or “Please step on me while I rub sunscreen on your leg!”

Seriously, aren’t these people way beyond hopeless already? Where do they even come from?

In all honesty, she just wanted to fall asleep by this point. But, alas, that was not to be.

“What is this? Who’s the second-tier goods who doesn’t know her place? Stealing the spotlight? No, it’s the spotlight that comes to its rightful mistress. So, taking it from me is the epitome of folly—geh, it’s you.”

Chīyóu opened a single eye to check out the bikini-clad newcomer, long enough to find a name in her mental database.

“You say a lot of strange things, Queen Medb. So, how’s it going?”

Apparently, the Celtic monarch found her lazy attitude irritating, because her foot stomped the sand hard, which for some reason made the men around them squirm.

“It’s ‘Queen Medb’ to you, Eastern demon, for what is this place but my kingdom?”

“…huh. Nice beach you’ve got here, Your Highness,” said Chīyóu lamely before taking a sip of her latest mojito. “Hope you don’t mind me taking a nap in your kingdom today.”

She followed by stretching her body languid after hours resting on the same spot, which elicited an excited “uwoooh!” from the male audience, and fuming from the bikini queen, who was obviously the kind of woman who would assume Chīyóu did that on purpose.

“Kiii! You can’t stay here! You’re getting in the way of my photo shoot.”

“I…honestly don’t see how.”

Chīyóu was not blind to what was happening. Were she another person, Medb would have already resorted to insults and threats to get her way. It wasn’t that Medb was afraid of Chīyóu—it would take a lot more to elicit fear out of Queen Medb—, but there was certainly trepidation; the same thing Chīyóu saw in the eyes of almost every Servant in Chaldea.

Chīyóu didn’t need Clairvoyance to read Medb’s thoughts.

“If I bring out my Caladbolg, she’ll bring out her own and beat me with it.”

Medb had no way to know Chīyóu had sealed her War God’s Infinity when she switched to holiday mode, and Chīyóu did not feel like telling her.

Besides, there were other things to worry about, like everybody who was not Medb had already noticed.

“Look behind you.”

The pink-haired queen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her generous bust.

“Really? You think so lowly of me, evil god?”

Chīyóu wanted to roll her own eyes, but she didn’t want to irritate Medb any further.

“No, seriously, look behind you. Your men are getting their butts kicked.”

Indeed, monsters have surged out of the waves of Waikiki to attack the beachgoers. Ugly, spiny starfish-like creatures lashed with their gross, squiggly arms.

“Uwah! What’s with these gross things!?” exclaimed the queen as she rushed into battle. For that, she got an appreciative nod from the God of War. Indeed, a ruler should be the first to move in defense of her kingdom. Chīyóu, on the other hand, was in lazy mode, so she didn’t move from her resting spot.

However, there was something about those monsters that bothered her. She was already aware of the local fauna being affected by the singularity, but these creatures did not give her the feeling of mere transformed animals.

“Ew, what’re they spitting?”

“Gah, it’s all sticky and gross!”

“No, it’s way too sticky! It’s like I’m soaked in tar!”

Chīyóu calmly listened to the disorderly sounds of battle. She worried not—even if Medb’s soldiers and other beachgoers were struggling against the monsters, if not outright running away from them, the creatures were not a threat to the Queen of Connacht.

That is, until something considerably bigger and meaner literally leapt out of the ocean, announcing its presence with a loud roar Chīyóu felt resonating balefully within her body.

“This is…some form of conceptual interference? Hey, hey, this is kinda…”

“Gah!” Medb was a lot louder about the whole thing. “A giant Soul Eater now? Brave soldiers, comes to—wait, my Charm! Where has my Charm gone!?”

“Skill seal?” murmured Chīyóu. “Could it be, that’s not a Soul Eater, that’s…?”

Medb was spared a rather nasty bite when the monstrosity was blown away by a blast of concentrated pressure waves. She promptly glared behind her, where Chīyóu was still relaxed on her recliner.

“I don’t need your help!”

“Look, the faster this is over the better!” The God of War dismissed Medb’s complaints and dispatched her flying weapons to smash and slice the huge beast.

Chīyóu thought of her Master, but he was busy doing…something with Jeanne Alter; she did not quite get the details. Besides, he would have his hands full resolving the singularity. Everybody was in a festive mood; the other Servants would not be pleased if she urged them to deal with this annoying issue, and it wasn’t like she was particularly liked by them in the first place.

All in all, it looked like she would have to be a good Servant and take care of this in her Master’s stead.

“Uuugh, I really don’t want to do this. Goddammit, Barbatos, why did you stay in Chaldea? It’s your job to deal with annoying shit like this.”

*** ***

Queen Medb did get what she wanted, because Chīyóu left the beach and took to the streets, all the while wondering how to find the mastermind. The obvious solution was asking, but that would imply striking a conversation with the other Servants.

She sighed.

“I’m already tired…I want to sleep…”

Of course, her relationship with the other Servants aside, she was sure she could just shout “who wants to help me beat someone up?” and gather a throng of battle idiots without issue, but Chīyóu somehow felt that would be a problem in itself. Considering the loose atmosphere of this “Servant Holiday”, it felt better and more prudent to keep the matter to herself for now.

Then again, thinking on it, if anybody had seen the one Chīyóu was looking for, there would have been an outcry. Chīyóu found it hard to believe that one could walk the streets of Waikiki without drawing attention, even in the midst of this festival of weirdos.

It meant that, if anybody saw that one, it must have been somebody who either did not recognize her or simply did not care.

