Bedwyr (Servant Rider)

FULL NAME: //Bedwyr Bedrydant
OTHER ALIAS: //Bedivere, The One-Handed Knight, The Man With Perfect Sinews
CURRENT AGE: // Twenty-Six
YEAR OF BIRTH: //Unknown
GENDER: //Male Maybe
ALIGNMENT: //Lawful Good
OCCUPATION: //Knight



APPEARANCE: //Hates to not be able to ride (Read as take spirit form). However he will not disguise himself when riding as a normal human when he does some and instead will wear even his white surcoat.

HEIGHT: //6'1
WEIGHT: //155 pounds
EYE COLOR: //Grey
HAIR COLOR: //Blonde
PIERCINGS: //Two Ruby Earrings
TATTOOS: //None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: //If one does not notice the height, looks like a woman. Does not purposely go out of his way to create this effect, however.

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• Unrelated Matters:
  
  • Despite being lawful good Bedwyr will not act outside his jurisdiction or orders, not one hair, unless told to take initiative. If told to take initiative, or allowed to act freely, then the Good part of him comes out. He also is very reluctant to teach.
  
  
• Attached:
  
  • However when Bedwyr grows to know someone he will accept their life as one close to his own, and seeing them injured or swamped under will often make him fly off into a rage, making constant tactical mistakes.
  
  
• Dedicated:
  
  • Bedwyr will serve his master faithfully, even if the act is slightly askew with his alignment. This allows him to be party to many plans that another knight would react in disgust too. He does not hold others to his code of honour, only himself.
  
  
• Valiant Knight
  
  • : Bedwyr will disadvantage himself if his opponent is disadvantage physically. He has to fight fair. While he will be a party to trapping the opponent (See Dedicated) he will often decrease his own abilities to match his damaged opponent.
  
  
• Bishonen:
  
  • Even Bedwyrs’s voice is deceptively feminine, and while he doesn’t go out of his way to appear as a woman, he has stopped bothering trying to dissuade people he just meets that he is not female. He just likes the long hair ok?
  
  
  

LIKES: //

ARTURIA Riding, Seeing the other side of a hill he has never seen before, nature (reminds him of Arturia), mechanical work (Current Age Only, This would have been taking care of horses in his own age), Fighting another rider would be his highest form of enjoyment.
DISLIKES: //Staying in one place, being lied to, insulting his liege, not being able to ride things
STRENGTHS: //
Hand to Hand Combat (While riding).
Avoiding Long range weapons (Moves fast + protection from arrows)
No prana loss while not riding.

WEAKNESSES: //
Unable to actually summon a mount. Despite the fact that he is a rider, he has no noble beast associated with him.
Only has one hand.
Hand to Hand combat (While not riding).
Prana drain while riding (Combat only) is heavy on the master.
Frontload Damage (He can't do it)

MY LEGEND: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedivere
MY HISTORY: //: A world without equal, led by a Paragon. That is the start of all my history that matters, and The end of my history that matters ends with her death.

I was a squire at a young age, famed for my skill with riding. I never owned a single horse throughout my Lifetime, however. Each boon that was granted to me I turned away, gave to another. I only had my eyes on one thing, one boon that I would accept. A seat at the table of equals.

I gained fame as a knight, as a rider who did not even use the reigns to control his horse. I was compared to a centaur many times, and men sought me out for training. I turned every man down, until one short rider came to me, garbed heavily in armour. His voice was soft and commanding. He asked me why I had turned down every man to be trained, forcibly rebuked them even.
I responded that I was not searching to be a teacher, and told the man of my goals. To serve my king at his side. To become the greatest of knights. To stand beside him in battle. Above All to know and believe in the man, the eternal king. To be a comrade, a… friend of the man.

The man laughed at that. What need would a king have of friends? That one was said particularly harshly. How did he serve his king truly by not teaching his skills, letting men die because he wanted his own goal to come to fruition? He claimed selflessness in his giving up of gifts, but was truly selfish.

I grew angry at this knight, and threw my gauntlet to the ground. The other knight smiled, obviously seeing this coming, goading me into this challenge.

Passes at arms on horseback it would be. He took a cavalry sword from a nearby man. Many were already placing wagers on me winning the fight with the brash knight.

Our lances shattered square on the other’s shield, and we both drew blades. The knight was a doughty fighter but I dismounted him, and asked if he would yield, as a man on foot against a knight would stand no chance.

He refused.

It was here I was taught a humiliating lesson in ground combat as the man proceeded to dismount me, and then forced me to yield, his bare sword point at my neck.

“Do you admit your faults? Will you serve your king by teaching? Will you serve truly?”

Would I? This man had beaten me in fair combat, and I had given my word.

“Yes.” I said with the truth swelling in my voice.

“Then rise, Sir Bedwyr, and serve your king” The small knight took off his helmet, revealing the boyish face of the king.

Everyone fell to their knees, and I looked away. I had fought the king in a trial at arms! Thrown my gauntlet at him! I did not rise.

“Rise, Bedwyr, and take the seat among equals. I can hear the truth in your voice.” I cautiously rose, still fearful.

“I will live to serve, my king.” My voice trembled.

Two days later I was in the reflectory, praying for fifteen hours before the king would lay his blessed blade across my shoulders. My life seemed worthless as I looked back on it in the reflectory. The king had been right. What I had done until that point was self-serving, to give myself glory I turned down glory. I would dedicate my life to my king.

