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♰ Name: Emiya
♰ Nickname: Archer, Hero of Justice, Faker, Wrought Iron Hero
♰ Gender: Male ♂
♰ Age: Twenty Eight
♰ Clan:N/A
♰ Nickname: Archer, Hero of Justice, Faker, Wrought Iron Hero
♰ Gender: Male ♂
♰ Age: Twenty Eight
♰ Clan:N/A
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His height was characteristic of the path he had taken his entire life. He towered over others just as he did above the trials and tribulations that were never his. His hair was an unnatural white color. It spiked upward like a lion's mane, hiding any traces of the cub he once was. No, it is not like his hair was hiding his past. It was more like his hair had erased all traces of it. His aged appearance was that of a metamorphosis. His skin was a soft tan that radiated with a warmness that contradicted his cold black eyes. His appearance itself was sign that Archer was not someone he would become or someone he was forced to become, it was someone he wanted to become. Yes, the path that he had always known was one that he inherited from another, one that was never truly his. And to follow that path, in every sense even, he became who he wanted to become. He became a hero of justice. It was a path he could neither approve nor deny. His body was lean, toned and solidified with pure muscle. It was the very least he could have done to follow his path. He wore black full body armor with steel toe boots. Over his body armor, he wore a red overcoat that covered his arms but remained open in the front revealing his rippling abdominal muscles. The overcoat came with a separate piece that wrapped around his waist acting almost as a cape for his lower body. His clothing was regal and that of a knight. One that fought not for a king but for the people. Not for one but for the many. His expressions always revealed a feigned seriousness, one which could be taken for nothing other than arrogance. It was the look of one who had set forth to accomplish a goal, accomplished the goal, and was left with no other desires. His goading half smile invited conflict as if that was the only thing left.
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While he is thoroughly cynical and nihilistic, he is at the same time devoted and protective, and even a little childish to the point that it makes him hard to hate. He doesn't lie, but he does keep secrets and tell half truths. He means well and is capable of being nice, but often ends up being sarcastic, especially so when he gives advice. Only one word can be used to truly describe him: contradictory. It is the only word to describe one who had set forth on a path that was never his on his own free will, succeeded and accomplished all he had desired, only to be left neither approving nor denying his life. Over the span of his life, he truly understood what it meant to be a hero. The words of his father echoed his mind, "you can only save those who you choose to save." It was true. Being a hero did not mean saving everyone as he thought. It simply meant saving who he chose to save. It meant acting with the greatest good in mind. If saving a hundred people meant the death of ten, then those ten were a necessary evil needed for the greater good. This truth created a contradiction in his character as he began to despise the actions of his fellow man. He realized that the only way to save people was to kill people. He began to question himself. Did being a hero mean nothing but cleaning up human trash? But could he really refute what he was doing if his actions result in others being saved? And so he continued on his path. Killing those who stood in his way for the sake of good. He became one who could contain All the Evils of the World. He was a hero who could only fight evil with evil. Death with death.
♰ Village of Birth: Konoha
♰ Village of Alliance: N/A
♰ Ninja Rank: S-Class
♰ Specialties: Suiton, Earth, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu
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♰ Village of Birth: Konoha
♰ Village of Alliance: N/A
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♰ Ninja Rank: S-Class
♰ Specialties: Suiton, Earth, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu
Abilities
| Suiton Raiton Doton Fūton Katon Meiton | Ninjutsu Taijutsu Genjutsu Kenjutsu Fūinjutsu Entropy | Stygian Water Ichor Maned Wolf CSC Maned W Arts Coiling Dragon Arts Renewal Taekwondo |
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Lying on his back on the ground, he looked up at the sky. It was stained red like a mother giving birth. The throbbing pulsations from some unknown fetus that desired nothing but to be born diffused into the air turning it stale and into poison. With every breath he suffered as the air burned his eyes and throat. His body felt limp as it rested on top of the broken concrete and shattered glass that covered the landscape. His vision began to blur as his life began to falter. He began to think of what he did, of what he had to do. He used to have a family, if he could even call them his family anymore. They were together when it happened. His parents instructed him to wait for them in front of their house. But he knew it wasn't possible. If he waited for them he would die. He turned his back and began to run. Never looking back, he put one foot in front of the other, and ran toward a salvation that did not exist. He ran so that he could live. Ignoring the pleas and screams for help of those around him, those that had already succumbed to the pain and torture and could no longer continue, he ran. He could not help them, if he did he would die as well. He could not do it. He wanted to live. He wanted to live at any cost. He abandoned his family, his neighbors, his friends, for his own sake. But now, he was the same. He too had faltered and had been defeated. But with every ounce of his remaining power he wanted to live. Fading away into nothingness, the only thing he could do was reach out in order to grab something that could save him. If he could not save himself, he would become someone that could, he would create something that could. In what he thought were his last moments, he felt a different kind on warmness encompassing his hand. It was unlike the searing heat in the air. His vision began to recover as he saw the image of an overjoyed man with tears flowing from his face beside him. That look on the man's face. He envied it. How could the man be so happy? Why was he so happy? It was the jealously that allowed him to persevere. He wanted to live. He wanted to feel that joy, he wanted to experience it once.
