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Class: Rider
Alternative: Ruler
True Name: Jeanne D’Arc
Alignment: Lawful Good
Source: Historical Fact, Hundred Year war
Parameters
Strength-C+
Endurance-A
Agility-C-
Mana-A-
Luck-C
NP: EX
Passive Skills
Riding-B+
Magic Resistance-A+
Active Skills
Savior’s Triumphant Arrival-A+
With Jeanne came victory and hope for the French where before it was simply one humiliating defeat after another. The sight of her banner galvanized the soldiers on the battlefield to greater deeds and her very presence was like the dawn after a long and brutal night. Bask in her faith masters, they will shine ever onwards into the blackest nights
Divine Advice-C-
Jeanne D’arc was never taught the ways of the tactician but time and time again her advice brought victory for her troops. This wasn’t because of natural talent but instead, she was a mouth piece from the heavens. As a servant, it works similarly to tactians advice but it can only be used so many times a day due to it not being her own skill
Martyr’s Soul-B+
She knew. All along she knew exactly how her life would end. In flames. God had told her what would become of her upon her duty's end, but she hadn’t cared because in her heart it was never about her, it was never about glory, it was never about going to heaven or even being remembered. It was about doing what was right and if that meant burning alive then so be it. Let her burn. She fought for what she believed in, and nothing would ever be able to take that away from her.
This skill works similar to Iron will but instead of simply resisting effects and curses this skill gives her strength and bonus’s to her endurance
Noble Phantasm
Geverah: The seraphim of Flame-EX
The flame of judgement, the face that turns away. That which burns away evil. But evil is subjective to judgement and must be chained appropriately because without such bonds like morality and sympathy it simply becomes strength for strength’s sake. Without pity or judgement, it simply is the strength of monsters. That’s why it cannot be unleashed lightly for even the best of intentions may lead to hell. She may be the only human that could ever truly harness such a power to its fullest extent, she who judged, and she who was judged both times without unleashing the flames of judgement for humanity did not deserve such wrath even as they burned through her country for a petty war, even as they condemned her to die a cruel death. As a servant the horse she rides is not a horse but her own pyre and flames she fights with are the ones that licked her flesh. In activating this phantasm, she takes the form of a burning Angel and taps into the power of this gargantuan force to lay judgement upon the wicked.
Personality
Despite being a saint Jeanne d’arc (Or Joan of Arc (Reluctantly) if her Ruler form is present) is a fiery tomboy whose passion leads to whatever cause she determines is righteous. While normally solid of judgement there has been one person that will piss her off without a doubt. Jeanne D’arc alter. Her very presence will infuriate Jeanne seeing it at best as a betrayal of everything she stood for in life and at worst a “Bloody stinking hypocrite who was never even burned alive, how dare you pervert judgement for you own selfish desires you stupid pile of cowdung!!” (Despite being a holy woman, it should be noted that Jeanne has a very colorful if limited vocabulary, she was after all raised in a barn)
Unlike her ruler self, which is more in line with holiness and God, Rider is very human. She is not afraid to punch someone in the face or berate them. That’s not to say she is mean she simply knows when to draw a line.
If given a chance to wish on the grail she would probably want a nice meal or a chance to farm again. She was rather fond of farming. She is not the most complicated woman.
Relationships
Jeanne D’arc(Ruler):Is this really how they saw us? Huh, I’m honestly not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that
Jeanne D’arc(Alter): “!!!” A few destroyed halls later it was unanimously decided that should never be on the same side of the facility at one time
Gilles(Caster): Gilles… I knew what would happen… Don’t blame them
Gilles(Saber): How are you old friend? Let’s have an ale later yah?
Craft Essence: A view of home
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There was once a young girl who lived on a farm, sometimes in the moonlight she would talk with the ghostly images of saints. They would tell her of the war beyond her home, the people who were hurt and the places just like this that were burned to the ground. They told her of a choice, to live in peace only to see her country fall and the bloodshed continue or to take up a flag and die in agony with the bloodshed ended.
She was sad, one side would lead to the suffering of many, but no one would blame her for refusing but the other would save so many, but she would never see home again, this place that she loved.
In the end there was never a choice. How many people live her would die if she refused to call? how many homes would be burned and ruined if she did nothing? For all the places like this, for all the people like her.
For something she would never see again.
For this view of home.
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Originally Posted by Wyvern
