Creator's notesIt's funny how there's a Henry Plantagenet sheet here, because this one is also a figure from the One Hundred Years Wars... But I swear it's a coincidence! I created her for a RPG, but ended up not using her for a variety of reasons. Still, I liked her concept, so it was always in my mind to eventually revamp her and bring this character here.
There is not many information about her in the internet so I'm afraid you might think she does not have too much basis to begin with... I actually ended up purchasing a book just so I could research her story more. (And I read about all sorts of interesting characters too, so I might be inspired to try them in the future!)
Anyway, this is just meaningless babble in the end. I hope you guys like her!
“I will kill all of them for that―I still know how yet, but one day I will. And when that happens, I will make them regret not having crushed me when they had the chance.”
Avenger
― THE FALLEN PRINCESS ―
Class: Avenger
Other Classes: Saber
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: France
Height: 168 cm | 5'6''
Weight: 50 kg | 110,2 lbs
Natural Enemy: Louis II of Orange
Attribute: Man
Traits: Humanoid, Servant, Female, Weak to Enuma Elish
STRENGTH
ENDURANCE
AGILITY
MANA
LUCK
NOBLE PHANTASM
Class Skillsavenger: A-
A way of being that became a Skill.
While in life she was known to be relentless, such is not exactly the case for Servant Avenger; because she had very clear targets in mind that are no longer alive, her resentment is said to be dormant. By no means lighter, but rather, directionless.
oblivion correction: A
Hate is a cold fire that gives no warmth; yet, it burns brighter and stronger than anything. The last insult, it shall never be forgotten, and it shall never be forgiven.
self-restoration (mana): C
Despite coming from a time where magic no longer retained its mystery, Avenger still recovers a moderate amount of magical energy every turn thanks to that sheer stubbornness in refusing to die a second time before seeing things through to the end.
A surge of magical power that will continue to exist until her revenge has been truly accomplished…
LoreAt the height of the Hundred Years’ War, one woman gets recognized by History itself in a strange and remarkable kind of way: she was princess Marguerite de Bressieux, and she hunted rapists.
Born as a noblewoman of French origin and of Anjou blood, she was described by her peers as a girl with “the beauty of a swan and the voice of a nightingale.” In a time where war took entire towns by storm, she could only worry about the safety of her father, Georges de Bressieux, and his people as she lived in sheltered protection in her castle. She was said to know when messages from the battlefield came from her father because of her sharp sixth sense, always expecting the news before anyone came by horse to deliver them; the fact would always impress her ladies-in-waiting.
Her happy and innocent days came to an end at one fateful day, when the Sun descended to her fortress, scorching her everything in its wake...
After being hurt in battle, Georges was brought home to heal with a small entourage, leaving much of the soldiers backs in the frontlines. A tactical mistake, his younger self might had noticed, but he was far too old and too scared of death to truly grasp the implications of what he did; nevertheless, upon knowing that, the Prince of Orange, Louis II de Chalon-Arlay, knew that there was no better time to attack. And so, as Marguerite felt something in the wind announcing changes approaching, a siege took the castle by surprise, conquering it in less than a week.
Marguerite watched her father, her tutor, the kind chef who always gave her fresh baked bread whenever she asked for it, the master of arms―and even the young stable boy that dreamed of marry one of her lady in waiting, a fact they shared under the covers as they giggled―have their throats slit and their corpses disrespected as they were trash. She could only tremble in fear as the soldiers, then, turned their eyes to the women and forced them all to endure what she later described as, “the last insult.”
In the year of 1430, Raoul de Gaucourt’s army had just received twelve additional warriors. They all wore helmets adorned with silver tears. When asked to introduce the group, the leader unmasked himself and revealed to be a now adult Marguerite who refused to accept the fate of a captive princess that could be promised (with her lands) as a reward to any good vassal of Louis II, accompanied by the few survivors of her castle’s siege. Burying her parents and leaving all the familiarity behind felt like a lifetime ago, and she now had a clear mission: she asked for no more than to have their justice. They all were gathered under the same banner...
“Though our bodies might be weak, our hearts are strong and bent upon nothing but vengeance. We are victims of the most degrading outrage, and we aspire to wash it out in blood,” she declared, with the same confidence that seized the heart of her women with the most profound admiration.
Raoul, despite recognizing the reality of war―a place made for men, where no women should dare to enter―allowed them to join his forces, and they proved to be formidable allies. During campaigns, they proved their value; and, from time to time, when they recognized a certain soldier from better days, they would unmask themselves before brutally murdering them, so they knew exactly that their sins have finally caught up to them.
When Marguerite’s time finally came and she was mortally wounded in the battlefield, she died surrounded by the women who endured hell with her, who pledged their souls to the same demon. She was later buried with all the military honors reserved to men.
――And yet, her soul knew no peace.
There were still men out there left unpunished.
Louis II died at his castle at Nozeroy on December of 1463. Some believe that, before he closed his eyes for the last time, he could swear he saw, for the briefest of moments, a phantom of his past…
Personal Skillscorruption (avenger): A
The condition of being an Avenger in detriment of any other Class; a hate so strong it seeped into her very core. Because her revenge tale is the sole reason she is a footnote in history, if summoned in a Class different from the one she is supposed to be placed originally, Class Skills are to become corrupted and suffer severe downgrades. It seems that the “Avenger” Class Skill will always be an active Class Skill, no matter where...
Since she is currently in her best Class, this Skill has yet to be activated.
decadent flower: B
If a beautiful princess must be protected, then for a fallen princess what remains is――
Instead of a charismatic nature that brings and attracts people to oneself, hers is a tragic presence that constantly exudes the allure of a rebel soul. She is a romantic figure who went up against all the odds and championed the weak; therefore, it is not a stretch to say that Schadenfreude is a powerful player in the her story, as a girl who had it all and yet, in the end lost everything. She will never be helped, not while her story is the embodiment of all what humanity likes to see: tragedy and despair, loss and resilience, hope and love. The only one who can save her is herself.
