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Hawwah

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Oct 25 2013, 08:08 PM
As spiritual entities, Servants did not technically need food. Strictly speaking, all they needed was mana, regardless of the source. Most often they were supplied directly by their link with their Master, though some, either by preference or due to extreme circumstance, found other sources. Places of great magic, or the wellspring that was found in human souls were common choices. Less often used was simple food, because while one could convert a meal into some amount of mana, the sheer magnitude of the food that would be required to sustain a power the likes of even the weakest of Servants would make this method entirely impractical.

Thus, it was strange on several levels to see the Assassin known in life as Hawwah digging through a garbage can in search of something to eat.

For her part Hawwah had trouble coming to terms with the way of life in this era. Things were so... easy. The average person in this city spent their day with some pathetic little duty, nothing compared to the struggle that her every day had been, and in return they were able to live in a luxury that she hadn't even imagined possible. Somehow the whole thing didn't sit well with her. Going to some shop and purchasing food... it felt like cheating. Where was the thrill of the hunt, the toiling with the ground, the sense of accomplishment of feeding oneself by one's own skill?

That was something she was trying to recreate, and it was this purpose more than any need for mana that spurred her actions. In truth, hunting and foraging was a very minor effort for her, but it would still expend energy. With the food she consumed, the amount of mana gained would be negligible at best. But with the lack of any leads concerning the other Masters or Servants, she needed something to do with her time. Hunting would wait until nightfall, but while the sun was still up she could forage for her food. And as long as one knew how to look, there was much to be found. The people of this time threw so much away...

At the very least she was not wearing her furs. With all the information given to her by the Grail to prepare her for existence in this era, she understood that the apparel that she had been summoned in would have drawn undue attention out in the open like this. Unfortunately, what the Grail hadn't supplied her with was anything approaching modern fashion sense. The clothing she wore, obtained from similar sources to the food she was now seeking, was ratty, worn down, and not at all flattering. With her pair of tattered trousers and oversized jacket with the hood drawn up, combined with the fact that she was rummaging around through garbage, it could be forgiven if a passerby thought her to be a homeless person. This hadn't been her intention, but it was doubtful she would care if she understood this.

Ignoring anyone passing by the alley she was in, Hawwah pulled out a large, flattened cardboard box from amidst the garbage. She shook it and heard something rattle around inside. Opening the box, she found several short lengths of what appeared to be dough, and if she were more well versed in modern food, she would have recognized them as the crusts of a foreign food known as "pizza". What it was called didn't matter; what mattered was that it was edible, something she discovered quickly enough as she took a bite.
Sep 6 2013, 06:56 PM
Hawwah

Servant


General Info


True identity: Hawwah
Alias: First Woman
Age: 19-20
Class: Assassin
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral (formerly/deep down Neutral Good)
Master: Unknown

Appearance


Eye color: Grey
Hair color: Brown
Height: 155 cm (5'1")
Weight: 43 kg
Picture:


Roughed Up

Not the best table manners...

Nap time!

Appearance description: Slight of stature, Hawwah stands at only around 155 cm. Her thin, waifish appearance might at first make her appear delicate, but while not obviously muscular, a closer inspection will reveal that her body is well toned, with not an ounce of extraneous fat. Her skin is pale considering her origins and the area of the world from which she hails, and it is unmarred save for the three blood red tattoos that mark her face. Her brown hair is cut short and ragged, and her dark grey eyes are almost permanently fixed into a hard glare.

Hawwah's clothing reflects the harsh and primitive conditions in which she lived. Layers of animal skins, most hardly modified and still recognizable as the creature they once were, adorn her torso, with her arms and legs uncovered to allow for ease of movement. A knife that is apparently made of bone, designed for the skinning of animals but surprisingly serviceable as a weapon in actual combat, can usually be found at her side or in her hand. A necklace of various bones and teeth as well as earrings made from similar materials are the closest thing to jewelry that will ever be found on Hawwah.

When required to wear modern attire, Hawwah will invariably choose modest and conservative clothing that will not become cumbersome should the need to engage in combat or flee arise. As a general rule of thumb, the most skin she will comfortably show is her arms, neck, and legs at and below the knee, and with modern clothing allowing these to be covered without affecting mobility, she will prefer to cover these areas as well. Anything displaying a midriff, thigh, or even a hint of cleavage will provoke extreme discomfort from her, at best garnering refusal to wear the offending piece of clothing, and at worst provoking outright violence.

