Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on May 31, 2018 2:39:54 GMT
Mage App:
Nationality: Singaporean-Chinese/Prussian
Appearance: Hazel hair cut into a short bob with black at the roots, surrounding a round face with slightly pink cheeks. They have a wide smile, soft “droopy/sleepy” eyes of grey so dark as to be black, and a short, scrawny, malnourished frame. They wear a black semi-casual suit jacket with tactical pockets sewn on as well as a cat hoodie which they wear at all times. Underneath, they wear a blue hawaiian shirt. They wear dark-grey long, flowing pants and worn sneakers with velcroes instead of laces. They also wear nightvision goggles when it’s night.
Personality: Unintentional is always smiling, no matter what may happen. They are a disgusting child who should never have been born. They have a bright and sunny disposition and a wealth of empathy. They’re always gentle, yet sunny in everything they do. Because they’re the villain. They will always cry when someone else is hurt, and it will come from the heart. They crave human companionship. They hate being touched. They’re capable of winning and that is why they are fated.
Backstory: The child was born in our facility in China to two of our volunteers. we have used every means at our disposal. they have survived numerous surgeries.
Psychological status is… concerning. They will frequently vomit, urinate and begin crying. Low capacity for inflicting violence on others, low pain threshold of their own. Incompetent.
Other: Really good with knives. They keeps plenty of serrated blade knives in their pockets.
Motivation for Fighting: If they get the grail, they’re going to end the entire world.
Servant App:
Gender: Male
Appearance: This man with wide and sunken eyes and a smug yet sunken smile, his cloak is dyed in the black of starry night but for the white that hems them and the sharp red tips of its raised collar. His hair has been slicked back (or so attempted) yet remains ruthlessly unruly, it pokes out in two clear tufts from ‘neath the grey-speckled dark red canterbury cap atop his head. A crows feather is in its back. His moustache has gone white with age (though the ends remain dyed in black), yet his thin and bony face fills that timeless gap ‘tween young and old, its ends point upwards in sharp points. He is tall, unnaturally so, which only highlights how his clothes seem to hang off him. Underneath the robes, he wears a red suit with a white lily tucked into the lapel. Its sleeves are ruffled and white, but remain slightly torn. His pants are of similar ilk, held with a leather belt with loops to hold small rough hessian sashes. An ornate necktie made of shining golden silk swings loosely, worn roughly, around his neck. On his spider-like hands are red silk gloves that are marked and stained with ink. He carries with him a long black staff that seems almost more like a long magicians cane, and a large thick book bound in black leather and written in red fluid. From his stance, there is the air of a vicious showman that bellies his entire being, yet from his minor hunch it feels almost as if he is being pulled back by forces unknown.
Personality: An inhuman aloofness, and a breadth of wisdom.
Weapons and Abilities: The staff is mainly for show, honestly. But it could be a good beating stick.