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Dec 5 2013, 12:16 AM
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I made it - I am far enough away from the Fuyuki Bridge now, that Saber will be unable to sense me. Even if he remains on the bridge, he can not see me - not even as a Saber class Servant. As Archer, my eyes are the ones meant for farsight. Additionally, now that I am on my guard, it is impossible for him to get nearly as close to me without my noticing. Lastly, enough time has passed that even the Servants who had made this small clearing their battlefield have gone home. I always prefer to look upon a battlefield before setting foot on it, and I have done that. Even if my brief encounter with Saber distracted me somewhat - The Shield of the Gods is a useful addition to my store, and that familiar shield of petals has given away Lancer's identity to anyone with half-a-brain. I did not recognize him in his cloak, and with his armor his face was concealed... But there is no doubt in my mind who Lancer is this time around.<p>

Well, that should be the case, but something troubles me. Something Saber was too hot-blooded to notice, even though it was what shocked me in the first place. Gilgamesh is in this Holy Grail War, and there is only one container he fits. But it is the same container I inhabit. My mind's eye flashes back to the time when Rin first summoned me by name. She did not mean to do so, but there was no other outcome considering the circumstances. My own words replay in my head, in a voice that is not my own: "This is the first time I've been summoned so roughly."<p>

Among all the half-truths and genuine amnesia, that much was fact. But to say I have not been summoned by forces other than Alaya would be inaccurate as well. Even so, most of my experiences come from either the life I lived as an Ally of Justice or during my time with the Counter Force. I am well aware that usually most Heroic Spirits cannot "Update" or change past their recorded prime. But then again, even as a Servant of the Grail, nothing about my existence is "Usual". That much remains true even in death. Another scene plays out before me: A mighty man clad in bronze armor, leaping from ship-to-burning-ship. He mercilessly slaughters his enemies, and with his spear could rival the might of Achilles himself. A hero who made his own way, in a time when the gods sprinkled their favor upon their favorite chess piece of the day. I will never forget the name of Ajax, and those other heroes I saw that day. It is only thanks to the fickleness of the gods back then that humanity's existence could be called "At risk." And it is only thanks to Ajax's shield of seven hides that I survived the last Holy Grail War long enough to be saved by myself. <p>

Tch. I'm as sentimental as that idiot now, aren't I? I ask myself dryly, knowing I am not truly. I merely did not expect to learn the identity of a Servant so soon, and of all Servants it happened to be one whose ultimate defense allowed my salvation to be possible. But my train of thought returns to what troubled me before: There are two Archers in this Holy Grail War. And the man in pearl plate fought with ferocity and style I've only seen matched by a few. A man in all black armor. A dragonkind king with golden hair. The abominable creation of that Once and Future King. A Chinese warlord with a shifting halberd. Achilles himself, the demon of the battlefield. Countless others, for countless experiences, all across history and time and space have been as strong as him. Too many heroes of his caliber exist to know that man's identity, but if I had to make an educated guess as to his class, then I would say there were two Saber class containers as well. , This deduction hinges of his performance and is a matter of ability rather than strength. The White Knight, whose sword was copied into my Inner World, and the Saber on the bridge. Two Archers, and two Sabers.<p>

Three.<p>

Right. Three Sabers, if one knows about the Servant currently posing as Rin Tohsaka's actual Servant. But for the other classes, does that mean there are two of each? At the very least, the Saber that attacked should know this as well - but we are the only two that should, as far as I know. And the only reason I question his knowledge is that he tried to stop me from attacking Gilgamesh's Master. Even if Hrunting had succeeded and struck its mark: Archer's Master, it would not have killed Archer. The "Deal" he offered me was a risky affair, but had he agreed to prove his words with something other than that damned pride heroes all seem to have, it would still have worked out between us. Killing Archer's Master would not have made Archer disappear, and any Servant knows that. Especially Archer. At best, Saber might think Gilgamesh is a different class since he had already correctly (and a tad miraculously, since my bow was not yet at hand) called me Archer. I shrug off all the unanswered questions. I put the deal out of my mind.<p>