Attributes


Stats


Strength: C
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Mana: B
Luck: E-

Skills


Skill: Presence Concealment
Description: The ability to conceal one's presence as a Servant.
Rank: B++
Effect: Hawwah is capable of being nearly impossible to detect, requiring close proximity or augmented magical assistance to discern her true nature as a Servant. When surrounded by plant life, this ability is increased to the point of requiring miraculous feats to properly perceive her.

Skill: Animal Dialogue
Description: The ability to communicate with animals that do not speak a "language of words."
Rank: B
Effect: Hawwah is capable of conveying and understanding complex concepts and holding complicated discourse with non human animals, but has no improved capability to convince a creature to her way of thinking.

Skill: Battle Continuation
Description: The ability to survive and continue battling despite injury.
Rank: D
Effect: Hawwah is able to ignore the debilitating effects of most minor injuries. In addition, due to her body's unique makeup, she is nearly immune to toxins and poisons, with substances that would normally cause death in the same day taking years to potentially show their effects.

Skill: Divinity
Description: The measure of one's Divine Spirit aptitude.
Rank: E-
Effect: Hawwah stands in the lineage of deity's in two different directions: she is both the direct creation of Yahweh from the rib of the first man and the first woman in the line that would produce the man some would come to call Messiah. However, due to the sin that resulted in her exile from Paradise, this is no longer present as anything more than a faint spark.

Skill: Librarian of Stored Knowledge
Description: Allows for a clear recall of knowledge from memory with a successful Luck check.
Rank: A
Effect: Hawwah has consumed the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Tov Wa-Ra, a phrase commonly translated as "Good and Evil", but can also easily denote "Everything". This ability allows for access to clear insight or knowledge, often recalled for not consciously recognized information and therefore appearing to come from nowhere.

Noble phantasms


Noble Phantasm: One Flesh, the Reuniting of Seperate Parts
Type: Support
Rank: B
Range: 5 meters
Number of targets: 2 (Herself and one additional target)
Description: When utilizing this Noble Phantasm, Hawwah will seemingly dissolve into a dust-like cloud that will condense and disappear into her target, usually focused around the lower rib area, in reference to the fact that she was made from a rib of the First Man's.
Effect: As a divinely created homunculus, Hawwah's form is spiritually amorphous. Having been taken out of the body of Mankind, she is capable of returning to such a state. When presented with a consenting individual, Hawwah can merge her own body with theirs, assuming spiritual form and using this state to reinforce the physical body of her "host", with no other apparent physical changes taking place. The target of this Noble Phantasm receives an increase in their abilities roughly proportionate to Hawwah's own parameters as a Servant, as well as retaining Hawwah's Presence Concealment ability. This boost in abilities is augmented by the familiarity and closeness between Hawwah and the target; if Hawwah and the target are barely acquainted the boost will be negligible, while one with whom she shares a great understanding, who could perhaps be called a "soulmate", would potentially receive the full bonus of Hawwah's abilities atop their own. After a period of time has passed, up to two hours for a regular human and longer for one with active magical circuits proportional to their number and quality, or whenever Hawwah and her host will it, they will separate, leaving both feeling physically drained afterwards.

This Noble Phantasm can also be turned against an unwilling target, though its effectiveness is greatly reduced. Hawwah's host will receive no benefit from the merge beyond the continuing effect of Hawwah's Presence Concealment. Ordinary humans will enter a trance like state allowing Hawwah full control of their bodies, while those with active magical circuits or a great will (read: player characters) are capable of resisting or even expelling her, especially if she attempts to commit actions they find themselves greatly opposed to while in control. When used under this application, the ability cannot be maintained for longer than half an hour, though Hawwah will usually be expelled before this point. Due to their pseudo-human nature, Hawwah cannot use this Noble Phantasm on an unwilling Servant, and even with a willing Servant can only maintain it for fifteen minutes.

Noble Phantasm: Original Sin, the Tree of Knowledge of Tov Wa-Ra
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: A
Range: Line of sight (see effect)
Number of Targets: 1
Description: This Noble Phantasm manifests the infamous Tree for which the original Man and Woman lost Paradise, known in the English language as the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. By speaking the lie with which she was initially deceived, "Ye shall be as gods," Hawwah causes a ten foot tall tree of unknown species to appear. The tree possesses several dark, fleshy fruits that resemble figs in shape.
Effect: The Tree acts as the focus of a mind affecting spell that alters the consciousness of one target with which Hawwah can communicate. While within eyesight of the tree and Hawwah, the affected target is compelled to follow the suggestions she gives that they can hear, provided that it does not require causing direct harm to themselves or others they would not normally harm (with one major exception; see next paragraph). This effect is mitigated by magic resistance or abilities that offer resistance to mind altering effects, and can only target one individual at a time, however Hawwah can change the target at will. The Tree itself is resistant to most mundane forms of damage, with powerful magics able to inflict serious harm, and Noble Phantasms of rank C or higher able to destroy it outright.

