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[b][color=fdc68a]Ives Sevinsys Last . 18 . Male[/color][/b]
House Phantasma . A2 . Hellion

[color=fdc68a][i]The one that could do well to get a little more sun on his skin[/i][/color][/center]

[b][color=fdc68a]Appearance/Attire |[/color] [/b]
Ives's dark hair, cool toned pale skin, and cold gaze have groomed him to be the receiver of comments comparing him to some of the beings that he summons to his side. These comments generally go unheard, or perhaps he just doesn't care, as his appearance is always as uniform and sharp as it was the day before. His jet black hair is always pushed back and away from his face save for a few loose strands, and his cold blue eyes are framed by glasses he'd be blind as a bat without.

Ives' taste in clothing is inflexible, but simple. Most days he wears collared button down shirts, monochrome or jewel toned, with a pair of black jeans and black midcalf army style boots. Polo shirts for warmer weather, V-necks and looser fit pants for strenuous activities.

[b][color=fdc68a]Personality |[/color] [/b]
Ives is nothing if not prickly. He carries himself in a very collected and sophisticated manner, and moves as if every motion is carefully choreographed in his head. His constant composure is more so false than it is truth, serving mostly to create a barrier between him and the outer world, as if seeming untouchable would therefore make him so. He has a tendency to be laconic, preferring action over tossing words about like trash. This can lead to him coming off as abrasive or brusque, despite most times not his intention. He has an enigmatic, melancholy aura to him, as if the world weighs on his shoulders.

Ives is incredibly intelligent and enjoys learning, his current goal is to become a master summoner and prove all the people who doubted him wrong. He's incredibly ambitious and competitive, and has a proneness to throw himself into his learning and studying for hours on end. He's very observant, but can get obsessive over straying from perfection, or menial details. His leadership, persuasion, and decision making skills are efficient.

Ives isn't a completely unpleasant person, his empathic capacity is immense, but he can struggle to comfort others and his difficulty expressing intense emotion can make it difficult for others to feel connected to him. Ives tends to put off his emotional problems, opting to pretend they don't exist. He genuinely does enjoy the company of others, but his energy is drained quickly by intense or stressful situations.

His friends enjoy a more luxurious side of him. Unable to properly verbalize his feelings (especially of endearment), his affection could almost be overlooked if not for the complete reversal of his behavior. Ives becomes more talkative and shares the fleeting thoughts in his head, as he is more willing to invest time in the people he cares about, even if he isn't one for many words. His demeanor becomes considerably less cold and harsh. He's almost comparable to a 'mom-friend' with how much more gentle, attentive, and intensely protective he becomes. While still very guarded about his more personal self, he will let his friends in more so than acquaintances.

[color=fdc68a][b]Habits/Hobbies |[/b][/color]
Ives finds organizing his thoughts into lists therapeutic and mind clearing. he always carries his leather notebook with him, but doesn't like others to touch it. While most of them are things he needs to do or remember, some of them are more mundane, like songs he enjoys or books he wants to read. 

Ives also enjoys arts and the contrast that they bring to his intense academic schedule. He loves to draw and paint, and his room is filled with sketchbooks and canvases. He enjoys spending time in public places sketching people and their summons, or painting landscapes. He likes to paint vanitas.

Ives is passionate about dance, and often spends his free periods in a private classroom dancing if he isn't practicing summoning or combat, or studying. He wouldn't be caught dead dancing, mostly because it would make him too self-conscious to be caught in such a personal and vulnerable moment.

Ives has a soft spot for animals, especially household pet type creatures. He was never allowed to have a pet while growing up. His dorm room is often filled with harmless creatures lounging about. He enjoys their simple company.

Little seems to break his composure, except for comments on or comparisons to his family. Oh, and bugs. Ives is deathly terrified of bugs. If you ever forget what a screaming six year old girl sounds like, Ives can definitely remind you.

[b][color=fdc68a]Background |[/color] [/b]
Ives' coldness and inability to properly express himself stems from constant stress and a lack of familial emotional connection in his childhood. His father was the type to never be satisfied with what he had. To him, a middle class family with a young son to raise and a loving wife was not enough for him, so ran off with his assistant when Ives was barely five. Ives' mother abandoned all sense of duty, heartbroken and betrayed by the man that had promised her the world when she had just barely grown out of her teens. In hopes of never working another day in her life, she remarried into a rich family for the money and comfort, and so followed Ives' seven other siblings and his stretch of time in a rich household.

Due to the age difference in his half siblings and being of a more shameful family member, Ives lacked close personal connections with people his family. He was often left to himself, as being the eldest child by a couple of years made him more independent than his siblings. His mother did little to hide her resent for him as he grew to be the spitting image of his father. She enrolled Ives into an expensive boarding academy for him to learn invoking, and for a couple of years Ives found stability in throwing himself into summoning. As far as he was concerned, that was the only thing that he could control.

Surrounded by people he saw as potential friends, Ives made some poor judgements of character. The people he saw as trustworthy were only children conditioned by the rich society they lived in to fight tooth and nail to get to the top. Ives was too naive to realize that giving any of the students a reason to tear him apart would lead to exactly that. When word of Ives' father's identity got out, the bullying he experienced was ruthless. Tired of hearing how his mother gave him up because she hated him, or that he'd never amount to enough, Ives picked a fight with several other students and was nearly kicked out of the academy. The good thing with money, though, was that it could buy almost anything, including leaving certain details off Ives' school record. Ives was pulled out of the academy by his family anyways, but his stepfather's shiny reputation was intact.

Ives has been sent to L'Mordryn on the threat that this is his last chance to be given the opportunity to learn summoning, and any step out of line will end his summoning dreams in a matter of moments.

[b][color=fdc68a]Favorite Summons |[/color] [/b]


[hider=Skeleton Army]
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Ives is able to summon a handful of heavily armored, combat skilled skeletons for a strong offensive, or dozens of weaker skeletons intended to overwhelm targets. Ives is still working on being able to divide his attention between himself and the armies, but for now can only control the army. This leaves him vulnerable, and loss of concentration leads to the army falling into disarray.
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[hider=Gambino]
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Gambino is a dog made up of bones and shadow matter. His size ranges upon summoning, as most times Ives calls him and allows him to model whatever breed he pleases. If Ives needs him for a certain task, he might designate a breed or form for Gambino. He can't do much that a regular dog can't do, but he has been known to be able to mess with lights in the buildings.
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