If Saber's own lack of foresight and diplomacy did not ruin our alliance, then my attack on his bloodied arm probably did. Most warriors do not fancy being injured, least of all by a prideless warrior like myself. I know this much from Lancer and Saber (Arturia) both. Still, if there are two of every class container in this war, it could be troublesome. That means every risk factor is at least doubled - alliances, betrayals, surprise attacks. I will need to tell Rin everything I've learned this night. That is the best course of action. But first, I plan to inspect this now abandoned battlefield. I see the craters which were made by Gilgamesh's rain of Noble Phantasms. They form pockmarks on the previously flat asphalt, while freight containers are blown apart or turned aside from the force of both Gate of Babylon and Hrunting, respectively. The corpse of the old man Assassin possessed (almost meaninglessly, in my opinion) is before me, a ruined mess thanks to a couple of stray shots from Archer. Saber(?)'s Master was destroyed by that second tide of divine mysteries, and that saw to their retreat.<p>

It is then I hear the sudden sound. A faint melody, of modern day Music. I frown, realizing the reason for its mute nature is not distance, but cover. The noise is being subjected to natural distortion, as if contained within a tunnel. Well, more like a cargo container. My natural senses identify the correct container to my back. I walked right by it, and never once realized there was someone inside. Perhaps it is a curious bystander who heard all the commotion. Or maybe it is an Agent of the Church, here to perform clean-up. I wonder to myself if such a person would hide from me. I do not know who is hiding within the rectangular box, but whoever they are they must be trying to remain hidden. And they must also be cursing their stupidity for not turning off their phone. The music stops as abruptly as it began, but it is far too late for that. I try not to curse my opponent's idiocy, but their bad luck. I hesitate, but only for a second.<p>

I cannot allow my personal experience with this matter to interfere with my Master's will. Witnesses are not allowed, but... This is truly a cruel joke. To think I would have to take the life of a potentially innocent bystander. This is an unlucky day for us both.<p>

My target will not hear my thoughts, and as soon as the song ends, I turn towards the cargo crate and focus intently. And that's when I realize the trap I am caught in. If I were a human, then this trick might have worked. No human could perceive the shadow of what is above them on the ground, when it is now so dark and unlit. But I do, and I roll forward as the cargo crate slams onto ground heavily. Its metal frame buckles and twists under its own weight, and my eyes immediately move towards the crane that had been holding the container there. That is my target, then. I project the sword that will kill this witness and destroy the crane in its entirety. Mhíle Sciathán: The Long Finger of the Silver Hand, a sword that was once used by King Airgetlám. Descended from the god Lugh's own sword of light, it parallel's another certain tale's version called "Cruaidín". But this sword is neither of those two weapons, though it would easily match the latter. This sword will be more than enough for what I need it to do. The sword is in my hand, and just before I can level the blade's tip towards the crane... She jumps from the debris behind me.<p>

Ka-chink!<p>

Like that, the true enemy is drawn out of the shadows - the rubble of the bent and twisted container the crane tried to drop on me.<p>

I turn just in time to see my attacker and react. "React" is the wrong word in this situation, in fact. I lazily tilt the blade so that it lies nearly horizontally in front of my face and intercepts the knife. The smaller blade slides along my sword's edge, creating a shower of sparks that fly between us. The attack itself was about what I expected, but it is delivered with much more physical force than I had anticipated. I take a step back to keep my balance. I am not surprised the ambush came from Assassin - I guessed that it was her since I sense no spiritual presence around. But her Master must be in the crane, and so this Servant wants to protect her Master from my response. I could see through both layers of the trap easily - or rather, once I noticed the first, it is foolish to not expect the second. No Master would engage a Servant on their own, but Assassin's attack isn't the issue at hand. Her physical strength is more than my own, even if that first knife strike was avoided.<p>

"Tch! Assassin. I see you two felt the need to stick around. Very risky. But is attacking me the wisest course of action?"<p>

My words are - of course - a calmly spoken bluff. I can tell that this Assassin can physically overpower me in the long haul, and while my victory is possible - I'd really rather not create another scene like Ajax. My hope is that speaking to the Servant and ignoring the Master will calm her down and give me a chance to think about what to do next. My words should not seem too desperate, but I am reluctant to engage this enemy.<p>

"I don't care how quickly you move. You will not be able to escape from this blade. I am giving you fair warning, Assassin."

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Nov 22 2013, 10:37 AM
Brb
Alright, just letting you guys know I'm on the road to New Orelans/Houma, LA. Job related prospects are included.

As of the time I am writing this post, I have met my quotas for this week for Leonardo Harwey and Yukiteru Springfield, and have made one post as EMIYA.

If possible, I will make a second post as EMIYA when I return home late, late Sunday - but following staff orders, I am posting an absentee thread to recuse myself from my remaining quota of one post, per EMIYA the Archer class Servant for week ending 11-23-13.

