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Name: Lynn
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Horatio Hornblower -captainhornblower
Jonathan Hollom -awhitecrow
Sherlock Holmes -notquiteheartless
Character
Name: Colonel Sebastian Moran
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Time Period: post-movie
Wing Color: Dun
History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes:_A_Game_of_Shadows#Plot
From Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventure of the Empty House (the story which features Moran):
MORAN, SEBASTIAN, COLONEL. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bangalore Pioneers. Born London, 18--. Son of Sir Augustus Moran, C. B., once British Minister to Persia. Educated Eton and Oxford. Served in Jowaki Campaign, Afghan Campaign, Charasiab (despatches), Sherpur, and Cabul. Author of HEAVY GAME OF THE WESTERN HIMALAYAS (18--); THREE MONTHS IN THE JUNGLE (18--). Address: Conduit Street. Clubs: The Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the Bagatelle Card Club.
As Game of Shadows has nothing to contradict this information, this may be assumed to be Moran's military and societal record.
(Note: Due to the Cockney Moran speaks in the movie and Doyle's history of him contradicting somewhat, I feel that the disaparity comes from Moran's career in the army, that he adopted the Cockney because the men around mostly spoke it and also because, as a young man, it was a way of rebellion that stuck.)
Personality:
Colonel Sebastian Moran is as loyal as he is bloodthirsty.
He loves to hunt. As a young man, he was a big game hunter, reknown for his skill and bravery in hunting the tigers of India. He hunted other animals, but none were as satisfying as the dangerous and intelligent big cats in the jungle. Nothing tested him like they did. Until he joined the Army. There, he fought men. He clashed with superiors, but he was a good shot, and he learned how much his marksmanship would let him get away with. He made himself invaluable, and, in doing so, earned leeway. When he left the Army, he became a gun for hire under the employment of the Napoleon of Crime-- Professor James Moriarty. Actor, enforcer, and assassin all in one, Colonel Sebastian Moran found his perfect calling.
At first glance, his loyalty seems to extend only to himself. He is keen to keep himself alive and in relative comfort. He has no noticable moral qualms with what it is Moriarty asks him to do, and the death of others who had helped Moriarty and outlived their usefulness does not disconcert him in the slightest. Pushed harder, though, he reveals a strong bond with Professor Moriarty. His loyalty does, at least, extend to that man as well. When a tower is collapsed on the genius, Moran hurries through the rubble to dig him out with his bare hands. Sent away with the orders to kill Holmes, Watson, and their companions, he is more animal than human in his growl and speed to carry out those orders. He is not merely obeying, he considers it personal. He is furious about the harm, relatively little though it turns out to be, done to the professor by the fall of the building. Even after Watson shoots him in the stomach, he loads his rifle and fires a shot-- killing one of the men helping Holmes and Watson.
He is an intelligent man, for Moriarty would not suffer a fool as his confidante, personal assistant, and chief of staff. He is not the genius his employer is, but he learns quickly and is very quick in action and thought, knowing how to handle combat after years of clashing with man and beast.
He is ruthless and has a love of the kill. The taking of a human life (or of many) seems to have no effect on him. Whether he is shooting a respected businessman, helping orchestrate the murder of a young woman, gunning down a factory guard who is blocking his shot, or killing someone aiding his prey's escape, Moran is utterly callous toward death. (The only exception, as mentioned above, is when it seems Professor Moriarty might be injured.)
Strengths:
Sebatian Moran is an intelligent, resourceful, former-military marksman.
While he is not anywhere near the brilliance of his employer (one Professor James Moriarty), Moran shows himself to have a cunning mind. He has learned Moriarty's cipher and committed it to memory. He is able to conduct business and write down his dealings in the code to pass on to Moriarty, as he does in Paris. Like the criminal genius he works for, Moran can effectively blend into the background. Moriarty may be a notable professor, but few see him as more than that. Moran easily slips into a crowd, drawing no attention to himself despite committing two murders in two crowds-- one on a busy London street and one in the middle of a peace conference in Reichenbach.
Moran wears his military history about him. He is well-versed in weapons usage, and he understands new guns quickly. He can use standard rifles easily, and he has a custom-made, nearly silent, air-powered rifle. His walking stick has air-powered rifle mechanics built into it as well, designed to shoot poisoned darts rather than bullets. He explains to Holmes how to use the self-repeating pistol developed by Meinhardt. a German weapons expert. Moran also displays apt leadership of Moriarty's lackeys, likely because of his experience as a colonel commanding a battalion.
