Appearance: 5"11 broad shouldered mestizo with a lot of tribal tatoos on his face, arms and legs. He usually wears an old white long sleeved shirt and brown slacks. Foot wear optional but he does carry a hand woven grass salakot on his back
Name: Nicanor Sanchez Age:82 years old (he still looks like he is in the early 30's) Nationality:FilipinoNoble Arm Name & Appearance: Sanduguan- a metalic blood like substance that seems to merge with his tribal tatoos and becomes a sort of primitive armor that covers his body when activated. Noble Arm Rank: D+
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: armor type, blood element(?) melee to short ranged(it can extend like a whip).
Noble Arm Abilities: Blood compact- It absorbs blood and life force from Nicanor's enemies giving him regeneration, superhuman strength, speed and memories of the victim. It can slow Nicanor's body from aging keeping it in it's peak physical state.
Blood whips- a whip like appendage extends about 3m long from his wrists.
Hurumentado- using blood to fuel a berserker's raging state till it kills his target even using Nicanor's own blood when sustained for too long.
Due to the memory absorption, Nicanor suffers mental instability due to the fact that most of the memories he absorbs is the last moments of their lives.
Misc Abilities: Survival skills and is a master in close combat.
Personality: *Likes: He wants his solitude and loves animals *Dislikes:people who wants to use him as a weapon. Modern technology. Fears:losing control of himself and ends up destroying everything he cares about.Bio: Nicanor still remembers the chaos of the first world war, and that was before the first Arms masters started popping up. He was a teenager when a squad of Japanese soldiers together with a fire using Arms master burned his whole family in front of him. It was then that his Noble Arm manifested itself. At first it was just a marble sized red liquid droplet that appeared in his palm. It dripped down and absorbed the spilled blood on the ground. As it did, Nicanor felt everything. Fear..Pain.. Then Rage..
When he came to his senses he somehow managed to rip apart every single one of the troop. The Noble Arm now covered most of his body like a second skin of flowing crimson metal.Horrified of his abilities, he fled deep in the mountains away from all the fighting and kept to himself tormented by the screams of the people he slaughtered. Years passed and Nicanor still retains most of his youthful looks despite being over 80 years old. He practised several japanese fighting techniques and his own Khali fighting style. He did manage to isolate the unwanted memories and emotions of his victims but he still feels it somewhere in his mind. Waiting for him to slip.... *Current Goal: Survive and try avoid the conflict. Military or Civilian Rank: CivilianIs this good boss?