I may be able to hop on Skype, and again, it IS entirely possible I can make my Archer quota - however, a user who was specifically asked and intended to post in the Church thread before today has not done so, and this road trip is something I can not reschedule.

Talk to you guys later, probably Sunday night, and have a great weekend.
Nov 15 2013, 02:06 PM
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My Master's red, London fogcoat suits her well. Fuyuki's winters always last longer than one would expect, and by now Rin Tohsaka knows this as well as any citizen of Fuyuki. Her rhythmic footfalls and the squareness of her shoulders speak to my Master's sense of duty and her unwavering conviction as a Magus. Both Saber and I can tell she does not want to register as a Master with the Church. Most likely, she would sooner have just called the chapel or something - but here we walk, through the cold and silent night. There is nothing I can say to settle my Master's restless mind, and I know that better than even the King of Knights. However, as I flank her in my spiritual form, I do realize something.<p>

"Rin." My voice can not come from the mouth that is not there. Instead, I channel my thoughts as a Servant to my Master's mind - and from experience, I know she hears me. Yet, she can not stop to acknowledge me even as we make our way up the hill. I won't ask my Master something unreasonable like "Don't be apprehensive", but I think my latest notion might be of some import. At the very least, Rin will probably like the edge this tactic might give her - and the best part is, she can do it without breaking any rules. So, with all this in mind, I continue on and make my suggestion. <P>

"I am your Servant in this Sixth Holy Grail War. I am the one you summoned - an Archer class Servant, before as now. It is my feeling that Saber's presence should not be mentioned. Saber is your familiar, and a Servant from the last War as well. To be clear, only two others absolutely know about her existence at all - much less as your familiar - Taiga Fujimura, and Shirou Emiya. Perhaps Sakura Matou, as well. That said, none of them are contestants in this war. And neither is Saber, officially speaking. Either way, we might use the element of surprise regarding the presence of one of us. Since she can not enter spirit form, I believe she should be represented as your Servant. Alternatively, we can simply introduce myself as your Servant, and mask her presence. Do you understand what I am trying to say, Master?"<p>

I know my suggestion will please her, though admittedly I had no idea just how clever she would think my idea. Judging from her reaction to this, it seemed like she might try to turn around and hug my ephemeral body. Of course, even she is not prone to doing things like that, but I listen to her reaction with a satisfied smirk on my face. Saber may not agree, but until Rin tells her the idea, Saber will be no more aware that I suggested it than she is now. We are halfway up the hill, and the chapel is in sight. I use every ounce of my clairvoyance and realize we are alone. It does not need to be said: If Rin is indeed so happy with my suggestion of subterfuge, then she should give Saber her new order, now.

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EMIYA


SERVANT


General Info


True Identity: Shirou Emiya
Alias: Archer
Age: ~25 (Somewhere in his mid twenties.)
Class: Archer
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Master: Rin Tohsaka

Appearance


Eye Color: Steel Gray
Hair Color: White
Height: 187 Centimeters
Weight: 89 Kilograms
Picture:



Now We're Cooking with GAR!

A Hero Across Time and Space.

I'll Always Have Her Back

I Am Her Sword and her Shield

Are You Afraid Of The Dark? Maybe You Should Be.

Appearance Description: EMIYA's physical appearance does not reflect the mirror image of his past self like some might assume. Through the future the Shirou of this timeline will not experience, he has grown fifteen whole centimeters in height to a total of one-hundred and eighty-seven centimeters. This puts him a good head above his old self, though Archer's height is only one of many differences between the current him and his past self. He weighs more than Shirou, but all of the extra weight is muscle. He is of lean build, having put on a good amount of muscle to go along with his stature. His musculature is impressively toned and sculpted, but overall brings his weight up to only seventy-eight kilograms. His skin is darker, and his hair is a different color altogether. Outright, it is no wonder people cannot identify his as Shirou Emiya in regards to physical appearance. He looks much more the experienced, hardened Ally of Justice that Shirou wanted to be than his old, bland self ever could.