Which brought the invincible war god to…

“Are…are you trying to feed Poi to your hippogriff?”

“Yeah!” The paladin, Astolfo, cheerily replied while attempting to shove a wooden spoonful of the starchy meal into the beak of the magical beast, who was showing resistance worthy of a Heroic Spirit.

“I want his impression of it.”

“So, he’s just a guinea pig.”

The creature’s sharp eyes glinted as if it had just become aware of this fact, and further emboldened its resistance, at this point only limited by its reluctance to harm its lunatic master. Chīyóu felt somewhat happy to discover that a hippogriff could be expressive enough to cry “help me!” without words.

“Aaaah!” Astolfo complained when the god of war took the wooden spoon from him.

“Come on, at least mix it with some salmon. This guy’s a carnivore, isn’t he?”

“Um! He’s already feasted on the chickens!”

“You really will just eat anything, will ya?” Chīyóu smirked at the chimeric creature, whose face seemed to say “don’t judge me!”

“I sure hope those chickens didn’t belong to someone.”

“Hey, hey, Miss War God.”

Chīyóu tiredly glanced at the dainty index finger poking her.

“I have a name.”

“You said something interesting about salmon.”

Chīyóu stared at Astolfo’s radiant, smiling face, as she experienced the strong sensation of having been outfoxed somehow. It made her roll her eyes.

“Fine, let’s get you loons some salmon.”

“Yay! Miss War God’s a great person after all~”

“Your definition of greatness is the worst.”

“Let’s be friends!”

“I don’t want this kind of friendship.”

“Boo!”

Some time later, a bored-looking Chīyóu was watching Astolfo engulf fish in a most unfeminine way. It made her wonder how some people could still doubt his gender. In any case, having settled down for the time being, the Chinese god had her chance to pry for the info she sought.

“A strange Servant…? Um, it’s gonna sound weird coming from me, but I think we’re all strange in some way or another.”

“And that might just be the most insightful thing you’ll ever say,” Chīyóu conceded. “Okay, let me rethink that question. What about a Servant you didn’t recognize?”

“Uuuh, well, it’s not like everybody here is from Chaldea, and even in Chaldea there are a few I still don’t know by name…there’s, like, a whole bunch of us Servants in Chaldea by now.”

“Tell me about it. Before coming here, I thought it couldn’t get any nuttier.”

Chīyóu clicked her tongue while the other Servant devoured without regard for manners, the hungry look of the large winged beast watching from outside, or Chīyóu’s wallet.

How to reframe the question to get anything out of Astolfo without outright stating who she was looking for?

“Well, how about a Servant that looked lost, or confused or out of her element? Or maybe just one that gave you a strange feeling, like ‘is that really a Servant?’, that kind of feeling.”

“Hoo…” Astolfo murmured, seemingly more interested in the conversation at this point. Then he slurped a salmon filet like it was pasta, and Chīyóu winced.

“Is there that kind of interesting Servant around here? Hmm…well, there’s that ‘Foreigner’ I’ve heard about…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know about that one. Not the one I’m looking for. Got anything else?”

“Hmm…ah, maybe, well, there’s, I mean—” Chīyóu calmly waited for Astolfo to stop coughing, ignoring the bits of chewed fish that escaped his mouth.

“Jackie is looking for some ‘tall, white beauty’ she caught a glimpse of last night. Something about getting ‘the strongest mother-like feeling’ from her. Jackie said she tried to catch up to her, but then monsters popped up out of nowhere and she lost her in the scuffle.”

Chīyóu merely jumped to her feet and slammed a bunch of bills on the table.

“Stuff yourself with this. I gotta go.”

“Hoe?” Astolfo somehow managed to kinda-vocalize with his cheeks stuffed with food. “Wheh ya goin’?”

“Gotta catch up with Jack the Ripper!” exclaimed the war god already outside the establishment. “It’ll be bad if she finds her before I do!”

However, she stopped herself before taking to a superhuman dash. She looked at Astolfo one last time, whose inflated cheeks made for a somewhat funny, somewhat repugnant image.

“Actually, do me one last favor once you’re done spending my cash, will ya? Find someone else for me.”

*** ***

Mata Hari was having a bit of trouble keeping up with things. She thought she had gotten used to being a Servant and living among them, but the she got another reminder of the fact that she was simply not like the others. She was too small a figure, too insignificant a note in history, and it was reflected in the feebleness of her Saint Graph.

That is why she could only look on in anguish and shame while a child, the lovely, innocent, and very lethal Jack the Ripper, fought to protect her from the gargantuan serpent that manifested in Hilo.

Of course, she recognized the serpent. She was acquainted with the Queen of Assyria and the divine beast she commanded. Unfortunately, that knowledge also explained why it was such a difficult enemy. It was not only unfathomably tough, it was also too agile for its size, uncannily keeping Jack at bay and impeding her small blades from piercing its dark skin.

It was hard to believe just moments earlier they had been looking for Boudica and the other child Servants to plan that evening’s BBQ.

Jack was one of the most agile Servants she knew, but the little serial killer’s specialty was killing humans, not ludicrously fast monstrous serpents with venomous breath weapons. The divine beast was in no way inferior to the small Assassin.

Of course, Mata Hari understood she did not stand a chance. Semiramis was a fellow Assassin, but were they to do battle, that giant serpent would swallow her whole before the first sway of her hips.

However, that did not mean she could do nothing. Or rather, Mata Hari refused to do nothing.

Clenching both fists and her jaw, straightening herself to face death with the chin up, and entirely ready to become nothing but a meat shield for the little Jack, Mata Hari took the first step forward.

