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OOC Information
NAME; Kevin
AGE; 26
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED; N/A

IC Information
CHARACTER NAME; Saber/Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
AGE; 30ish. She died at age 30 in life, and only lived another 7 weeks after being summoned for the Holy Grail War.
CANON; Fate/EXTRA
CANON POINT; Post-game, Rin route, female protagonist
FAMILY TYPES; Dark Area, Dragon's Roar, Jungle Troopers, and Wind Guardians.

APPEARANCE; Saber is, to be blunt, tiny: her stature actually qualifies her as a sufferer of dwarfism, by modern definitions. She's certainly strong, but her body gives less an impression of a warrior, and more one of a noblewoman or lord (which, despite her ridiculous abilities in combat, is actually correct... she's a warrior-poet that errs more on the side of poetry, after all); not fat, of course, but quite curvy. Her eyes are a deep green and her hair a bright blonde, and generally kept up in a tight bun (albeit with a rather massive ahoge punctuating it); when added to the generally fierce, challenging expression she wears, Saber gives an impression of noble right and privilege, of a conquering king or feudal lord. This impression is reinforced by her attire, an odd red dress that gives the impression of a generals uniform towards the top, but then billows outwards, and leaves a transparent wedge down the front, demonstrating her fondness for excess and her natural exhibitionism.
PERSONALITY; In a word, Saber is... intense.  Right from the beginning, she makes a stirring demand of her Master: to consider herself (or himself, if you choose a male PC) Saber's equal... but, also, to work to better herself to the point where this will not be simple pretense.  She demands excellence of herself, even perfection... but, also, from those who would closely relate with her.
 
But, it isn't just about perfection, it's about... the amount of living she gets done.  From the stories she tells – in many cases, true to historical record – she lives life absolutely to the hilt!  As a human, she only lived to the age of thirty, and, yet?  She was Emperor.  She was a painter.  A sculptor.  An actor.  A gladiator, on occasion.  She devised public works that would be compared to the great Wonders – not the least of which being the building that would become her Noble Phantasm, the Domus Aurea, one of the most legendary theaters ever constructed (although, it's worth noting that it's fame more comes from its primary use as a villa; its use as a theater, historically, was largely in a more private sense, as she entertained/showed off for guests at dinner parties).  Her pursuit of beauty in any form inspired her to one of the most prolific lives imaginable; it comes as no surprise when, during the battle with the penultimate boss, she asserts that she is a complete ruler, because she has known servitude – even though there is no authority higher than her, she has always been subservient to the ideal of beauty.
 
Okay, looking at it that way?  You might be forgiven for thinking that her life was strictly enriched by her natural tendency towards intensity; forgiven, but not correct.  To crib from the ruminations of the protagonist, herself – since she spends a decent amount of time trying to understand why Saber is the way that she is – she loved too much.  She loved her people deeply and profoundly, and with all the intensity that I have been discussing until now.  But... that's the problem.  Normal people aren't capable of that sort of love; they understand feelings that are meant to endure.  We could compare a normal person's love to a candle; it burns quietly, and for a very long time.  The light isn't overwhelming, but it's enough to see, enough to push away the cold, even if just a bit.  Saber's love, however, is... more like a strip of magnesium; it burns unbelievably bright... but, it's overwhelming, and isn't the sort of thing that's made to last.  For all that she loved the people, they were never capable of properly understanding it; this would probably be why, when the wealthier citizens attempted their smear campaign against her, painting her as a complete tyrant (which, oddly, she doesn't dispute), there was little resistance, even though it wasn't true.
 
