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Same Reason as Sylvia 'u'...LETS GET TO IT!
"Blessed Gift of God, is what my name translates too...pretentious little concept aside, you gotta admit it makes for a decent enough ice breaker~. *He cackles softly before straightening out his hat.*
Name: Ian Bennett
Age: 44
Species: Human
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Bodyguard, Craftsmen, Artisan.
Personality: Compared to the hotblooded nature of his wife. Ian as much more reserved about his feelings on subjects, a true cultured gentlemen from the way he acts, goes about things and dresses to not dishonor his parents teachings. This isn't to say he doesn't ooze as much charisma or confidence, he's simply more tranquil about things and less prone to say...toss a tree at someone he doesn't like as much as he is willing to make a simple threat he's MORE than willing to follow up on later.
Misc: He likes relaxing and uncovering new findings throughout his journey as much as the next adventurer does, or at least he did before he settled down and found greater joy at home. While he still likes to hike and travel, he still finds joy in the simple day to day life as a married man.
His small spirit ally is actually a representation of his own abilities than something he draws his power from. Said power being the inheritance he gave to Molly alongside his hair color.
He's doesn't have anywhere close the sheer raw strength that his wife does, but much like their personalities differ, his power comes from his abilities over frost and his own honed technique with the sword.
Bio: Raised in the antarctic, among a small Garrison of soldiers charged to protect the spread of any demonic influence. Ian was born to two of its warriors, raised from the moment he could walk to hone and use a sword and miraculously given a decent enough education learning everything from maintaining his homes infrastructure, to learning armor and weapon smiting.
Ian didn't ask for much out of life, but throughout the years of fighting, learning and mastering his skills and knowledge. He had so rarely spent a single day relaxing or ever seen the sun in its fullest or even the smallest bit of natural green grass grow around his home. Because he was born into his job and not yet at the age he could apply to his guarding duty for life, he had the option to leave his post and explore the world for a few more years before deciding if he truly wanted to live and die by his post.
The next few years saw Ian by surprise. The world was much less....exciting than he dreamed of. On the one hand he did get to see new sights and see new terrains and people that weren't constantly fighting demons or just large sheets of snow. But once the months took their tole and it occurred to Ian that everyone had their own ''daily grind'', was his duty truly that worth rebelling or fighting against? he had decided to head back home after fetching some travel money from a group of miners in need of help on the small island colony of Oryktó Plousios, or...at least that was the plan until he bumped into the first real challenge in his life. A Cyclops woman with a thick skull, and even thicker set of muscles that wouldn't let him through until he either beat her, or things ended in a tie. Something that truly put Ian's who skill set to their absolute limits for the three days and three nights that they fought. Eventually, he called for a cease fire and eased the woman into a statement to go and fetch some food. Interested and grateful for the challenge, he conversed and told the woman of his tales and vice versa as the two hunted, talked, and even fell in love with their own child to probe it.
His plans changed dramatically. Ian spent and now spends his life as a married man. Having taught Molly the same skill set he learned as a boy and while she rejected his sword techniques, she was more than inspired by his skills as a craftsmen to the point she became a blacksmith for her town and eventually left to share her skills overseas. He was a tad saddened, but he would hardly deny the same right to move away from home that he was given when he was old enough. Not to mention the fact he still has Sylvia for company for whatever sparing she has in mind or whatever liquor is in need of shared drinking~.
Ian belongs to me
Art done by
Timothy-Henri
Same Reason as Sylvia 'u'...LETS GET TO IT!
"Blessed Gift of God, is what my name translates too...pretentious little concept aside, you gotta admit it makes for a decent enough ice breaker~. *He cackles softly before straightening out his hat.*
Name: Ian Bennett
Age: 44
Species: Human
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Bodyguard, Craftsmen, Artisan.
Personality: Compared to the hotblooded nature of his wife. Ian as much more reserved about his feelings on subjects, a true cultured gentlemen from the way he acts, goes about things and dresses to not dishonor his parents teachings. This isn't to say he doesn't ooze as much charisma or confidence, he's simply more tranquil about things and less prone to say...toss a tree at someone he doesn't like as much as he is willing to make a simple threat he's MORE than willing to follow up on later.
Misc: He likes relaxing and uncovering new findings throughout his journey as much as the next adventurer does, or at least he did before he settled down and found greater joy at home. While he still likes to hike and travel, he still finds joy in the simple day to day life as a married man.
His small spirit ally is actually a representation of his own abilities than something he draws his power from. Said power being the inheritance he gave to Molly alongside his hair color.
He's doesn't have anywhere close the sheer raw strength that his wife does, but much like their personalities differ, his power comes from his abilities over frost and his own honed technique with the sword.
Bio: Raised in the antarctic, among a small Garrison of soldiers charged to protect the spread of any demonic influence. Ian was born to two of its warriors, raised from the moment he could walk to hone and use a sword and miraculously given a decent enough education learning everything from maintaining his homes infrastructure, to learning armor and weapon smiting.
Ian didn't ask for much out of life, but throughout the years of fighting, learning and mastering his skills and knowledge. He had so rarely spent a single day relaxing or ever seen the sun in its fullest or even the smallest bit of natural green grass grow around his home. Because he was born into his job and not yet at the age he could apply to his guarding duty for life, he had the option to leave his post and explore the world for a few more years before deciding if he truly wanted to live and die by his post.
The next few years saw Ian by surprise. The world was much less....exciting than he dreamed of. On the one hand he did get to see new sights and see new terrains and people that weren't constantly fighting demons or just large sheets of snow. But once the months took their tole and it occurred to Ian that everyone had their own ''daily grind'', was his duty truly that worth rebelling or fighting against? he had decided to head back home after fetching some travel money from a group of miners in need of help on the small island colony of Oryktó Plousios, or...at least that was the plan until he bumped into the first real challenge in his life. A Cyclops woman with a thick skull, and even thicker set of muscles that wouldn't let him through until he either beat her, or things ended in a tie. Something that truly put Ian's who skill set to their absolute limits for the three days and three nights that they fought. Eventually, he called for a cease fire and eased the woman into a statement to go and fetch some food. Interested and grateful for the challenge, he conversed and told the woman of his tales and vice versa as the two hunted, talked, and even fell in love with their own child to probe it.
His plans changed dramatically. Ian spent and now spends his life as a married man. Having taught Molly the same skill set he learned as a boy and while she rejected his sword techniques, she was more than inspired by his skills as a craftsmen to the point she became a blacksmith for her town and eventually left to share her skills overseas. He was a tad saddened, but he would hardly deny the same right to move away from home that he was given when he was old enough. Not to mention the fact he still has Sylvia for company for whatever sparing she has in mind or whatever liquor is in need of shared drinking~.
Ian belongs to me
Art done by
Timothy-Henri
Category All / All
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