His fashion sense has evolved over time as well. Archer has outgrown the baseball shirt and denim pants of his unimaginative former self, and no longer wears school uniforms or work cloths. Well, he does wear work cloths, but his line of work is different from most. He almost always wears some variation of his favorite outfit, although he does possess an expansive wardrobe ranging across different tastes and tasks. Rin even makes him wear an apron for cooking and cleaning - a pink one, at that. Even so, his actual and usual outfit is something much more suited to this Nameless Hero. Distinctive red and black armor, formed by combining a black breastplate of steel and modern combat pants with a Holy Shroud, cut into the shape of a cloak. However, when not in combat, he is content with just the pants and breastplate without the shroud, or for casual occasions strides around in a simple, black button-up shirt with matching trousers. For footwear, he wears boots of black leather and steel plate for kicking and blocking, as well as protection for his feet.

EMIYA's appearance can best be summarized as bold and striking. His dark skin and the stark, snow-white tone of his hair are both owed to overuse of his unique brand of Thaumaturgy. Projection magic, over the course of his path, has made these physical changes irreversible and rendered him practically indistinguishable from Shirou. He keeps his short, white hair spiked up in order to keep it out of the way. He has never put much stock into his appearance, and he doesn't even now. As long as his hair is out of the way in a fight, he is satisfied. The lack of color in his hair accompanied by his steel-gray eyes not only assist in masking his identity, but more importantly reflect the Mind of Steel he required to embark on his journey to save everyone. The ideals that led him, and the ones that betrayed him - a wealth of limitless experience and knowledge dwell behind those eyes. The heart and mind of the fallen hero still stands as firmly as steel in his gaze, polished by the shine of hope and acceptance of where his ideals led him.

Attributes



Stats



Strength: D Rank
Endurance: C Rank
Agility: C Rank
Mana: B Rank
Luck: E Rank


Class Skills


Skill: Independent Action
Description: Self-Preservation
Rank: B Rank
Effect: Independent Action is the Archer class Servant's ability to remain independent even when rejecting a prana supply from their Master - or when cut off from the same. At higher levels of this skill, it is also possible to remain for extended periods of time in this world without an established contract or source of prana. This skill can be considered both useful and troublesome depending on the disposition of the Servant and the rank of Independent Action. With their Servant capable of acting autonomously from their own prana supply, the Master can concentrate their own prana on large spells. Alternatively, the Servant will be fine even in a case where the Master can not supply prana due to injury. The downside is that Servants with this skill can be harder to control. It is more difficult to keep Servants with this ability by a Master's side, The only true way to command an Archer class Servant is by utilizing Command Spells. At B Rank, Emiya is capable of remaining in this world for two days (in corporeal form) without an established contract, and up to twelve hours longer is in spirit form (six if not, for a total of 54 hours of survival in corporeal form). Also, Emiya is capable of living on for a short period of time even after suffering extensive damage to his spiritual core.

Skill: Magic Resistance
Description: Diplomatic Immunity
Rank: D Rank
Effect: Magic Resistance is the skill of any "Knight class" Servant to outright cancel spells upon contact with magic. This skill gives said Servants additional protection against spellcasting. Magic Resistance doesn't merely reject prana, but nullifies spells of certain levels instantly. At D Rank, EMIYA inherently cancels Single-Action spells. This Magic Resistance is of the same degree of an amulet that rejects magical energy.

Personal Skills


Skill: Clairvoyance
Description: Sharpshooter
Rank: C+ Rank
Effect: Clairvoyance - in the context of a Servant's Personal Skill - is a Servant's gift of superior visual perception and dynamic occipital capture. The purpose of this skill is to supplement the long-range aiming of projectile weapons. At higher ranks, it is possible for the bearers of this skill to have acquired such abilities as precognition ("future vision") and other forms of perception beyond standard eyesight (X-ray vision and so forth). At EMIYA's level, this skill allows him keep track of fast-moving targets within a range of Four Kilometers (this distance can be increased through magecraft initiated by Rin, hence the modifier).

Skill: Eye of the Mind (True)
Description: Stylin' on You
Rank: B Rank
Effect: This skill is EMIYA's heightened capacity for situational, constant "observation". In the case of Eye of the Mind (True), this insight is gained through personal experience. EMIYA is capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when he is (or others are) in danger, and is able to deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

Skill: Magecraft
Description: MAGIC
Rank: C- Rank
Effect: Magecraft, as the name suggests, is a Servant's knowledge and capabilities regarding magic. Specifically, it is one's knowledge regarding modern Thaumaturgy. EMIYA is capable of using powerful but generalized, orthodox Thaumaturgy.