“That’s right, Mata Hari. That is the right answer.”

The giant serpent was suddenly thrown to the side, as if struck by an invisible fist.

“No matter if you are the mightiest Servant or the weakest mortal, whether you are a hero or an anti-hero. If you are an adult, it is your duty to protect a child.”

It was a pair of metal fans, moving autonomously in the air, their swipes releasing mighty blasts of air. When the Bašmu released its cloud of deadly poison, the fans blew it away from the Servants.

“Goddess Chīyóu! You are most helpful!”

“Not really,” blandly retorted the dark-skinned little girl. “This time I’m leaving it to those idiots.”

Mata Hari did not need to wait a second before Scáthach, Beowulf and Saint Martha fell on the divine beast like murderous war gods.

Just like she had predicted, pulling them into a battle was beyond trivial.

In any case, this allowed Jack to retreat to Mata Hari’s position. Chīyóu greeted her with a shameless pat on the head.

“Thanks for holding out, pretty girl. Let those battle idiots take care of the rest, and you can go back to having fun.”

“Ah, it’s the sis that makes weapons! Aloha!”

“Aloha to you too, sweet thing. Where’re the rest of your little friends?”

Apparently, she asked the right question, because the small Assassin smiled radiantly.

“Boudica’s making a BBQ at the beach tonight! Nursery Rhyme and Lily are already with her.”

“A barbeque? We’re in Hawai’i, you should try one of those underground ovens and roast one of those, what’s them called? Kalua pigs. But, more importantly,”

The God of War bend her knees to match the height of Jack’s eyes, resting a hand on the white-haired girl’s shoulder. A distance away, a second Bašmu approached, this one ridden by the legendary Queen of Assyria.

“That beautiful lady, you saw her before this monster appeared, didn’t you? Tell me all about it.”

Mata Hari, who had noticed Semiramis’ approach, quickly connected the dots and looked at Chīyóu with alarm.

“You mean—!?”

Chīyóu stopped her with a single finger on her lips.

“Leave that to me. You make sure this girl has a fun barbeque.”

*** ***

South Point.

Literally, the southernmost point in the island of Hawai’i. The Pacific Ocean strikes an elevated cape, its waters a vivid blue almost demanding to be captured in picture.

The Sun fell on the distant west, but there were not many shadows to be cast. Devoid of tourists, it was a vast, open space, where a lone person could feel awed at the immensity of the sea and the sky as there were painted with the colors of night.

There, Chīyóu found her.

“What do you see, when you look at the ocean?”

The queen of queens, mother of mothers, principle of principles, turned her back to the deep blue to face the god of war.

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“Really,” continued Chīyóu while cracking her neck. “That BB, this is what happens when you mess with Imaginary Space.” It made her click her tongue. “Mah, not like that bitch really cares.”

“And you,” she then said, gesturing towards the silent primordial goddess, who merely tilted her head. “You sure know how to cause trouble. The Assassin me should get tips from you, sheesh.”

The sea struck the rocks far below with sudden intensity. It was probably not a coincidence.

“You are a truly primordial being, greater than I will ever be. But right now, you are just a hassle. You already understand that you lost, so can you please not manifest in a form that turns the ocean into monster-spawning ground?”

“Laaaaaaaaaaa~”

Chīyóu rolled her eyes at the life-giving song.

“Yes, yes, you only manifested your conscious, self-limiting will; you’re so thoughtful. But, even if it was just a droplet and not the entire Pacific Ocean, that Sea of Life is still a big no-no. Bad dragon.”

“Laaaaaaaaaa…”

“Oh, now you’re just being whiny. You’re better than this. Next time you want to pay a visit, try a form that doesn’t cause so much trouble. I bet that silly Master would just love that.”

For whatever reason, the thought of the Master welcoming Tiamat to Chaldea like a puppy he picked up somewhere brought a chuckle to the lips.

“And it’s not like you can’t, after all. How about the you from the Moon? That one is its own hassle, but at least she’s manageable? Or the other one who was actually decent enough to get formal worship?”

“LaaaaaaAAAAA—”

It was quickly getting dark, but Chīyóu’s sight was sharp enough to notice the shapes crawling up from the edge of the cliff behind the mother goddess. It didn’t take her a thought to call upon her twin war fans, which manifested like animated shields floating around her.

“Nobody in Chaldea has forgotten that you love humans more than anybody else. That’s why, before you think of coming back, hold on tightly to that love and let it guide you.”

A few beasts became a dozen, which became twenty, which became sixty of all shapes and sizes. The primordial sea and life-giving song created indiscriminately. Even if it was not even remotely close to the fathomless Beast that threatened the fledging mankind in the distant Mesopotamia, the reckless spawning of monsters could easily threaten the small holiday singularity.

“Sorry, but right now the only thing I can do is banish you from here,” lamented the God of War as she took hold of the metal fans for a change.

“I’m still supposed to be on holiday, and there’s a hammock with my name waiting at the hotel.”

*** ***

“I’m alive,” were the first words that came out of Chīyóu’s mouth upon opening her eyes. She was about to ponder why she was still alive, but the words got caught in her throat upon truly noticing the night sky sprawled above her.

“Ah, how pretty.”

“My, thank you, ufufu~”

Only then did Chīyóu notice she was not alone, which spoke of her current state. She only had to turn her head slightly to the right.

“Mata Hari.”

“That’d be me, yes.”

Two more figures appeared at the edges of her vision, all of them looking down at her prone form with different degrees of interest.

“Semiramis…and the White Grail.”

“Iri,” corrected the albino woman, to which Chīyóu responded with a somewhat twisted grin.