And I did. I rode beside him, commanded his cavalry, led his banner into war against the Saxons, as one by one my fellows at the round table died around me. But I still served my king. When Lancelot fought against her I stood by her side. It was here I lost my left hand, Arondight slicing it from my body. I still served my king. When Galahad left to recover Avalon, I served my king. I grew closer to her, learned her worries, and began to admire her even more.

Until she was reft from this world.

At an insignificant hill called Camlann, a hill now burned to my memory like Golgotha. She was struck by an accursed traitor knight, and upon seeing this I cut my way to her side, My horse moving with my thoughts alone, fighting better than I ever had two handed. I carried her wounded body away to a nearby grove, untainted by battle.

I had rudimentary skills in healing at best, Perhaps I could ride to call Merlin, he would be able to do something.

“Bedwyr…” I heard my name being called by the dying king, looking as young as when I had first seen her.

“Bedwyr…” Again her voice. I dismounted.

“Yes my king?” My voice was touched with tears.

“Throw my sword into the lake.”

I glanced at her, as she offered me the weapon, its pure light fading. I only responded that I could. I served my king.
I rode aimlessly, and came to a small vale I had never seen before, with the most beautiful lake I had ever laid eyes upon. My hands gripped the hilt of my king’s sword. But I could not throw it into the lake, she would die the moment I did.

I rode back to my king. I told her I had thrown the sword into the lake as she wished.

“What did you see, Bedwyr?”

“There was a splash, my king, as your sword sunk into the waters.”

“Bedwyr, throw my sword into the lake.” She said again.

Once again I rode, this time towards Camelot, towards Merlin. But I ended up in the same vale as before. I gripped the hilt of that beautiful blade and almost through it in from my king’s command. But once again I knew she would die as it sunk, and so I returned to Arturia.

The same thing happened, and she commanded me to throw it in the lake once more. This time I but turned around and I was in the vale. The sword was once again in my hands. But I could not serve my king in this.

I would serve her. I would serve her, not some crown, not some office, not some glory.

I would serve her.

And I tossed Excalibur into the lake. By some divine mystery, a watery hand reached up and grabbed the blade from the air, pulling it to the depths.

I was the last knight to still serve my king. I still served her, not the crown any longer, but her.

I returned her body to Merlin, who told me she would return to this world, when the world would accept her back.

That is what I fight for, to serve her when she returns to lead this world to paradise.

MY GOALS: //To serve a reborn Arturia.

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NOBLE PHANTASM: //
True Knight
Title: The World Is A Stable
Type: Support
Rank: A++
Range: Support
Targets: N/A
Bedwyr has no noble beast. However the ability to ride is so ingrained in him, that anything rideable he rides will become noble phantasm itself, responding to his thoughts, and far outperforming what it could normally do. These ridable objects are not on the same level as noble beasts, and as such are still destructable. He gains the knowledge of how to operate and modify anything he can ride when he enters the age he is summoned in. If the rideable object has any attached weapon they will not be noble phantasms, instead they will remain normal weaponry. Note that this skill does not work with Flying Vehicles (He can still ride them, but they will not act as a noble phantasm.)

The actual mechanics vary based on the vehicle, a motorized vehicle such as a car or motorcycle, as well as living steeds will become similar to a rank B noble phantasm. Something such as a bicycle will be a rank E or D noble phantasm.

Will Of The One-Handed
Title: Home Is The Stirrups.
Type: Support
Rank: A
Range: Support
Targets: Self
When Riding, Bedwyr’s stats are greatly increased (This has to be willingly activated) (See below for stats). This Drains prana at a rapid rate, similar to beserking.

Spatharius
Title: Calvary Sword
Type: Anti-Personnel
Rank: E
Range: Sword
Targets: 1 Opponent.
The only trait this blade has, other than being unbreakable in standard servant combat, is it can lengthen or shorten based on what Bedwyr is riding.

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CLASS ABILITIES: //
Riding A:

All creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

SKILLS: //

Protection From Arrows C:

Increased defense against ranged attacks by predicting the projectile trajectory through exceptional means such as hearing the sound of air being cut or sensing the killing intent of the enemy. This has lower defense increase than rank B.

Military Tactics C:

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.

Specifically an enemies Anti-Army Noble Phantasm will recieve one minus rank (a - not C to D). If Bedwyr had an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm it would give it a plus modifier.

Eternal Riding Mastership B:

Prevents degradation of riding skills when under the effect of mental hindrance.

Mastership of riding arts has reached the point of being said to be among the best in their era. By merging of mind, body and technique, all penalties from mental interference are decreased by half. Only works while riding.

Charisma C:

The talent to lead an army.

Leadership at the level of a General or Governor.



Unmounted

STRENGTH: //D+
ENDURANCE: //D
AGILITY: //C+
MANA: //D+
LUCK: //D
NOBLE PHANTASM: //A++

Mounted

STRENGTH: //B+
ENDURANCE: //C
AGILITY: //A+
MANA: //D+
LUCK: //D
NOBLE PHANTASM: //A++

[/font][/font][/b]Aela
FACE CLAIM: //Canon Bedivere
OTHER CHARACTERS: //Aela
MISC. INFORMATION: //Feel free to pick apart my Arturia!King characterization, I know its terrible.

The recent edit was permitted by Ilya, things changed were: Lowered Military Tactics a rank.
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