This is Herman, he is my teacher for Noble Arms Physical Education.
5'8 Dark skinned man with a thin set of white hair on his head with a thick and white curly beard, with silvery eyes, and a strong yet lean and well put together build. He is with some scarage across his eyes and deep scar tissue on his hands and knuckles.
Name: Herman Atmeni, the Master of 1000 Names.
Age: 62, December 25.
Nationality: Bedouin, Arabian Nomadic people
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Atmeni
An 8 foot tall Polearm with large golden crescent has bright purple obsidian surrounding the entire crescent as it holds 8 inch long red obsidian blades held with gold etched fittings. When the weapon is summoned, it leaves a light blue aura around Herman, as it feels as if the aura cools things around him. Not like a cold chill, but that of a calm breeze on a hot spring day that calms the nerves.
Noble Arm Rank: A+
Noble Arm Type: Melee; Spirit; Close to Long-Range
Noble Arm Abilities:
Large purple markings of a crescent moon on his back, with it being surrounded by 8 blue stars encircling the moon. This tattoo allows Herman to access the powers of Atmeni, without needing to pull out his weapon. Atmeni has been with Herman ever since he was a child. As he grew, it grew, and as he leaned to wield it, the weapon became one with Herman. This came to be perfectly in sink with Herman's very being. This connection is so deep, it is to the point where he no longer needs to hold his weapon to use its plethora of abilities. All he has to do is think of the power and the power shall be produced. The only catch is that the power will be half as strong, half as effective, and doubly taxing.
Able to summon an orb of purple-ish blue energy that is now controllable with Herman's mere thought. These orbs can travel as fast as an arrow and hit as hard as a brick hitting you at that same speed. Herman can summon up to ten orbs at a time, and control all of them with relative ease. Any more, then the concentration is too much and all the orbs will slow immensely and lose much of their force.
From the staff: The orbs are summoned out of the orb in the center of the crescent of the staff. These orbs are about the size of soft balls.
Without his weapon: The orbs will summon from his hands as he pinches his thumb and index finger together and can summon the orbs from the circle made by his two fingers. These orbs are about the size of a base ball.
However, if he feels like it, he can summon a weapon of any shape and size he chooses, as long as the weapon is no longer than 6 feet, and no wider than a foot. However he can summon and keep the weapon out for as long as he holds it in his hand. The moment he lets go the weapon will disappear and turn back into the orb.
Master of 1000 Styles:
Herman is able to summon clones of himself each being made of energy and thoughts created. With each one being a manifestation of whatever he chooses them to be. May it be of an emotion, an idea, or even of a fighting style, they will be summoned with whatever item they need. May it be a sword, pole staff, or a pen and paper to teach people. Herman can hold up 5 summons a whole day without being over taxed. However, if he summons 10 he can only hold the summons for 12 hours. The most Summons he can hold at once before he can no longer control the ability is 100, he can hold up this amount of summons for 1 minute before he passes out. All summoned clones have similar strength to Herman and are as intelligent as Herman is in the field they are summoned in. If it is combative, then they will be summoned with all the combat skills associated with the style and all combat instincts Herman has.
Without his weapon out, all summons will double in cost. Making it where he will have half as much time before his summons will disappear.
Asura: (+ Transformation)
This is Herman's ultimate technique. As this is the culmination of all of his power and skills as he summons out 2 additional sets of arms and faces, each facing to his left and right and being made of a purple and gold energy. Each head can think for themselves and controls the set of arms on the side they are facing with all the knowledge and abilities of Herman and can summon any weapon they choose. As with all of his power his strength grows as his body is then surrounded by an energy form of himself. This summoned version of himself acts as an armor, as it increases his bodies strength and speed by 3 times his natural physicality and gives him an armor that can take a high powered rifle shots without a sweat.
With this ability Herman can hold this ability for an hour before he is too taxed to continue to fight.
Misc Abilities: -Calligraphy, he found it as an art form to be a great testament to detail. -Poetry, as he is a creative man by nature. -Singing, as he is known to sing anytime he feels like it, specifically with Sherly as chorus. -Can play over 40 different instruments well. -Adept at many different forms of hand-to-hand styles: His favorites are Jujitsu, Capoeira, Dragon style Kung Fu, and Shaolin Drunken Monkey Style. -Adept at many different forms of weapon styles, with his favorite being Shaolin Monkey style. -He has also learned many languages, all from different regions and nations, so travel is easier for him. -And is able to grow marijuana anywhere. Better not tell anyone on the board, they already talked to him about that.