“Welcome to my—ugh, life.” A first attempt to raise her body was a complete failure. “I take it you saved me.”

“I take it you won,” intruded the Assyrian Queen, not allowing Irisviel a chance to respond.

“You see a primordial goddess around…?”

The other three exchanged pained glances at the Chinese’s innocent arrogance that constantly pushed people away. Indeed, there was no trace of Tiamat, but South Point was littered with the remnants of her many creations.

“For the sake of Miss Barbatos, our Master can’t know of this,” declared Irisviel, and the others quickly agreed. This trove of magical components would spell the end of the Demon God of the Wild Hunt’s summer holiday.

“How are you feeling?” then asked Mata Hari, turning their attention back to the unmoving Chīyóu.

“Like I’ve gone through every conceivable way to suffer physical harm…which is pretty close to what happened. Holy shit that was insane.”

“It’s hard to say this, but you were more poison than Servant when we found you,” Irisviel declared. “Also, I think something chewed on you at some point?”

“And burned you,” added Mata Hari.

“And flayed you,” said Semiramis.

“I did everything I could, but a Servant with any less endurance would not have survived that much punishment,” finished the lively homunculus.

It brought a sigh to Chīyóu’s lips, but after that, she was smiling.

“I…I think I might’ve lost as a Saber.” Each word made her smile broader and brighter, even as the muscular effort brought tears to her eyes. “There were just so many of them; it was like fighting the Yellow One all over again.”

She paused. Then, she frowned.

“Why are you people here anyway? I told I…ugh, had this.”

It was the three fair women’s turn to smile.

“Isn’t it obvious?” answered Mata Hari. “The little ones won’t start the BBQ without you.”

Chīyóu stared at the dancer without no care to hide her obvious disbelief. When it became obvious Mata Hari was not messing with her, she tried to say something, but what came out was sputtering nonsense, which only ended when the war god brought a single arm to her face, using it cover her eyes.

“…huh. Um, ‘bout that…”

“They actually listened to you an insisted in finding an underground oven.”

Chīyóu snorted, her throat caught between laughing and coughing.

“Right, right, that sounds great. But I really can’t move yet, so, um…”

“Not a problem for my Bašmu,” offered Semiramis.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near one of those ever again. I had enough Bašmu for eighty-one lifetimes.”

This resulted in a smiling Mata Hari taking carry duty, and the group began the long walk back to the resort area.

“Somebody say something, I don’t wanna fall asleep and drool on Mata Hari’s shoulder.”

“I don’t think Mata Hari would mind—” Semiramis replied.

“I can answer that myself, thank you very much.”

“But if you so insist, Chīyóu, I shall take the opportunity to ask.”

The Dutch spy felt her load shifting slightly to properly look at the queen dressed in black.

“I understand that the Servants wielding weapons feel some apprehension towards you, because of your ability to reproduce their weapons and techniques.”

“I can’t stop myself: my weapons, my techniques.”

As the Sovereign Over All Armaments according to her myth, all weapon designs, styles and techniques come from her. Even if she considers herself a creator of weapons first and a wielder second, she cannot abandon her pride.

And it is precisely because these three women are not weapon masters themselves, because they have no attachment to weapons or pride in them, that they can understand the simple emotion that drives Chīyóu’s need to correct Semiramis.

Those who are overcome by Chīyóu cry out “she has all the armaments and techniques”.

What those three saw, however, was that “she has nothing else but armaments and techniques.”

That is what it means to be one with one’s Origin.

“Of course,” says Semiramis with a half-smile. “What I wish to ask, however, if whether you can also reproduce my assassination techniques.”

“Hmm,” murmurs the somewhat dazed goddess. “I can’t really create new, original poisons like I can do swords. I can only give weapons the effects of a poison I know. I guess that includes Bašmu now.”

“Mm-hmm. That means I’m still the winner,” concludes the Queen with a little smugness.

Chīyóu responding with only a yawn told the other three she was truly running on fumes.

“Oh, now me, now me!”

The goddess on Mata Hari’s back weakly turned her gaze towards Irisviel.

“I can’t…make something like a Grail, but…yeah, a weapon that heals, is fairly easy.”

“Ahaha, guessed as much~” The albino paused bringing a dainty finger to her pursed lips. “But then, why didn’t you heal yourself?”

“Shielder right now…not Saber. Can’t create anything.”

That caught the three women off-guard. Chīyóu, who at this point was just mumbling while half-asleep, continued her confession.

“Didn’t want to…ruin anybody’s holiday, so…no armaments…maybe I could…with everyone…”

A few seconds of silence followed, to be interrupted only by the Woman with the Sunny Eyes.

“Ahaha, I’m being drooled on.”

“Ah,” Irisiviel exclaimed. “We didn’t get to ask if she can reproduce your dancing, Mata Hari.”

“…can’t dance…for shit…zzzz…”

It was inevitable that the invincible God of War was brought out of her repose by the lively laughter of two beautiful women (and a certain queen’s curter chuckling).


The Invincible War God Has No Friends (Hawaiian Remix) – END

*** ***

A Carefully Crafted Story
She can already see her end.
She sees it after every single battle.
Just like all the others, he has lost, and she was the victor.
Her brothers and sisters celebrate, because they cannot see beyond the present.
That is likely her fault; she pampered them too much.
She gave them too much, to the point they do not realize how much they lack.

She can already see her end.
She can see it in his bright irises and his youthful smile.
Every single battle is a little trickier, a little harder to win.
Nevertheless, she leaves the orgiastic celebrations of her tribe to meet him after every battle.
With almost saintly patience, she answers his countless questions.
She teaches him the secrets of the sky, the earth and the stars.

