PLAYER Name: Nao Age: 24 Personal Journal:scribblenautics E-mail: f0xh0undvix3n@gmail.com AIM: f0xh0undvix3n
CHARACTER Name: Rider (Francis Drake) Canon: Fate/EXTRA Age: Originally died at 55, looks about late 20s. Timeline: Post-death, female protagonist with playable Saber route.
Personality: Rider is a hedonist to the extreme, a self-proclaimed villain, greedy, and selfish. Her attitude towards life is in essence like a firework; burning bright and rising quickly with no regard for its explosive ending. After her boss battle, she says herself 'a villain's final moments are laughably miserable' with little more than amusement. Her only concern is with getting everything she can from life before it reaches the unhappy end that she understands is only natural.
Her approach to the treasure she hunts in earnest is "I chase after gold so that I can scatter it like a storm!" That stands as the vital difference that separates her from Gilgamesh and his endless treasury; while similarly self-centered and avaricious, Rider exhausts her wealth as if her life depends on it. Everything about Rider is in fact like a storm on the ocean; loud, abrasive, and a sheer destructive force. She is cutthroat in battle, though not needlessly cruel outside of it. Though she and Shinji cross paths with the protagonist and her Servant outside of the arena several times, she is never overly confrontational until the time comes for them to actually fight. her sprite and ingame model always appear to have a smile or at the very least a smirk on them, so it may be safe to say she's often in high spirits regardless of any difficult situation. It could be said that as long as one stays out of her way, she will likely treat them as kindly as can be expected of a pirate.
Recognizing that life is not an endless thing, Rider sets out to enjoy it as much as possible. Once defeated, she seems to accept her loss with disgust at her own failing, but no hatred or real anger. She is despite everything a graceful loser. She has no real concerns about death, seeming to regard it with a 'well, shit happens' attitude. In fact, one can say that devil-may-care sort of thinking extends to much about her. Rider seems to care little for the supposed authority Shinji holds as her Master--she teases him often like an elder sister would do to her brother. On occasion she laughs when the protagonist or her Servant verbally get the better of him, even playfully mocking her Master herself on occasion.
On that note, she is a remarkably playful person; there is an account of Drake teasing his men by looking downcast when asked about the results of a raid before pulling out a necklace of Spanish gold with a laugh. Rider is a generally lighthearted individual who doesn't really care who it is she's teasing; whether ally or enemy, she will mock and joke around at their expense all the same. While not strictly a good individual by any means, Rider is not needlessly cruel or cold; she seems to strike an odd balance between abrasive and amicable. Rider is essentially that one loudmouthed friend in a group who seems to be wasting her time there just because the others amuse her, the kind that is out all night partying and gladly fighting a hangover the next day.
A vital side note is mentioned in the section of Rider's ingame information matrix:
In addition - and this is merely literary creation - there is also a story full of romance in which Drake was a companion of Queen Elizabeth and, just before setting sail for the world circumnavigation, switched places with the Queen, who could no longer go out in public due to receiving a wound on her face.
Considering the nature of Fate/ canon to play fast and loose with 'literary creation' vs. 'history' as well as Rider's obvious facial scar, this was likely meant as an explanation as for why this particular Drake is suddenly a woman (aside from the canon's love of genderswaps). While she is for all intents and purposes 'Francis Drake' and did herself accomplish the majority of deeds attributed to him, she was very likely born Elizabeth and switched places with Drake sometime in mid to late 1577, shortly before the latter's circumnavigation of the world began.
Abilities: As a Servant, basically everything about Rider is in some measure superhuman. She requires no food or sleep (but can and will enjoy both in excess regardless), and is notably a little more difficult to kill than an average human.
However, her statistics (Strength, Endurance, Magic, Agility) are all average or below with the exception of an astronomical (EX) ranking in Luck. Her passive skills Voyager of the Storm and Pioneer of the Stars mark her charisma as a military leader and her willpower being enough to realize the impossible, respectively. From a less statistical standpoint, Rider carries two flintlock pistols; as long as she has magical energy sufficient enough to operate on, they will not need to be reloaded. Additionally she has slight magic resistance, able to cancel out the weakest of spells aimed at her.
