Servant Profile: Vortigern Pendragon
(Wow, it's been a long ass time since I put forth my original concept for Vortigern. That was pre-Lostbelt 6. And due to it's release as well as seeing his depiction in a certain fanfic, I wanted to redo it.)
Class: Berserker/Saber
Origin: Arthurian Myth
Region: England
Pseudonym(s): Berserker of Britianna/The Black Staining Tyrant
Height: 8 ft, 1 in (245 cm)
Weight: 450 lbs (113 kg)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Likes: Nature, Wars, All-Out Battles, Honesty
Dislikes: Humanity, Civilization, Self-Delusion, King Arthur
Natural Enemy: King Arthur
Parameter:
STR: A+++
END: A+
AGL: D++
MANA: A
LCK: B
NP: -
Background: Born as the second born son to King Costantine III, known as the 'Blood Stained Beast' by the foes of the royal family. An oddly prophetic title, as he felt a certain disconnect from the rest of humanity. He fought brutally against the numerous warring tribes of Britan, often at the behest of his elder brother Aurelius. After their father was assassinated by the Picts and betrayed by his mage advisor (and Vortigern's magecraft teacher), he took his eight-year old brother Uther, joined with Aurelius and fled Britan.
While in exile, Vortigern taught the young Uther how to wield a sword, imparting a fierce and bloody swordsmanship. The two of them acted as the strike force of Aurelius as they gather supplies and allies until the time came to take back their home and throne. They engaged in an all out war against the treacherous mage, eventually leading to Uther striking down the mage as Vortigern held down the enemy soldiers. With his dying breaths, the mage prophesied a road of hardship and betrayal between the three brothers.
A warning that would come true as a while after taking the throne, Aurelius was stuck with his own prophetic visions. In confidence he confided in Vortigern that he saw their city of Londinium consumed in flames, innumerable soldiers lying dead and a single, armored figure kneeling atop that mountain of corpses. Thinking that figure to be their innocent brother Uther, Aurelius began to suspect the tribal kings under his leadership of conspiracy. His paranoia reaching a fever pitch, he begins calling for a purge of the leaders. Uther, the very brother he sought to protect, knew this was not like his brother. He was aware that such a purge would cause massive instability, not to mention his unfounded assertions. Eventually, Uther was forced to gather the outcast kings under his banner and, with Vortigern on his side, they were forced to rebel and kill their brother.
After all this bloodshed, Vortigern left Britan for his own devices. Having long since grown sick of conspiracy, politics and his own feeling of disconnect with humanity- he sought out answers for his feelings and left the throne for Uther. His journey lasted for almost two years until he finally communed with the fae of Britan, discovering that his own soul was closer in nature to them than man. As he stayed with the fae, he grew an admiration for the simplicity and purity of the wild, untamed Britan. This, along with his growing disgust with human civilization, gave him a new purpose in life.
The complete destruction of humanity in Britan.
He left the fae and sought out the corpse of the White Dragon of Britan, Albion. Climbing deep down into the earth, he found the white dragon's corpse, still pulsating with life in spite of its soul long since gone. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged his blade into the beast and dug through its innards. Once he reached the heart, Vortigern ripped it out, crushed it in hand and poured the blood down his throat. What came next was an excruciating transformation as the white dragon's power morphed and changed his body. But Vortigern endured, coming out the other side as the avatar of Britan's will, a will that aligned with his own.
After this, he crawled from the dragon's tomb and ravaged the tribes of Britan. One by one, he decimated the land's forces, creating his own faction within Britan. He bolstered his forces with Britan's long time enemies, the Saxons, and marched towards Londinium. Before directly engaging the city, Vortigern had his men poison the nearby wells. Despite his unmatched power, Vortigern of all people knew and respected his brother's unyielding will. A well founded concern as upon the day of Lonidinum's fall, the black armored man found Uther, weary from long drawn fights and poison, felling his men one by one. The two of them met in the fires of their family's city, hatred flowing from Uther and determination from Vortigern.
The two of them clashed. Vortigern's greater strength and condition should have led to a quick and decisive victory for himself. Yet, Uther's own swordsmanship surpassed his and his will far out weighed his body's damage and allowed him to push forward. Hours passed, as dusk turned to night and then bordered on morn. The fata blow was dealt by Vortigern, a hammering strike* smashing through Uther's body. Yet the final strike was dealt by the youngest brother, scarring his brother's face in his final moments. If one asked the Saxons who spotted their leader after the fight, they would have said he wore a look of inhuman glee...and a hint of respect. A look that would only come once more- after a meeting with the former queen that ended in her death.
From there, Vortigern ruled Britan with an iron fist, slowly purging the land of mankind. However, his reign did not end as he had planned. Slowly, a resistance built up in the land against him. It was only later than he learned that it was spearheaded by the 'son' of his dead brother, 'Arthur' Pendragon.
Said prince won victory after victory against his forces until they were forced back into the ruins of Londinium. Vortigern barricaded himself in the former throne room, eagerly awaiting the final showdown. Upon seeing the doors open, the blacked tyrant blasted the knights with dragon fire, incinerating all but 'Arthur' and 'his' loyal knight, Gawain. Even their holy swords had their lights dimed by his power, the will of Britan to stay pure. Unwilling to underestimate the child of his brother, Vortigern shed his human form and became Calamity incarnate, shaped like a dragon. Against both 'Arthur' and Gawain, Vortigern fought. Once more, he had been stalled despite his overwhelming power until both knights pierced his hands. Then, in an instant, 'Arthur' drew his spear and pierced his heart.