She can already see her end.
One day, the boy in yellow will surpass her. It will be her direst, yet most magnificent day.
So, she does what she has always done. For she is the same as her tribesmen, but also different.
She leaves her tribe to their rampant, noisy celebrations. There is no joy to be found there.
Her joy resides in the admiring gaze of that insatiably curious yellow lad.
Alone together, beneath a sky with a myriad twinkling stars.

Zĭwēidŏushùqì

Purple Star Calculator

Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 0
Maximum Targets: Self

Chīyóu’s secret Noble Phantasm, which she can’t use in her Saber form, and wouldn’t use even if she could because it feels like a cheat even to her, and because she would rather stick to her armaments.

Some legends claim that Chīyóu was among the first to know the secrets of the stars, and how they are connected to a person’s fate. While the minutiae of Chinese astrology were developed long after her time, she has no need for them, for as a Servant she has hold of something completer and more fundamental.

Of course, Chinese astrology is understood by those who practice it as merely detailed forecasting, far from infallible. But that only applies to the living. Servants (at least most of them) are people who have already passed away, and therefore have already “performed all their actions in life”. Chīyóu reverses the normal mechanism of astrological calculation, using that complete record of a Servant’s actions in life to reverse-engineer a “predictive calculator” that allows Chīyóu to accurately anticipate the Servant’s future actions.

It can be said that this Noble Phantasm is worthless against the living, but almighty against most Servants, save for those that are somehow summoned while still alive, and those with the uncanny ability to challenge fate itself (Luck Rank EX). While it worked perfectly against Tiamat, it was useless against Tiamat’s children—just like every single human being carries a different fate, the fact that the original Bašmu was slain by Marduk in the Enuma Eliš does not mean she can predict the actions of every other Bašmu.

[asterism42]

Deadline is noon tomorrow, btw

[RoydGolden]

A lot of really awesome entries this time around. I honestly have no idea who I'll pick.

[King of Padoru]

"Mark Twain": Hey, good to see you used one of the FCs I suggested! If you're having problem with it, you can copy-paste it from here:

Spoiler:

[Bird of Hermes]

Gonna have a real tough time picking out a top three but everyone's entrees have been pretty damn great... But then again I end up saying this every servant contest.

[34]

"Once more, I swear an oath; before these seas and anything in between unites as one, I shall not taste any worldly pleasure.”



Class: Rider
Alternate Classes: Saber, Archer, Lancer
Identity: Gajah Mada
Gender: Male
Origin: Historical Facts
Region: Indonesia
Alignment: Lawful Good
Attribute: Man

Gajah Mada, often regarded as the greatest hero in Indonesian history, was the famed military leader and Prime Minister of the Majapahit Empire, who conquered and unified the entire archipelago known as Nusantara and brought the Empire into its peak glory, building the foundation of what would later become Indonesia.

Majapahit

MAJAPAHIT
Gajah Mada was born in the year 1290, during the last years of the Singhasari Kingdom, which was then the most powerful kingdom in Eastern Java, right at when the kingdom was at its peak of glory; during the reign of its last king Kertanegara, who most likely was Gajah Mada’s own grandfather. During this time, Kublai Khan, the Great Khan of the Mongol Empire challenged Singhasari by sending emissaries demanding tributes. Kertanegara, believing that he had the power to repel the Mongols, refused to pay the tribute, insulted the Mongol envoy, and challenged the Khan instead. In response, Kublai Khan sent a massive expedition of 1,000 ships to Java in 1293.

However, through a cruel twist of fate, by that time, Kertanegara and the Singhasari kingdom had already fallen. Not by the Mongols, but by Jayakatwang, the Duke of Kediri, who usurped and killed the king at the zenith of his rule. Jayakatwang secured the throne, and sought to rebuild the Kingdom of Kediri, perhaps not realizing the doom which will soon arrive at the northern coast of Java…

By the time the Mongol forces arrived, a man named Raden Wijaya, the son-of-law of king Kertanegara, offered an alliance with the Mongols against Jayakatwang and his new Kingdom of Kediri. Jayakatwang was utterly destroyed. During the ensuing victory celebration by the weakened Mongols forces, which had been exposed to the tropical diseases and intense climate, Raden Wijaya seized the chance to attack and managed to drive the Mongols out of Java for good. Raden Wijaya then established the Kingdom of Majapahit and ruled as its first king under the title Kertarajasa.

Gajah Mada

GAJAH MADA
Not much is known about Gajah Mada's early life, except that he was born into an ordinary family who quickly rose in rank into the head of the elite royal guard of the Majapahit kingdom during the reign of the second king of Majapahit, Jayanegara, who was a rather incompetent ruler. During his chaotic rule, several rebellions sprang out, but Gajah managed to resolve most of these conflicts. However, in 1328, Jayanegara was assassinated by his court physician during a surgery. Some says that this was a plot schemed by Gajah Mada himself, which was said to be done in order to prevent a tyrant from ruling the kingdom.

Since Jayanegara did not have any offspring, he was succeeded by his half-sister, Tribhuwana Wijayatunggadewi, also known as Dyah Gitarja. It was under her leadership that Gajah Mada was appointed mahapatih (Prime Minister) in 1329. During this appointment, Gajah Mada took his famous oath, the Palapa Oath/Sumpah Palapa, as stated in the manuscript the oath can be translated as:

He, Gajah Mada Patih Amangkubumi, does not wish to cease his fasting. Gajah Mada: "If (I succeed) in defeating (conquering) Nusantara, (then) I will break my fast. If Gurun, Seram, Tanjung Pura, Haru, Pahang, Dompo, Bali, Sunda, Palembang, Tumasik, are all defeated, (then) I will break my fast."

