Full Name: Ian Blackwood
Nicknames/Titles: The False Youth, The Greatest Bard in all of the lands(Self-given),
Occupation: Bard, Jack of all trades, Purveyor of beautiful women
Birthday: September 15th
Height: 5'11
Weight: 162lbs
Race: Divineborn Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: He looks like he's around 21 years of old, but he's easily 5 times that, having happened upon a cursed artifact in his youth that have frozen him in his years, along with another unfortunate side effect
Sexuality: Straight, though he may act other ways to get out of an unfortunate situation
Place of Birth: Jasi
Biography: Born to a poor man living in the slums of the great cities of Jasi, a technological and arcane wonder even a century in the past, Ian wanted for very little in life, despite his upbringing. A free spirit with a charming nature about him, he had always had an interest in the fairer sex, ever the gentlemen when faced with women of all sorts, and in the times of his adolescents, he was quick to work his ways ointo the bedchambers of many a lovesick girl, and chased by many an angry father. However, he never simply left them after he had got what he wanted, stopping by from time to time to talk, to have more fun, and even give gifts when he had the money to, even at the cost of his own comfort at times. This earned him the nick name of "The Heart-breaker with a Heart of Gold" amongst the poor, and before long, news of his skills of seduction reached the ears of a certain noblewoman. Seeing an opportunity, she had the boy brought to her and offered him a job: Charm his way into the home of a local mage, gain her trust, then steal a certain artifact and return it to her. Ian was hesitant at first, explaining to the woman that he didn't wish to court a woman he didn't love, for in his own way, he did love everyone of his partners. The noblewoman insisted rather forcefully, hinting to what would happen to his lovers if he didn't do as she asked. With know choice in the matter, he agreed, suited up to look more like a nobleman than a street urchin, then sent to the home of the woman he was to trick.
Her name was Alexia, and to say that she was a shut-in recluse was an understatment, as she looked as if she hadn't left her laboratory in years, and seemed rather unhappy at the thought of recieving an apprentice(as was the the cover given to him) but it was something she had been ordered to do by the university, lest she lose her funding, so it was to be done. She was of a mature age, a solid 28 to Ian's own 17, so it was obvious that the seduction was off to a rough start. He was a child to her, a fact she often brought up as she set to teaching him the tricks of her trade, and at first, ti seemed like it would be this way forever. However, one day, Ian managed to happen upon his target in a tender moment of vulnerability. She had just lost one of her few close friends, and was drowning her sorrows in alcohol, contemplating her own mortality with a depressive state of mind. In this instant, Ian comforted her, not out of an attempt to charm her, but because his nature couldn't allow him to leave a person,. let alone a woman, in such a state of depression. he held her close, whispered consoling words, and when she finally accepted his calming presence, the two fell asleep in each others arms that night. The next morning was the beginning of their budgeoning relationship, as the woman began to open up more and more to him, and Ian himself began to see something deeper in her. He felt a connection with Alexia deeper than he had with any other girl he had met, something that made him feel an intense desire to keep her, protect her from all that would hurt her, no matter the cost. This passion burned through him, urging him to take his studies seriously, learning the basics of many forms of magic under her astute teachings, as well as beginning his musical career as well once it was discovered that he had quite the talent for melodies one day. And so it continued for four years, the two drawing closer and closer, coming to know and accept everything about the other, and coming to truly care for each other. In fact, it was after their first intimate night that Ian broke his silence, unable to lie to Alexia any more, only to find himself embraced against her, forgiven before he had even had the chance to confess. It was the happiest day of his life, to have this burden lifted, but sadly, the following day would be filled with nothing but despair.
