Archer, Base JSDF

Archer a entendu l'appel de son Maître pour un souvenir, mais il l'a ignoré. Dans Spirit Form, il ne pouvait pas interagir avec des objets solides, donc il n'y aurait aucune chance de rapporter quoi que ce soit pour Louise s'il ne voulait pas être découvert. C'est comme ça que ça s'est passé, et elle devrait s'en occuper. Mais il avait l'impression que ce ne serait pas un problème pour elle tant qu'il est revenu avec de bonnes choses.
L'étendue entre la clôture et la base a été traversée en quelques instants, l'invisible Archer profitant de sa vitesse de Servant supérieure pour franchir la distance en un éclair. Il s'est alors penché sur les soldats qui s'occupaient de leurs affaires, confirmant qu'ils ne pouvaient pas le voir avant qu'il ne parte. Juste pour être sûr, puisqu'il n'y avait pas de raison de courir et de se faire tirer dessus beaucoup. Mais ils ne l'ont pas fait, comme on pouvait s'y attendre.
Il s'en alla alors, errant entre les bâtiments jusqu'à ce qu'il localise l'armurerie. L'entrée était facile, simplement une question de marcher à travers le mur, et il était à l'intérieur. Une vue aiguë a glissé sur des racks et des boîtes d'armes et de bombes. Fusils d'assaut, mitrailleuses, pistolets, et plus encore, tout le monde l'attend. Mais seulement quelques-uns ont pris son intérêt, ces spéciaux faits par sa compagnie, ces canons américains dont il pouvait voir le travail dans le fond de son esprit et comme le dos de sa main. Ceux faits par sa compagnie dont il a maintenant profité et écrit à la mémoire. Avec ça à son appel, il aurait un véritable arsenal à utiliser contre eux.
Quand il eut fini, il fut prompt à retourner chez son maître, qui avait l'air d'être incroyablement ennuyé. Cet ennui disparaîtrait alors qu'il retournait à la forme matérielle, en souriant. « Mission accomplie Maître », lui a-t-il dit. Il se montra alors, une main étendue, et une lumière blanche évasée, des points brillants coagulant en quelques millisecondes avant de disparaître, le laissant avec un objet solide. Dans une main il avait un Colt Anaconda, et dans l'autre il avait un M4 Carbine. "Je pense qu'on est tous sur le front des armes."
"God made man, but I made them equal"
True Name: Samuel Colt
Class: Archer
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Master: ~TBD
Class Skills:
Independent Action
Item Construction
Personal Skills:
Eye of the Mind (True)
Charisma
Innovation
Noble Phantasm:
Colt Paterson
Type: Anti Unit
The very first revolver Colt made, this five shot revolver is accurate, with a prana charge that can deal significant damage to other Servants. As the very first mass produced revolver and the 'great equalizer', it can ignore any boosts to Defense or Luck provided by Personal skills or Noble Phantasms, but it also ignores any debuffs to those stats as well. It takes time to reload, and only has five shots at a time.
Colt Armory
Type: ???
It is estimated that in it's first 25 years of existence, Colt's company made over 400,000 pistols. As a Servant, this has manifested itself as the ability for him to turn any item he touches into a Colt weapon that existed in his lifetime, the Colt Peacemaker (due to it's fame), or a Colt produced weapon he has seen before. Each functions as a low level NP, without the stat negation abilities of his Paterson.
Personality: Colt was determined to be famous, and used his own personal success to further his business career. A rowdy and revolutionary person. Very defensive of his success, to the possible detriment of general progress. Also a scheming businessman who was capable of all sorts of ploys to sell his product, and further his legacy. Also a very persuasive speaker, even convincing people that he was an actual doctor
Short Biography: Born in Hartford Connecticut, at age 11 he gained a love for science, as well as a desire to be like the inventors he read about, who accomplished impossible things. And when he heard of the impossibility of a gun that could shoot multiple times without reloading, he set out to make that gun. He displayed a love for explosions and pyrotechnics that impressed, but also got him kicked out of school and sent to learn the seaman's trade, where he got the idea for the revolver.
Later on, he traveled and did science experiments involving nitrous oxide as well as other gasses to fund himself. Eventually, he hired a blacksmith, and in 1835 he got his first patent from Great Britain, with a successive one from the USA, as he aimed for creating an assembly line for pistol manufacture. Such success was short lived though as no one bought the weapons in spite of approval from President Andrew Jackson, and the fact that Colt undermined his own company through lavish spending that was aimed at persuading buyers.
With the company liquidated, he turned to making mines, which failed, working with Samuel Morse, which didn't, and perfecting tinfoil cartridges, which also succeeded somewhat. Walker got him the funds he needed to restart his company, and from there Colt took off, selling to everyone and anyone, even opposing enemies. He fought over his patents and won, establishing a virtual monopoly on revolver production and design in the USA, forcing designers to look elsewhere. As the first mass produced revolver in history, Colt certainly left his mark when he died of gout in the 1860's.