Kaito Kuroba 黒羽快斗 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whiteofcrime) wrote2015-06-03 01:38 am
whiteofcrime) wrote2015-06-03 01:38 am
AU snippets
Fate/Stay AU
Role/s: Caster [MAIN]; Archer (firearms), Rider (vehicles)
Catalyst/s: Monocle, top hat, cape, card gun (or one of the edged card ammo for it), the full moon(?)
Noble Phantasm: Pandora gem, an item which has since become as much a myth as Kaitou Kid has become legend. It can manifest as a physical object but its default state is buried in his heart. Passive effects include a slightly faster than usual regeneration rate and also renders him immune to death unless he is either struck through the heart or the physical gem is shattered. His life force is tied to the gem.
He can also choose to hold the gem to the full moon and let it weep red tears. Anyone who drinks these will share in his invulnerable characteristics until pierced through the heart. This can only be done once. The gem will no longer glow red under moonlight once it has wept.
Stats:
Skills:
Lesser skills:
Drabble prompt
He knew without looking at the cloud-obscured sky that it was the night of the full moon.
In a wind-blasted radius, the remains of his Master's magic circle were charred marks in the grassy field. He was on one knee in the midst of it, slender fingers braced in the dirt as his gaze fell upon the face of his summoner. The peak of his hood - he belatedly realised that he was heavily cloaked - shadowed the Servant's deep blue eyes. Those eyes flicked to the red markings on the back of the summoner's hand (his Master) then back up to gauge what manner of person had called an erratic 'hero' as himself for the fight ahead.
Slowly, he stood.
The cape was voluminous. It masked everything that might give him away: the eyes, the wild hair, the daredevil grin. It masked the white suit he wore beneath as well, but it could not hide the soft, red glow which haloed him upon the moon's emergence. It touched his eyes as well, turning the blue wells into amethysts which sparkled as playfully as the child he was at heart.
He inclined his head. "I," he began, "am Caster. Are you my Master?"
(Link to chants.)
Role/s: Caster [MAIN]; Archer (firearms), Rider (vehicles)
Catalyst/s: Monocle, top hat, cape, card gun (or one of the edged card ammo for it), the full moon(?)
Noble Phantasm: Pandora gem, an item which has since become as much a myth as Kaitou Kid has become legend. It can manifest as a physical object but its default state is buried in his heart. Passive effects include a slightly faster than usual regeneration rate and also renders him immune to death unless he is either struck through the heart or the physical gem is shattered. His life force is tied to the gem.
He can also choose to hold the gem to the full moon and let it weep red tears. Anyone who drinks these will share in his invulnerable characteristics until pierced through the heart. This can only be done once. The gem will no longer glow red under moonlight once it has wept.
Stats:
- Strength: C
- Endurance: D
- Agility: B
- Mana: B
- Luck: A
Skills:
- Magic Resistance (B+) - Unaffected by most tiers of magic but will still feel some effects from higher class Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. Even then, this does not really affect his ability to perform.
Obfuscation (A) - Drops to B once detected. He is almost impossible to detect when preparing a surprise attack and also has minimal presence when walking visibly. - Riding (B) - Able to use all manner of vehicles competently.
- Sharp-shooting (C+) - Accuracy with various fire-arms, but most especially his own (B).
- Shape-shifting (A+) - Perfect copy of the original
Lesser skills:
- Fortitude - Reinforces his Magic Resistance, rendering him difficult to sway through magical means.
- Collector - Has a knack for finding jewels.
- Natural genius
- Familiar (Doves)
- Miracle - Just small ones.
Drabble prompt
He knew without looking at the cloud-obscured sky that it was the night of the full moon.
In a wind-blasted radius, the remains of his Master's magic circle were charred marks in the grassy field. He was on one knee in the midst of it, slender fingers braced in the dirt as his gaze fell upon the face of his summoner. The peak of his hood - he belatedly realised that he was heavily cloaked - shadowed the Servant's deep blue eyes. Those eyes flicked to the red markings on the back of the summoner's hand (his Master) then back up to gauge what manner of person had called an erratic 'hero' as himself for the fight ahead.
Slowly, he stood.
The cape was voluminous. It masked everything that might give him away: the eyes, the wild hair, the daredevil grin. It masked the white suit he wore beneath as well, but it could not hide the soft, red glow which haloed him upon the moon's emergence. It touched his eyes as well, turning the blue wells into amethysts which sparkled as playfully as the child he was at heart.
He inclined his head. "I," he began, "am Caster. Are you my Master?"
(Link to chants.)