Name:
Sìorraidh || Schroedinger

Age:
Appears to be in his Thirties

Nationality:
Celtic

Noble Arm Name & Appearance:
Mionnan an Fhaoillich
A single edged, one handed sword in the style of Messers, Mionnan an Fhaoillich bears a nearly mirror polish, with guard and pommel styled after a raven. The flat of the blade bears writing, etched in rose gold against the silvered surface.
"𝕻𝖗ì𝖘 𝖆 ’𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖍𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖉
𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖉 𝖓𝖆 𝖍à𝖗𝖋𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖈𝖍
𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖚 𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖊
𝕲𝖚 𝖇𝖗à𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖍"

Noble Arm Rank:



Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range:
Melee, Entirely Self-Affecting

Noble Arm Abilities:
Àrdachadh: Mionnan an Fhaoillich provides modest enhancement to Sìorraidh's physical abilities, offering strength, speed, and reflexes marginally above what may be naturally obtained by humans. The blade itself is uncannily sharp, and wielded by skilled hands, devastating in melee combat.

Briseadh: When unpercieved by others, Sìorraidh can traverse modest distances (Up to around fifty meters) instantaneously and precisely. In example, he may step behind the cover of an Ally's shield, and emerge from behind an enemy, as if traversing the distance in the same step, so long as both points are not actively observed. The range of this ability is vastly increased should another individual actively think about him and attempt to summon him, such as by uttering his name as a command- He may, in such cases and only in such cases, appear near to that person no matter how far away they are.

Ceangaltach: Sìorraidh is bound to life, to existence, in a manner even he does not quite understand. Mionnan an Fhaoillich has dictated that he must exist, always- and this force of will is laid across him like a curse. In practice, it appears that he is incapable of death- should he be felled, he will fall only until he is no longer perceived. Once this happens, he becomes once more, as if he never fell at all. This state of being has been compared to the theoretical Schroedinger's Cat, given the apparent reliance on perception.

Misc Abilities:
While his physicality is enhanced by his Noble Arm, Sìorraidh's prowess with the weapon is entirely his own- he is a masterful swordsman and martial artist. His talents with modern weaponry, however, are sorely lacking, and he possessed little in the way of leadership skills. He is, and has always been, a servant- a tool to be wielded by others.

He is also, apparently, an excellent cook, and has a talent for music.

Personality:

*Likes: Fine Dining, Clear Direction, Dancing

*Dislikes: Dishonesty, Getting His Clothes Dirty, Being Ignored

Fears: Being Forgotten, "The Drift", Being Lost Once More

Bio:
Sìorraidh remembers little if his life before the incident- it comes in flashes, a confused tangle of memories from what feels like a thousand different lives. He knows, vaguely, that he was part of a training program meant to create Arms Masters- and he knows for certain that it was a brutal, punishing experience, meant to break participants down until they either had nothing left to give, or manifested an Arm. He remembers more vividly the moment his came to bed- remembers the driving though, his only remaining thought, in the moments before the program killed him.

I will be.

As the addage goes, be careful what you wish for. Mionnan an Fhaoillich manifested to him in that moment, and in a twisted manner, it gave him all that he desired. His last desire. He would not perish. He would be... Forever. Like a cat in a box, he was bound to existence, to be where ever and when ever he was perceived, with no escape, no release. So he has been, and will be, always. He was adrift, then, lost in between, living myriad lives and none, until he found one to anchor him.

A prince. Another who knew of the space between, a power mirror to his own. They spoke, and Sìorraidh swore himself to service- anchored himself to this boy prince, for both their sakes, to serve as an instrument of his will.

*Current Goal:
Unwavering Service

Name: Charles Mallette

Age: 59 (Apparent Age: late 20s)

Nationality: French

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Hope’s End.

Noble Arm Rank: B


Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Melee. Vampire/Life Through Death

Noble Arm Abilities:

• Consume - The standard ability of Hopes End. The basis for the other abilities the Noble Arm possesses. Whenever Hope’s End injures an opponent, it absorbs a portion of the opponent’s power proportional to the injury inflicted.
• Boost - Often used on the user of Hope’s End. Hope’s End can use the built up energy to boost the physical abilities and attributes of the wielder.
• Heal - Hope’s End can expend the built up energy to heal the wielder or anyone that the wielder can lay their hands on.
• Duplicate - A rarer ability of Hope’s End. If an Arms Master is killed, the energy that is gained from it can be used to duplicate the ability of the Noble Arm that belonged to the slain Arms Master. However, once that energy is used up either through boosting, healing or duplicating, those abilities cannot be used again.

Misc Abilities: Prior to any military service, Charles was trained in Savate by his father who was the three times world champion in his youth. When Charles later joined the Action Division of the Directorate-General for External Security, and became trained in sabotage, destruction of materiel, assassination, detaining/kidnapping, interrogation with and without using torture, infiltration/exfiltration of persons into/from hostile territory and hostage rescue. These skills would serve him well when he became an Arms Master and moved into the Private Sector.

Personality:

Likes: Expensive Wine. Coffee. “The finer things in life.” Money. Sparring.

Dislikes: Self proclaimed Gods. Relying on Noble Arms.

Fears: Charles doesn’t have many fears. Chief among them though is probably leaving a job half done. Or at least that’s what he tells people. Charles’ real biggest fear is letting people in. Scared that people will hate the real him, or worse betray him and use his feelings against him.

Bio: Born to a Savate world champion, so most of his early childhood was spent being forced to train in the French martial art. Most afternoons after school was spent in the training hall either sparring or tidying it.
When he turned eighteen he signed up to the French military, and not long after that, his skills in Savate got him poached into the Action Division. He spent nearly 20 years working with the Action Division before manifesting a Noble Arm. During this time he specialised in covert operations and even tackling Arms Master threats to French National Security.
On one mission Charles teamed up with a Russian Arms Master to battle a group of Russian Terrorists that were in France.
Kostya, Charles’s partner at the time, was the Russian Arms Master that was wielding Hope’s End. During the mission, Kostya had his left arm cut off by one of the Terrorists that turned out to be an Arms Master.
Kostya then sacrificed himself to Hope’s End to form a feedback loop of energy and passed the Noble Arm onto Charles. It was a last ditch effort that resulted in a temporary massive power boost to Hope’s End and resulted in the Noble Arm being passed onto Charles.
After cleaning up the remaining terrorists, he took some time off to ponder the consequences of becoming an Arms Master.

Charles ended up deciding on moving to the Private Sector after he received an offer he couldn’t refuse.
Around 20 years later he had made a name for himself as a private contractor who would take a job with whoever has the money to pay.

*Current Goal: Complete the contract.

Military or Civilian Rank: Private Contractors

*Optional