Post by Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye on Sept 28, 2013 11:23:52 GMT -5
Berserker
"How much are you willing to bet that you can beat me?"
"How much are you willing to bet that you can beat me?"
OTHER ALIAS: // Sigurðr ormr í auga, Snake Eye, Sigu
CURRENT AGE: // 19
YEAR OF BIRTH: // 846
GENDER: // Female
ALIGNMENT: // True Neutral / Neutral Insane
OCCUPATION: // Warrior
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Battle stance!
All images under this are without mask.
The mask comes off~
You want to see my eye? OK… Here. (that’s definitely a snake)
Fighting in rage
Alternative weapon~!
I-I-I was never, um, n-never planning to, uh, marry…
HEIGHT: // 1.65m / 5’5’’
WEIGHT: // 55kg / 121lbs
EYE COLOR: // Blue
HAIR COLOR: // Blue
PIERCINGS: // None
TATTOOS: // None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: // Blue hair, distinguished clothes and sword, and obviously the snake actually in her eye. The mask she sometimes wears to cover her eye.
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- Naturally Independent
- This is a girl who stands on her own two legs. All her life, she’s been expected to live as a Viking should be expected to. That is, a male Viking. Due to her eye apparently being a mark of the hero she was raised like a hero in the making, and as such she grew up to be a confident, headstrong and stubborn individual who can defy you just for the sake of defying you just as quickly as she follows your lead because it sounds fun. Or in worst case she drags you along herself.
- Emotional Fountain
- If she’s having fun one day, hope it stays. She’s very honest to all her normal emotions (baring one), not afraid of dashing off in excitement or laughing happily at a joyful situation or crying upon feeling sadness or acting out her anger in case she feels it. Also, she’s one of those people who can have fun while fighting without problem. She doesn’t fear death. If she did, she hadn’t been able to come this far. She’s faced many deaths, hardships and joyful times, and she intends to live each and every single day to her fullest until she dies. Which could be any day.
- Gambling Warrior
- … That said, do not underestimate her. By common comparison, she’s a warrior that takes risks. Constantly. She doesn’t shy away from 50% chance of death. Berserker stares danger in the eye each day and fights on in rage or joy depending on the occasion. The amount of risks she takes often surprises her opponents that often underestimate her. To count those who died before they realized what kind of girl they were facing would take forever, as they’re uncountable. Many doesn’t even realize they are facing a famous murderer they know and fear because they imagined someone extremely different. Maybe here, on the field of battle where everyone are heroes of legend, will she finally stop being underestimated?
- Selective Morality
- To her, battle is just something that happens. People die a lot, she cries a lot when those she cares about dies but it never occurred to her to stop killing. It is as natural part of the world as that women should stay home and be good wives. … Well, except for herself. She’s the exception, and everybody who argued with her lead was free to attempt defeating her. Hint, they lost. And it doesn’t matter if someone dies… Well, except for if they’re humiliated and tortured before death, so they don’t die in battle. Now that kind of action drives her mad, she’d never do something so depraved herself. … Except to someone who she hates. There’s a lot of good morals she easily follows like a good person, and yet a whole lot she just seems like she never realized they exist along with a lot of exceptions. You’ll learn just how she thinks if you spend enough time around her.
- Romantic Allergy
- The Grail has turned her back to her finest hour, and that is the hour where she took her vengeance with full power. … Which is also the time when she was a girl in her late teens, and that has several consequences. As a girl, she’s very romantically sensitive and will grow an intense blush from the even slightest of enticement. Having been feared most of her life, she has far more experience with people crawling begging for their lives than hitting on her. This has rendered her weak to such influence. She can survive jokes or compliments, but as soon as someone arranges the atmosphere to come around…
”oh god, she’s a tsundere” – Grandpa (Beo) in OOC-box
LIKES: //
Her family~
Combat~!
Thrills~!
The sea~
Meat and Mead~!
DISLIKES: //
Um… Dislike? I don’t know. What do I dislike? I suppose I get pretty mad if you kill someone in my family, but that’s part of life, right…?
Except if they’re tortured and denied a proper death. That’s disgusting.
Oh. Getting my emotions teased.
Having my things taken from me, especially this… *pokes the hair-ornament*
And having to follow someone I don’t want to follow.
