Iskandar is an excellent tactician and strategist for whom it is almost unthinkable that he would lose a battle; his sole loss over his entire life was during the Holy Grail War against a power strong enough to destroy worlds that no one could be expected to win against. He has great charisma that makes him a natural leader and understands how best to rule and command a multicultural nation. He's known to have exceptional luck that allows him to seize any opportunity presented that could increase his chances of success... or simply wander into a store in time to get the last of something in stock. His education as a child gave him knowledge of medicine, philosophy, science, morals, religion, logic, art, and the ability to play the lyre, but he never mastered any of those fields. Upon being summoned in the Grail War he gained basic knowledge of the modern world, the ability to speak all modern languages, and the knowledge that much of his ancient knowledge is incorrect and now useless to him. Due to his research while in the modern world he understands the uses of the military technology of the 1990's. Finally, he retains his supernatural Riding skill from being summoned as a Rider class Servant, which allows him to ride any mount and operate any vehicle, even if he's never seen it before. All he needs to do is sit in its equivalent of a saddle and grasp its equivalent of reins and he'll be a master of its use. The only mounts he can't use this ability on are dragons, which he would have to learn to ride normally.
Sample RP:
"Damn that was good!" Shoutmon said, dramatically flopping onto his back as the group sat around their campfire. Leomon scowled at the sudden noise but said nothing.
"Indeed, that was a fine feast!" Iskandar agreed loudly. "Leomon! Labramon! You two are indeed excellent chefs!"
Labramon looked like she was trying to flatten herself into the ground when the others glanced over at her.
"Thank you."
Leomon crossed his arms over his chest.
"I ain't a chef. And I'd hardly call it a feast."
"Nevertheless it was delicious."
"It was too salty," Aquilamon spoke up from his perch on a fallen tree.
"You didn't help or say what you wanted in it. You don't get to complain."
"I agreed to eat with you people. I've done more than e-"
"Hey, Iskandar!" Shoutmon interrupted, everyone's attention swinging back to him as he sat back up. "Didn't you say you had a surprise for us?"
"Ah, yes, I do indeed." Iskandar tapped buttons on his D-Comm and realized a box, which he held up to the others with a huge grin.
"Ta da!"
The box was marked "S'mores Kit".
"I saw this in the city's market and decided we should try it!"
Ignoring Aquilamon's muttered "That's it?" and the bewildered looks of the others he opened the box and pulled out the instructions. Elephamon broke the silence.
"It would have been more economical to purchase the ingredients separately. It would also be possible to make more, as the separate ingredients are sold in larger packages."
Iskandar looked up at her. "Is that so?" He looked back down at the instructions with a frown. "This seemed so convenient, having everything in one package with instructions for preparing them."
"I've never had them before but they look good!"
"Indeed. It seems that we will need sticks to hold these white thingies over the fire."
"I'll find some!"
Shoutmon charged off towards the trees to begin his search and Elephamon spoke up again.
"The white objects within the kit are called-"
"Found some!"
"Are called 'marshmallows'. In many of the worlds that human Tamers originate in, marshmallows were developed from a confection made from the marshmallow plant, hence the name."
"Oh yes, I remember those." Iskandar smiled. "I tried them after I liberated Egypt. They were quite delicious." He held the bag up and frowned at the contents in confusion. "Although they looked nothing like these. It would seem that the recipe has changed significantly since the-"
"These should be good!" Shoutmon came charging back with a bundle of sticks in his arms. "What next?"
Leomon reached over and grabbed a stick.
"Obviously, make a point on it so you can get the marshmallow on and off easier."
He drew his sword and, with a few quick cuts, the stick gave the stick a rough point. He repeated the process for the remainder and sheathed his sword. Shoutmon flashed him a glare.
"Now what, oh great warrior?"
"It says that now we roast the marshmallows over the fire until they are golden-brown," Iskandar said before Leomon could retort. "Labramon, would you roast Aquilamon's as well?"
"Okay."
Roasting marshmallows over the fire, Iskandar was grinning like a little kid. Labramon had a much smaller smile, and Leomon, Elephamon, and Aquilamon retained a neutral expression. Shoutmon hummed one of the new songs his band was working on, until his marshmallow caught fire and he frantically blew on it to put it out.
"Hm. The instructions do say that some people may enjoy their marshmallows burnt."
"That wasn't supposed to happen..."
"So what next?"
"It seems you place a piece of chocolate on half of the cracker, then put the marshmallow and the other half of the cracker on top."
Everyone did so and ate.
"Hm. Not ba-"
"Wow this is good!"
"I agree."
"Haha! We should have this again! What say you all?"
"Hell yeah!"
Leomon, Elephamon, and Labramon all nodded their assent, while Aquilamon gave a noncommittal "Hn." Iskandar looked over at him.
"What do you think, Aquilamon?"
"Hn. Do what you want. I'm leaving."
He flapped his wings and flew off, making the campfire dance wildly in the process.
"That guy..."
As the others focused their attention on Aquilamon's departure, Shoutmon set another marshmallow on fire.
"Dammit not again!"
Sample D-Comm Network Post:[Video] [The camera comes on to show an enormous man standing with his red cloak around his body, the Net Ocean stretching out in the background and nothing other than the waves and the horizon to focus on besides him. He looks even taller than he is since whoever is holding the camera is so much shorter than him and is pointing the camera up slightly to get his face in the shot along with the rest of his body. The man spreads his arms, his cloak billowing for an instant before it comes to rest behind his shoulders, and speaks in a voice that doesn't need a microphone to be heard clearly over the roar of the waves.]
Everyone! Cease what you are doing and listen to the words of the king!