The focal point of this Noble Phantasm is not the Tree however, but its fruit. Any fruit plucked from the Tree is a potent magical poison, resulting in unavoidable death for any who eat it. The consumption of this fruit is the only sort of harm that can be suggested by Hawwah through the Tree's mind altering affect. For a human being without any form of augmented resistance, death occurs within seconds of consumption; a Heroic Spirit or comparable creature who consumes will have a longer period of life, roughly a week before death sets in, which will be preceded by a gradual weakening of their abilities. The fruit can exist for one hour separate from the Tree, and maintains its deadly properties if the Tree is destroyed, but if such a situation would occur it is up to Hawwah to convince the target to consume the fruit without aid of the Tree's magical effect. The fruit does not retain its effect if it is modified in any meaningful way prior to consumption, such as pureeing, dicing, or otherwise disguising it through mechanical means.

Personal


Personality: The first impression Hawwah gives off is one of a cold and aloof woman. She is content to limit her conversation with human beings to the bare minimum. If she believes she can make her point with a single word, then that is all she will use. If she can make her point without speaking at all, all the better. Her apathy extends to her function as a Servant of the Assassin class; when commanded, she will execute most any target without hint of either hatred or remorse. It would appear as though the woman has a heart of stone.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

In reality, under her carefully garnered indifference lies a caring and gentle soul. She has an almost inborn instinct to care and tend to the needs of others as befits the Mother of All Who Will Live, but while such a character would be a lovely thing in the garden of Paradise, in the savage world where Hawwah lived out the rest of her days in exile it could only be a weakness that had to be smothered. So against every instinct, she regards the weak and the helpless with indifference, even contempt at times. Knowing the pain of loss, Hawwah's emotional distance is also a defense mechanism against any further injury to her heart.

Perhaps the defining characteristic of Hawwah's personality is her sense of guilt. She is horrified and disgusted by her actions, both those that resulted in her exile and those she had committed in order to survive. She considers herself directly responsible for the misfortune and pain that has followed her family for their entire lives. If possible, when presented with a situation that goes awry, Hawwah will likely find a way to blame the misfortune on herself.

It should also be noted that nudity, or even near nudity, is something that results in a great deal of discomfort for Hawwah. When presented with an individual of either gender whose dress is less than modest, her discomfort will result in decreased performance. For example, she would be at a distinct disadvantage, beyond the already present gap between abilities, against the Rider of the Fifth Holy Grail War.

Character color: Green
Likes: Hunting, Meat, Romantic stories
Dislikes: Needing people, Fruit, Snakes
Natural enemy: Traitors, Liars
Hobbies: Cooking

Past Life


History: Hawwah's life began in Paradise. Not some mundane location that was filled with pleasures of the world, but a true transcendent Paradise, a heavenly garden in the earthly realm. Her first memory of that place was awakening after her creation. Seeing the Man sleeping soundly nearby, and instinctively knowing that it was from him she was drawn, she went to his side and patiently waited. When he awoke, the two knew each other instantly, for in truth they were two halves of a whole. From that day onward they were together, enjoying the peace and cool of the garden, naked and not ashamed.

Their happiness was not to last. In Paradise, Hawwah knew only one law, the one that had been passed down from the God that the Man told her they owed their existence to: of every fruit of the garden they could eat, even the fruit of the Tree of Life, but not the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Tov Wa-Ra. This tree alone was forbidden to them, and they were told that death would come for them on the day they ate of it. Hawwah believed that she could be content; after all, what matter was it if she could not eat of one fruit, when the garden held countless that she still had yet to try? For eons this held true, how many even she could not count. But after time had passed Hawwah encountered the serpent. She did not fear it, for all the creatures of the garden posed no danger to her and the Man. Perhaps if she had, the tragedy to come would not have taken place. Softly, the serpent whispered lies into her ear, of how in eating it she would become as a god. Enamored with the idea of such an existence, Hawwah took and ate of the forbidden fruit.

From that moment on she knew of her mistake. How could she not? How could she, who had never known corruption and whom even time left untouched, not feel the creeping death approaching, not become aware as the rot began to eat away at her? It would not happen at once; years, decades, centuries even might pass, but the inevitable and irrevocable grip of death was now upon her and had begun tightening its grasp. Terror seized her heart, terror of the unknown and, more importantly, terror of going into it alone. It was this terror that drove her to commit what she would come to see as the greatest mistake of her existence: without a moments hesitation she plucked a second fruit from the tree, fled to the Man, and convinced him to eat of it. Poisoning the Man she loved so that she may not be alone, both were condemned. Seeing each other's shame in their nakedness, they hid both from each other and from the one whose command they had disobeyed.