The noblewoman, having grown tired of waiting, had arrived the day after with a contingent of her own personal guard, holding four of Ian's other paramours in tow, the threat unspoken yet clear. Without a word of resistance, the two let the group in, and within moments, were subdued as the noblewoman had her court mage draw a magic circle upon the floor of the lab, with off-shooting circles connected to it to hold all of the captured women, including Alexia. Then, the noblewoman had her guards search the lab for the amulet, which was soon found after breaking down a few doors and having Alexia unlock some magical seals. The amulet was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, the golden tint of the metal offset by the delicately dyed feathers the surrounded it like some form of jeweled flower, but upon it was a feeling of dread the permeated everyone who viewed it. As he watched helplessly from the side, he saw as one by one, the throats of all of his lovers was slit, their blood splattering on the ground, excepted instead of spreading out in a widening pool, it instead flowed into the runes on the floor, casting a crimson glow about the room. WIth each one, he felt something deep and ark form in the pit of his stomach, his body seeming to be lit a fire as he it soon came down to Alexia. Before the noblewoman could even get into position, however, a shout came from across the room, ringing with power. One moment in the arms of a guard, the next he was right next to the woman, snatching the blade from her hand and having it bite deep into her chest, her choked gasp, followed by a frenzied shriek as the red ichor the flowed with her came out in a mighty stream, flowing around Ian in a tornado of red. Suddenly, the amulet was around hi sneck, and from the lines of the magic circle came rivulets of blood, climbing it's way over his new glowing shoes and into his very flesh and soul. Dark magic coursed it's way through him, causing him to scream out in pain and terror. His world suddenly went red, his throat suddenly becoming parched and his mind filled with nothing but a despaeate hunger for life.
When he came to his senses, he found himself standing over the savaged bodies of the guards, all of them looking as if they'd been drained and mummified, nothing left int heir bodies but died flesh and bone. Before him, looking up in warm acceptance, lay Alexia, his hand plunged deep into her chest.
"It's okay . . . Ian. . . just . . Live on."
Those were her last words before she past, and Ian couldn't help but feel a pain greater and deeper than anything he had felt before rip it's way through him in the form of a monstrous howl. And so it was that Ian began his new life as a vampire, reborn through blood magic to walk the world, needing only the blood and life force of other living beings to sustain him. for the first years, he hated himself, and wished to end his life, stopping just short out of cowardice and fear of the unknown. However, as years went by, he rembered Alexia's world and decided that he would do that, having had enough brooding on what had happened. He would only sully her memory that way. And so,he sought to learn more about what he was, finding out that he could subsist as a normal human just by living off the blood of animals, losing most of the supernatural powers of his kind by simply forgoing the consumption of human blood. And so, with nothing else to do, he left his homeland to travel the world, honing all of his skills and learning more and more about who he is, focusing on the present instead of the future, for it was unknown, or the past, which was full of only pain. And so he comes to the group as he is, shaped by numerous instances and shaped into th eman you see before you, one who lives to charm and womanizer, but has long since given up on love, so badly has the experience of it hurt him.
Personality:Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
He also has this interestingly frustration view on life, in which the only way for one to be truly miserable is to take it seriously, thus, he chooses to take nothing seriously, not even a little. He either laughs it off, or failing that, simply ignore it and brush the memory off into his subconscious mind. Despite this, there is one thing that will always wipe the smile of his face, and that will be drawing any kind of attention towards the strange medallion he wears around his neck, but it's very rare that he tells someone the story behind it, though it's obvious it's a subject of great pain and regret.
Likes:Chocolate, Making friends, playing pranks, Beautiful women, Sex, Pissing certain kinds of people off, having a good time, Music, entertaining a crowd
Dislikes: People who can't have fun, Violence, muscleheads, Cruelty, Spiders, Being held against his will for any reason, and forks
Skills/Strengths: He is rather flexible and dexterous, a skilled practioner of sleight of hand tricks and a bit of a pick-pocket if the situation calls for it. Also has some skill in various schools of magic, from Aeromancy to necromancy, he's learned a bit of everything in his long years roaming the lands, but only the basics really for most of it, and barely touching on intermediate in matters of illusion and healing, which are the closest things he has in regards to arcane specialties. He also knows his way around many forms of weaponry, but one would not say he's particularly skilled. In fact, most would say he's barely competent with any of the usual martial weapons, such as a sword, a bow, even the humble mace, which is little more than a glorified club.
Where Ian truly shines, however, is in his charisma, the sheer force of will he exudes tending to be a bit to much for most people, as he simply never gets phase by anything, not visibly at least. His poker face is one of the best out there, as one would expect from a man who is said to have once stared down a bear with naught but a smile on his face. The stories leave out that he ran like a little bitch as soon as the bear was even the tiniest bit distracted, but hey, he's not in a rush to amend that part of the story. Ian's true talent is not with instruments of war, but those of love, passion, and creativity. From the lute to the harp to the drums, he has a near godly skill with music, so much so that he seems to strike a chord in those who hear his music, causing strange things to occur within their soul. It's said his music can heal the sick, give sight to the blind, and give a man the strength of ten in battle and the vigor of twenty in the brothel house. If asked, Ian would say they're all exaggerated accounts, but not without some hints of truth to them.
