CatJones
Amateur Weeb
HELLO AND WECLOME TO
FATE -KERBEROS!
FATE -KERBEROS!
To start, what is Fate -Kerberos?
It is an original idea based off of the Fate franchise, specifically, Fate Grand Order. In it, you'll be part of a group of Masters and Servants aiming to dispel singularity-like events from different periods of human history. This will involve colluding with servants and characters from those time periods, both OC and canon, along with certain elements from these time periods that are being altered to a dangerous degree. At this point, I've been working on the plot for Kerberos for almost a year, so its had its kinks hammered out. The Kerberos Human Preservation Project, which you will be members of, was a last ditch project to insure the survival of mankind in the case of catastrophic events. As the story starts, you'll be waking up from Cryosleep, kept frozen to insure your longevity in the case of the waiting time for the end of the world being longer then expected.
Who can I play as?
At current, I have two people who were already aware of the RP and willing to join as Masters. This leaves a maximum of four spots open. Three Servants and one additional Master, however, we only need two Servants to have a minimum cast and start. As for characters, most every canon Servant is available along with OC characters, with some exceptions.
- Servants must be checked with me for availability so we don't have two of someone running around.
- Swimsuit and joke servants will be denied automatically.
- If possible, try to refrain from making Servants from past 1900 A.D. The nauverse is actually kind of weird about characters from this time period.
What time periods will be covered?
Japan, 1575
Poland, The November Uprising, 1831
The Anglo-Zulu War, 1879
These period pseudo-singularities will not be as long as a full singularity from Grand Order, but they aren't a quick 40 posts and done. They are intended to have some depth and freedom to them.
What are the rules and posting specifics?
- The usual RPNation rules apply. No sex scenes nor linking to anything of a graphic nature.
- No god-play. Its easy to get sucked into being a powerful being but just like in the game, Servants have a limit to their ability and you might find yourself in a bad match up.
- As expected, don't start drama. You don't have to be everyone's friend to have a good time, instead, try and focus on the RP and enjoy yourself.
- Obviously, you can't control other peoples characters, to a degree. Masters have their command seal, three per singularity, with one additional one if you contract with a servant from the singularities. Command seals can compel a Servant to do what you want, but they can resist based on their skills, alignment, stats and personality mixed with the content and context of the order. Servants with abilities to control other Servants or Masters will be allowed but with heavier scrutiny.
- Post Length and Frequency: We will start with one post a week, and a minimum of two paragraphs. I'm okay with shorter paragraphs if your character doesn't have to much to do at the moment (I.E. If they are listening and choose not to add anything), and I will accept dialogue as a paragraph in most instances. Basic grammar and sentence structure are also recommended.
- Lastly, please only join if you're willing to commit. I'm more then willing to answer any questions about the RP, even story related ones (in PM's) if you need some more information or context before you join.
Thank you for reading thus far! Lastly, I'll leave you with a short excerpt that would take place just a short while before the on character RP would start:
Vasily Durugachev Ronya Grigori lifted his head from his desk, one hand wrapped around around his forehead, cradling it against the piercing pain he now withstood. A mixture of guilt and hangover, he thought, as he ran a stiff hand through his gray hair. Despite his age, he still felt spry enough to shrug off the effects of a hard night of liquor. Though, the sweat that was pooling around the edge of his hairline and slowly trickling down his sharp features was less savory, even more so as some managed to splatter haphazardly down on his suit. A quick glance at the small digital clock on the desk he had just been sprawled over reminded him of the reason he had been drinking.
Almost a full year since the incineration of mankind. Mission clock: 0944, 4/15/2016. Trapped in the bunker of Kerberos, he and the few staff members still alive were simply biding their time. Either their bunker would be penetrated as well and the totality of their mission would be lost or they would survive and carry on with their mission. As time had gone on, it had seemed that the latter was the most likely outcome. The best projections had placed the project at a dismal 45% success ratio. The succinct belief was that it was a waste of money and mages. Since Kerberos was battling Chaldea for as many mage candidates as possible, it had become a war of money and power flexing. Still, Vasily had a small collection of potent mages on board. Less then he would have wanted but more then he had hoped.
Kerberos. The name was ancient. It fit the motif of what they were doing, however, as dour as that was. The Kerberos facility was built like the bunker to end all bunkers. A mile underground with reinforced concrete, steel, even several layers of wards and barriers. Untouchable, save for those inside. It was built as the grand linchpin of the Kerberos Human Preservation Project. A state of the art cryo-stasis facility with an attached miniature nuclear reactor for power and a fault of food reserves that would have made Tarrare blush. In the case of the worst possible future for mankind, it was intended to be the Hoddmimis Holt of mankind. That had been the plan, anyway, before the sudden incineration had begun without warning. It had been sheer dumb luck that they had started the project ahead of schedule, by a mere two days. Though, it was the other aspects of the project that had been been the catalyst of their survival.