Alright... her intensity was an awfully good jumping-off point for this exploration of her personality, but its time has passed; and, so, let us dispense with it, and move on.  You see, it's been discussed already how Saber was an achiever in life, and this is true as hell; what hasn't yet been discussed, however, is the absurd ego it gave her. She doesn't boast very much, it's true, and most of the boasting she does do is confined to either A) your private conversations with her in your miniature sanctum, where you can't possibly be overheard (and, thus, where she doesn't have to worry about eavesdroppers), or B) immediately before or after an Elimination Match (at which point, it's likely too late to do any more hardcore strategizing); but, her habit of completely disregarding most insults seems quite telling, considering her obviously-high opinion of herself. In fact, aside from one incident in which she mistakenly (or possibly jokingly) believes that a small child has called her an “it”, she never allows herself to be provoked by simple verbal barbs.
HISTORY; http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Playable_Saber_(Fate/Extra)

SAMPLES
FIRST PERSON; Q&A
Q: What would you say is your greatest strength?
A: Strength? It would be an easier task to enumerate my weaknesses! ...but, if your question must be answered, so be it: my art. Sculpture, canvas, architecture... what field have I not enriched? What task have I not conquered? Who, before or since, can claim to be my match?

Q: If you were given the option to stay in the Digital World or return to your home, which would you choose? Why?
A: Fool! The choice you present is no choice at all. The place I left is sealed and gone, my body torn to shreds, and... [And Hakuno was gone, too, though she wouldn't dare even think that.]

...no. I have no home to return to.

Q: You have one choice. That choice will result in either the end of the world or it will save it. Which way would you go?
A: What a useless question! Without details, who could say? And such an obvious 'intended answer'. But what does it mean to 'save' the world? Who would be saved? Would 'saving' the world mean condemning it to eternal stagnation? Would 'destroying' it mean bringing about a quicker end amidst a glorious symphony of wonder, of sound and fury, of life truly lived?

...h'oh? You're demanding an answer? How brazen, to make demands of an emperor! Very well, then... with only this much information, I would save it. No matter what historians say of me, I'm no madwoman, no bloodthirsty tyrant! I would protect my people... no, all people!

Praise my magnanimity, quick as you can!
THIRD PERSON; Saber had a problem, and that problem was named Floramon.

Is that a bit harsh? Perhaps. Perhaps it wasn't even true; for all her new friend's faults, the emperor found the little shrub downright charming at times. It was just... sometimes, it felt like she couldn't even finish a thought without-

”Carry me-!”

...well, that stopped Saber dead in her tracks. The pair had been exploring a great stand of trees – too small to be a forest, but too vast not to be labeled... which was sort of giving Saber fits, in its own small way – when the slightly-shorter one broke the (comfortable, but unusual) silence with her characteristically selfish request. Now, this sort of situation should have been a learning experience for the emperor; she'd always been fairly self-involved and spoiled, so having someone else inflict that on her should have shaken some introspection free, right?

Wrong. Not horribly wrong, but wrong.

The Roman knelt – which, depressingly, put Floramon slightly above eye-level – and wagged a finger at her partner, giving the best impression of a responsible adult that she'd ever learned to do.

”Absolutely not,” said Saber, fully intending to hold her ground on this issue. ”You're a warrior, are you not? A champion! To walk this much should be considered a warm-up, at most!”

What followed could best be described as a battle of wills... except, if we're honest, both sides were actually Saber. Oh, Floramon could have conceded, and the battle would have been over – and the heart-wrenchingly cute smile she shot back was certainly having the intended effect – but, in the end, it came down to Saber arguing with herself.

On the one hand, her new friend was meant to be a warrior, whatever else she might be... and warriors were mighty! Not just strong, but stalwart, unflinching! A warrior should not just vanquish the storm, but weather it, as well. Really, she'd be doing her partner a disservice by denying her any opportunity for exercise.

But... on the other hand... she was awfully cute. Okay, that's shitty reasoning, but it felt fairly weighty in her mind. And, it wasn't just that she was cute, you know! She was... like a topiary! Part artwork, part beloved pet, and with a charming intuitive knowledge of her own nobility! How could a loving and just emperor such as Saber even consider denying her anything her heart desired?

Moments later, they start off again, a silent agreement having been reached between them. Both sides had given ground, but, on the whole, the metaphorical treaty-signing that took place that day really charted the course for Floramon-Saber relations in the days to come.

Which is, of course, to say that the leafy one was resting comfortably on the blonde's shoulders, clutching her head like it was some sort of steering wheel.

As if there was ever any doubt...