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Here, have a Master. I tried to make it as grossly overpowered as possible. Now let's hope no one else signs up as a Master and I get to crush plebian NPCs.

Name: Alwyn Llewellyn
Titles/Aliases: Al, Grand, Lugobelinos, Crown of Thorns; some people anglicize his name to "Alvin" or "Alwin."
Age: 21 - old enough to "exchange prana"
Gender: Male
Height: 168cm
Weight: 60kg
Wish: To reach the Swirl of the Root, or failing that, to remove the stain of the fall from grace on his family history and ascend back into the upper echelons of magus society

Generation: 20th+
Organization: Mage's Association - Clock Tower Branch
Heritage: Magus (former Magus Nobility-Royalty)
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Background: Alwyn is the last member of a once-great family that traced its legacy to the rulers of the Kingdom of Gwynedd. The family's magical prowess came from breeding with lines of skilled druids and assimilating their accumulated knowledge regarding the natural world, of things such as natural alchemy, runology, and phantasmal zoology: a wide berth of abilities that were stored on the family's unique Magic Crest. They also adopted the unique practice of not storing knowledge in written form to prevent robbery by other magi - a custom that remains until today.

Following the fall of their kingdom, the family withdrew into a traditional magus lifestyle, only keeping to several customs from their former existence.

Eventually, House Llewellyn joined the Mage's Association and rapidly rose in prominence, becoming one of its biggest families by the 15th century. Infighting and politics began to weaken them in the late 18th century until the rival Archelot family overtook their place as the lords of the 7th Department. This lasted until the 20th century, leaving the Llewellyn as a decaying and diminished house, mocked by the nobility of the modern Clock Tower.

Alwyn's grandfather was greatly displeased with the continued deterioration of the bloodline and began to research new, forbidden vistas, such as Reality Marbles or Dead Apostles. Although he researched both, he didn't dabble or attempt to utilize either phenomenon. Nonetheless, his forays eventually garnered attention from his rivals and caused him to receive a Sealing Designation, and Association Enforcers were dispatched to remove him.

In a desperate bid for ensuring the bloodline's survival, Alwyn's grandfather gave him the family Crest, before offering himself to the Enforcers as the Sealing Designate. This saved the family's lands, assets, and knowledge, all of which would have been forcibly seized otherwise, but left Alwyn alone as the last member of the last remaining branch of his family, with no known relatives or allies, in the desolate world of magus intrigue.

Ever since then, Alwyn strived to win back his family's place through politics and research but has been consistently frustrated to no end in his inability to make a proper breakthrough in either department. Several months ago, Alwyn got his chance when a red seal imprinted itself on his hand.

Base Personality: Alwyn lacks the pride of a magus, instead being apathetic but competitive, having been mocked his entire life: the attitude of a crumpled branch which grew a crown of thorns to bite back at the ones who pick at it. Despite that, he maintains a position of diligence, hard work, and dedication; the attitude of a magus, with preparedness to make sacrifices and the ability to clamp down on opportunities like a bear-trap.

This translates into something approaching an iron will once he resolves himself to complete an objective, but whether or not he chooses to complete said objective is another matter entirely.

He is at a halfway crossroad, undecided between determinedly striving towards ultimate victory for his lineage and entirely giving up on the centuries of collective research and life and just ending things to resolve himself to a peaceful, sedentary, but meaningless life. He is confused by this attitude himself and doesn't really know which is the correct option; Alwyn has the disposition of someone rather oblivious who could use advice and spiritual wisdom.

He desires to bring glory to his family name, but the environment is not conducive to this dream. Should he just give up on the millennia of effort and accept the blatant loss he is clearly faced with?

Partly through his own work and through the endless research of his ancestors, he received the first-rank designation of "Grand," the highest rank of skill that a Clock Tower magus has available. Despite this, he - or more importantly, his family name - remains unacknowledged and mocked, and so, he takes no pride in this label.

Likes: Gardening, magecraft
Dislikes: The Aristocratic Faction, magecraft
Talents: Hard work
Natural Enemy: Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

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Magic Circuits:
Circuit Quality: C++
Circuit Quantity: A
Circuit Composition: Mitotic Branch

Activation Image: Division, followed by growth of the divided parts until they are the same as the original
Elemental Affinity: Average One (Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, Ether)
Origin: Metastasis

Magecraft:

The Llewellyn family specializes in biological magecraft and natural disciplines, including animal familiars and the remnants of druidic practices. In other words, they can be summarized as "druids and life scientists," with a small pressure on general precepts of biology such as eugenics, genetics, biological modification, and even alchemy.

