🇨🇵 ° • | Armand-Henri Lefranc / (oc G&b) | ⚜️

Armand first appeared in San Sebastián, barely escaping the ruined city. During his journey, he joined forces with several Britons, three of whom stood out. One was named Arthur Mitchell, a 29-year-old man with experience as a child soldier. He stands 1.71 meters tall. He has an X-shaped scar on his left cheek and another scar below his right eye. He has a beard that connects to his hair with sideburns. His hair is layered and styled in a fluffy fashion, swept to the left with a more angled part to the right. His attire is based on the 19th-century British uniform, like the other fighters. He carries a saber and a musket, which he uses to defend himself and his group from the undead. He also wears a ring on his right index finger, as he is married to John William Baker, whom Armand intentionally infected when he locked him in a room with a viral runner. Then there are the Bakers, where John was killed more indirectly, by putting one of his companions in danger so that John would help him, and in that moment a horde would end up eating him alive. All this while Alfred, a bard and the last one left alive, pretends to be normal so that he is secretly plotting Lefranc's death from afar. Currently, both are in Hougoumont, Lefranc's final destination before his death at Alfred's hands. (This entire story is based on the game Guts and Blackpowder)

He didn't seem to have a good attitude; he mostly spent his time arguing with the British who claimed to be "comrades," which didn't go well, or he'd deliberately provoke internal fights. Besides that... he indirectly killed every British soldier, either with lies or with the undead themselves. He carries a musket, a heavy saber, and some Morotov bottles, which he usually uses in case of emergency or simply... for the sheer pleasure of hunting. As for his personality, he's patient and venomous. He firmly believes that war isn't won with bravery, but with moral attrition. For him, killing directly is crude; he prefers to turn the enemy into their own executioner. He sees soldiers—ally or enemy—as disposable resources. If they die, it's because they were weak. If they survive, it's because they learned. Extremely calculating. He justifies every atrocity as "necessary." He has a deep contempt for the British, whom he considers hypocritical and arrogant. He believes true discipline stems from fear, not respect. He is extremely calculating. He justifies every atrocity as “necessary.” He believes true discipline stems from fear, not respect. He enjoys indirect violence: strategic lies, orders misinterpreted “by mistake,” incomplete information. He uses the undead as psychological weapons rather than physical ones. Molotov cocktails are not just tactical: he uses them to hunt, to observe how panic spreads. He deliberately provokes internal conflicts to identify weak leaders. He slowly pushes the British into error, isolation, and paranoia. With the French, he is distant, never close. Closeness creates loyalty; loyalty clouds judgment.