The man saved him became a hero in his eyes. The man became his father, and the boy became his son. They did not spend much time together. The man often traveled, living life to its fullest. Almost as if he was making up for lost time. But the time they did spend together were the best moments of the boy's life. He completely admired his father. His admiration was to the point that he wanted to become him. He wanted to become a hero of justice. Five years after he had been saved, the boy sat outside with his father and spoke with him one last time; "You cannot save everyone. —Look, Shirou. A superhero can only save the people he has sided with," his father said. The boy looked up at his father and with full determination accepted the burden his father had carried. He promised his father that he would become a hero of justice in his place. That night, his father died, and the boy began to follow a path that was not his own, but the only one he had ever known. From that moment, he was a hero of justice.
Abandoning his own life, his purpose became the protection of others. He accepted every request regardless of the importance. If he could be of use to someone, it made him happy. But as his life continued, he understood the truth in the father's words. Sometimes to help one means to not help another. In order to save one, a hero had to choose who was to be saved. In order to save many, a hero had to choose the few that had to be sacrificed. He understood that the greatest source of evil against man was other men. Fighting evil meant inherently a fight against other men. This was the path he had always walked. He could not accept it but he could neither deny it. He was bound by the ideals of another that drowned his soul. He was no longer that boy that gasped for every breath, he was a hero that transcended life. And as a hero he accomplished all he had set forth. He saved every person he chose to save. He saved every person that he had ever seen. His life needed no purpose, and his life had no regrets. He himself had become a sword that bore All the Evils of the World for the sake of good. His whole life was and always had been Unlimited Blade Works.
The man saved him became a hero in his eyes. The man became his father, and the boy became his son. They did not spend much time together. The man often traveled, living life to its fullest. Almost as if he was making up for lost time. But the time they did spend together were the best moments of the boy's life. He completely admired his father. His admiration was to the point that he wanted to become him. He wanted to become a hero of justice. Five years after he had been saved, the boy sat outside with his father and spoke with him one last time; "You cannot save everyone. —Look, Shirou. A superhero can only save the people he has sided with," his father said. The boy looked up at his father and with full determination accepted the burden his father had carried. He promised his father that he would become a hero of justice in his place. That night, his father died, and the boy began to follow a path that was not his own, but the only one he had ever known. From that moment, he was a hero of justice.
Abandoning his own life, his purpose became the protection of others. He accepted every request regardless of the importance. If he could be of use to someone, it made him happy. But as his life continued, he understood the truth in the father's words. Sometimes to help one means to not help another. In order to save one, a hero had to choose who was to be saved. In order to save many, a hero had to choose the few that had to be sacrificed. He understood that the greatest source of evil against man was other men. Fighting evil meant inherently a fight against other men. This was the path he had always walked. He could not accept it but he could neither deny it. He was bound by the ideals of another that drowned his soul. He was no longer that boy that gasped for every breath, he was a hero that transcended life. And as a hero he accomplished all he had set forth. He saved every person he chose to save. He saved every person that he had ever seen. His life needed no purpose, and his life had no regrets. He himself had become a sword that bore All the Evils of the World for the sake of good. His whole life was and always had been Unlimited Blade Works.
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† Suiton Mastery †
A master of Water Release, Archer's proficiency with it was evident from his early years in the academy, showing a degree of skill and control far beyond his years. Its fluidity and versatility mirroring his own style in combat. Over time his ability continued to grow, reaching the point where he only needed to perform one handseal to utilize techniques that usually required several while also learning jutsus exclusive to Suiton Masters.
† Taijutsu & Bukijutsu †
Being well trained in both the arts of taijutsu and kenjutsu, Archer is an exceptional student of those arts, embracing their effects and power showcasing proficiency in both of them. He is a specialist in the arts of taijutsu which comes from the years of rigorous training, giving him strength and speed slightly larger than the average shinobi. He is also a very knowledgeable user of weapons wich can be summoned via scrolls which pertain to the arts of bukijutsu.
† Tools, Weaponry & Summonings †
Another pertaining knowledge is that in the usage of weapons in combat in various and versatile ways, giving him strength in many aspects in combat. He is an exceptional user in using twin blades. The sword are contrary to one another, one black and the other white appearing as if they carry a symbolism to Yin and Yang. Along with that, he keeps a bow. A an exceptional user at it, which gave him the nickname he carries now.
A master of Water Release, Archer's proficiency with it was evident from his early years in the academy, showing a degree of skill and control far beyond his years. Its fluidity and versatility mirroring his own style in combat. Over time his ability continued to grow, reaching the point where he only needed to perform one handseal to utilize techniques that usually required several while also learning jutsus exclusive to Suiton Masters.
† Taijutsu & Bukijutsu †
Being well trained in both the arts of taijutsu and kenjutsu, Archer is an exceptional student of those arts, embracing their effects and power showcasing proficiency in both of them. He is a specialist in the arts of taijutsu which comes from the years of rigorous training, giving him strength and speed slightly larger than the average shinobi. He is also a very knowledgeable user of weapons wich can be summoned via scrolls which pertain to the arts of bukijutsu.
† Tools, Weaponry & Summonings †
Another pertaining knowledge is that in the usage of weapons in combat in various and versatile ways, giving him strength in many aspects in combat. He is an exceptional user in using twin blades. The sword are contrary to one another, one black and the other white appearing as if they carry a symbolism to Yin and Yang. Along with that, he keeps a bow. A an exceptional user at it, which gave him the nickname he carries now.
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