Although this Skill seems to attract the amusement of others at her own suffering as if it is her personal brand, it also seems to strangely bring her close to like-minded individuals, rebel souls capable of understanding the true depths of grief; perhaps, that is a reflex of that former group of survivors that she commanded.
sixth sense: C
A variant of the Eye of the Mind personal Skill, but rather than useful only for battle purposes in order to feel the best course of action during a battle as to consider all possibilities to escape from a predicament, this Skill encompasses other properties as well.
As per said in an old anecdote, Avenger was said to feel “the changing tides” coming. As such, it became such a Skill: a form of extrasensory perception that can acquire information by means independent of any previous experience she had. But, naturally, it can only be used passively; i.e., she cannot choose what specific information she will receive from her surroundings. Furthermore, at this Rank, she cannot rationally comprehend the entirety of the information she obtains.
the last insult: A++
The most cowardly, most degrading outrage―this Skill is the crystalized hate of a fallen princess. It can, in a sense, be considered a variant of the Mad Enhancement Class Skill that Berserkers are known for.
When she stands before an enemy who is also a male individual (or one she recognizes as such), her reason blows away, as she will necessarily see them all as “perpetrators.” As her hate gushes out in a flood of primal rage, a surge of power grants a temporary boost to all of Avenger’s Parameters. There is the real possibility that even male allies, should they commit an act that displeases her, will trigger this extreme reaction out of her.
Furthermore, in a proper Holy Grail War, if a Saber Class Servant has yet to be summoned, the hate sublimated by this Skill is so intense that there is a chance that her own existence can become the catalysis necessary to summon a certain man…
Noble PhantasmThat What was Dreamed at Last, a Flower of Chaos
Ainsi tu Seras
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1m~3m
Max. number of targets: 1
“Thus, you shall be.” A cursed promise. A vow for tomorrow.
A Noble Phantasm that that embodies the concept that punishment will always come for those that deserve it, no matter how much time passes.
A single strike from her weapon that is able to sap away the life of a foe with a powerful curse of maleficence―after all, the justice of Men is a feeble-headed, foolish mistress; the justice of the Heavens is absolute, and it demands the fair price to be satisfied… A soul for a soul, a life for a life.
With the strike, as if the enemy is a broken glass that drips water indefinitely, their lifeforce will “return to nothingness.” Despite existing ways of delaying its effects―as in, sucking the lifeforce out of other sources, such as another human being, or being supplied additional Mana, in the case of a Servant―the “leak” is still there, and will never go away. It is a Noble Phantasm that relies in the long-term effects, gradually weakening a foe until he is no more than a despairing husk aware of their own mortality. Justice, after all, is not always swift, but is always cruelly just.
The effects of this attack will linger even after her passing, ensuring that, no matter what, the one that was strike down by her technique will follow her to Hell――this time, surely… All of them will…
Furthermore, it deals increased damage if the target is of the male gender.
Coincidentally, it seems that the original effects of this Noble Phantasm were about the evocation of her army, all of them pseudo-Servants with their own Parameters, that would all deal individual slashes that would together become the curse that weights down on an enemy―but, because Avenger could never disturb the peaceful slumber of her companions, she modified her own trump card so that she would be an one-woman army instead.
Character
Likes: Pastries, Small animals, Poetry.
Dislikes: Men, Crowded places, Revealing outfits.
Talents: Holding grudges and shower singing. (“T-that’s not true! I’m also really good at needlework!” Oh, that...)
A woman of contrasts.
A fallen princess who never lost her majesty.
Despite killing enemies vigorously and relentlessly in the battlefield, her true self is one of a girl with a kind smile and an easygoing personality. That she is still able to feel happiness even after everything, it is a testament of her inner strength―and yet, there is humbleness in her, enough for her to admit that, “she could never do any of that without the support of her friends.” Unabashedly, unashamedly, she proclaims her true feelings whenever fancy strikes her.
With a kindness born from the deepest pain, she shows no empathy or mercy towards enemies―but her allies would always remember her for her smile and her unrelenting faith in them. She is, after all, the woman who arouse those scared and broken survivors and made them into a fine squad.
“Of course I believe in your strength. Aren’t you alive right here, right now? Isn’t that enough proof?”, she asks, because for Avenger, that is a given. If people are alive, they are always changing, and they are always perfecting themselves. Truth to be told, this thought also fills her with the thrill of the hunt, but you shouldn’t dwell too much on it. She’s a weird girl like that…
It also seems that she will always be on guard if her Master is a man… And, as much as she is grateful that her Master is supporting her quest for revenge, she will never let him forget, through her actions, that he is still “a part of the problem.”
If one comes close to her core just enough, they might hear about her true wish: she wants to be forgotten. She only wishes to be free from the grasp of the ghosts of her past. Forgotten by History itself, and perhaps, even by her own Master. A wish born from that single memory, that strange feeling that took home in her heart as she lay dying in the grass―that maybe… Just maybe… There was something else that she...
Such a dirty body, a dirty soul and a disgraced history――those are burdens far too great for a single human being to carry. Despite appearing to be strong, her wish is one of a tired girl who just wants to rest. But, as long as she exists in the memory of the people, she will never attain peace…
“So, if you love me, Master, you’ll let me go.” She still smiles, because this is everything she knows what to do. If she ever stopped smiling, she’d break.
“But do not worry―I will only leave after knowing you are the last man standing.”
It is her solemn promise.
This time, she will not die halfway through.