Most remarkable about Moran, though is his ability to shoot. with his custom rifle, he easily makes a shot from six hundred and fifty yards away, despite a moderate wind. He is also able to determine the best shot from the same distance with only minimal observation. Moran shows a high tolerance from pain, no doubt at least partially from his days in war. he is shot int he stomach by Watson and knocked back, but he forces himself back up to make a shot at a fleeing enemy, killing the man. A week later he is on his feet and still assisting Moriarty.
His loyalty to Moriarty drives much of what Moran does. He serves as assassin and messenger in England and openly accompanies the professor on his lecture tour, continuing his tasks of taking care of any business Moriarty requires of him, like the assassination of Meinhardt to gain control of his arms factory. When a stone watchtower collapses on the building Moriarty was in, Moran digs through the rubble to find Moriarty. When he is ordered to go after the fleeing Holmes, Moran obeys instantly and continues even once injured.
Weaknesses:
Other than being completely human, Sebastian Moran's greatest weakness is his loyalty to James Moriarty. He commits heinous crimes on the professor's say so and shows no hesitation or remorse, even when his own life is put at risk. He sustains a serious injury by following Moriarty's orders but does not hesitate to continue assisting him.
Moran also shows arrogance. While he is humble in comparison to Moriarty, he knows he has few rivals in weaponry and marksmanship, and he prides himself on his skills. being chief of staff to the Napoleon of Crime lends itself to a similar impression of invulnerability. He knows how to be subtle, not drawing attention to himself, but his tendency to hunt his prey in crowded places suggests a daring, perhaps over-confident side.
Moran is by no means a genius, and he is a man of his time. His knowledge is vast in limited areas (particularly in military, politic, and geographic matters with a healthy dose of societal conventions and gambling), but it is highly constained by the mindset and limitations of the Victorian era.
Samples
First Person:
[The voice is easy, toned with a natural-sounding Cockney accent.]
Can't say I'm too sure about trustin' this book. Talkin' t' it seems awful strange. Seems what people 'round here do often enough, so guess I'll just have t' get used t' it.
Easy enough t' use, seems.
Not much t' complain 'bout, all things considered proper. Quiet place, good food for nothin', place t' stay. More than I could get most places.
Don't suppose anythin' around here needs doin'? Happy t' offer my help; gives me somethin' t' do.
[A few hours later, Moran's back at the journal, neatly penning a short note for the general population.]
One thing I would like to have is a rifle. You can blame too many years of military service-- I only feel safe when I know I'e got my gun nearby. If anyone comes across a rifle with brass components, I'd appreciate getting it back. That's just if anyone sees it, though. I'll take any good rifle someone can offer.
Third Person:
"Hullo there." The words left the sniper in a low mutter.
Colonel Sebastian Moran shifted at his post as he watched three large members of the Third Party trek through the forest. They were trying to be quiet; he saw the effort clearly. However, they were all soldiers. Not one real hunter among them. Twigs snapped under their feet, the brush rustled around them Still, all things considered, the camp might not hear them coming. It could be dismissed as animal noises for someone less acquainted with such things.
That was the reason for his position.
He was the first line of defence. Secreted in the forest, armed with his custom rifle, calling on every instinct of hunter and marksman combined. For three hours, he had stirred only to take a mouthful of water from the canteen he had. Three hours was nothing to wait. There had been engagements in the war where he had sat for three days without his quarry ever coming into his sight.
Moran smirked as he tracked the enemy group's steady progress. Two lackeys and their leader. Simple. "Been waitin' for ya."
He wouldn't be heard. Years of experience had taught him precisely how loud he could be without alerting his prey. A sniper's task was a solitary one so Moran had learned to talk to himself. Never loud enough to give his location away, and never enough to provide an audible trail if he was heard. Besides, this band was too focused. The trio knew the way to the camp, probably saw the smoke from the fire. But, well, that was what his allies wanted: to give him an easy shot.
"Little closer." He watched the leader through the scope of his rifle. "Bit more. Just. One. More. Step."
As soon as he said the last word, the former colonel pulled the trigger. The bullet fired from the sleek gun he held, barely making a sound. The Third Party soldiers, certainly, had no warning until their leader fell back with a hole between his eyes. Moran smirked It might not warn those at camp, but it took out the greatest current threat.
"Gotcha."