In truth, his musical talents are part of his heritage as the child of Yumio, Divine of Freedom. His energy is that of radiance, and he channels this through his song and instruments in order to enact certain characteristics in people, to make them better than they were before, if only by a modest amount. It took him quite a while to master his skills to this degree, and he certain he's only scratched the surface of it.
Another ability he possess is his familiar, a Spirit that feeds on fear and despair that takes the shape of a dragon when summoned into our world through the tattoos that cover Ian right side, spreading out ward from his chest and over his arm, the thick, flowing black lines stopping just before reaching his wrist. This spirit is not evil of malicious in nature, and doesn't strive to cause fear or despair, but is drawn to people that are plagued by it and seeks to both sustain it's being and ease the worries of others, binding itself to Ian because he seems to have a knack for finding such individuals. It can's speak, and it's presence on a battlefield is limited towards pushing over opponents and looking frightening, he's unable to truly interact with physical objects besides knocking them over, but he looks terrifying, and Ian tends to play that up to end most confrontations in his favor.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Simply put, he's not a fighter, is never going to be a fighter, and is likely to run to the edge of any battlefield in an attempt to avoid the fighting while not appearing as craven as he truly is. He also tends to get easily fooled by members of the opposite sex, easily falling into the most obvious of ploys when a beautiful woman is placed in front of him and giving him the proper attention. Is also rather lazy at times, nearly recoiling at the idea of doing any kind of physical labor as if he was deathly allergic to the very notion of it.
Weapons/Equipment: He travels with a weeks rations at all times, he small dagger placed near the small of his back, as well as a pistol he purchased from a Jasian for intimidation purposes mostly, as he has no munitions for it. He carries a lute at his side, always, along with his travel pack that hangs somewhat loosely from his shoulders most of the time. Upon his feet, however, are the strangest looking shoes one has ever witnessed, seeming to be made of light turned into thread, as the fabric is luminous as if it were the low flames of a small fire, and feel as smooth and soft of a cool summer's breeze upon feeling them. This is his Creation, a versatile artifact that allows him to do several things. First, and most importantly, is that they give him a sort of 'spontaneous movement', enabling him to near-instantly move from one spot to another, anywhere within a radius of about 10 meters at most, though this often is followed by a small bit of fatigue and an inability to use the ability again for 5 seconds before he can do it again. aside from that, he canuse it as much as he wants with no other consequences. The second ability is that it allows him to walk on air simply by thinking about it. However, the moment he stops thinking about it, he'll fall out of the sky, and they also come with a delay between uses, this time being 15 seconds. The final ability they grant is that his paces eat up more ground than normal, making it seem as if he's faster than most people, when in actuality, he's semi-teleporting ahead of them as the space between him and his destination is shortened. He can increase the effect, making it drastically stronger for about a minute, but after that, he'll be struck by intense fatigue and hunger as his body struggles to deal with the sudden loss of energy, and he'll likely faint after a minute of two.
Appearance:
Ian is usually dressed in the patched garb of a motley man, a colorfully garish assortment of different fabrics that assault the eyes with their varied hues and patterns. His hair is long, reaching down to the small of his back even when tied into a ponytail, as he usual does. His one good eye is a rather bright shade of sky blue, full of the promise of freedom and excitement, matching well with the golden sheen of his hair, died near the ends with bits of orange hue, as well as few greens, blues, and reds in order to give it more color and variety. He wishes to get some purple dye one day, but he's yet to be able to afford such an expensive color, a fact that annoys him greatly. His other eye, or rather the socket that used to contain his other eye, is thankfully covered by a suprising plain black eyep[atch. The story behind the loss of the ocular organ is something he has never told anyone, but some believe it has something to do with his almost comically powerful fear of forks, since the mere sight of the cursed utensils cause him to absent-mindedly cover his eye and twinge in phantom pain.
Theme Songs: A fun little extra I always like to include.
Other: For all intents and purposes, as long as he doesn't consume human blood, he is not a vampire by any means besides his eternal youth and inability to get sick, and is similarly unaffected by the normal weaknesses of this race of undead. However, of he is ever driven to a situation where he must drink blood, either by hunger or need for it's power, then he'll gain a variety of abilities and weakness to match, which will
Inspirations:Ian's been a character I've had for a while, and I figured now was a good time to repraise him. He won't be as perverted in this incarnation as others, but expect him to hit on every female in the group. And yes, that includes Vesta and should be massively entertaining to right when it happens.
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