STRENGTHS: //
A competent warrior and a risk-taker to say the least, Berserker enjoys her battles and there’s no risk of her getting cold feet. She’s unpredictable, slightly fast and overall a well-balanced fighter that you can surely depend on in your time of need.
WEAKNESSES: //
… Right, you know that part about being a “risk-taker”? She doesn’t always profit from it. Sometimes she trusts too much onto dumb luck and doesn’t make much of a plan as she charges in. And, unfortunately, she’s a relatively minor hero and as such is weaker than a lot of the other Servants present in the Holy Grail War. Such is the consequences of not being the absolute best.[/font][/ul]
Some of my tale is in my mother’s tale.
Some in an enemy’s wiki-page under “Ragnar Lodbrok's saga”
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MY HISTORY: // Eh… You want to hear my history? Are you sure about that? You’re not going to be impressed. At all. You’d probably much rather have a more well-known or powerful hero than me. … But very well, then. Here I go.
My story begins even before I was born. You see, my mother was Aslaug, daughter of Sigurd Fafnesbane and Brynhildr the Shieldmaiden. She had, through a series of events, had her name changed to Kraka (meaning “Crow” in proper language) and had become the wife of another famous individual, Ragnar Lodbrok the Viking King, my father. As you might gather, I have a lot of names to live up to. It just so happened that my father thought my mother was just an astoundingly beautiful woman, not special in any other way. When he was offered a political marriage by the King of Sweden, a man named Eysteinn Beli (actually “Östen Illråde” in the proper language, last name literally meaning “Bad Rule”, quite the omen), to marry his daughter. Seeing this as a chance he couldn’t pass up, my father Ragnar intended to divorce my mother and marry this princess of Sweden called Ingeborg (literally meaning “No Castle”, as in that he’d gain no castle by marrying her, the hidden meanings just continue to pile up…).
But a few birds heard this and decided to tell Kraka, who had inherited the ability to talk to birds from her father. This didn’t sit too well with my mother. That time, Kraka decided, was the proper time to tell Ragnar that the woman he had taken as his wife and had children with (a LOT of brothers AND sisters) was in fact Aslaug, daughter of Sigurd Fafnesbane. To prove it, the son that was due was going to be born with a snake in his eye as a sign of the power which flowed through the line of Fafnesbane. And then I was born, and as she had said I was born with the sign, a snake, the ouroboros, a special eye to confirm my linage. … Well, I was a girl, so I guess they only assumed I would be a guy and… yeah. I mean, she even named me Sigurd. Oh, well. Seeing how the daughter of the legend beat the daughter of the king, my father Ragnar stuck with my mom. Good choice. I mean, it didn’t give him any of the titles or power that marrying the Swedish Princess would have, but he’d have died a lot sooner. My mom’s scaaaaaaaaaaary when she’s mad. Unfortunately, Eysteinn the King was less than amused by this.
A few years after, three in fact, Eysteinn cornered two of my brothers and attacked the two of them and their men with a third of the Swedish army while the rest attacked my father’s lands at different places. Eysteinn apparently had an invulnerable magic cow called Sibilja which bellow caused his foes to fight among themselves… Weird stuff. The two brothers of mine died, and the rest were too frightened of that stupid cow to properly fight back. So it took ME, a three year old young girl, to tell them to get up and fight to raise their spirits again. … I apparently held a speech of some kind which included that I was going to defeat them all myself if I had to. I don’t actually remember it, I was so small, but apparently I was so cute that my brothers just couldn’t say no and went and attacked the king and his cow. And won. It took an army or so to do it, but we crushed the beast and killed Eysteinn and made one of my brothers king in his stead. And it was all thanks to MY speech! They were about to give up, it took ME to get them back into line! All thanks to me! Not to mention, three year old me obviously took part of the fight, too! Hmpf!
