The decedent of the Napoleon of Crime

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Name: Professor James Moriarty III

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: James Moriarty III is a tall man, standing at six feet five inches. His skin is white with a well rounded face and cheek bones that don't go too far out of the way. The professor's eyes are blue and his hair is blonde, usually nicely combed back with a beard and mustache that are equally as blonde as he is. James has large shoulders and long arms just as those before him have had, as well as a semi-large build.

Clothing of choice: The professor usually wears a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie as well as black dress shoes due to being a professor at a university; feeling he must give himself a decent image. Though he wears a suit, he usually wears another black jacket over that, regardless of the season.

Weaponry of choice: Moriarty's weapon of choice is the "air-rifle": a unique weapon constructed for the Professor by a blind German mechanic (one Mr. von Herder). It closely resembled a cane, allowing for easy concealment, capable of firing revolver bullets and darts while making very little noise when fired; thus making it ideal for sniping and assassinations. The weapon became infamous for being Moriarty's favorite tool, also having a marked preference for organising "accidents." This was the tool made for the original professor and has been passed down to each James Moriarty and replicated in secret.

A custom made Lugar pistol that uses .45 caliber full metal jacket rounds instead of the standard 9mm bullets with a drum magazine to keep the capacity of ammunition high should he be forced to engage in combat personally himself instead of his men. The Lugar holds nickle plating, thus giving it a shining feeling when revealed.

A easily concealable Welrod pistol from the second world war developed by UK, one of the first suppressed pistols devised. The Welrod is a bolt action, 9mm pistol with a long barrel to keep the firearm as quiet as possible (thus making it known as the "Assassin's pistol" at the time), producing a sound of around 73dB when fired. Each clip holds eight rounds.

Race: Human

Abilities: Well trained martal artist, particularly in boxing like those who came before him but unlike the others, he is a well trained marksman. He holds a high IQ, excelling in mathematical studies but outside of the classroom; a tactical genius and criminal mastermind. His physical capability is above standard, thus giving him a edge on fighting low level vampires head on barehanded. (class F with some effort, Class E at full limit)

Organization: Illuminati (does freelance work outside of the Illuminati)

Personality: Moriarty is a confident man, assuring anyone that should they meddle in his plans, they will risk inevitable destruction. He has full respect for the intellect of others that hold a high status (Example: His superiors, Integra, the Major.), considering it a intellectual treat to grapple with them behind closed doors but is also completely willing to kill them should he oppose him, showing a ruthless side. He has a fiery temper and has a vengeful streak. Despite the vast crime ring over which he presides, Moriarty is fiercely independent. When his men fail to kill a target, he pursues him personally and without aid of an assistant. The professor also considers everyone to be like a playing card or a chess piece; considering nearly everyone to be perfectly expendable. His mindset forces him to carefully observe others around him, in a way reading the kind of person they are and using deductive reasoning and skill to narrow facts about others down to the barebones.

Rank: Tactician/Agent

Biography: James Moriarty the third had been born into a relatively well off family, James had been going to private schools all his life. Stepping forward several years, Moriarty III soon found himself at King-Ridge University, excelling in his classes; most notably mathematics. Just like the previous James Moriarty's before him, he had joined the boxing club and had swiftly made his way to being the champion just like those before him. However, it wasn't until shortly after that he had discovered how he had accumulated the wealth in his possession. The answer drove him to continue the family business, thus slipping him into the criminal underworld. As fate had soon revealed, James Moriarty the first had been part of the Illuminati, as well as his father so it was a natural turn of events of what came next.

He now teaches at King Ridge University, where he graduated from while maintaining his operations in the location of his profession and works on the Illuminati's front on in the United Kingdom; working in secret with his tactical mindset to farther the Illuminati's influence as well as his personal interests. Unlike those before him, James III had trained beyond a standard limit, becoming a exceptional marksman with the Air rifle cane passed down from generations before and well rounded with small firearms; handguns in particular. James III still holds the record at King Ridge University's boxing record and holds a secret blood feud with the one who bested the first Moriarty's relatives. It is likely that their secret conflict won't end until one of the bloodlines is crushed completely.

RP sample: The professor sat at his desk, reading over some tests when a unexpected visitor had entered his room. James Moriarty's eyes shifted faintly upward, his expression hidden by the papers in front of him but by the look in his eyes, he seemed rather unamused and annoyed by the unexpected patron entering his classroom. "There is this invention called a door, it keeps unwanted persons out of ones territory and is usually knocked upon should one request entry into another's domain." The professor spoke bluntly towards the "guest"; whom merely narrowed their eyes slightly to his response. The tall blonde women that had entered his room sat across from him, between the two was a chess board which had been sitting there before the women had entered. "I trust I don't have to introduce myself to you professor." "No, but I do expect you to respect the classroom you were once a student in, Miss Hellsing. I must say that your father was quiet the interesting individual." James III smirked slightly as his hand moved one of the black pieces forward towards the Vampire slaying organization's leader. "Knight to Bishop 3." He spoke calmly, hitting the timer on his desk as the contraption cocked forward towards the women. The two struggled against each other in the match. "I remind you that this is blitz chess Miss Hellsing. A simple miscalculation will cost you the game." And with the final phrase, moving the final piece into possession "Checkmate, Miss Integra."

Later that evening the professor had entered a tall building in London, overlooking the city from the room he was in. A cold, grim expression was on his face as he stared forward at the lit city in the night. The focus of the university teacher was shifted to the door when one of his men had entered the room bloodied before falling forward. In the dim light was a vampire with eyes glowing red. James III merely stared forward, his face lighting up from the flash of lighting as the sound of rain hitting glass filled the room. The undead creature bolted forward and thrusted its hand towards the professor. Naturally, it only thought of him as a defenseless human unable to harm the so-called "Immortal" beast. That was, until, reality kicked in. Moriarty's body shifted its weight to avoid the spear like hand on the blood sucking undead and in a swift movement, snapped the wrist backwards with such force that the bone was sticking out of the flesh. The vampire hissed loudly, throwing a wild haymaker at the boxing champion, a large mistake on its part.

In the professors head, everything was playing out the way he was expecting it to. Of course, with a mind like his, a stupid creature like this surely had a snowballs chance in hell. "Trap arm, target weakness." The teacher twisted the arm of the undead creature with his left hand and pelted his large fist into the temple of the monster before bringing its face down into the corner of the near by table then brought back up; only to be met by his knee and giving the self proclaimed nosferatu a shattered nose. The vampire seemed defenseless this far into the fight, which it truly was thus far. The professor used his mass to his advantage and flipped the creature onto the table its face had the misfortune of meeting closely and slammed his fist into the back of the shoulder to dislocate it and then a sharp elbow to shatter the bone. The beast was now deprived of both arms. "Let's not waste one another's time any farther." Spoke James Moriarty III, throwing the creature against the window and delivered a sharp kick to the chest of the vampire; causing it to break through the glass and fall into the abyss like body of water below. "Checkmate, Nosferatu."

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor_Moriarty

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