[He lowers his arms and his cloak slips forward to cover them again.]
I am Iskandar, King of Conquerors! Those who come from my world may know me better as Alexander the Great. In this world I am of the Xros Tamer class. I wish to make a proposition. [He looks directly at you. Yes, you watching this video, whoever and wherever you are, he's looking at you specifically. He spreads his arms in the air again and clenches his fists.] What do you say to joining my army? Together, we shall share the joy of conquering this world, trampling the Demon Kings and all who oppose us beneath our feet! [A huge grin.] What say you?
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Iskandar app 6/6
Date: 2012-04-15 06:38 am (UTC)Sample RP:
"Damn that was good!" Shoutmon said, dramatically flopping onto his back as the group sat around their campfire. Leomon scowled at the sudden noise but said nothing.
"Indeed, that was a fine feast!" Iskandar agreed loudly. "Leomon! Labramon! You two are indeed excellent chefs!"
Labramon looked like she was trying to flatten herself into the ground when the others glanced over at her.
"Thank you."
Leomon crossed his arms over his chest.
"I ain't a chef. And I'd hardly call it a feast."
"Nevertheless it was delicious."
"It was too salty," Aquilamon spoke up from his perch on a fallen tree.
"You didn't help or say what you wanted in it. You don't get to complain."
"I agreed to eat with you people. I've done more than e-"
"Hey, Iskandar!" Shoutmon interrupted, everyone's attention swinging back to him as he sat back up. "Didn't you say you had a surprise for us?"
"Ah, yes, I do indeed." Iskandar tapped buttons on his D-Comm and realized a box, which he held up to the others with a huge grin.
"Ta da!"
The box was marked "S'mores Kit".
"I saw this in the city's market and decided we should try it!"
Ignoring Aquilamon's muttered "That's it?" and the bewildered looks of the others he opened the box and pulled out the instructions. Elephamon broke the silence.
"It would have been more economical to purchase the ingredients separately. It would also be possible to make more, as the separate ingredients are sold in larger packages."
Iskandar looked up at her. "Is that so?" He looked back down at the instructions with a frown. "This seemed so convenient, having everything in one package with instructions for preparing them."
"I've never had them before but they look good!"
"Indeed. It seems that we will need sticks to hold these white thingies over the fire."
"I'll find some!"
Shoutmon charged off towards the trees to begin his search and Elephamon spoke up again.
"The white objects within the kit are called-"
"Found some!"
"Are called 'marshmallows'. In many of the worlds that human Tamers originate in, marshmallows were developed from a confection made from the marshmallow plant, hence the name."
"Oh yes, I remember those." Iskandar smiled. "I tried them after I liberated Egypt. They were quite delicious." He held the bag up and frowned at the contents in confusion. "Although they looked nothing like these. It would seem that the recipe has changed significantly since the-"
"These should be good!" Shoutmon came charging back with a bundle of sticks in his arms. "What next?"
Leomon reached over and grabbed a stick.
"Obviously, make a point on it so you can get the marshmallow on and off easier."
He drew his sword and, with a few quick cuts, the stick gave the stick a rough point. He repeated the process for the remainder and sheathed his sword. Shoutmon flashed him a glare.
"Now what, oh great warrior?"
"It says that now we roast the marshmallows over the fire until they are golden-brown," Iskandar said before Leomon could retort. "Labramon, would you roast Aquilamon's as well?"
"Okay."
Roasting marshmallows over the fire, Iskandar was grinning like a little kid. Labramon had a much smaller smile, and Leomon, Elephamon, and Aquilamon retained a neutral expression. Shoutmon hummed one of the new songs his band was working on, until his marshmallow caught fire and he frantically blew on it to put it out.
"Hm. The instructions do say that some people may enjoy their marshmallows burnt."
"That wasn't supposed to happen..."
"So what next?"
"It seems you place a piece of chocolate on half of the cracker, then put the marshmallow and the other half of the cracker on top."
Everyone did so and ate.
"Hm. Not ba-"
"Wow this is good!"
"I agree."
"Haha! We should have this again! What say you all?"
"Hell yeah!"
Leomon, Elephamon, and Labramon all nodded their assent, while Aquilamon gave a noncommittal "Hn." Iskandar looked over at him.
"What do you think, Aquilamon?"
"Hn. Do what you want. I'm leaving."
He flapped his wings and flew off, making the campfire dance wildly in the process.
"That guy..."
As the others focused their attention on Aquilamon's departure, Shoutmon set another marshmallow on fire.
"Dammit not again!"
Sample D-Comm Network Post: [Video]
[The camera comes on to show an enormous man standing with his red cloak around his body, the Net Ocean stretching out in the background and nothing other than the waves and the horizon to focus on besides him. He looks even taller than he is since whoever is holding the camera is so much shorter than him and is pointing the camera up slightly to get his face in the shot along with the rest of his body. The man spreads his arms, his cloak billowing for an instant before it comes to rest behind his shoulders, and speaks in a voice that doesn't need a microphone to be heard clearly over the roar of the waves.]
Everyone! Cease what you are doing and listen to the words of the king!
[He lowers his arms and his cloak slips forward to cover them again.]
I am Iskandar, King of Conquerors! Those who come from my world may know me better as Alexander the Great. In this world I am of the Xros Tamer class. I wish to make a proposition. [He looks directly at you. Yes, you watching this video, whoever and wherever you are, he's looking at you specifically. He spreads his arms in the air again and clenches his fists.] What do you say to joining my army? Together, we shall share the joy of conquering this world, trampling the Demon Kings and all who oppose us beneath our feet! [A huge grin.] What say you?