- Interlude 1: The Beast Within
- Interlude 2: Memory
- Interlude 3: My Sword of the War God
Region: Central Asia to Europe
Alignment: Chaotic Good
STR B, CON A, AGI A, MGI B, LCK A, NP A+
Background Development: Sakurai Hikaru
Character Design: huke
CV: Noto Mamiko
Magic Resistance: B
Although Altera herself has no blood relations with a Divine Spirit, the fact that she crushed the European world was treated as a show of God’s might, to the point that she was called Flagellum Dei, the “Scourge of God” in fear and awe. That is why Altera, who became a Heroic Spirit upon the earth, came to possess a high rank in Divinity.
Civilization Erosure: EX
A subconsciously active skill of the heroic spirit Altera. Anything within her grasp is transformed into its “best” form currently most suited for herself.
This is based on Altera’s own perspective, not necessarily reflecting the object at its greatest or most excellent.
Innate Fitness: D
Born with a body that is perfected as a life form, she can temporarily increase the rank of her STR.
As well, her base design (body shape) never changes regardless of her calorie intake.
Crest of the Star: EX
The unique pattern imprinted on Altera’s body, a strange design that does not belong to the Huns but resulted from some advanced ritual.
The higher the rank, the higher one’s attack power is increased. By expending mana through it, one can temporarily enhance the performance of any desired part of the body. An efficient skill that costs little mana but lacks the explosiveness of skills like Power Burst. In addition, this unique skill also has the effects of the Instinct skill.
Although, to Altera, it felt like the skill was missing something.
Military Tactics: B
Sword of the War God — Photon Ray
Rank A Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
Maximum Targets: 200 Persons
An unknown Noble Phantasm.
It is believed to be formed from a combination of the prowess and terror that led to her being feared as the “Scourge of God”, as well as the anecdote about her obtaining the sword of Mars.
Her Noble Phantasm is shaped like a longsword, but appears to be a rather futuristic design. The ‘blade’, formed of tri-colored brands of light, is said to be capable of destroying any existence upon the earth.
By releasing its true name, the ‘blade’ emits rainbow-like magical light and, charging forth like a meteor, Altera brings wide-range annihilation to the enemy formation.
When its true power is unleashed, its rank and type as a Noble Phantasm increase.
With her excellent instincts, she can deal with even the drastic of circumstances without abandoning her reason – a proud and logical fighter. However, there is a sort of ’emptiness’ about her.
Regardless of friend or foe, she has some magnanimity for those warriors whose skill (performance) she has acknowledged, but those who stand against her are treated as only obstructions to be removed, and she is fundamentally merciless. There is no hesitation in her blade. In battle, she can coolly and correctly grasp the situation, becoming a merciless killing machine.
Although she recognizes combat as where she is truly in her element, she personally does not like it. She fights because she is a fighter. In the name of the violent and unchained God of War, she kills all who stands in her way and destroys all ‘civilization’ before her, nothing more. She is unused and inexperienced in matters outside of war and combat.
She was born with a fondness for the God of War, Mars (Ares). She would call him “Marc” though she did not enforce this on others. It was just something she preferred.
In truth, she dislikes her more common name of “Attila”. She does not dislike its meaning – ‘father’ or ‘controller’ – but rather its sound, and is somewhat more attached the German “Etzel”. She calls herself “Altera” and wishes to be known as such, but it is difficult to have her explain the reason. Only to the very small number of people she trusts will she quietly disclose the truth – because it does not sound charming or sweet.
Motives and Attitude
She treats her Master stoically, recognizing them as a general or adviser-like figure, and will generally go along with anything they say with an “I see”. Instead of trusting as a human being, the situation is closer to a fighting machine on the battlefield that fully relies on external software (the Master) to process thoughts.
Her wish for the Holy Grail is ‘to live a life not as a warrior’. She does not despise the life that she spent fighting, but she is interested to find out how she would have lived otherwise.
Attila the Hun was the overlord who established a great empire in the 5th century.
She was a warrior and king of the Huns, the descendants of the Xiongnu.
Leading an army of cavalry, the conquests of this great hero covered a great part of the map, from Western Asia to Russia, Eastern Europe, and even Gaul. It is said that this was one of the causes for the eventual downfall of the Roman Empire.
Throughout her life, she was always in the midst of battle.
Due to the terrifying acts she committed in war, she was greatly feared in all European nations as the “Scourge of God”.
She is a pure “King of War”. In contrast with her martial achievements, she did not succeed politically, and her empire rapidly fell apart and dissolved after her death. However, the awe and dread infused in the name “Attila” remains in the memories of people to this day.