Then I grew up. There’s not much to tell while I grew up. Some of my brothers adventured far and wide. Others stayed where they were as kings. I accompanied my father to some Russia to train. He taught me to fight, how to raid, how to be a Viking. My gender really didn’t matter, I had been born with the mark proving me to be the granddaughter of Sigurd Fafnesbane. Yeah, big name. Apparently that was my free-ticket to being favored in a male-dominated society. Anyone who objected had to answer to the Viking King himself and later to me, so. Well, if they wanted to I always let them challenge my authority, it was so fun to see their faces when they lost. Anyways. Having learned how to fight, I raided places on my own and with my father. Hey, I was born a Viking, it should be expected. Everything was fine, until one day, we siblings Ragnarssons heard that our father had been killed. Tortured by being thrown into a pit of serpents by the tyrant king Ælla of Northumbria. Finally died, while screaming in pain and speaking about his offspring…
Rage got us. We’re Vikings, we don’t hold our anger back. The pain of the knife I didn’t realize I was driving into my leg so deep I touched the bone didn’t even register due to the rage I was feeling. Ever heard of the Great Heathen Army which invaded England in 865 AD? Yeah, that was us. In rage, we amassed as huge an army we could and invaded. We killed. We overruled all who opposed us. I killed. I raided. There wasn’t anything noble about what I did as leader of this army, I murdered and destroyed the homes of all those I passed. I apparently became known as a male, since any person who saw my true gender died before he could tell anyone else. I was a paragon of vengeance, destroying all who stood before me. With us we carried the Raven Banner, a banner depicting one of Odin’s ravens, and by the unnatural powers of my sisters (yeah, I had such too) the raven on the Raven Banner would either wave its wings or fall motionless, foretelling for us our fortune in the battle ahead. Taking its advice, we were near unstoppable.
Finally we caught Ælla as we destroyed his army. But we didn’t allow him no painless death, no. We preformed the Blood Eagle. You know what that is? No? It is the act of cutting out the ribs of the victim, dragging them out by the spine while going to lengths to keep the subject alive. The ribs are broken, and then hung out behind him so they resemble blood-stained wings. He looked really cute with wings. And then… then we pulled out the lungs out of the very same wounds we took out the ribs from, and then stuff the wounds with salt. Now… now that’s a death worthy of our vengeance. But it wasn’t enough. The Great Heathen Army wasn’t satisfied. The trail of vengeance through England continued for eleven years after Ælla‘s death. By then I was known as Snake Eye, a terror, an evil ruthless butcher of their people. … I guess, I really am a villain, huh?
I should mention. I captured Ælla‘s son, Hellun. And, uh… I kind of fell in love with him. I suppose he didn’t like his father either, since he started loving me in turn, saying something about seeing the soft parts inside the blood-stained warrior. And then he’d always… Oh, no, don’t look, DON’T LOOK! I KNOW I’M BLUSHING, DON’T…! … … Damn it. I-In any case, he persuaded me to stop fighting, so I did and went home. Me and my brothers split our father’s land between us, and I married Hellun and he made two kids with me… I mean, I never intended to have even one, but he… St-stop looking at me like that… H-he was just so… … … Huh? History remembers Hellun like a female named Heluna and I’m the male? … They… really insisted I’d be male until the end, huh. Guess they took a look at the records of my actions and concluded there was no way I could have been female, considering what females usually did in Viking society, so over time the records of me being female were overtaken by those who assumed otherwise even though they had never met me, huh? Stupid historians.
… But yeah. I never stopped fighting, no matter what my husband wanted. I never associated myself with the Great Heathen Army again, they did well on their own, but I often went with raid parties for some good old-fashioned brawling. I did so for a long time, even while my children were growing and Hellun was home working. I guess I did act like the man in the relationship, getting the income and being a famous murderer and all. Being the cause for one of the greatest wars between Vikings and the rest of the world ever, and so. I think, if we include that, my actions are probably among those that killed the most people in the world. At least in the top 100. I’d guess. I suppose I was really evil by today’s standards. But can you really blame me? It was our way of life! If you have a problem, go get another Servant, will you!? … Ah, well.
Eventually I died, along with many other Vikings in the disastrous Battle of Leuven in 891 at the hands of Arnulf, the individual that was to become Holy Roman Emperor five years later. At the time I was 55 years old. My cause of death was lost among many, many others. That was the battle that pretty much ended Viking conquest for a long time. Guess it was only right that I died at such a time. … Oh, well. Can’t say I have too many regrets. I heard my descendants went on to become kings. Good for them. I lived a healthy life, and left a good legacy. I lived long enough to experience happiness with my husband and my children. … Yet, it is as an anti-hero that I am now recorded into history. Funny how things turn out.
As I told you, I am not near as famous as many other heroes. I don’t have any fancy famous sword, lance, bow or steed, I don’t have magic and I certainly never hid, a Berserker is all I can be. Not to mention, I was a villain, not really a hero. Too bad, huh? Are you disappointed? Don’t worry. I would be too.
