The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a beautiful blend of oranges and purples. Oscar "Flores" Reyes stood on a barren hillside, clutching a rosary and a picture of the Virgin Mary under the moonlit sky in his trembling hands. He had made up his mind to join the Holy Grail War, driven by the need to prove himself to his family and a desire to make a meaningful change in the world.
Oscar hesitated for a moment, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his chest. He took a deep breath, recalling the words of his teacher, who had told him that summoning a Servant was a matter of connecting one's soul to the vast tapestry of history. With renewed determination, he began to chant the incantation that would bridge the gap between the past and present.
As he spoke the final words, the rosary and picture in his hands began to glow with a radiant light. A sudden gust of wind whipped around Oscar, forming a vortex of swirling energy. From within the tempest, a figure materialized, bathed in a divine aura. As the wind subsided, the figure was revealed to be none other than the Virgin Mary herself, a serene smile on her face.
"Art thou my Master?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, like a calming breeze.
Oscar, awestruck by her presence, stammered, "Y-yes, I am Oscar Reyes. I am honored to have you as my Servant, Holy Mother."
Mary's smile grew warmer as she replied, "It is a privilege to serve thee, Oscar. Together, we shall walk the path of righteousness in this Holy Grail War."
With the Virgin Mary by his side, Oscar felt a surge of hope and confidence. Despite the immense challenges that lay ahead, he knew that he was not alone. He would face the Holy Grail War with the guidance and protection of his divine Servant, seeking to bring about a better future for himself, his family, and the world.
The following day, the sun beat down upon the city, casting a warm and welcoming light upon the streets. Oscar and his newly summoned Servant, Mary, had made their way to a discreet café, where they had arranged to meet with Lysander Euryale, the wise Mage who oversaw this Grail War, and a man whom Oscar had sought out to help guide him through it, as much as was permissible anyways.
As they waited for Lysander to arrive, Oscar and Mary engaged in conversation, finding solace and comfort in each other's presence. Mary, with her infinite wisdom and serenity, helped to ease Oscar's nervousness, while Oscar's genuine kindness and desire to do good in the world resonated deeply with Mary.
"I am truly grateful for your guidance, Holy Mother," Oscar said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I hope that together, we can navigate the challenges that lie ahead."
Mary's eyes sparkled with determination as she replied, "Indeed, my child. With faith and perseverance, we shall overcome any obstacles that stand in our path."
As they spoke, Lysander entered the café, his piercing gaze scanning the room before settling upon Oscar and Mary. With a nod of acknowledgement, he approached their table, his expression stern yet warm.
"Greetings, Oscar," he began, extending a hand to the young mage. "I see you have successfully summoned your Servant. A remarkable choice, I must say. My congratulations for possessing the necessary Catalyst and compatibility to call forth such a fine Heroic Spirit."
Oscar shook Lysander's hand, feeling a sense of reassurance from the older Mage's presence. "Thank you, Lysander. I couldn't have done it without your guidance. If you hadn't contacted me to join the war-"
"Think nothing of it. All I've done is my duty, nothing more, nothing less. Now then, let me give you what advice I can for the war ahead..."
As they sat and spoke, Lysander offered his wisdom and experience, advising Oscar on how to approach the Holy Grail War. All the while, the bond between Oscar and Mary continued to grow, their connection strengthened by their shared commitment to doing good in a world fraught with danger and darkness.
With the sun setting on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and red, Oscar and Mary prepared to depart for the pre-battle meeting grounds. A sense of anticipation and tension filled the air as they stepped out of the café and onto the bustling streets.
Lysander, ever happy to play the part of the mentor, offered a few final words of advice. "Remember, Oscar," he began, his voice steady and firm, "the path ahead will be fraught with danger and deceit. Trust in your Servant and in your own instincts, and never lose sight of your true purpose in this War."
Oscar nodded solemnly, his gaze unwavering. "I understand, Lysander. Thank you for everything."
As they made their way to the meeting grounds, Mary walked beside Oscar, her presence a constant source of reassurance and support. As they navigated the city streets, she spoke softly, her voice filled with warmth and wisdom.
"Do not be afraid, my child," she said, her hand resting gently upon Oscar's shoulder. "I will be with you every step of the way, guiding and protecting you as we face the trials that lie ahead."
Oscar looked into her eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Holy Mother. I know that together, we can face anything."
As they arrived at the designated location, a sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the weight of the impending conflict. Mages and their Servants, each one a formidable force in their own right, gathered in preparation for the battle that would soon unfold.
With Mary by his side and Lysander's guidance still ringing in his ears, Oscar took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges to come. As the first stars began to appear in the night sky, the Holy Grail War commenced, and Oscar and Mary stepped forth into the fray, ready to fight for their beliefs and their future.
Addendum: Character Profile
Master: Oscar "Flores" Reyes
Appearance: A 6'2 young adult. He has brown clay skin and brown muddy eyes with a black short number 3 haircut, along with the faint beginnings of a beard. Wears prescription aviator glasses. Around the left of his neck is a old healed burn scar that he hides with gauze bandages. Somewhat overweight. Usually dressed in common outdoor weather type clothing and brown boots.
His Command Seals are in the shape of three gears interlocked between each other in the form of a triforce.
Description: Born to a declining Magus family in New Mexico U.S.A., Oscar being the oldest out of his four younger sisters. He comes from a mixed background in terms of Magecraft and Ethnicity by coming from Hispanic and Greek descent. He has been pressured by extended family with keeping their Magecraft alive. But after being entangled in and witnessing the death of a good friend of his from a Magecraft related experiment, Oscar decided to swear off Magecraft out of fear until he heard of the Holy Grail War, and the opportunities it promised.
Personality: Often the brunt of many jokes from extended family, he keeps a genuine good outlook on life, hoping the the lives of everybody he knows to be the best they can be. Due to his strained nerves over all things supernatural, he has developed a nervous tick of tripping over himself on words that he cannot pronounce correctly.
Origin: Gestalt
Magecraft: Galvanism & Projection Magecraft, primarily utilized to allow him to make small automata in the form of trinkets and knick-knacks that move by themselves. Can perform matter transmutation by reorganizing the memory of the elements around him and recontextualizing them into a new form.
Wish: To bridge the gap between Magecraft and Science, and pave the way to a new path of progress that embodies the best of both.
Catalyst: A rosary & picture of the Virgin Mary under the moonlit sky.