Name: Lynn
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sepiaepiphanyE-mail: dreamsofharlequin@gmail.com
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Current Characters at Luceti:
Horatio Hornblower -
captainhornblowerJonathan Hollom -
awhitecrowSherlock Holmes -
notquiteheartlessCharacter
Name: Colonel Sebastian Moran
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Time Period: post-movie
Wing Color: Dun
History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes:_A_Game_of_Shadows#Plot
From Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventure of the Empty House (the story which features Moran):
MORAN, SEBASTIAN, COLONEL. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bangalore Pioneers. Born London, 18--. Son of Sir Augustus Moran, C. B., once British Minister to Persia. Educated Eton and Oxford. Served in Jowaki Campaign, Afghan Campaign, Charasiab (despatches), Sherpur, and Cabul. Author of HEAVY GAME OF THE WESTERN HIMALAYAS (18--); THREE MONTHS IN THE JUNGLE (18--). Address: Conduit Street. Clubs: The Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the Bagatelle Card Club.
As Game of Shadows has nothing to contradict this information, this may be assumed to be Moran's military and societal record.
(Note: Due to the Cockney Moran speaks in the movie and Doyle's history of him contradicting somewhat, I feel that the disaparity comes from Moran's career in the army, that he adopted the Cockney because the men around mostly spoke it and also because, as a young man, it was a way of rebellion that stuck.)
Personality:
Colonel Sebastian Moran is as loyal as he is bloodthirsty.
He loves to hunt. As a young man, he was a big game hunter, reknown for his skill and bravery in hunting the tigers of India. He hunted other animals, but none were as satisfying as the dangerous and intelligent big cats in the jungle. Nothing tested him like they did. Until he joined the Army. There, he fought men. He clashed with superiors, but he was a good shot, and he learned how much his marksmanship would let him get away with. He made himself invaluable, and, in doing so, earned leeway. When he left the Army, he became a gun for hire under the employment of the Napoleon of Crime-- Professor James Moriarty. Actor, enforcer, and assassin all in one, Colonel Sebastian Moran found his perfect calling.
At first glance, his loyalty seems to extend only to himself. He is keen to keep himself alive and in relative comfort. He has no noticable moral qualms with what it is Moriarty asks him to do, and the death of others who had helped Moriarty and outlived their usefulness does not disconcert him in the slightest. Pushed harder, though, he reveals a strong bond with Professor Moriarty. His loyalty does, at least, extend to that man as well. When a tower is collapsed on the genius, Moran hurries through the rubble to dig him out with his bare hands. Sent away with the orders to kill Holmes, Watson, and their companions, he is more animal than human in his growl and speed to carry out those orders. He is not merely obeying, he considers it personal. He is furious about the harm, relatively little though it turns out to be, done to the professor by the fall of the building. Even after Watson shoots him in the stomach, he loads his rifle and fires a shot-- killing one of the men helping Holmes and Watson.
He is an intelligent man, for Moriarty would not suffer a fool as his confidante, personal assistant, and chief of staff. He is not the genius his employer is, but he learns quickly and is very quick in action and thought, knowing how to handle combat after years of clashing with man and beast.
He is ruthless and has a love of the kill. The taking of a human life (or of many) seems to have no effect on him. Whether he is shooting a respected businessman, helping orchestrate the murder of a young woman, gunning down a factory guard who is blocking his shot, or killing someone aiding his prey's escape, Moran is utterly callous toward death. (The only exception, as mentioned above, is when it seems Professor Moriarty might be injured.)
Strengths:
Sebatian Moran is an intelligent, resourceful, former-military marksman.
While he is not anywhere near the brilliance of his employer (one Professor James Moriarty), Moran shows himself to have a cunning mind. He has learned Moriarty's cipher and committed it to memory. He is able to conduct business and write down his dealings in the code to pass on to Moriarty, as he does in Paris. Like the criminal genius he works for, Moran can effectively blend into the background. Moriarty may be a notable professor, but few see him as more than that. Moran easily slips into a crowd, drawing no attention to himself despite committing two murders in two crowds-- one on a busy London street and one in the middle of a peace conference in Reichenbach.
Moran wears his military history about him. He is well-versed in weapons usage, and he understands new guns quickly. He can use standard rifles easily, and he has a custom-made, nearly silent, air-powered rifle. His walking stick has air-powered rifle mechanics built into it as well, designed to shoot poisoned darts rather than bullets. He explains to Holmes how to use the self-repeating pistol developed by Meinhardt. a German weapons expert. Moran also displays apt leadership of Moriarty's lackeys, likely because of his experience as a colonel commanding a battalion.
