| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS |  4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 26, 2015 16:29:59 GMT -5 ♔
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SANIBELLE GREENWOOD && IGNATIUS ORIVIENIggy could be the door to anything she could possibly desire *eyebrowwaggle*. That all seems good but how would she take it if he flirted with her? Oho, tables are turned, didn't see that coming. Would her sensibility be able to handle his uncouth and sometimes indecent ways? Sure, he's capable of some refinement but where's the fun in that? Either way, I'd be down for something less official, as would Iggy.
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 26, 2015 16:16:52 GMT -5 ♔
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RYUNE VALKIRE && IGNATIUS ORIVIENBruh, these two would go hand and hand, though not literally. They're both Red Clan, both fighters and both Disciples of Badassery. Uh, another thing to note is their titles: The Crimson Demon and The Crimson Devil, which I find to be funneh since they're so similar. But yeah, an official meeting should be done. According to our character timelines, Ryu had joined the Red Clan a year before Iggy did, as they are the same age. Just an interesting tidbit.
Thoughts? :U
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 20, 2015 21:17:01 GMT -5 ♔
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wealth
blood
and lust,
oh my!
| Things were rapidly altering within Edmund's Tavern. Ignatius counted himself lucky that he could keep up with it all, only because he was currently inhibited by a hangover. Any other time he would have been spot on with the shift in tension, perception and all that jazz. At the moment, the Red Clansman was only concerned with getting a refill on his alcohol then go back to his table and resume his the splitting of his head. Unfortunately things were going so bad for the proprietor that Iggy didn't think he would be getting that delicious rum.
So there he was, leaning against the bar so he didn't fall over and everyone else was being chummy with each other. The big guy turned his head to gaze at the cute girl, the boy, the cuter girl a bit farther away and the other guy. He was sure they were all there for the same reason because big things don't normally happen at Edmund's, not unless something big was going down. What was he there for? Edmund's did have a fine collection strong liquor, as opposed to most other places, but he could of gone anywhere if he wanted to get drunk. Ignatius cursed his hangover for the umpteenth time. If it wasn't for that, he would have been on his S game the moment things began to go down. Nevertheless, Ignatius couldn't help but drop the eaves on their conversation and blurted a response to the boy's inquiry.
"Yes, it would be appear so. Why else would anyone be here of all places?" A little harsh to dis the barkeep's establishment but he did forget to pour Iggy his drink. Never get between Ignatius and his drink.
ANISE AGNELIUS, CASIMIR MARINOV, SANIBELLE GREENWOOD & RAZIEL DELAIR
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 18, 2015 18:57:48 GMT -5 ♔
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a new
player
| Eldin was taking quite a bit to return. He was a tough guy for sure but the memory of his beloved passing must of hurt him bad. Ignatius sighed heavily as he tried to forget what he heard, and ignore the aches creeping into his limbs. What he needed was some grub in his belly to beat back the weakness. It would be worse that he couldn't pay for any such meal, and with the big guy saddened by the aforementioned news, appealing to his humanity would do nothing. None of that mattered really as he was feeling very tired. His eyelids were trying to drag themselves closed. Iggy had nothing to fear of falling face first onto the counter as his arms were already becoming rigid from not moving.
A nap wouldn't hurt me, would it?
Little did he know a troublemaker had entered the ruined tavern. If he wasn't so tired, he would have heard the newcomer, or felt the tension in the air shift. A plethora of other old hunter tricks and battle senses could have told him a variety of things but he didn't care enough to implement them. Nope, he just wanted to fall asleep while Eldin did whatever he was doing in the back. Also because of his fatigue, he couldn't quite smell the cooking food over the idle stench of his blood-strewn clothing. So instead of staying awake a little while longer, Ignatius shifted his head down to where his palms cradled his face and fell asleep.
RAZIEL DELAIR
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 17, 2015 22:56:43 GMT -5 ♔
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abrupt
tidings
| It was about midday when Ignatius returned to Piros. He was travel-worn, dusty and his torn tunic was covered in blood. Of course, with red being its natural color, not many would notice the dried red stains. Though he had a few minor injuries, none of the blood was his. He walked tall and strong, not wincing at all even as his bruised ribs creaked or muscles ached. It was a pain he was used to and knew a tankard or two of rum would dull his nerves to an easy point that it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Ignatius just needed to make it to an establishment before the fatigue took him under.
It always hurt Ignatius whenever he returned home to Piros. Seeing the poor citizens wandering the dirt streets, trying to hawk their pitiful goods or those that have nothing and beg for something. It brought up painful memories of his time before becoming a Clansman. It hurt him more when he had little to nothing to give to the beggars. Of course he always ended up giving every last gem to those that had little children with him. Cheap shots for sure but it was a wise tactical decision. So by the time Iggy reached the outwardly ruined tavern, the only thing lining his pockets was lint.
Ah hell...
The light pouring in through the large hole in the roof illuminated most of the room. A rickety bar stood off to the left, tended by a large, muscle-bound man who towered over Ignatius. Though the man was something of a pacifist, so used his size to keep things in his establishment in order. It wasn't much of place though, hardly filled with anyone at any hour of the day and wasn't stocked too great either. Actually, it was kind of pathetic but for Piros, it was alright. The man behind the counter stared hard at Ignatius' appearance, a disapproving expression on his face, before returning to his task of wiping down his somewhat clean bar for what Iggy assumed was the umpteenth time. With a reserved sigh, the bloodied Clansman approached the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He was surprised it didn't collapse on him.