The Llewellyn hoped to reach the Swirl of the Root by finding the "nebulous space that exists between the genes which define a species." Such a theory is basic yet likely to carry results with enough research, but it'd likely require centuries of more research before achieving its stated goal, especially now that creatures such as Phantasmal Species are so difficult to find.

Despite this focus on biology, the Llewellyn family Magic Crest contains a wealth of information on a number of magics, both druidic and foreign. This is due to the practice of saving all of their data on the Magic Crest, instead of backing it up in arcane books and tomes: a leftover practice from their druidic days, which would have gotten them mocked as inefficient fools under normal circumstances. And yet, it appears things have worked out splendidly in their favor, in an ironic middle-finger to ordinary convention... if only the family was still thriving.

In terms of raw skill and power, if Lorelei Barthomelloi is ranked as 100, then Alwyn Llewellyn would be 40-50. But in the terms of versatility and diversity of knowledge, he is in the far upper percentiles of elite magi society.

Magic Crest: Derwyddon
Crest Synchronization
: 100%
Crest Power: EX

The Magic Crest of the Llewellyn family, it takes the form of an artificial proto-Phantasmal lifeform, grown and perfected over generations to form a symbiotic plant that bonds with the host with little resistance and offers them its aid. A silver-gold vine plant, taking root in the heart and brain of the magus, and spreading itself with microscopic growths throughout their body, acting as a secondary, artificial system of magic circuits and prana carriers.

The Derwyddon is semi-sapient, bonded to the host's thoughts on a subconscious level, offering them knowledge contained within its genetic code without actually running any prana through the circuit itself.

It contains over twenty generations worth of varied knowledge, both self-obtained and assimilated from the dowry of other families - runes, zoology, botany, biology, transmutation, sacrificial rituals, familiar bonding, and basics of other magecraft styles are all contained within, including modern magecraft theory, necromancy, curses, the Kaballah, hermetic orthodox, Thelema, and practical foundations of spellwork. The only areas where it is lackluster would be the Eastern orthodox and the miracles of the Church - mostly because its system is somewhat incompatible with both of them.

In other words, the Derwyddon is a faculty of Magecraft revolving around Eurasian foundations and the absorption of knowledge, just how a sponge absorbs water or organic tissue absorbs nutrients.

In the case that its carrier is in danger, Derwyddon will employ a "Defense Mode," sprouting long, cutting tendrils of thorned branches and vines out of the host body, lashing out and attacking the perpetrator with the intent to cause fatal bleeding, or possibly entwining itself around them like a rope or web meant to deter and capture. These thorny branches are very sharp and jagged, with enough penetrative and cutting power to amputate a limb or pierce through someone's chest. In truly desperate times, it will grow into an armored titan form; something similar to a 'wicker man,' with the user acting as the core, in the place of the heart. In this mode, Derwyddon will take over even if the user is injured or unconscious and attack the opponent using its semi-sapient intellect, stored spellwork, crushing power, and raw phantasmal mystery, all while healing the user's wounds and taking care of them, or, in the worst cases - placing them into stasis and trying to find an allied territory for healing or transplantation into the next head of the family. However, employing this needlessly is a large strain on the user's Magic Circuits, with which Derwyddon is bonded. The cost of running prana through the entire vine system at full deployment is massive - and so, should be used sparingly.

This Magic Crest is the proud work of generations upon generations of compounded research and practical knowledge of a once-royal family of magi. A crown jewel of efficiency and crystallized data that shines like a metaphysical jewel.

It could be said its usage is the crux and fulcrum of Llewellyn's magecraft.

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Other: Filthy rich, as expected of a (former) high-class magus elite. Worthwhile possessions include:
- a small, private studio apartment in western London
- a recently-bought manse in western Berlin
- 1967 Chevrolet Impala, 4-door hardtop
- one of the original printings of the Liber AL vel Legis; more as a curiosity and keepsake/possession, than anything else - originally bought by his father
- American Express Centurion Black Card; with a dedicated on-call 24/7 concierge
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Like I was saying, this idea was clearly based off of a minor villain in from fake dreams.
 