Noble Phantasms


Noble Phantasm: Unlimited Blade Works
Type: ????
Rank: E~A++
Range: ???
Number of Targets: ???
Description: The Inner World of the Betrayed Hero known as Shirou Emiya. It can manifest as a Reality Marble, and the world within is very different from Shirou's own. The view is still opaqued (though not as much as it once was) by a haze formed from the smoldering embers and wisps of black smog produced by iron forging rising from the ground. However, above the clouds - if one looks clearly towards the sun - the faintest glimpse of a rainbow can be seen as the sun begins to filter through the thick, acrid smog.
Effect: This Reality Marble's purpose is to serve as a steel manufacturing factory that produces the countless famous swords throughout history. In this world, an endless sea of swords and blades and other weapons without owners extend into the ever-distant horizon. It contains all of the raw materials and sorcery needed for the formation of the weapons, and Unlimited Blade Works passively records and analyzes all weapons and defensive armaments encountered by EMIYA. The number of unique weapons encountered and recorded by Archer exceeds numerous thousands, most of which are Noble Phantasms. Their entire histories, compositions, and designs are all perfectly recorded, allowing for instant proficiency with the weapons by inheriting all combat skills and techniques utilized by their original owners. This allows for the reproduction of Noble Phantasms, which would generally be impossible for a faker. They can also be modified to the user's taste with reinforcement, as EMIYA has shown on occasion.

Close combat weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds are the main focus of the Reality Marble, which coincidentally makes it impossible to record or reproduce modern weaponry like guns and other modern weapons. Shields and defensive armaments can be reproduced with greater effort and about twice the prana. Weapons encountered by EMIYA are immediately analyzed with a single glance, enabling them to be projected immediately afterward, and once projected, they are stored within the Reality Marble for later use. A mental blueprint-style imprint of each weapon is burned into his mind, and available for later use.

The quality of projected weapons will always be degraded by one rank due to humans being unable to fully conceptualize the existence of an object through only one sense, and they will never equal the originals without a technique such as detonating them as Broken Phantasms. With the blessings of the original owner, any Noble Phantasm or item can be traced to yield an "EX Rank" copy perfectly identical to the original. Though, some level of magecraft and ritual would need to be established before hand, making this procedure mutual and unable to be forced without the consent of a weapon's owner. Ordinarily, Holy Swords like Excalibur (this does not include Excalibur Galatine, Arondight, etc.) are not able to be traced, but thanks to the conditions of the Holy Grail - a phenomena akin to true iron forgery has manifested, allowing him to produce a weaker (but still amazingly powerful) copy of even Holy Swords. To utilize the Noble Phantasm Excalibur Image, however, EMIYA would need additional support from Rin or a Servant so as not to disappear after its use.

Without being deployed, the Reality Marble allows for Projection, Tracing, and Reinforcement in the real world. Weapons are produced within Unlimited Blade Works and then brought into the world, greatly lowering the cost of reproducing them and allowing for numerous weapons to be prepared at once to be projected. Weapons can be summoned directly to the user's hands, or they can be summoned to levitate within the air and rapidly fired upon the enemy as fast-moving arrows. Once the Reality Marble is deployed, all of the weapons are available for use, and any weapon can immediately be called to the user's hands or levitated even while the user is in direct combat. The weapons reproduced once the Reality Marble is first activated will not consume prana, but those used or destroyed within it will add to the cost of maintaining the bounded field. The amount of energy used to reproduce weapons that did not exist after the bounded field was expanded and the amount of energy used to recreate weapons destroyed while it is activated is extremely costly.

Archer's bow, used to fire Noble Phantasms - usually in the form of Broken Phantasms (Often in the form of arrows)



Personal


Personality:
Anti-Social

Archer is not someone you would invite to a party - not only because he wouldn't show up anyways, but because of how cold he acts. Not caring for anyone, always alone, if you get a chance to see him, he looks like a lone statue facing the greatest storms in history. It's rare to see Archer smile at all - but a confident, smug look can sometimes be seen on his lips.

Broken Ideals

Once, Archer followed the ideal to save everyone. After an unknown event shattered all of his hopes and dreams into peaces, he fell into a deep depression that holds him until this very day. He doesn't believe in ideals anyone, and those with strong ideals will usually have to face Archer as their worst enemy - he claims to be the enigma they can't defeat, the power that crushes their dreams and lives to show them reality. The warrior claims it is mercy that he shows by doing that - beating down an idealist is better than having him live until his ideals betray and back-stab him, for he knows that pain.

His ideal from way back was simple - to save everyone, no matter the cost. How exactly it was shattered is not known.