MY GOALS: // This is where all great heroes of history are summoned to duke it out in some great magical free-for-all, right? I feel kind of out-of-place. Wonder… how well can I manage in this tournament of super-heroes? Maybe I can find my grandfather… Heh-heh-heh… We’ll see how this goes~
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Not a weapon, but since her eye blatantly states her identity she chooses to wear a mask to keep it hidden. Seeing her eye even once is enough to know exactly who she is.
NOBLE PHANTASM: //
Eye of Ouroboros – Only a Stain Remains
Rank: C
Type: Support
Range: Self
Max Targets: 1
A sliver of dragon energy runs through the descendants of Sigurd Fafnesbane, allowing for example his daughter to speak to birds and now Berserker gained an even larger amount of power as she was somehow chosen to bear the mark. The protective qualities still remain, giving Berserker a passive Magic Resistance D and allows her to call on them if she’s sane and prepared. She only needs to focus on her eye for a moment, and then a C-rank conceptual defense will cover all of her. It is only active for a moment so it will need to be timed with the opponent’s blow, and blows of Strength B or above will still hurt her. It is better to dodge completely.
“… With the defense they aren’t ready for, I can do even more daring moves…!”
However, if Berserker is wounded by Dragon-slaying weapons the presence of the dragon will vanish completely until the wound is healed, permanently removing her Magic Resistance and decreasing her unchanged Strength to D and Endurance to E. She won’t be able to use this Noble Phantasm again until the wound is healed.
“… With the defense they aren’t ready for, I can do even more daring moves…!”
However, if Berserker is wounded by Dragon-slaying weapons the presence of the dragon will vanish completely until the wound is healed, permanently removing her Magic Resistance and decreasing her unchanged Strength to D and Endurance to E. She won’t be able to use this Noble Phantasm again until the wound is healed.
Raven Banner – The Gods Are Watching
Rank: C
Type: Support
Range: Self
Max Targets: 1
A banner, first of its kind which was carried by the Vikings. This specific banner was created by Berserker’s siblings, others who descended from their remarkable ancestry. It is said that when this banner is taken out to battle, if the raven starts flapping its wings it means the carriers will win. If on the other hand the raven falls motionless from the banner, it would mean defeat awaits the owner of the banner. It appears she by some reason ignored the sign of defeat in the battle she died in…
The Raven Banner is a Support Noble Phantasm which Berserker can decide to use if she’s not currently insane. The banner forms behind Berserker as she says its name. Should the raven on the banner wave its wings, Berserker will earn a single-step bonus in Strength (to B), Endurance (to C) and Agility (to B) while still retaining her sanity. On the other hand, if the crow falls motionless then Berserker will immediately go insane with no bonuses to Mad Enchantment given. Regardless of the result, it will fade after five minutes, boost or insanity. To gain the positive effects, Berserker must succeed with a Luck Check that will use her Luck compared to the Luck of her opponents, as in the higher luck they have the less likely the check is to succeed.
“Do you dare to gamble with your life? Vikings does it every day!”
The Raven Banner is a Support Noble Phantasm which Berserker can decide to use if she’s not currently insane. The banner forms behind Berserker as she says its name. Should the raven on the banner wave its wings, Berserker will earn a single-step bonus in Strength (to B), Endurance (to C) and Agility (to B) while still retaining her sanity. On the other hand, if the crow falls motionless then Berserker will immediately go insane with no bonuses to Mad Enchantment given. Regardless of the result, it will fade after five minutes, boost or insanity. To gain the positive effects, Berserker must succeed with a Luck Check that will use her Luck compared to the Luck of her opponents, as in the higher luck they have the less likely the check is to succeed.
“Do you dare to gamble with your life? Vikings does it every day!”
Rista Blodam – The Blood Eagle’s Flight
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1-2
Max Targets: 1
Named after the high-level torture/execution-technique which Berserker learned for the sole purpose of extracting her revenge with. The path to learning the Blood Eagle was long and hard, and on the way the practice of torture will have gone past mortal sanity. Because for the revenge which this girl was to extract, merely death was not enough. No… Pain, pain, pain and more pain, before finally ending with the ultimate technique of torture…!