With his dying breaths, reduced to the state he should have ended as back as a human, he glared at 'Arthur' and proclaimed 'his' folly, mocking his inhumanity and the fate destined for the wielder of the spear. Though his words were of the blood in 'his' veins, Vortigern's spirit burned with hate against the demeanor of the coming king. A human king that denied 'his' humanity. An insult to everything Vortigern fought for and a rejection of what he found in mankind.
Personality: A once quiet and uncertain man, Vortigern now bears the personality of a true tyrant. Cruel, selfish, disgustingly gleeful in the pain caused by his hands. Reveling in the death and destruction Yet...a strange sense of nobility and honor is found. He prefers straight forward combat, disliking tricks (and even the one played against his brother). He refuses to lie, always showing who and what he is. He holds utter disdain for those who lie to themselves above all.
Relationships:
Uther Pendragon
His younger brother and the man he killed to conquor Britan. He holds no ill will or disdain for Uther, instead showing a level of gleeful respect for his determination and self discovery in Vortigern's absence. It can be said that he considers him his most memorable foe.
Arturia Pendragon
Unlike with her father, Vortigern utterly hates Arturia. Not for killing him, as such is the way of life in Britan. No, he hates her for fighting on mankind's side...yet locking away her own humanity. He loathes this of her, seeing it as a sign of weakness as well as an insult to everything he fought for. He desires nothing more than to crush the inhuman king for her weakness. ... Or to properly lose not to 'King Arthur' but Arturia Pendragon.
Arturia Alter
Finds the idea of a 'tyrant' Arturia laughable and mocks her as a 'girl playing pretend at Uncle'. Hatred is not found in him against her- for hatred to exist, one must acknowledge the target of hatred as valid in some way, after all.
Morgan (PHH)
Thinks of her as an inferior successor, split between her three roles and unable to accept them in full.
Morgan (Lostbelt)
Looks down on her as a failed hero. Belittles and mocks her for abandoning her ideals, saying that her father would be ashamed of her.
Merlin
Finds his struggles with his inhumanity pathetic, especially as the supposedly 'inhuman' Merlin can barely disguise vitrol against him for his killing of Uther.
Melusine
Loves taunting her with how he is a full manifestation of the White Dragon while she is but a rotting hunk of flesh that fell off. One of the few that can intimidate her.
Oberon-Vortigern
His 'other self' from Fairy Britan. Finds his curse funny. Mocks him for succumbing to his curse and encourages him to challenge his assertion.
Skills:
Madness Enchantment -
The class skill of Berserkers. Vortigern was placed in the class not because his anger or rage but rather his bloody, gleeful way of combat. Thus the skill is in effect inactive.
Magic Resistance EX
Thanks to full embracing the might of Albion, magecraft is ineffective against him. Only something on par with True Magic or Rhongyminad can hurt him.
Monstrous Strength A++
One of the skills he gained from drinking Albion's blood. Having shed his humanity, Vortigern can massively boost his strength for short periods of time.
Mana Burst (Black) A
Utilizing the draconic mana in his veins, Vortigern can imbue his body and weapons with great might.
Primevial Black Mana C
The primordial mana of the British Isles, awoken in Vortigern's veins after consuming Albion. The skill allows him to draw mana from Britan itself, even if it is incinerated or removed from the world.
Anti-Human Order D
The skill embodying his nature as a humanity destroying calamity, shared with his Lostbelt counterpart.
Noble Phantasm:
The Black Stained Heart - Vortigern
Class: Anti-Personnel (Anti-Fortress)
Rank: EX
The act of transforming himself into the dragon that nearly took down King Arthur, wielding the full might of Britan itself. When activated, even dragonslaying Heroic Spirits would struggle to fight against him in this form. Only someone wielding Rhongyominad or bearing the name 'King Arthur' could have a chance to defeat him. Luckily, this Noble Phantasm is unusable outside Britan.
The Hammer That Marks Man's End - Vile King Vortigern
Class: Anti-Personnel
Rank: 'A++'
A technique where Vortigern channels his mana into his self-made blade, creating a raging torrent of mana before smashing it into the opponent with an overhead strike. This is not a true Noble Phantasm but is used in place of one, emulating it in strength. The corrupted King Arthur also utilizes a similar technique, though far inferior. Perhaps her style is not suited for a move reliant on the mindset of a tyrant.
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dweird's OC-tober day 12, 13, & 14 ! The rest of my fan servants: Baudelaire (assassin), Voltaire (caster), and Prometheus (ruler) in his mecha ascension. I have drawn Prometheus before, but I'll leave some extra info on the rest under the cut if you are curious!
Charles Baudelaire - assassin class, probably skills with poison or curse effect, or maybe one that can take an ally's status effects for himself. He is quite grumpy and loves to complain. He likes pretty things and looking at women, but he's too shy to ever talk to them so he's also bitter about that. He likes to drink and smoke but can't bear to do it with other people because everyone complains that he looks too young for it. Baudelaire's essays talk a lot about youth and make up and women in general so I thought giving him a sort of androgynous youngish look would be nice...! His is probably an Arts NP that inflicts terror and locks skills. He is an assassin because I wanted to lean on the Cursed Poet thing lol
Voltaire - caster class, probably Quick based set that can be played as offensive or defensive, if you got the right companions. He's the glue that holds the team together. He is very wise and smart, but often times just chooses to be silly for the fun of it as long as it does no harm. He is very curious about everything and is very good at conversation. Dante thinks he is really cool and they talk theology together, Houdini respects him and likes that they are both skeptics, Prometheus is happy he can talk philosophy with someone else, and Baudelaire stands him because he's also an author and French. His NP is probably single target that does more damage if the enemy has some status effects (like Robin!)
Also Prometheus mecha ver because all them greeks gods need a mecha ver. His mech is actually grey-ish brown, and I wanted it to look like a moth, moth to a flame etc you get it.
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