Cynism and Sarcasm

One big point anyone who ever talked with Archer knows is his gigantic sarcasm and cynicism. His voice seems to be permanently annoyed and mocking partially, often pointing out the fails of a person. One of his most memorial quotes is "Drown in your ideals and die", which he said to his old self, in response to some sermon about justice. Even while enraging his opponents, he is often able to calmly analyze them.

He also is not above hurting peoples feelings with his words, and frequently, mercilessly attacks others with words only - his tongue is silver and sharp, his mind quick.

Anti-Hero

Despite his usually 'evil' actions and methods, Archer actually still believes in his ideal - at least a bit. His methods have changed to where he would kill one person to save another, but it still actually pains him to see someone die.

Big Softie

Under that thick, anti-social and 'badass' shell, Archer can be a real softie. He's always questioning himself and his ways, and how to change fate. He is quite the warrior poet, and has a soft spot for weaker people trying to protect what they love. Also, Archer is a very, VERY good cook and housekeeper, although he doesn't brag about it.

This soft side also allows him to be a sweet person at times, although he can quickly get irritated and snap back into his cynical self.

Living Ideal

It is a paradox, really - Archer hates ideals like his old one, but parts of it still resonate within him. As he gave himself away to make his ideal a reality in his own past, he can't resist the urge to help people.

Character Color: Crimson
Likes: All Kinds of Housework
Dislikes: Heroic Types
Natural Enemy: Rin, Sakura, Ilya
Hobbies: Cleaning, Cooking, Repairing Things

Past Life


History:

I Am The Bone Of My Sword


A long time ago - at least for Archer himself - there was a boy who had lost everything in a fire. With his dying breath, his whole world and heart had gone empty, a horrible state of being for anyone. But then, he was saved - by the power of an ancient artifact and through his father.

That day, the boy changed. He had only been around ten years old on that fateful day, but he was an 'empty human' now. To fill the emptiness that made up his heart, this weak boy took on an ideal that his father had lost to years ago, and given up on. He promised to be a true hero, one that saves everyone. An inherently flawed and borrowed ideal, but the boy didn't mind that. Instead, he embraced this ideal with every bit of his being.

That boy's name was Emiya Shirou.

After some years had gone by, the boy finally learned how to use his natural tools given to him to be a hero. Magecraft, the art of the Magi, opened to him, even if only slightly - he was noted for being the possibly worst Magus of all time, even. But that didn't stop Emiya Shirou, a boy determined to reach any and all of his goals, no matter the pain it put him through.

Many things happened over the course of his quest for power. At one point, he learned how to use Projection - a normally useless Magecraft as nobody is able to use it effectively on a regular basis. However, the worst Magecraft and the worst Magus together were able to fight perfectly, and so he became a 'faker' that copied weapons to grow stronger.

At one point, he had a teacher. Without her, he never would've learned how to fight. And another teacher that made him better at managing his energies for Magecraft. Friends accumulated around him as well, and he even had a lover at some point. But at any given time, his ideal burning inside, to save everyone, never stopped growing. Nobody ever truly understood Emiya Shirou, but he didn't mind that, and didn't judge people based on it or anything else.

Then, a great calamity befell a group of people right in front of his eyes, and he was unable to do anything. They were all going to die - his struggle to be a hero would forever be tainted and wrong, he'd never truly reach his goal, and never be able to save anyone. In that decisive moment during the wars that were going to end his world, he prayed for the first time. To the one who held all the strings, the one voice of the eternal root.

"Akasha, I beg you... Make me one of yours. Give me... Unlimited Blade Works."

Steel Is My Body, And Fire Is My Blood


That was the final day of the boy named Emiya Shirou. What was left afterwards was not a normal human anymore, no - he was a Counter Guardian. One who had sold his soul to the root of all things, in exchange for power and the ability to change the world. His body of swords, the blood of iron and heart of glass, he became Archer.

Needless to say, after receiving the power of the root, saving the people was a mere trivial task to Archer. At the pinnacle of his power, he rose from being a mediocre Magus at best into being a true hero - brandishing his blades and will up high, he fought in the war threatening the lands many times. Over the course of that, he slowly began to lose those close to his heart...

Friends turned into enemies, were slain in battle or simply drifted away. His lover found the end on the fields of swords. And at the end, the war never stopped - soon, the whole world was filled with blades, sticking out of the grounds like headstones. The last forests of all worlds turned into sand and dust. But never even once did Archer retreat, or asked for help. Not even once did he ask for a reward for his help, and slowly, even his allies became scared of how incredibly selfless he had become.