While often interpreted literally to mean that Gajah Mada would not allow his food to be spiced (palapa is the prose combination of pala apa= any fruits/spices) the oath's true meaning is that Gajah Mada would abstain from all earthly pleasures until he conquered the entire known archipelago for Majapahit. Such was the extent of his vision that even his close friends mocked it as an impossible ambition.

Several years later, Gajah Mada proves everyone’s expectation wrong. The vision of uniting the great archipelago, first envisioned Gajah Mada’s own grandfather, Kertanegara, was finally realized. Within the span of 28 years, Gajah Mada managed to conquer the whole archipelago of Nusantara, from conquering Bali and Lombok in the east, then the remnants of the Sriwijaya in Sumatra, and all the way to Malacca and Borneo. Tribhuvana abdicated in 1350 and was succeeded by her son Hayam Wuruk, perhaps the best known king of Majapahit. During his reign, the expansion became more intense as the young King seemed content to leave the direction of affairs entirely in the hands of his prime minister. At this point, the empire reached the zenith of its power; and so too Gajah Mada’s own ambition.

The year after Hayam Wuruk’s accession, there’s still one kingdom that’s yet to be “united” under Majapahit rule, the Sunda Kingdom. He sent a mission to Sunda expressing the wish of Hayam Wuruk to marry the daughter of the King of Sunda. The King of Sunda consented and brought the Princess, together with some of his noblemen, to Majapahit. They camped in Bubat, north of the capital, in a large field where the wedding was supposed to take place. However, a disagreement occurred between Gajah Mada and the Sundanese king, in which the former insisted that the princess should be taken as Hayam Wuruk’s concubine, while the latter rightfully wanted that the princess should rule as the Queen of Majapahit.

Gajah Mada brought in troops and intended to decide the issue by force. The Sundanese noblemen preferred death to dishonour; instead of a happy wedding, a bloody massacre took place. The King of Sunda was killed, as were the heartbroken Princess—who committed suicide—and the Sundanese noblemen. After the massacre, Sunda seems to have acknowledged the overlordship of Majapahit for a time but, ultimately, recovered its independence.

Hayam Wuruk was deeply shocked by the tragedy. Majapahit courtiers, ministers and nobles blamed Gajah Mada for his recklessness, and the brutal consequences were not to the taste of the Majapahit royal family. Gajah Mada was promptly demoted and spent the rest of his days at the estate of Madakaripura in Probolinggo in East Java, having achieved his oath, yet still yearning for more. Nonetheless, he was finally able to taste the palapa, the bittersweet fruit of his efforts.

Although his life ended in a bitter end because of his overwhelming ambition, Gajah Mada’s achievements in the end more than makes up for it. He is seen by Indonesians a symbol of unity, a proof that despite vast territories divided by the vast treacherous seas, with various different cultures, unity is still possible.

Description & Personality

DESCRIPTION & PERSONALITY
A hardy and cunning man, possessing great physical strength yet also a calculating and manipulative mind, Gajah Mada is a formidable and fearsome man. However, he is also incredibly selfless and dedicated, earnest, loyal and sincere. “Strength in unity” is his motto, and he deeply values harmony and cohesiveness. Nonetheless, he is not a “soft” person; he is quite a strict and merciless drillmaster who expects his subject to act with discipline and perfect manners.

Towards his Master, he possesses an unwavering loyalty and a tremendous sense of responsibility to each order or needs his Master might have. However, as loyal as he is, he can be pretty independent if he needs to be,

He is also a visionary man who likes to dream big, an idealist who wanted to witness a land of perfect harmony, and his answer for this is Unity. He believes that mankind can only live in harmony with each other, regardless of culture, race or belief as long as they has some sense of unity, as long as there’s something which can accept all their differences—

That’s why he swore this oath, as a proof of his resolve. With this sacred oath, he let go of his own selfish desire, and sailed forth to the Sea of Diversity, with all the possibilities it has, with everything it encompasses—

Parameters

PARAMETERS
STR: B+ (A)
END: C+ (B+)
AGL: C (B)
MGI: C-
LCK: C
NP: A

Class Skills

CLASS SKILLS
Riding: A+
The 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. At this rank, all vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind.

Magic Resistance: B
A Skill which grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether. Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Although the Age of Gods has long since ended in the 12th century, the diverse, rich and mysterious archipelago of Nusantara still retains many qualities of the Age of Gods. Gajah Mada in particular has faced and survived through these various spells and curses from different cultures he encountered, granting him a respectable amount of Magical Resistance.

Personal Skills

PERSONAL SKILLS
Natural Body: C+
A Skill that denotes the absoluteness of the body; the possession of a perfect body as a living being since birth. Gajah Mada can temporarily rank up his STR. The Gajah in Gajah Mada's name literally means "elephant" in Indonesian, though the original meaning in Ancient Javanese is "strong man". This name indeed refers to his robust body, which does not change no matter how many calories are ingested.

Also, in addition to his natural brawn, by using a form of Javanese witchcraft which is still popularly used today, Gajah Mada can further boost this Skill and grant himself a "curse" which sacrifices his own magical capacity to grant his body invulnerability to non-magical objects, granting a plus modifier to his END and a minus modifier to his MGI.

Military Tactics: B
A Skill which denotes tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. For Gajah Mada, who crossed the seas to conquer the diverse kingdoms throughout Nusantara, it is only appropriate for him to be in the same level as other great conquerors.