From Fake Dreams is sweet, dude. You read it too? Damn, I'm dealing with someone cultured. Let's hope Sirius has a mystic code that makes wine 'cause we need to celebrate this.
I’m only on chapter 23 but it’s definitely awesome even if I can’t drink. Not to mention that Sirius would probably reinforce the wine to unsafe levels.
 
I’m only on chapter 23 but it’s definitely awesome even if I can’t drink. Not to mention that Sirius would probably reinforce the wine to unsafe levels.
Duuude. That's my favorite Nasu fic ever.

Usually, all we get to see is the results of magus politicking, and the actual intrigue is shuffled into the background where we can't see - my guess is that Nasu hates writing politics - but in this fic, all of that is shown, and done excellently. Combat is excellent, introspection is awesome, characters get proper development - again, my favorite fic ever. It follows canon to the dot, uses little canon funfacts and builds entire structures of plot upon them, and uses that like a railgun to propel itself into new vistas of awesomeness.

It's like a tender love letter to the entire franchise.

Again, my favorite Nasu fic ever. Second favorite fic ever, period. The fact that you found and read it without my recommendation forces me to accept you as an equal, even if you haven't finished it.
 
Duuude. That's my favorite Nasu fic ever.

Usually, all we get to see is the results of magus politicking, and the actual intrigue is shuffled into the background where we can't see - my guess is that Nasu hates writing politics - but in this fic, all of that is shown, and done excellently. Combat is excellent, introspection is awesome, characters get proper development - again, my favorite fic ever. It follows canon to the dot, uses little canon funfacts and builds entire structures of plot upon them, and uses that like a railgun to propel itself into new vistas of awesomeness.

It's like a tender love letter to the entire franchise.

Again, my favorite Nasu fic ever. Second favorite fic ever, period. The fact that you found and read it without my recommendation forces me to accept you as an equal, even if you haven't finished it.
I feel honored. I can’t wait to see how it ends.
 
I feel honored. I can’t wait to see how it ends.
Actually, make a break in reading From Fake Dreams and read this short to become truly cultured: Lunatique (Nasuverse one-shot)

It's a one-shot that shows Zelretch fighting Crimson fucking Moon, and it's perfect. I don't think Nasu himself could have written it more aptly. The way everything is portrayed is accurate and grand, on top of being splendidly written. This is one of the classics, "a vintage fanfiction," if I say so myself. And it takes about 40 minutes to read through on average.

"... I call bullshit on the part where you stopped the moon." She settled on.

Zelretch chuckled. "Believe it or don't. The moral is really what matters, after all."

"There was a moral?"

"There are things out there, little one. Horrible things. Things that will repel you to the core of your being, and that you as a magus and as a person will feel compelled to oppose, at all costs. And when you're doing that... won't you be glad that your form was flawless?" The old Sorcerer smirked. He pointed to his scarlet eyes, the mark of a vampire. "Wouldn't I have been better off not underestimating a God?"
 
Actually, make a break in reading From Fake Dreams and read this short to become truly cultured: Lunatique (Nasuverse one-shot)

It's a one-shot that shows Zelretch fighting Crimson fucking Moon, and it's perfect. I don't think Nasu himself could have written it more aptly. The way everything is portrayed is accurate and grand, on top of being splendidly written. This is one of the classics, "a vintage fanfiction," if I say so myself. And it takes about 40 minutes to read through on average.
Already have it open.
 
If Ryuga does manage to win this Grail war, what's the chance of her meeting Ultimate Master Zelretch?

'Ultimate Master' is the title I'm giving him.
He's the Second Magician, Wizard Marshall Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg and you will call him such!

Also, probably low. In canon, he's not been to the Clock Tower for years IIRC. And even if you interact with him, he'll probably just troll you.
 
He's the Second Magician, Wizard Marshall Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg and you will call him such!

Also, probably low. In canon, he's not been to the Clock Tower for years IIRC. And even if you interact with him, he'll probably just troll you.
:P
At least she tried.
 
Ug I keep getting tangled up devising my own Tarot cards and all. I'm just going to try and finish my darn CS and then worry about the fine details of it after. >.<
 
Please, Estelle is a sweet hearted good girl! So what if she likes to gamble... mostly because she can predict the probability of her success to take advantage of a few suckers... and you are likely to be one of them.

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Basically, Precognition, Future Calculation?
 

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