Personality: He holds himself with a calm and aloof attitude and has a positive outlook on everything. He is a wonderful and kind man who is always smiling and always making others laugh. He likes to talk, a lot, to the point where if you get him started you probably won't get him to stop unless you yell, and even then, he might just shush you as he continues to talk.
*Likes: Determination, jovial spirits, good sports, weed, and chocolate.
*Dislikes: Smart alecks, people who put in no work, depressing people, and people who mistreats others.
Fears: Never truly helping anyone, and Sherly dying.
Born to travelling Nomads still adhering to the old traditions, Herman knew nothing of the idea of sitting still. His clan had moved across the Middle East. Herman had seen many different people, many different places, and had learned 1000s of things that could only be described in a book like the Arabian Nights. As this is what sparked Herman's more curious side and his love of travel.
At the very tender age of 7 was when he first came into understanding of Noble Arms, as everyone of this tribe had one, it only made sense that Herman had one. As like all in the clan, you must hone your weapon, as we are herders and many wish to take from our flock. Little did he know, what was meant was that the flock was of the people, and not their simple goats and Camels. As every now and then people would come, yet Herman would be told to hide, and as he did, people would have left their little Clan. Herman unknowing of the world that lies outside of his view.
Herding Camels and Goats was something they always done, Herman was never contempt with the life of a caravan roamer. So on his 13th year of life, he ran away. He had began to travel, seeing the world on his own terms as he began living from place to place, always changing his views and ideas on hundreds of things. As with his age, he had seen wars come and gone, he had seen many tyrants come and fall, and he had learned a million things from people across the globe.
As through his many years now he had walked many miles, traveled many roads, all without a friend, until he found a small black owl hurt and afraid. A smile came onto Herman's face as he slowly picked the small bird up and began taking the Owl on his travels, taking care of the Owl and then giving her a name, Sherly. As now Sherly was brought with him, he had started having her there as a companion who would keep him company.
As his travels had brought him across the world, he had found many people wishing to train him with his natural gift of martial arts and Noble Arm. With this he had began making friends with his radiant and kind nature as it had afforded him some of the highest privileges a Noble Arm's master could ever want. He was given freedom of movement and travel. He had slowly gained notoriety in the world of Martial arts as a Master of a thousand strikes and a thousand tongues. As many wished to train under him, he always declined, as he was no teacher, but a student. As he had traveled again and again, sometimes spending few years of his life in each country learning their culture, their beliefs, and their way of life. Wishing and hungry for more he continued to travel.
Yet somewhere in his life something happened. Someone assaulted the master, and in the fight, had taken his eyes. Disfiguring him to such a degree he had no way of recovering his missing eyes. Yet this never dissuaded the man. As many told him to stop, he went, as many told him to stop and teach, he kept going to learn more, and as people wouldn't teach him, he learned anyways. Not through sight, no, through the vibrations in the air. He could feel how people moves, he could hear how they shifted and stepped, and he could feel the earth shift. He learned now many new ways to see. Through all of his senses he can see the world and walk around, without ever needing his eyes, nor ever needing help.
So the question is, why did he come to this school? Well that should be obvious, he's still travelling! But he decided to become a teacher here as he wishes to help some young folk learn a thing or two from an old man. Also, some friends asked him to teach here as the school is trying to get into shape and he would be a great help to many budding Noble Arms Master.
*Current Goal: To pass on his ideals and dreams to the next generation.
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Ranged/Electromagnetism/Line of Sight
Noble Arm Abilities:
Electric Tri-shot: Nathaniel loads three bullets into each of the Shock Bolters, each one being charged with electric energy. Their velocity is amplified, making their penetration values being twice that of a Desert Eagle pistol. Each Shock Bolter generates 50 bullets everyday, and they do not stack. As such, he only has a fixed amount to go with per day.
Electromagnetic Blast: The Shock Bolters are an eternal reservoir of electromagnetic energy which Nathaniel can unleash as blasts against targets within line of sight. They are capable of stunning or knocking back humans, and will only be fatal if Nathaniel willingly amplifies them. However, they become extremely energy costly when elevated to deadly levels.
Electrical Control: Nathaniel is able to siphon electricity from external sources within line of sight, amplifying his Noble Arm's offensive capabilities. He is also able to channel electricity into machines in order to power/short circuit them, and on metallic objects to either shock those in physical contact with said objects or to accelerate their heat. He can also form shapes (especially letters) out of electromagnetic energy.
Electro-Form: Nathaniel is able to transform his entire body into a purely electrical form, allowing him to travel through metallic objects, conductors, and the power grid itself. He can exit this form whenever he wishes.
