Colonel Sebastian Moran- the right-hand man of one criminal mastermind Professor James Moriarty, and the second most dangerous man in London after his infamous employer.

Moran is- or was- the most skilled marksman in the British Army, before he was dishonorably discharged. There are only a handful of men on the face of the continent able to shoot as well as he. As well as being an unnaturally skilled shot, he is a devoted sportsman and big-game hunter, and has notoriously tangled with tigers by himself in India- an predator that rather aptly describes the man himself. He authored two books, and his feats are still legendary in India, where his record 'bag of tigers' still goes unmatched. Although his outwards appearance was that of a respectable London gentleman and honorable military veteran, he gained a reputation in the evil underworld and was recruited by James Moriarty, serving as his 'chief of staff' of his criminal empire as well as his personal assassin for jobs that required his peculiar skill with a rifle.

The man is, as one Chaldean staff member puts it, a 'stone-cold badass'. He has a nerve of iron, and is vehemently loyal to both Professor Moriarty and his Master- but silently still puts Moriarty above all. He lives for danger, and the thrill that comes with 'kill or be killed' situations. Moran is also extremely easy and obvious to read- smiling 'like an idiot' when happy, and 'frowning like thunder' when angry. He does rather enjoy killing people, and happens to have a roulette wheel for a moral compass- which, paired together, is what led to his leave from the military as he's practically a walking example of the 'Colonel Kilgore' trope. The more challenging the kill, the more enjoyment he gets out of it. Despite his debauchery and violence and thirst for adrenaline, the Colonel is still an educated man who is not entirely without morals- and he has no illusions of how he's a right bastard.

The man you'd most want to have your back, yet a man you'd never turn your back to.

Passives
Presence Concealment A++, Independent Action A, Veteran B+

Crack Shot
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[Apply Sure Hit (3 turns). Increase Critical Strength (3 turns)]

Big Game of the Himalayas
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[Apply [Beast] Special Attack Bonus (3 turns) and Guts (1 time). Gain Critical Stars]

Chief of Staff
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[Increase ATK and Critical Star Drop Rate for all allies. Increase NP Gauge for all [Evil] allies]

Bebr der Khanh Khali: The Tiger in the Empty House
An exceedingly dangerous single-target Noble Phantasm that accentuates Sebastian Moran's uncanny and ummatched sharpshooting skill. The bullet shot is, unlike others, a specially-made expanding revolver bullet which makes Moran unable to be likely linked to the kill. Much like a ghost or a tiger stalking its prey, he is completely silent in his attack, and the target can never see him coming before they're already dead- and just as quickly he is gone, seemingly disappearing into thin air without a trace.

No matter the conditions or distance, as long as Moran can see his target in some way- whether by the naked eye or through his scope- his shot is guranteed to hit its mark with deadly accuracy.

[Apply Invunerability Pierce (1 turn). Deal heavy DEF-ignoring damage to a single enemy. Apply Evasion (1 turn)]

He handed over the book, and I read: “MORAN, SEBASTIAN, COLONEL. Unemployed. Formerly 1st Bengalore Pioneers. Born London, 1840. 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,’ 1881; ‘Three Months in the Jungle,’ 1884. Address: Conduit Street. Clubs: The Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the Bagatelle Card Club.”

On the margin was written, in Holmes’s precise hand: “The second most dangerous man in London.”

“This is astonishing,” said I, as I handed back the volume. “The man’s career is that of an honourable soldier.”

“It is true,” Holmes answered. “Up to a certain point he did well. He was always a man of iron nerve, and the story is still told in India how he crawled down a drain after a wounded man-eating tiger. There are some trees, Watson, which grow to a certain height and then suddenly develop some unsightly eccentricity. You will see it often in humans. I have a theory that the individual represents in his development the whole procession of his ancestors, and that such a sudden turn to good or evil stands for some strong influence which came into the line of his pedigree. The person becomes, as it were, the epitome of the history of his own family.”

“It is surely rather fanciful.”

“Well, I don’t insist upon it. Whatever the cause, Colonel Moran began to go wrong. Without any open scandal he still made India too hot to hold him. He retired, came to London, and again acquired an evil name. It was at this time that he was sought out by Professor Moriarty, to whom for a time he was chief of the staff. Moriarty supplied him liberally with money and used him only in one or two very high-class jobs which no ordinary criminal could have undertaken. You may have some recollection of the death of Mrs. Stewart, of Lauder, in 1887. Not? Well, I am sure Moran was at the bottom of it; but nothing could be proved. So cleverly was the Colonel concealed that even when the Moriarty gang was broken up we could not incriminate him. You remember at that date, when I called upon you in your rooms, how I put up the shutters for fear of air-guns? No doubt you thought me fanciful. I knew exactly what I was doing, for I knew of the existence of this remarkable gun, and I knew also that one of the best shots in the world would be behind it. When we were in Switzerland he followed us with Moriarty, and it was undoubtedly he who gave me that evil five minutes on the Reichenbach ledge.

Such is what one Doctor John Hammish Watson wrote of him 'The Adventure of the Empty House',

"Someone shot him. Oops, it might have been me." (The Hound of the D'ubervilles)

"Ask anyone who knew me in the army, and you'll hear the same things about Basher: tiger in the field, bounder in the mess; a good man to have your back, but a bad man to show your back to; trust him with a fight, but not your sister, your wallet, or a deck of cards." (The Hound of the D'ubervilles)

"“I have not introduced you yet,” said Holmes. “This, gentlemen, is Colonel Sebastian Moran, once of Her Majesty’s Indian Army, and the best heavy game shot that our Eastern Empire has ever produced. I believe I am correct, Colonel, in saying that your bag of tigers still remains unrivalled?” The fierce man said nothing, but still glared at my companion; with his savage eyes and bristling moustache he was wonderfully like a tiger himself." (The Adventure of the Empty House)

"It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil. But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature’s plainest danger-signals." (The Adventure of the Empty House)

"Professionals have standards: Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet." (Sniper, Team Fortress 2)

"There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." (Ernest Hemingway)

"The tiger will see you a hundred times before you see him once." (John Valiant)