Divinity: C
The measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels, one is treated as a mixed race of a Divine Spirit, and the level declines when the Heroic Spirit's own rank as a Monster or Demonic Beast raises. It can also decrease due to one's dislike for the gods.

According to some stories, it is said that Gajah Mada is the son of Brahma. Also, a more likely story tells that he is the grandson of Sivabuddha, also known as Kertanegara, the last king of Singhasari, the devaraja—divine god-king—incarnation of Shiva and Buddha. Even today, in some parts of Nusantara, his reverence is closer to worship than just respect.

Mana Burst (Sea): - (C)
A version of Mana Burst which augments one’s Noble Phantasm with elements of the sea, which are: wind, water and thunder. Normally unusable, but an ability equal to this Skill is granted when Gajah Mada invokes the halberd of the Sea God.

Independence: - (A)
A Skill which reduces dependence of a Servant to his Master. Depending on rank, it can reduce Skill, Noble Phantasm and overall mana usage by half of more. However, one cannot operate without a Master with this skill, unlike Independent Action. Particularly useful for a Master who has limited mana capacity or who want to conserve mana for using advanced spells. It is normally unusable, but will be unlocked when Gajah Mada activates his Amukti Palapa Noble Phantasm.

Noble Phantasms

NOBLE PHANTASMS
Amukti Palapa
He Who Swore to Unite All
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
The famous oath Gajah Mada took upon becoming the Mahapatih—Prime Minister of Majapahit. It manifested in the form of a symbolic mask which he always wore when going into battle, the Mask of Gajah Mada, a mystical object which still exist today for ritual purpose in Bali. This mask is the symbol of his commitment upon his oath to unite the Mandala known as Nusantara.

By wearing this mask, and once more swearing an oath of unity, Gajah Mada activates this Noble Phantasm and once again abstains from any “worldly-pleasure”, granting him resistance to all kinds of mental interferences and raises his overall combat capability as well as physical Parameter. Also grants him the Independence Skill, which significantly reduces his mana usage. Additionally, until his “oath of unification” is complete, Command Spells cannot be used against him.

When wearing this mask, Gajah Mada is the “Gajah Mada during his unification of Nusantara”. This means that the Noble Phantasm Dwipantara Mandala which is “the result of Gajah Mada’s unification” will be sealed when this Noble Phantasm is active.

Pataka Wilwatikta
The Four Divine Who Blesses All
Rank: C ~ A
Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Army
The four of the many divine forged armaments passed down from generations to generations by the Javanese devarajas, still retaining much of its original power in the 12^th century Java, used by the divine kings to bring prosperity, justice, protection and destruction to their kingdom. These armaments are passed down to the Majapahit Kingdom from Singhasari Kingdom. At some point, the queen and king of Majapahit have lent these weapons one by one, to Gajah Mada in order to aid his conquests.

Three of the these weapons invokes the Great Dragons who were worshiped by the people of Nusantara. As Rider, Gajah Mada can’t unleash the full power of these weapons; some can only be properly wielded by other Javanese heroes. However, even in Gajah Mada’s hand, but their potent effects and abilities as Noble Phantasm are not lacking. These weapons are:

[Sang Dwija Naga Nareswara - The Twin Guardian Dragons Who Brings Prosperity, It is trident (trishula) which invokes the power of the Twin Guardian Dragons Nareswara. The founder of Majapahit used this halberd to first display the flag of Majapahit, colored Red and White based on these two dragons, the origin of the Indonesian flag. One of its effects is providing healing power for Gajah and his allies, but it also can be used as an Anti-Army armament.

[Sang Hyang Baruna - The Sea Dragon Who Brings Destruction], A double-bladed halberd which It invokes Hyang Baruna, the god of the sea. This weapon was traditionally entrusted to the admiral of the kingdom’s navy, who leads expeditions in search of new opportunities throughout the archipelago. It eventually was entrusted to Gajah Mada himself, which symbolizes his authority over the waters of Nusantara. Its full power can only be unleashed as Lancer. As Rider however, it grants a type of powerful Mana Burst which draws its power from disasters from the sea, such as hurricane, tsunami, etc. It also grants Voyager of the Storm rank A.

[Sang Padmanaba Wiranagari - The Majestic Lotus Who Brings Protection], A lotus-shaped scepter, a symbol of a king’s divine authority as the supreme ruler of his Mandala. The one who can unleash the power of this armament to its fullest is the emperor of Majapahit who ruled the empire at its peak, Hayam Wuruk. In the hands of Gajah Mada, it becomes a shield which, among other things, can forms a lotus-shaped barrier which can absorb and deflect magical projectiles.

[Sang Hyang Naga Amawabhumi - The Guardian Dragon Who Brings Justice], A single-bladed halberd which invokes Sang Amawabhumi, symbol of the court, who governs all kinds of law and rules. It originally was possessed by a certain Queen of Justice in the past. Gajah mainly utilizes this weapon to inspire and strengthen the sense of unity and discipline of his allies, compensating for the lack of Charisma Skill as Rider. It can also be used as an Anti-Army armament with bonus damage to Chaotic aligned enemy.

Dwipantara Mandala
A Unity Which Accepts All
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Culture
A Noble Phantasm which embodies the concept of Cakrawala Mandala Dwipantara, also known simply as the concept of Nusantara, is an idea envisioned by the last king of Singhasari, Sivabuddha Kertanegara. This vision was later adopted and realized by Kertanegara’s grandson, Gajah Mada. Put simply, it is a concept which, rather to remove the scattered cultures and beliefs through conquest and conversion, aims to “accept” all these difference and adopt the foreign cultures and beliefs into their own, in order to face against greater adversary—in other words, syncretism.