Rider's Noble Phantasm is the Golden Wild Hunt: The Night of the Golden Hind and the Storm (or simply Hunt of the Golden Hind). When Rider speaks the invocation, she summons a fleet of ships to attack her target. (Which, for everyone's convenience, will be nerfed to only the Golden Hind.) She can also summon four cannons with her Culverin Cannons skill.
"Hmph." A frown briefly passed across the scarred face of the woman in red as she overlooked her surroundings in the park. The day had been a boring one, she decided. It was no fault of the location--this place's architecture kind of reminded her of England, which wasn't much of a strike against it. But it got dull, and though the pirate sat down and folded her arms to consider the reasoning, she didn't need to dwell on it long.
What was a Servant without her Master? Or in Rider's case, without her young loudmouthed companion? 'Bored out of her skull' seemed to be the accurate answer. Things just weren't quite the same here as they'd been in the Moon Cell with Shinji. Something was missing, something she needed to get her hands on. Something like-
"Ah--of course." She tapped a closed fist into the open palm of her other hand lightly, line of thought completing itself. The woman crossed her legs, leaning back on the object she sat upon with a smirk. What she needed wasn't Shinji--though she wouldn't have minded him specifically--and it wasn't a Master. No, what Francis Drake needed was a pirate crew. How in God's name could she have overlooked that? A captain wasn't a captain at all without people to lead. Nodding in newfound determination, Rider again folded her arms.
"Yeah, that's just what I'll have to do. There's no bulletin board here, so maybe flyers. No, too much work. Advertisements over the pocketwatches, definitely." It sounded like sheer genius to Rider's ears as she voiced her thoughts. Of course, a good captain always took other opinions into account.
"What do you think?"
With a tap of her boot against cooling flesh and fur matted with blood, Rider directed her question to the pile of park monsters she'd been slaying before the plague of boredom struck, and whose corpses she now used as a particularly unsettling chair. Of course, no response came--Rider seemed to take that silence as agreement, letting out a sharp laugh as she leapt to her feet and wiped the creature's spilled blood off her face.
"Stunned into silence by my genius? I see, I see. You just lie there and let me handle all the hard work, then." She turned with a flourish of pink hair and red coat, stalking off back towards the city with long strides and a confident grin.
[CANON] Rider || Fate/EXTRA || reserve || 1 of 1
Name: Nao
Age: 24
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CHARACTER
Name: Rider (Francis Drake)
Canon: Fate/EXTRA
Age: Originally died at 55, looks about late 20s.
Timeline: Post-death, female protagonist with playable Saber route.
Personality: Rider is a hedonist to the extreme, a self-proclaimed villain, greedy, and selfish. Her attitude towards life is in essence like a firework; burning bright and rising quickly with no regard for its explosive ending. After her boss battle, she says herself 'a villain's final moments are laughably miserable' with little more than amusement. Her only concern is with getting everything she can from life before it reaches the unhappy end that she understands is only natural.
Her approach to the treasure she hunts in earnest is "I chase after gold so that I can scatter it like a storm!" That stands as the vital difference that separates her from Gilgamesh and his endless treasury; while similarly self-centered and avaricious, Rider exhausts her wealth as if her life depends on it. Everything about Rider is in fact like a storm on the ocean; loud, abrasive, and a sheer destructive force. She is cutthroat in battle, though not needlessly cruel outside of it. Though she and Shinji cross paths with the protagonist and her Servant outside of the arena several times, she is never overly confrontational until the time comes for them to actually fight. her sprite and ingame model always appear to have a smile or at the very least a smirk on them, so it may be safe to say she's often in high spirits regardless of any difficult situation. It could be said that as long as one stays out of her way, she will likely treat them as kindly as can be expected of a pirate.
Recognizing that life is not an endless thing, Rider sets out to enjoy it as much as possible. Once defeated, she seems to accept her loss with disgust at her own failing, but no hatred or real anger. She is despite everything a graceful loser. She has no real concerns about death, seeming to regard it with a 'well, shit happens' attitude. In fact, one can say that devil-may-care sort of thinking extends to much about her. Rider seems to care little for the supposed authority Shinji holds as her Master--she teases him often like an elder sister would do to her brother. On occasion she laughs when the protagonist or her Servant verbally get the better of him, even playfully mocking her Master herself on occasion.
