I have been asked to join in, so here we go again xD Bit of an oddball concept, but Bee approved, so it just needs a glance over by the CoGMs
6'4" || 240lbs
Name:
Sรฌorraidh || 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.
"๐ป๐รฌ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ร ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ร ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐"
Noble Arm Rank:
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range:
Melee, Entirely Self-Affecting
Noble Arm Abilities:
รrdachadh: Mionnan an Fhaoillich provides modest enhancement to Sรฌorraidh'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, Sรฌorraidh 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: Sรฌorraidh 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, Sรฌorraidh'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:
Sรฌorraidh 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 Sรฌorraidh 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
6'4" || 240lbs
Name:
Sรฌorraidh || 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.
"๐ป๐รฌ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ร ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ร ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐"
Noble Arm Rank:
Power: D
Speed: A
Range: D (S)
Persistence: A
Precision: S (Affects Only Himself)
Potential: F
Speed: A
Range: D (S)
Persistence: A
Precision: S (Affects Only Himself)
Potential: F
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range:
Melee, Entirely Self-Affecting
Noble Arm Abilities:
รrdachadh: Mionnan an Fhaoillich provides modest enhancement to Sรฌorraidh'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, Sรฌorraidh 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: Sรฌorraidh 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, Sรฌorraidh'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:
Sรฌorraidh 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 Sรฌorraidh 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
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