Most remarkable about Moran, though is his ability to shoot. with his custom rifle, he easily makes a shot from six hundred and fifty yards away, despite a moderate wind. He is also able to determine the best shot from the same distance with only minimal observation. Moran shows a high tolerance from pain, no doubt at least partially from his days in war. he is shot int he stomach by Watson and knocked back, but he forces himself back up to make a shot at a fleeing enemy, killing the man. A week later he is on his feet and still assisting Moriarty.
His loyalty to Moriarty drives much of what Moran does. He serves as assassin and messenger in England and openly accompanies the professor on his lecture tour, continuing his tasks of taking care of any business Moriarty requires of him, like the assassination of Meinhardt to gain control of his arms factory. When a stone watchtower collapses on the building Moriarty was in, Moran digs through the rubble to find Moriarty. When he is ordered to go after the fleeing Holmes, Moran obeys instantly and continues even once injured.
Weaknesses:
Other than being completely human, Sebastian Moran's greatest weakness is his loyalty to James Moriarty. He commits heinous crimes on the professor's say so and shows no hesitation or remorse, even when his own life is put at risk. He sustains a serious injury by following Moriarty's orders but does not hesitate to continue assisting him.
Moran also shows arrogance. While he is humble in comparison to Moriarty, he knows he has few rivals in weaponry and marksmanship, and he prides himself on his skills. being chief of staff to the Napoleon of Crime lends itself to a similar impression of invulnerability. He knows how to be subtle, not drawing attention to himself, but his tendency to hunt his prey in crowded places suggests a daring, perhaps over-confident side.
Moran is by no means a genius, and he is a man of his time. His knowledge is vast in limited areas (particularly in military, politic, and geographic matters with a healthy dose of societal conventions and gambling), but it is highly constained by the mindset and limitations of the Victorian era.
Samples
First Person:
[The voice is easy, toned with a natural-sounding Cockney accent.]
Can't say I'm too sure about trustin' this book. Talkin' t' it seems awful strange. Seems what people 'round here do often enough, so guess I'll just have t' get used t' it.
Easy enough t' use, seems.
Not much t' complain 'bout, all things considered proper. Quiet place, good food for nothin', place t' stay. More than I could get most places.
Don't suppose anythin' around here needs doin'? Happy t' offer my help; gives me somethin' t' do.
[A few hours later, Moran's back at the journal, neatly penning a short note for the general population.]
One thing I would like to have is a rifle. You can blame too many years of military service-- I only feel safe when I know I'e got my gun nearby. If anyone comes across a rifle with brass components, I'd appreciate getting it back. That's just if anyone sees it, though. I'll take any good rifle someone can offer.
Third Person:
"Hullo there." The words left the sniper in a low mutter.
Colonel Sebastian Moran shifted at his post as he watched three large members of the Third Party trek through the forest. They were trying to be quiet; he saw the effort clearly. However, they were all soldiers. Not one real hunter among them. Twigs snapped under their feet, the brush rustled around them Still, all things considered, the camp might not hear them coming. It could be dismissed as animal noises for someone less acquainted with such things.
That was the reason for his position.
He was the first line of defence. Secreted in the forest, armed with his custom rifle, calling on every instinct of hunter and marksman combined. For three hours, he had stirred only to take a mouthful of water from the canteen he had. Three hours was nothing to wait. There had been engagements in the war where he had sat for three days without his quarry ever coming into his sight.
Moran smirked as he tracked the enemy group's steady progress. Two lackeys and their leader. Simple. "Been waitin' for ya."
He wouldn't be heard. Years of experience had taught him precisely how loud he could be without alerting his prey. A sniper's task was a solitary one so Moran had learned to talk to himself. Never loud enough to give his location away, and never enough to provide an audible trail if he was heard. Besides, this band was too focused. The trio knew the way to the camp, probably saw the smoke from the fire. But, well, that was what his allies wanted: to give him an easy shot.
"Little closer." He watched the leader through the scope of his rifle. "Bit more. Just. One. More. Step."
As soon as he said the last word, the former colonel pulled the trigger. The bullet fired from the sleek gun he held, barely making a sound. The Third Party soldiers, certainly, had no warning until their leader fell back with a hole between his eyes. Moran smirked It might not warn those at camp, but it took out the greatest current threat.
"Gotcha."