On the final day of this war, Archer faced his strongest enemy, and managed to win. The war was over, but the armies on both sides had yet to be ready to forgive one another... But thankfully, a convenient way out presented itself. Archer was framed that day and evening - to be the one behind it all, the one that started this war to live his own twisted fantasies of heroism. Seeing as nobody was able to understand the swordsman in red, they attacked him, and in his final battle, on the hill of swords, he died.

Left by them all, betrayed by them all, including the world itself. The man without a purpose for himself died - but with a satisfied smile on his face, not regretting his fate one bit. His hands, for the last time, closed themselves around a red magic pendant he had once received from the person most important to his heart.

Truly, his body had been made from swords...

I Have Created Over A Thousand Blades


Now, in death, being a Counter Guardian fully became all that there was to Archer. His spirit lifted from the body, a mind unbound by the laws of time or reality, he was now one of the stalwart defenders of existence - of Akasha. At any means necessary, he'd defend her - sitting in the Throne of Heroes amongst many other legends, he became the knight in red. At first, when Archer arrived, he thought his dream had fully come true - to become an eternal hero. But soon, the realization of why he was the 'knight in red' became clearer and clearer to him...

It was a gradual process. Not because Archer was ignorant of the reality before him, but because of how being a Counter Guardian worked - one's true mind to be encased in the Throne of Heroes, the 'Archer' that was sent out was a copy of the real one, one that brought back experiences and feelings, but never memories. But finally, one version of 'Archer' broke that rule - he had grown powerful enough to burst the barrier with his memories.

And from that point onward, Archer could never forget. Even though he always wanted to. Because the role of a Counter Guardian... is not one to be desired. An eternity that doesn't actually take place in any specific time - millions of years passed, yet not even a second passed, too - a paradox. This was his fate... Forevermore.

Unknown To Death, Nor Known To Life


Even that would've been fine.

Even an eternity trapped in the Throne of Heroes, as a true hero. But being a hero was denied to Archer, at least in the way he envisioned it. Because a Counter Guardian is not simply summoned into a time period to stop a great disaster. No, instead, the root sends out their guardians to slay all those that stand to endanger the existence - in other words, almost always people. Vampires, Magi, Servants, Spirits, and other beings alike, all were brought before his blades. And that was when Archer realized why his white cloak had turned bright red.

The blood of the innocent ran through time, as Archer was forced to bring them down, again and again. Trying to do what was right, the same mistakes repeated themselves over the different timelines. Breaking out, the warrior fought to end wars without sacrificing the innocent, only to kill even more in the process - is flawed ideal crumbled.

Frantically, Archer searched for a way to turn his fate into a blessing instead of a curse.

Have Withstood Pain To Create Many Weapons


It all finally fell apart when Archer was summoned to a timeline he actually knew. His own one, after his death. Because even after his great sacrifice, even after the war had ended... the fighting never stopped. And finally, with their constant struggles, the people of all the worlds of that timeline managed to produce enough loathing and hate to release... it.

The shadow of all beings.

The end to existence.

Angra Mainyu,the being inside of the Holy Grail.

The world that had now summoned him was a disaster - millions dying every day, and all the Counter Guardians combined still had trouble holding off the corruption that could even consume gods. Thanks to their connection to the root, they were immune to the taint for the most part, but seeing this world again 'broke' Archer. And as his resolve waned away, so did this world that had once been his - in the end, that reality got consumed completely, erased from existence. An entire timeline, gone forever - and he was all that remained.

Emiya Shirou... no, Heroic Spirit EMIYA. The Faker.

And on that day, he swore revenge. Revenge onto his former self - before the timeline split, he would find himself, and do the impossible: free himself from Akasha.

Yet, Those Hands Will Never Hold Anything.


It took millennia.

Countless summonings, fighting without end.

Blood ran down in endless streams over Archer, his mantle now colored crimson red, stained with what he failed to protect thanks to the curse on him. But not even once did he lose sight of his true goal now. The memories of his life faded - only splinters remain today.

With each passing summoning, the chance for his next destination to be the final one grew larger. And with each passing day, Archer's power grew, too. Soon, he was strong enough to potentially resist the call of Akasha, to break free of the rules binding him for some time...