He wondered how many of his superiors and peers had been aware of the other projects housed within. Gatekeeper was at the forefront of his mind. It was a constant buzzing fly in his mind, tentatively fluttering just on the outskirts of his minds peripheral eye. The mages selected for it were those cast out of Chaldea for one reason or another. Replaced by those more competent, willingly leaving, lack of funds, or difference of opinion. A laundry list of reasons. Vasily leaned back in his chair, his eyes wandering down to the locked drawer in his desk. He was a man of transparency. That even one drawer was locked felt like a betrayal of his character. Thoughtlessly, his hand began to drift towards the drawer in question.
“Director Vasily.” The voice came suddenly, causing Vasily to jump in surprise. A soft but calculated tone sounded from the other side of the lavish door to the office, meaning it had to be Leone. A younger man and the teams medical advisor. The genius head of the the cryo-stasis development. His rough appearance was voluntary. He chose to sleep when it was no longer possible to put it off. Short, white hair kept in a messy snakes nest atop his head. Piercing blue eyes behind a set of glasses. He was lanky and looked clumsy but had been a solid second in command thus far. His curious eyes roved around the office for a moment, noting the disarray it was in. Stacks of papers, reference books and technical manuals towered on every available surface.
“I figured I'd give you some time to wake up before I came in. You had quite the bender last night.” Leone began, entering into the office and shutting the ornate wooden door behind him. He casually approached the older man, withdrawing a small glass ampoule from his lab coat, placing it on the desk before the director. “Medicine. It'll make you feel human again.”
Vasily looked up at Leone, a sour expression passing over his features. Leone was no psychiatrist, yet he could see the corners of the man before him coming apart. It wasn't the responsibility that had taken so much of Vasily's charm and energy. Anyone who had spent the last year cooped up with him knew that much.
“Oh, don't look at me like that. Its just a phrase.” Leone said, defensively. As Vasily took the ampoule and opened it, he tentatively smelled it, recoiling at the scent. It smelled like burnt cotton candy mixed with a funnel cake. He downed it quickly. It tasted less sweet then he had expected. It was almost flavorless, another fact that was offset by the thickness of it. Almost like maple syrup.
“Give it a few minutes. While it does its magic, I'll start the briefing. First, we're about an hour or two away from finishing the defrosting process for the mages you wanted woken up.” Leone began before Vasily held a hand up to stop him.
“No complications?” Vasily asked, surprised by the news.
“Thus far, none. No signs of burn or spiriton decay, if the instruments are to be believed. Additionally, brain scans have come back clean.” He pulled a notepad from his other lab coat pocket, reading off of it as he did so. “Secondly, your servant has nearly finished their summoning circle.”
“Big enough to accommodate more then one Servant, correct?” Vasily asked next, perking up as he did so. The symptoms of his hangover lessening. Leone let out a short sigh at the question, however.
“I'm not a mage.” Leone said curtly. Vasily waved it off, beckoning for him to continue. Vasily knew that was the answer he was going to get, yet his mouth had moved first.
“Third, the readings from the observation equipment are indicating that Gatekeeper is nearly critical. Best estimate is two weeks before it does...whatever it is that its going to do.” Leone's tone changed, the tiniest hint of emotion showing as he was exasperated about the mentioned event. He was a man of science. To him, all talk of magic and thaumaturgy was wholly alien to him. To be entirely honest, there was no set precedence for what would happen if Gatekeeper failed. Still, Leone finished his report.
“And lastly, the observation equipment is still picking up signals of unknown origin from the spiriton transfer pods. The pods have denied access to three different incoming transfers so far.”
An uneasy silence fell on the room. Vasily stared across the room, his brown eyes fixated on a single point in the distance. Leone figured he was doing his own sort of science. He understood that magic was strangely similar to science in some respects. It had laws and boundaries of what was possible. It was even a system of controlled energy that couldn't be destroyed. Yet, without the proper mix of training, genes, and crest, magic was out of the grasp of the common man. Not that Leone saw that as a negative. Mankind was untrustworthy with technology, why would they be any better with magic?
“If that's all, I'll leave you to your thoughts and call you when we're closer to finishing the waking process.” Leone paused for a moment, giving Vasily a moment to object before he walked out of the room. With a curt nod from the director, the doctor left.
On the one hand: Vasily was finally taking a chance to save mankind from the fate it was saddled with.
On the other: He was placing more souls at risk for the disastrous decisions of those around him.
Whatever happened, Kerberos was about to get a little more lively.
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