This aided them little.

The punishment for their actions was severe. Hawwah was told that she was to be ruled over by her husband, and would bring forth children in great pain and sorrow. Both her and the Man were cast out from Paradise, exiled to the savage lands of the earth. There they learned of the true blessings they had experienced before; in Paradise they had want of nothing, but here they would struggle every day to survive. The Man would toil at the ground, quarreling with the element that once so abundantly provided for them. The beasts of this land were not the creatures they had shared the garden with peacefully, but savage and vicious creatures whom they had to defend themselves from at every turn. Despite their hardships, however, both Man and Woman survived and even for a time began to thrive.

Already then the distance began to form between husband and wife. Hawwah had heard his voice when he blamed her for the sin he had committed, and while she could not deny her guilt that accusation had stained the pure love which had once been held between them. Though he still claimed to love her, many a night they would spend apart from one another. Those nights they did lay together, it seemed little more than a chore, never again the full joyous experience they had once shared. Often Hawwah would cry herself to sleep, weeping for the love that she had lost, the love she had destroyed as she poisoned the Man.

And then she gave birth to her first child. The experience was the definition of agony, lasting for a day and a night. She felt as though death had finally come for her, that the pain would rip her in two, but when it had passed and the first cries of her son were heard, she felt love bloom in her heart. As she held Qayin close to her breast, she knew that here was one who would love her unconditionally, one whom she would give anything to protect. She believed that God had finally looked upon her with favor, and while her crime could never be atoned for, she could at least find solace in this little one. Qayin grew fast and strong, following his father out into the field and learning of his craft. At first Hawwah grew fearful, that perhaps she might lose the boy to the Man, but soon it became clear that if anything, Qayin was the bridge that seemed to heal some of the hurt between the couple.

When Hawwah conceived again, she actually praised God. She anticipated the pain that was to come, even reveled in it, if only for the joy she knew that awaited her if she endured. And she was not disappointed. The labor seemed more bearable, even taking less time than Qayin's had. Her second son, Hevel, loved her just as the first had. As he grew and took to caring for the flock, she taught both boys to praise the God that had blessed her with them.

And then Qayin murdered Hevel. It had happened so fast that at first it did not register. Not a day had passed since both had proposed to make an offering to God. She would never know why Qayin's first offering was deemed unacceptable, but at the time she was simply too proud of both her sons to care, certain that Qayin's next sacrifice would be pleasing in the eyes of God. Then the Man came to her late in the day, his expression solemn. The news he brought tore into Hawwah's heart like a blade, and as she fled the tent and stumbled upon the broken body of her secondborn, dried blood pooled around him as he lay in the field his brother and father had tended, she could do nothing but break down and wail in despair.

For a time Hawwah was inconsolable. In one day she had lost both of her sons, for Qayin had fled never again to be seen. The Man attempted to comfort her, but she pushed him away. Finally she understood the curse that had been placed upon her: the children that she brought into the world would bring her pain, but the physical pain of their arrival paled in comparison to the pain her heart endured at their departure. It was long before she left the tent again, and when the light of day once again fell on her face, it fell on something changed. No longer did she wear an expression of joy like the one that her sons had summoned in her. Neither did she wear a look of pain, or of sorrow, or of rage. In the darkness, Hawwah had locked away her heart, determined to never again endure the pain that she had felt.

History records that Hawwah brought more children into the world, sons and daughters. The names of a few are recorded in some texts, but Hawwah herself would be hard pressed to name them. These were the Man's children, not hers. She would bring them into the world, but she would not claim them as her own. She would tend to their needs, but she would never care for them. She would teach them, but she would never love them. That way she would not be wounded when they left. And all of them left. Some were claimed by hunger, others by illness, yet still others to violence, a countless to the contempt for her they cultivated.

History does not record the final fate of Hawwah, though several sources indicate that she would outlive the Man. If this is correct, she would have to remain hard and unyielding to survive alone in the savage world that would soon be condemned to a flood for its wickedness.

And now she has been summoned into the present day, and having been immortalized as the woman who brought death to the deathless she has been granted the role of the Assassin class. What she intends to do with this new chance at life is unknown, but for the time being she will follow the will of her Master until his will diverges from hers.

RP Sample

The night was strangely quiet. Normally as she lay in the comfort of the tent and waited for sleep to claim her, Hawwah could hear all manner of things in the darkness: insects chirping, the howl of a wolf, or the call of some nocturnal bird. But tonight there was nothing. If it weren't for one exception, the world would seem completely silent.