Upon activation, Gajah Mada himself as the Symbol of Unity charges into a target, and upon contact, distorts and modifies himself and the target’s Saint Graph into the same “cultural roots”, eliminating any compatibility issues between them and incorporates the effects of the target’s Noble Phantasm into his own. It can also be used on allies, in which, the bonus on Skills and Noble Phantasm is shared together.

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If you think Japanese syncretism is weird, then you definitely haven't heard of Javanese syncretism.
Also, I'm late to post this on 17th of August (Indonesian Independence Day), but I hope I'm not late for the contest's deadline.

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Also, additionally, for his Four-in-One Noble Phantasms, here is the link to an article with some actual pics of the actual weapons (it's pretty cool, so you might want to take a look). The article is in Indonesian though.
http://majapahitinfo.blogspot.com/20...majapahit.html

[asterism42]

And with that the submission period draws to a close. Voting lasts a week as usual and I'll announce the results on the 30th.

[SleepMode]

Here's this month's submissions:

Lancer: Empress Jingu by clyton
Watcher: “Absolute Zero” by Spartacus
Assassin: Queen of Hearts by AlephZero404
Saber: Emperor Antoku by Bird of Hermes
Lancer: Ajax the Lessor by RoydGolden
Rider: Pelops by Shiki-pon
Foreigner: Arion by Funderfullness
Berserker: Bhima by IRUN
Rider: Andromeda by King of Pandoru
Avenger: Louhi by Verg Avesta
Rider: Olaf Tryggvason by SpoonyViking
Berserker: Petesoukos by Uralmash
Rider: Lohengrin by Skull
Foreigner: The Little Mermaid by ylas
Lancer: Urshanabi by SleepMode
Alter Ego: "Mark Twain" by Wizard
Shielder: Chiyou (Summer) by Daneel Rush
Rider: Gajah Mada by 34

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...was about to make one myself. In fact, I already made it and then I refresh the page...
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Okay, here's my vote.

3 pts - Urshanabi
As always, your sheets are always great at the lore and flavor text department. The character's personality, Bond CE thingy, relationship is well done and I always appreciate the efforts to write these up. It fits the theme nicely too. I don't know what else to say other than it's worthy of my 3 points.

2 pts - Empress Jingu
I feel like I'm reading an FGO mats entry... oh wait...

1 pt - Bhima
My Great Ancestor!!!

[Uralmash]

Hooo. There's a lot of good ones here. Too bad I must make a decision. Well...

• 3pts: Empress Jingu
  Really well made profile, and Jingu is one of my favorite mythological figures as well. Naturally, this elevated it to the top!
• 2pts: Pelops
  A compelling and interesting character all around. I find Pelops to be one of the more fascinating figures in Greek myth and this sheet does him some good justice.
• 1pt: Gajah Mada
  This one was just really cool. I don't know a whole lot about Javanese history/culture/mythology, but this sheet really piqued my interest in it. Also, the real-life pics of the Four-in-One NP are damn awesome. I love seeing stuff like that.

Otherwise, great sheets all around. I think the theme for this month was really neat, and it brought with it a variety of concepts across a nice spectrum. Nice work!

[King of Padoru]

I think my top 3 would be something like this:

3 points: Arion. In my opinion, Foreigners and Lostbelt Servants are both hard to do, and this is both at the same time. So first place.

2 points: Urshanabi. Mesopotamian Servants are always cool to see, and moreover if they're done this well, plus I'm gay for archaic-like speech.

1 point: Bhima. One of my favorite characters from the Mahabharata. Nuff said.

Honorable mention: "Absolute Zero". Choosing a class that we don't know much about like Watcher is a risky move and I like that.

[Shiki-pon]

My votes are as follows:

3 points: Bhima. Though I’m not that familiar with Mahabharata’s story (Cliff notes is all I’ve gotten around to), the sheet appears to be a very faithful rendition, with some nice insights from his personal viewpoint.
Culinary Genius is a nice addition in the skills section, especially given that that part of Bhima’s legend is something I would’ve personally rolled into a small part of a more general skill. It’s also nice to see a flawed version of Bravery, especially given the fact that it fits the man’s legend.
The Interlude was also fantastic.

2 points: Petsuchos. Nice to see someone taking advantage of the acknowledged fact that Servants just require a legend and a soul, and can thus be animals, machines etc (even if there was apparently a divine intervention involved).
All in all, the sheet is somehow… quaint? Sort of like the early Servants and their respective stats, which of course benefit from nostalgia goggles. There’s still enough to distinguish the sheet as its own thing and give it a more personalized flair.
I’m also fond of the fact that her NP is somewhat unusable/uncontrollable/detrimental, that’s always a nice touch.

1 point: Antoku. A good sheet all around, not lacking in any technical aspects or anything, but… It sorta lacks individuality in my eyes. Still, the Skills and NP are interesting enough, and everything fits the figure pretty well.

Honorable mentions: Jingu, Gajah Mada and. Both were relegated to Honorable mentions mainly due to my personal feelings on a Servant’s number of NPs, in that having three already means one is an extraordinary legend (in a global sort of sense - a main character of their own mythos, essentially), a height these two don’t quite reach. They’re still executed very well, but I feel that the ones I gave points to had more to make them stand out.
Urshanabi on the other hand is an otherwise good sheet, but something, not sure what, didn’t quite make the sheet tick for me.