The Rista Blodam is a Noble Phantasm which crystallizes the pain which Berserker desired to inflict upon her hated enemy. It takes shape like a “mode” which she can activate against an opponent, though Berseker’s personality makes her unlikely to use it unless pressed or facing someone she hates. It can be chosen to be activated an enemy if Berserker is sane, but it will automatically activate if she’s under the influence of Mad Enchantment while facing a hated foe and it cannot be switched off until the battle has ended or prana runs out, which is important to note for Masters with low prana. Once activated, every strike which Berserker strikes with will quintuple the pain felt. This effect includes the act of blocking her attacks as well as receiving wounds. The pain will easily become unbearable for any normal human and even Servants can be greatly affected depending on their level of Endurance. It is important to keep focus, because allowing Berserker to get the upper hand while this Noble Phantasm is active is a certain invite to death. You do not want to become subject to the excruciatingly painful procedure called the Blood Eagle during this mode…
”… I don’t really want to have to use this again. Let’s be nice with each other, okay?”
The Rista Blodam is a Noble Phantasm which crystallizes the pain which Berserker desired to inflict upon her hated enemy. It takes shape like a “mode” which she can activate against an opponent, though Berseker’s personality makes her unlikely to use it unless pressed or facing someone she hates. It can be chosen to be activated an enemy if Berserker is sane, but it will automatically activate if she’s under the influence of Mad Enchantment while facing a hated foe and it cannot be switched off until the battle has ended or prana runs out, which is important to note for Masters with low prana. Once activated, every strike which Berserker strikes with will quintuple the pain felt. This effect includes the act of blocking her attacks as well as receiving wounds. The pain will easily become unbearable for any normal human and even Servants can be greatly affected depending on their level of Endurance. It is important to keep focus, because allowing Berserker to get the upper hand while this Noble Phantasm is active is a certain invite to death. You do not want to become subject to the excruciatingly painful procedure called the Blood Eagle during this mode…
”… I don’t really want to have to use this again. Let’s be nice with each other, okay?”
CLASS ABILITIES: //
Mad Enchantment
Rank: C
Description: Ranks up all parameters except Luck and Mana, but in exchange one can no longer think and speak properly. If there’s something that Berserker can do right… It is to go crazy with rage. Most of England felt her blow when it came to it. A detail, even when consumed with rage, this particular Berserker can be prone to grinning madly out of joy for battle while mad. Madness never reduced her nature, after all.
SKILLS: //
Instinct
Rank: C
Description: How else would a Viking fight if not by instinct? While not as perfect as for some other heroes, Berserker has a feel for how to move in order to take maximum advantage for herself during battle. It still functions when she’s mad.
Charisma
Rank: C
Description: She successfully amassed an army of Vikings (they’re not usually amassed into armies) and invaded England. This required a certain amount of coaxing. In fact, even at the age of three years old she managed to talk her brothers into fighting. That she’s fairly cute might have something to do with it.
Surgical Procedure
Rank: D
Description: To be able to perform the Blood Eagle without instantly killing the victim requires a certain amount of knowledge about the human insides, well enough to know what to do in an emergency. However, Berserker acquired this skill to cause pain, not ease it. If you’re on her operating table, she knows exactly how to cause the greatest amount of pain to you.
Magic Resistance
Rank: D / E
Description: Cancels Single-Action spells. Magic Resistance of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy. Granted to her by the dragon energy left inside her eye. When affected by Mad Enchantment this decreases to E, where it cannot cancel spells but damage from spells is reduced somewhat.
STRENGTH: // C / B
ENDURANCE: // D / C
AGILITY: // C / B
MANA: // D
LUCK: // B
NOBLE PHANTASM: // C
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FACE CLAIM: // Character name is a spoiler, PM if you want to know (and don’t already know) - Fire Emblem Awakening
OTHER CHARACTERS: // Ellinda Wechseln, Hakugi Rima, Mochizuki Chiyome
MISC. INFORMATION: // I noticed some inconsistencies. Sigurd’s profile says he’s born in the early 300, while me (his supposed grandchild) leads a war that supposedly happened in 865. Not to mention, in Sigurd’s profile he doesn’t even mention ever having my mother. Neither does Brynhildr. According to Aela when I asked, consistency didn’t matter so much that it was impossible for me to create this character, so I left everything as it is told in Snake-in-the-Eye’s legend. Anyone is free to speak to me about this. That is all.
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