As if on cue, a loud hacking cough erupted from the bedroll a short distance away from where Hawwah lay. It continued on for some time, seemingly dying down for a moment only to regain strength and continue. Each time it did so Hawwah flinched as though she had been physically struck. It was getting worse. What had started as a minor annoyance had quickly grown to become something that interfered with daily life. For a while the Man had continued on as though nothing was wrong, but slowly he began to wear. It started with a shortened work day, with him passing the labor in the field off to one of the children to go sit by the fire. Soon, he was not working at all, and now they were fortunate to see him leave the tent.

The truth was obvious. The Man was dying.

Hawwah waited for the attack to die down, and then remained still for a while longer as the Man's breathing became more regular and she was certain he had returned to sleep. Slowly, she removed herself from her bedding and rose from the ground. Creeping over to the far end of the tent she looked through the few possessions which she thought of as hers and hers alone. It took only a moment to find the one that she was looking for. The knife was simple, a tool for skinning animals, but she knew from encounters with both beasts and savage men from she knew not where that it could easily slice through a throat.

She turned and slowly walked to the Man's side. He was huddled under his bedding, facing away from her. From her perspective he appeared no more than a bundle of furs, little different from any other animal she would carve for one of their meals. 'Good,' she thought, 'that makes things easier.'

It was a mercy. For herself or the Man she was not sure, but killing him would be a mercy, that was what she had convinced herself of. She sat by his side for some time motionless, trying to ascertain if there was any movement at all from outside the tent. Most had left, but a handful of the Man's children had stayed, to aid their parent in survival. They would certainly learn of what she'd done, but it would be best if she was able to slip away undetected before morning came. Content that she would not be disturbed, she slowly peeled the bearskin that served as the Man's blanket away.

The movement must have disturbed him, for he turned to rest on his other side. He now faced Hawwah and she froze, blanket in one hand and knife tightly gripped in the other. Fearful he had awakened Hawwah prepared herself to act swiftly, but the Man only mumbled something unintelligible and drifted back into sleep. She could now see his face, peaceful and contented. It used to be fuller, more lively; now it was thin, haggard, tired from a long, hard life. 'It is a mercy,' she told herself, 'this changes nothing, it is a mercy, and..'

Hawwah cursed under her breath, cursed at her own weakness, cursed the love that she could not kill no matter how hard she tried. She placed the blanket back upon the Man. It didn't matter in the end. It had simply been a formality. She had already killed him, so what difference did it make if it was to the knife or to poison? Hawwah moved away from his sleeping for swiftly, returning to her possessions and quietly exchanging her sleeping attire for her heavier travelling skins. The rest of the plan had not changed; she was resigned to losing the Man, but she would not remain to watch him leave.

She left the tent, ready to fade into the night. She had not gone far, however, before a voice called after her. Hawwah turned to look upon one of the Man's children, a grown man in his own right, and struggled to place his name. Was this one Tubal? Anak? Tellam?

"Mother, where are you going?" he asked. Seth, some distant part of her mind told her, Seth is the only one who still calls you mother.

"Your father is sick," Hawwah said, speaking aloud what had been known for some time now.

"So should you not stay with him?" The question stung at Hawwah, and for a moment she wanted to. She wanted to return to the tent and lie with the Man, like they had before, before the pain and the betrayal. She wanted to mend the gap that had formed between them, show him that the love they once shared was still alive.

"No," she said aloud. Even if loved still burned within her, any love the Man might have held was long dead, she was certain of that. She knew such an answer would not satisfy Seth, however, and so momentarily ponder on a story to keep him from preventing her departure.

"I go to Paradise," she finally said, "to beg God to spare him." It was as great a lie as she had ever told, but from the look on Seth's face she could tell he believed her. It was little surprise: the Man had told his children stories about Paradise, and they were willing to believe anything said about the place.

"The Tree of Life may save father," Seth mused, filling in the holes of Hawwah's story himself. Hawwah had turned to leave when she heard his footsteps chase after her and saw him appear beside her.

"Let me come with you, Mother."

"No."

"Mother, I shall protect you on the journey," Seth said, hefting a spear she had not noticed him carrying until now. Was Seth the hunter, or was he simply borrowing the spear from one of his brothers? Hawwah could not remember.

"I don't need protection," Hawwah said, thinking of the knife at her side.

"I am coming Mother," Seth insistently stated. Hawwah considered her options, wondering how fruitful it would be to attempt to dissuade him.

"Very well. Follow."

Seth smiled, but Hawwah simply stared resolutely ahead. The journey to "Paradise" would doubtless take several days. It would be a simple matter to leave him behind as he slept.

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