Coding Shenanigans: His IT specialist father taught him basic hacking, such as getting the password of a neighbour's WiFi and denying others access to certain sites.
Barber: He can do you a basic haircut for a dollar.
Stroker: Nath could be a professional cuddlist if he wanted to.
Personality: Nathaniel is a boy of few words, giving the impression that he is an edgy, brooding character. He is a sleepyhead and often dozes off in the wrong moments, though he still manages to do well in class despite this. He is also rather generous, as he spares no expense in his gifts. Just like his electromagnetic powers, he is volatile and easily angered by perceived slights, though he doesn't bear grudges longer than a day.
Nathaniel is quite affectionate to friends and family, and is sometimes seen looping his arm around someone else's before using their shoulder as a lean-on as he sleeps. His friends sometimes know him as Spine Cracker because… he hugs really hard for someone of his size. He also likes to eat. It is a miracle of how he is able to stay in shape.
*Likes: Cute, fluffy animals, girls smaller than himself, lasagna, baguettes, explosions, and seeing more subscribers to his YouTube channel.
*Dislikes: Reptiles, anti-vaxxers, flat earthers, Hawaiian pizza, broccoli, and ampalaya.
Fears: Heartbreak, memories, and heights.
Bio: Nathaniel Gregorio was born as the second of three children in a middle income family from Makati City, the financial center of the Philippines. His father, Gordon, was an IT specialist, whilst his mother, Melinda, was a neurosurgeon. His family were all Protestants, having been born and raised in the faith by their parents and grandparents before them.
Overall, he had what one could say was a 'typical life' for a person of his generation; he was a compliant kid when he was younger, had rebellious phases in his teen years, and sometimes has these bad influences, like… smoking (too much). He presented himself as this inviolable boy of the church that beat the drums and sometimes spoke to the youth, but he had this darker side that he kept secret in the shadows. Perhaps it was shame, or the gnawing of conscience simply didn't come through until recently, but he lived a dual life of light and darkness from the time he was 16 until the time his Noble Arm manifested.
It was a dark night at the time, and he and his less than reputable friends have been wandering the streets for no good reason other than for the sake of it. It was when Nathaniel was on the way home alone that his path was blocked by a pair of drunken men; two very big, and definitely unfriendly men. Nathan is unsure about the details, as he chooses not to remember, but he does recall being punched quite a few times. Were they the ones who were agitated by their noise? Maybe, but it was at this moment of great stress that the Noble Arm of his own manifested itself. A pair of revolvers that writhed with electricity arose unto his hands, which he then used to disable his attackers by shocking them with taser-like blasts.
It was at this time that he realized his folly of living a dual life of secret decadence and pretenseful holiness. This incidence was, according to him, a message from the Almighty that he needs to take a better path. And a good path was it, then, when a letter from Trinidad University came in. He'll be a good addition, they said... *Current Goal: Make up for his past mistakes by being the very best.
Took a while, but I finally managed to finish my character sheet. Hope you like it:
Name: Brody Jackson
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Le Bouclier - Spartan Shield
Noble Arm Rank: D
Noble Arm Abilities:
Sentinel By striking his shield to the ground, Brody can place a protective shell around himself or an ally. This shell can block all damage of a single attack, but is destroyed simultaneously. Only one Sentinel shell can exist at a time.
Phalanx Le Bouclier can absorb strikes hitting it, and then release them back. This requires touch, however.
Personality: Kindly, sensitive, foolish
*Likes: Personal space, metalworking
*Dislikes: Doing laundry, music
Bio: Brody Jackson was born to an average middle class family in Yorkshire, England. His life has been as normal as a person in a world of Noble Arms can be. He went to school, did some part time jobs on the side and surfed the net. He did at one point pick up metalworking as an art hobby.
Brody had mostly drifted through his life, with little lifelong goals in sight besides metalworking. Everything changed when he was looking for some scrap metal to work with. At the scrapyard he pulled out a wrong piece of metal and the unstable pile of scrap fell on top of him. Scared, Brody put his arms above his face. However, he wasn't crushed, but instead found to his surprise an ancient Greek shield attached to his left arm. Brody gave a push, and suddenly all the scrap on top of him just flew off, like exploded.
After some time of emergency calls, questionings and surprises, it became obvious that Brody had gotten himself a Noble Arm, one taking the form of a shield. Although Brody had no real interest in fighting and just wanted to return to normal life, as drifty as it was, It was decided that Brody would need training in his Arm before he could decide his future. And so it was that Brody Jackson ended up in Trinidad, with a shield in his arm and an uncertainty of future in his mind.
*Current Goal: Find some sort of calling in life, preferably before he graduates.