FATE: EUROPA!

Robin Hood presents not as a dashing outlaw, but as a hooded phantom of the forest—lean, pale, and unremarkable by design. His cloak hangs ragged with moss and thorns, and his eyes are the dull green of stagnant ponds. Everything about him is forgettable, from his posture to his gait, like a man designed to vanish before memory can form. Only when he draws his bow does a kind of clarity settle in: stillness, silence, and death in waiting.

Pragmatic, dry, and fiercely anti-authoritarian, Robin doesn’t fight because he believes in revolution—he fights because he can’t stand seeing people suffer under cowards with crowns. He’s not noble, and he doesn’t want to be. He lies easily but only to protect others. Despite his mercenary tone, he has an unshakable soft spot for the vulnerable. He won’t call himself a hero, but he’ll stand in front of a blade for someone who can’t. He’ll mock you, nickname you, and complain about the mission. But if you’re kind to the powerless, he’ll take an arrow for you without being asked. He mistrusts high-borns and noble claims, but if you show humility and act with compassion, he’ll quietly begin watching your back—and never stop. Betray him, however, and you'll never know when the next poisoned arrow finds its mark.

Robin Hood, in this form, is not a single man but the distillation of myth—the nameless outlaws who lived, died, and were buried beneath Sherwood’s roots. He is the ghost of justice done quietly, of rebellion too small to write down. This particular manifestation is a “Wretched Shade,” summoned not for glory, but for utility—a disposable assassin born of the idea of Robin, rather than the legend. His Noble Phantasm, Yew Bow – Faceless King’s Rotten Garden, infects the target with a cursed arrow soaked in a conceptual poison: one that adapts to their specific weakness. Whether it’s pride, guilt, or even immortality itself, the toxin seeks what will undo them. His Grail wish is simple, and bitter: he would use it to ensure no tyrant can ever rule without pain—whether king, CEO, or God. To him, the enemy is authority without humility.