But he couldn't just rip himself out into a random timeline. So he waited, and diligently slaughtered the masses in the name of the greater good. Trample the few to save the many. A hated, wrong ideal. The ideal of his father.

And then, it happened.

He was called forth, but not as a Counter Guardian. His very summoning was a disaster, and his power was drained to a fraction of its usual self - he had his wits about him, more than he ever had before. So, Archer was summoned to that time-frame - our past, former days. He was relegated to the Archer class under Rin Tohsaka, a powerful magus with a powerful spirit.

But it just so happened that this timeline was also the one he had been searching for.

The timeline-split was right in front of him. And for the first time, Archer successfully resisted. With the help of a strange Magecraft also interfering with the normal summoning, he was ripped out of Akasha's plan for the meantime - without the gate, his power was cut, but still remains as Emiya Shirou on the zenith of his power.

And he soon learned he had arrived, and discovered his past self. He was firmly convicted - backed by years of suffering and never seeing the smiles of those he saved, to settle the score with the past version of himself once and for all. To kill what he had once loved, to end his ideal right then and there, his life would surely, for one last time, become...

Unlimited Blade Works.

And So I Pray, Unlimited Blade Works


Hope.

The rising sun, the dawn of a new day, and the rainbow after the endless thunderstorm.

A Sunny Day.

He defeated himself, and lost to himself in the same instant. Archer felt that by defeating him, Shirou Emiya validated all of his doubts. In the defeat of his own warped ideals by the original dream he once held, he found salvation.

And two days later, he returned the favor; he delivered salvation to the world, and sent the lingering spirit of King Gilgamesh back to the abyss.

Now, a year and a half later, he has been called forth once more.

He does not know why, and he does not know for how long.

But this time, he answers the call with a smile - hidden in his heart.

A Hero of Justice, and a Mind of Steel - existing as one being.

RP Sample


As Lancer and Saber moved like spiritual lightning against one another, they would likely be unaware that they were being watched. The all-seeing eyes of the Archer were upon them, and they were narrowed in a manner fitting to the steely look they betrayed. He had been sent by his Master to patrol the city - likely because she was content with that Saber of hers, and had grown complacent. It frustrated him that Rin had kept Saber, but in the end he supposed it wasn't his place to complain. She had gone out of her way to call him back. He assumed she had her own reasons and likely doubts about the situation. Ordinarily, he would have merely contented himself with watching the two fight and picking off the winner. However, he did not want to be thrust into the middle of their battle or worse: turned on once they both became aware of him.

"Trace, on." The Crimson Knight whispered to himself. As he did so, his favored bow for such situations as this materialized in his left hand. Simultaneously, another weapon appeared in his right hand's grasp as he closed his fist around air. The weapon called forth was a Holy Sword or some such thing called Caladblog. It didn't matter to him, in this case, because it would become something different than a mere sword. In his mind's eye, he warped the structure of the blade into a spiraling, drill-like arrow. The real thing followed suit, and he began to destabilize the weapon further. He was going to use this arrow as a Broken Phantasm, allowing it to have one use before it shattered.

Reinforcement, or Alteration. Whatever one called the shapeshifting process, the sword was now a missile of deadly capability.

With an almost bored look on his face, he hefted the bow up into position in front of him. The bow itself was not really that special, save for its capacity to "fire any missile" from its form. His right hand and left hand exchanged items, and he drew back the bowstring and the conjured projectile in turn. In that instant, he noticed both Servants were apart from one another. There was absolutely no point in releasing this attack if he could not hit both targets.Ever patient, the Archer bides his time and waits for the two to get close to one another. The Saber charges forward, allowing her sword to embrace the spinning lance. The "most well-rounded" of the two was also - in his mind - the most fool hardy. "Chivalry" was no excuse to throw your life away by charging straight into battle. But it wasn't any of his business, he supposed.

He loosed the arrow, and it flew with godspeed from the traced, black blow's sleek body. The missile spun rapidly through the air, prana crackling about its destabilizing form like electricity. He was fairly skilled at archery in life, and the same proved true even now: he watched as the arrow slammed right in between the two Servants just as they were about to clash. The result was a terrifyingly massive explosion that threw up dust and debris, leveling the battlefield beneath both warriors as a crater. He waited, and watched as the dust settled. His eagle eyes seemed to pierce through the smoke, his body ready to move in a flash. He could ready another arrow at a moment's notice thanks to his ample prana supply, and would do so if it seemed like either enemy was advancing from the smoke.

But for now, he watched and waited, patiently.

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