In Grand Order
She was an avatar of destruction. An engine of war that scythed down the many lives who had stood in her path. That was how she had been made to be… so the elders of the Huns had said to her. That she, Altera, existed for battle.
That she had no father, no mother. That she had been “discovered” by the Huns, descendants of the Xiongnu people. Yes, she had no memories of parents, nor of friends, nor of a family. Instead, the world was filled with enemies.
As shown by the marks of war carved into her flesh from the beginning, she lived only to fight. It was her born nature and her role. It was her purpose to exercise her capabilities as intended, and she never held any doubt on the matter.
Becoming destruction itself, she fought like a raging tempest, king of the Huns yet not one of them.
It barely even registered to her that she had armies at her back as she swung her sword with single mind.
Destruction. Domination. Invasion.
She could not be sated, even as the lands of the Huns grew beyond their ability to control. She merely swung the sword and continued the slaughter. Even in the moment when death came to her, she recalled – as she laid in a pool of her own blood, she had thought only of ways to fell Rome.
However, having become a heroic spirit and taken form as a Servant, she began silently questioning herself. Had she perhaps been too much of a warrior? What if she had not become the embodiment of destruction itself? What if she never gripped the sword of the war god?
She had been feared by Europe as the punishment brought down by their absolute deity, the very whip of God Himself. She had been a fighting machine. History had even forgotten that she was a woman. What life could she have lived, if not as a warrior?
What would she have spent her time on?
Would she have been a traveler, freely circling the world on the back of her horse?
Would she have been a grower of life, tilling the earth as she had seen the people of Europe done?
Would she be baking bread in a smoldering oven? Hunting birds and beasts in the wild?
Would she be learning words and language, and writing it down in books?
Would she, with reddened cheeks and gentle smile, have pressed herself into the breast of another?
She did not know. But she wondered…
All civilization must be destroyed. There is no difference between them.
Although she witnessed the work of curses in life, as she herself had few ties with magecraft, she holds some actual interest in those pure Casters who practice magecraft.
“My name is Altera… I am a descendant of the Xiongnu and warrior of the war god.”
“I can feel the power. One step closer… to the main body…”
Start of Combat
“You call me the ‘Scourge of God’?”
“I offer your lives to Mars.”
“Your prosperity ends here.”
“I wield the power of the war god.”
Command Card Selection
“Do not die yet.”
Noble Phantasm Selection
“Destroying the target.”
“I will not break your lives. I will shatter your civilization. Photon Ray!”
“So… there is something in this world… even my sword, cannot destroy…”
“The road… has been long…”
End of Combat
“I will destroy, and I will triumph. So it has been, so it shall be.”
“That was ill-considered. It is not enough to defeat me.”
“Synchronization with the main body increasing. So you would make me stronger still…”
“I am filled… by the voice of the star.”
“Synchronization with the main body reaching maximum. What… are you trying to do with me…?”
“You have reached the limit of this vessel. Unfortunate, but I am happy. If you would wish for more, I…”
“I am the lord of destruction. I place my power in your hands.”
“Master… Master… heh, it has a strange ring to it.”
“So it is I who receives orders and you who give them. Interesting.”
“I am a fighter, a machine of slaughter. Use me well.”
“The marks on your hand, they look somewhat different from what is on me.”
“What? Do you find these marks strange? They were carved upon my body from since I was born.”
“At times, a strange dream comes to me unbidden. The world shrinks and narrows, and my own weight crushes it. What nonsense… this must be why I ended up being known as destruction itself.”
“When is the next battle?”
“I can do nothing but destroy. Can I… do I truly have a place here?”
About the Grail
“My wish for the Holy Grail? If it is truly a vessel that records all, I only need to destroy it.”
“Something is happening. Master, let us go defeat the enemy.”
“Master. So… today is, well, your… no… um….”
Bond Level 1
“I do not think, I do not feel. I only fight, and kill. What? Like… a machine? Yes, perhaps that is not incorrect.”
Bond Level 2
“I leave the thinking, and feeling, for you. I only kill. Like a speechless machine. A thoughtless machine. That is how I have been made.”
Bond Level 3
“I am Altera. I… do not want to be called Attila. I… do not like that name very much. The sound… is not, appealing…”
Bond Level 4
“I can only destroy. There is nothing else I can do. But… even with these… hands that can only destroy, I wonder… if they can ever show affection, or embrace another.”
Bond Level 5
“Do you mean that I can have a place here? I see… thank you. Then, I shall always answer your call. I will try my best at things other than destruction.”