"So tell me Eldin, how's things?" Ignatius said, ignoring the elephant in the room.
"Bad, it is to be spected, of course." Eldin drawled in a bored tone.
"Care to elaborate?"
"Wife's dead, passed on nigh a few days ago. The sickness got her. There was a riot too, the people gettin' riled about monster sightings. Strains are stoned for being different. It is all bad, Ignatius." The man shook his head and disbelief before moved to the back room.
Ignatius was left alone then, to wait for something or other to happen. He figured the big fella went back to mourn in silence. It was sad that the man's wife had died. Diera was a good woman, not too bad on the eyes if one could look past the slight emaciated appearance. Inevitably, Iggy also shook his head in belief and placed his elbows onto the counter to rest his head in his hands. Slowly but surely, fatigue was catching up to him and all he wanted was a warm meal and something cold to wash it down before he found someplace to crash for a few days.
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 16, 2015 20:32:07 GMT -5 ♔
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ignatius orivien ! twenty-seven ● male ● heterosexual FRIENDSHIPS - - Ignatius is a friendly guy through and through, as long as he isn't working, terribly drunk off alcohol or ticked off something fierce. Other than that, he's a swell one to hang out with. Need someone loyal, trustworthy and not afraid to bust heads? Well you found him! He likes to fight, make passes at women and kill monsters. Hard to have a thing in common but he's always up for trying something new.
HATESHIPS - - Hate s such a strong word. There is little he hates, probably going so far as strongly disliking something or other, but plenty of people hate Ignatius. It's mostly shady people whose wrists he has broken, intimidated them or some other bogus charge. His work creates enemies and well, haters gonna hate. One of his strong dislikes would have to be the Blue Clan, opposites much?
RELATIONSHIPS - - Unfortunately Iggy is more a fighter than a lover, as much as he'd like to be the latter. He would go out of his way to casually flirt with a woman but he doesn't put much effort or enthusiasm in it for anything beyond a kiss and cuddle someplace dark and warm. Honestly, he has eyes for all types of females but he if he had to choose, it would be the strong, confident and tomboyish ones. The last one is optional but overly feminine is off-putting as he likes it when they can get down and dirty, both literally and metaphorically.
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 16:06:36 GMT -5 ♔
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wealth, blood
and lust,
oh my!
| It could have been a good day. It was a great day the time before and an even better one that night but now Ignatius, a Red Clansman merc, was definitely rethinking his social agenda while inaudibly moaning to himself at a secluded table in Edmund's Tavern. A tankard of ale sat before him, just within reach, as he had his head down, arms cross, upon the table. In short, he was experiencing a nasty hangover. Instead of some folk remedy or other concoction, Ignatius chose to drink more alcohol in hopes that it would cure his ailment.
While he was nursing his splitting head, a situation was brewing not to far from him. He didn't hear anything, nor did he have any vested interest in such a thing but he caught a glance when he looked up to take a drink from his mug. A singular female by an isolated part of the bar conversing with the barkeep. A notoriously unsavory guy, the ol' proprietor was, but Iggy didn't have much of a problem with him since he was the kind of person that intimidated others with a look, so he didn't deal with a lot of the crap people talked about.
Anyways.
The Clansman stared at the two for a few moments before he leaned further back into his chair to down the rest of his ale. He had about half left, so there was some serious chuggin' involved. It was around this time that the girl was being cornered. He saw none of this but the timely intervention of a third—or fourth party—saved her from a worse situation. It was at this that Ignatius became interested. As he set down his mug, he belched loudly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
So now there was a young man with the young woman and the barkeep looked like he wanted to be elsewhere. Ignatius chuckled mirthlessly and stood up from his table before swaggering over to them. It seemed like he was going to rudely butt into their conversation but instead bumped up against the bar next to them, with his mug on the counter. A leather harness adorned the back of his red sleeveless tunic, as if something large would be hung there. Said large object was leaned up against the back wall near his table, a big sword.
"Er.. Barkeep," His thrumming, baritone-esque voice was slightly slurred. "More ale, the good stuff mind you. I know you slipped me the cheap stuff last night and still made me pay full price for the better stuff." He looked pointedly at the man who was sweating profusely. It just was not his day.
ANISE AGNELIUS, CASIMIR MARINOV, SANIBELLE GREENWOOD & RAZIEL DELAIR
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| "I will fly as close to the sun as I wish, even if it burns me." |
He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 22:19:30 GMT -5 ♔
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and a special appearance by Burnout Blader.
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He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 10, 2015 21:46:47 GMT -5 ♔
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>_>
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"Lets get this started then."
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He a Clansman of the Red Clan, but a Mercenary by trade. He'll do what needs to be done, no matter the objective, as long as he gets paid in accordance with the contract. He is a strong warrior, a skilled fighter and a dependable comrade to watch your back.
His theme song is Soldiers of the Wasteland by Dragonforce. IGNATIUS ORIVIEN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-seven |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | mercenary & monster hunter |
POSTS | 4 |
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