| "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 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 17, 2015 22:56:43 GMT -5 ♔
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| 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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| if you hug me like before, then I will be okay |
A benevolent and laid-back bluer who takes pride in everything he does, even if what he does is being ruckus and plain troublemaker. Raziel Delair vows to serve only one king- the current blue king and acts as the sword and pillar that holds the blue clan together. While he strikes to live life to the fullest, time is slowly running out for him. What secrets could he be hiding behind that whimsical attitude?
THEME SONG: Some by Soyu (SISTAR) and Junggigo
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-FIVE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | ASEXUAL |
STATUS | Secretly Loves |
JOB(S) | KING'S UNDERDOG |
POSTS | 17 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 18, 2015 7:01:35 GMT -5 ♔
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[attr="class","icon"] [attr="class","OOC"]Jumping in for fun! Sorry Razy's being impolite!
|  | Despite his dark past and the loss of his first so-called puppy love, Raziel has not once bear grudge on the city where it all happened. Not once- in his life- he seek for revenge, because he knew she would not like him to do so. Yulia would be angry at him if he blame other people for what had happened. Life must go on, that was what she told him.
As he ran his fingers through his hair, his monochromatic eyes remained close from looking at so familiar scenery of the slums he used to grow up at. Nothing has changed, not from his perspective. Kids and adults continued to sit by the streets, still same o ruined alley to go through and- he stopped. His eyes opened and looked to the left, quietly watched the corner with no exact expressions on his face. Confused, wondered and a little bit of disappointment were all mixed inside him.
He turned and headed down the alley. His hand brushed along the wall beside him, feeling somewhat nostalgic. Here was where he and his mother used to live- homeless and there were only two of them. He hawed a little with a grin on his face. "And if I'm right..." he muttered. He took few further steps down the alley and big laughs escaped his mouth all too amused by what he discovered.
"So it's still here!" He remarked, still laughing. Few years ago, he used to steal gems from patrons of this tavern. He even was caught red-handed by the owner for trying to steal a sack of gold from his pocket. Raziel did escape though, by kicking his injured knee.
He walked in with a foxy grin on his face. His eyes looked from left to right and left again, searching for the late owner if he was still alive. His unusual look, particularly the snake-like eyes, attracted the attention of patrons in the bar. Well well well. This should be interesting. He could see some were started to sober and frowned at his presence. Little they know this strain-looking guy was a bluer and he wouldn't mind to send some guys to prison for assaulting him.
He took a seat, made himself comfortable on the old bench and turned to look at his side, where there was a man looking all beaten up and exhausted. This was a bit unpleasing, but Raziel had placed his elbow onto the counter, just like the man, and rested his chin on the back of his palm before he stared him like an creepy admirer. The foxy grin remained on his lips.
He was going to count to three and if this man decided to sleep in his presence, he will kick his bench.
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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 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 18, 2015 18:57:48 GMT -5 ♔
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| 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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LAIKA OF GS!
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| if you hug me like before, then I will be okay |
A benevolent and laid-back bluer who takes pride in everything he does, even if what he does is being ruckus and plain troublemaker. Raziel Delair vows to serve only one king- the current blue king and acts as the sword and pillar that holds the blue clan together. While he strikes to live life to the fullest, time is slowly running out for him. What secrets could he be hiding behind that whimsical attitude?
THEME SONG: Some by Soyu (SISTAR) and Junggigo
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-FIVE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | ASEXUAL |
STATUS | Secretly Loves |
JOB(S) | KING'S UNDERDOG |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 19, 2015 21:40:01 GMT -5 ♔
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[attr="class","icon"] [attr="class","OOC"]Get up Iggy! XDD don't sleep while Raz's bored!
| | One. His eyes continued to observe if the man was going to wake up. The bluer has this disturbing grin on his face right now that many wondered what he was up to. If the patrons in the tavern could read his mind, they might jump off their seats to either run away or stop him before he make an ugly mess out of the peaceful situation.
Two. Raziel sighed since it seemed the man would not be noticing him at all. Perhaps he was extremely exhausted. The bluer swirled his body on the bench so he faced the counter rather than the sleeping giant beside him.
Three. He sighed. With his eyes closed, he raised a leg slightly and like thunder, he kicked the leg of the sleeping man's chair so hard the barkeeper had to turn with scared face on his look, thinking someone might have started a fight in his old bar. Raziel commented at the brunette man beside him, "Dude, if you're going to sleep, why don't you rent a room and lie down properly. You are going to give hard time to others who wanna drink here as well." He knocked the counter and called the guy in charge of the tavern, "Hey, excuse me! Is there a room for this hunky guy over here to sleep? It'll be on me."
Figured he should do charity while he was here anyway. No, it was not charity to be honest. It was more like a repayment for the man who had helped him and few others on their mission while back. But then again, kicking his bench leg might not seem to be a good way to pull his attention.
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