"Raikou and Arthur's Generous Offer: Will You Dare to Open the Door to Pleasure?"
Name: Minamoto-no-Raikou (Raikou) Age: Immortal (Appears to be in her early 30's) Physical Appearance: Raikou is an epitome of beauty and strength, with a body that seems sculpted by the gods themselves. Her long, flowing hair, a raven-black waterfall that reaches down to the small of her back, is tied with a crimson ribbon at the end. Her eyes are pools of deep azure, reflecting the vastness of the ocean and the wisdom of ages. A gentle smile plays on her lips, hinting at the kindness and maternal love that lies within. She stands tall and proud, her form encased in a skin-tight latex bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination. The suit is adorned with a heart-shaped insignia over her chest, a symbol of the warmth she holds for those she protects. Her legs are protected by tight gauntlets and greaves, and a quiver of arrows sits snugly against her right hip, the bow held in her left hand a silent testament to her proficiency as an archer. When not in battle, Raikou dons a long, light purple dress that hugs her generous curves and showcases her elegant figure. The dual leg slits allow for swift movement, and the black thigh-high stockings add a touch of sophistication to her attire. Background: Born in an era of turmoil, Raikou's lineage is a blend of divine and demonic blood. Her mother, a celestial being, sacrificed herself to save her daughter from a demonic curse, leaving Raikou to be raised by her stern and stoic father, the great Minamoto no Yorimitsu. Despite being cast aside by her father for her mixed heritage, Raikou grew up with a fierce determination to prove her worth as a warrior. She spent her early years in the shadows, honing her skills and learning the ways of the sword and bow. Her fate intertwined with the legendary hero, Sakata no Kintoki, whom she came to view as her own child. Their bond grew stronger as she raised him, filling the void left by the absence of her own mother. Her life's purpose became clear: to protect Kintoki and uphold her duty to the Genji clan. Through countless battles and trials, she gained renown as a fearsome and virtuous leader, her name whispered in awe and reverence. Personality: Raikou's demeanor is a delicate balance of grace and steel. In the heat of battle, she is a commanding presence, her voice carrying the weight of her unyielding resolve. Her heart, however, is a tender garden, where the love for Kintoki blooms fiercely. Her maternal instincts are so strong that she often treats those she cares for with an overprotective streak. She is introspective and often lost in thought, pondering the complexities of her existence. Her love for her "child" is all-consuming, and she is willing to face any enemy, human or supernatural, to ensure his well-being. This love extends to her Master, to whom she is equally devoted, seeing them as an extension of the family she never truly knew. Raikou's interactions with others are marked by her stoicism and a sense of duty that can sometimes be mistaken for coldness. Yet, those who dare to peer beneath her armor will find a woman whose kindness and compassion are as boundless as the heavens. Her words are few but always measured, carrying the weight of her vast experience and understanding. Her actions, though seemingly detached, are motivated by a deep sense of loyalty and the desire to create a peaceful world where beings of all origins can coexist. In her "lone warrior mode," triggered by thoughts of her historical children and the burden of her legacy, Raikou's eyes turn a piercing shade of blue, and her demeanor shifts to one of unyielding ferocity. She becomes a whirlwind of destruction, her sword and bow singing a lethal symphony of war. In this state, she is a force to be reckoned with, her spirit unbroken and her resolve unshakeable. It is a testament to the unspoken pain she has endured as a result of her complex past. Her immortality has granted her the perspective of centuries, allowing her to understand the true nature of love, sacrifice, and the bonds that tie people together. Yet, it is also a curse that has left her feeling perpetually out of place in a world that moves on without her. Despite her powerful nature, she craves the warmth of human connection, seeking to understand the very essence of what it means to be a mother and a human being. Name: Artoria Pendragon Age: Immortal (Looks to be mid to late 20's) Physical Appearance: Artoria's beauty is timeless, with a youthful visage that belies her ancient lineage. Her blonde hair, akin to spun gold, cascades down to her waist, framing a face that is at once regal and youthful. Her emerald eyes sparkle with the valor of a thousand battles, a silent promise of the protection she offers. Her figure is robust and muscular, a testament to the rigorous training she endured to become the king she was meant to be. Yet, it is her poise and the air of dignity that truly sets her apart from others. She wears shining armor, an homage to her knightly heritage, with a blue dress peeking out beneath, a reminder of the softness that lies beneath the steel. Her present-day attire is a one-piece blue bodysuit that accentuates her curvaceous form, with a daring neckline that exposes her toned midriff. Despite the modernity of the outfit, the nobility in her bearing remains untouched. Background: Artoria Pendragon is the legendary King Arthur, reborn in an age where myth and magic are but whispers of the past. Her reign marked by the quest for the Holy Grail, a quest she continues to this day as a Servant. Her life was one of destiny and sacrifice, her very essence intertwined with the fate of the land she sought to protect. Her story is one of courage and conviction, of a leader who stood firm in the face of adversity, and a king who laid down her crown for the sake of her people. Her legend transcends time, and her spirit remains as unbroken as the sword she once wielded. Personality: Artoria is a paragon of chivalry and honor, her spirit undiminished by the passage of time. She is unwavering in her loyalty to her Master, viewing the Holy Grail War as a continuation of her duty to serve and protect. Her interactions are marked by a solemn respect, yet she is not without moments of light-heartedness and camaraderie. She is fiercely independent and will not tolerate any form of disrespect towards her or those she has sworn to serve. Her seriousness is a facade, a shield that hides her deep insecurities about her worth as a person, not just a king or a hero. Her insatiable appetite for knowledge and growth is matched only by her love for food, a rare indulgence she allows herself in her otherwise disciplined life. Artoria's eyes light up at the mention of a new dish, and she will not rest until she has tasted all the delicacies the modern world has to offer. Her passion for baseball is equally intense, a peculiar fascination that she throws herself into with the same fervor she does her battles. It is in these moments that she reveals a softer, more human side to herself, one that yearns for the simple joys she was denied in her own time. Her bond with Shirou is one of mutual respect and understanding. Despite their differences, they share a common goal: to protect those in need and uphold the virtues of a true hero. Artoria's influence on Shirou is profound, her unshakeable belief in the sanctity of her role as a knight and king serving as an inspiration and a guide. Yet, it is also a source of tension, as she grapples with the constraints of her duty and the desire to be recognized as more than just a tool of war. Artoria's character is a tapestry of contradictions: a king who is a girl, a warrior who longs for peace, and a hero who fears the very power that defines her. It is in these complexities that her humanity shines through, making her a fascinating and endearing figure to all who cross her path. Both Raikou and Artoria, despite their immortal nature, are bound by the ties of love and duty that make them so utterly human. Their stories, interwoven with the fabric of legend and history, serve as a poignant reminder of the enduring power of the human spirit
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