On that note, she is a remarkably playful person; there is an account of Drake teasing his men by looking downcast when asked about the results of a raid before pulling out a necklace of Spanish gold with a laugh. Rider is a generally lighthearted individual who doesn't really care who it is she's teasing; whether ally or enemy, she will mock and joke around at their expense all the same. While not strictly a good individual by any means, Rider is not needlessly cruel or cold; she seems to strike an odd balance between abrasive and amicable. Rider is essentially that one loudmouthed friend in a group who seems to be wasting her time there just because the others amuse her, the kind that is out all night partying and gladly fighting a hangover the next day.
Background:
Rider
Francis Drake
A vital side note is mentioned in the section of Rider's ingame information matrix:
In addition - and this is merely literary creation - there is also a story full of romance in which Drake was a companion of Queen Elizabeth and, just before setting sail for the world circumnavigation, switched places with the Queen, who could no longer go out in public due to receiving a wound on her face.
Considering the nature of Fate/ canon to play fast and loose with 'literary creation' vs. 'history' as well as Rider's obvious facial scar, this was likely meant as an explanation as for why this particular Drake is suddenly a woman (aside from the canon's love of genderswaps). While she is for all intents and purposes 'Francis Drake' and did herself accomplish the majority of deeds attributed to him, she was very likely born Elizabeth and switched places with Drake sometime in mid to late 1577, shortly before the latter's circumnavigation of the world began.
Abilities: As a Servant, basically everything about Rider is in some measure superhuman. She requires no food or sleep (but can and will enjoy both in excess regardless), and is notably a little more difficult to kill than an average human.
However, her statistics (Strength, Endurance, Magic, Agility) are all average or below with the exception of an astronomical (EX) ranking in Luck. Her passive skills Voyager of the Storm and Pioneer of the Stars mark her charisma as a military leader and her willpower being enough to realize the impossible, respectively. From a less statistical standpoint, Rider carries two flintlock pistols; as long as she has magical energy sufficient enough to operate on, they will not need to be reloaded. Additionally she has slight magic resistance, able to cancel out the weakest of spells aimed at her.
Rider's Noble Phantasm is the Golden Wild Hunt: The Night of the Golden Hind and the Storm (or simply Hunt of the Golden Hind). When Rider speaks the invocation, she summons a fleet of ships to attack her target. (Which, for everyone's convenience, will be nerfed to only the Golden Hind.) She can also summon four cannons with her Culverin Cannons skill.
First Person: Here at the test drive meme.
Third Person:
"Hmph." A frown briefly passed across the scarred face of the woman in red as she overlooked her surroundings in the park. The day had been a boring one, she decided. It was no fault of the location--this place's architecture kind of reminded her of England, which wasn't much of a strike against it. But it got dull, and though the pirate sat down and folded her arms to consider the reasoning, she didn't need to dwell on it long.
What was a Servant without her Master? Or in Rider's case, without her young loudmouthed companion? 'Bored out of her skull' seemed to be the accurate answer. Things just weren't quite the same here as they'd been in the Moon Cell with Shinji. Something was missing, something she needed to get her hands on. Something like-
"Ah--of course." She tapped a closed fist into the open palm of her other hand lightly, line of thought completing itself. The woman crossed her legs, leaning back on the object she sat upon with a smirk. What she needed wasn't Shinji--though she wouldn't have minded him specifically--and it wasn't a Master. No, what Francis Drake needed was a pirate crew. How in God's name could she have overlooked that? A captain wasn't a captain at all without people to lead. Nodding in newfound determination, Rider again folded her arms.
"Yeah, that's just what I'll have to do. There's no bulletin board here, so maybe flyers. No, too much work. Advertisements over the pocketwatches, definitely." It sounded like sheer genius to Rider's ears as she voiced her thoughts. Of course, a good captain always took other opinions into account.
"What do you think?"
With a tap of her boot against cooling flesh and fur matted with blood, Rider directed her question to the pile of park monsters she'd been slaying before the plague of boredom struck, and whose corpses she now used as a particularly unsettling chair. Of course, no response came--Rider seemed to take that silence as agreement, letting out a sharp laugh as she leapt to her feet and wiped the creature's spilled blood off her face.
"Stunned into silence by my genius? I see, I see. You just lie there and let me handle all the hard work, then." She turned with a flourish of pink hair and red coat, stalking off back towards the city with long strides and a confident grin.