Eros’s Comments (group member since Apr 24, 2015)

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▐ ❝I am loyal to my Coven. I am loyal to Kellan. If you decide to face either of them I will not hesitate to get blood on my hands.❞

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[Aʟʟɪᴇs] Kellan Valkyrie, The Grievance Ridge Coven Council OPEN
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] Semira Nitya, Nearly all Wraiths and Witch Hunters OPEN
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] Kellan Valkyrie OPEN
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ] OPEN

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[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] Deputy Sheriff of Grievance County
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ]2016 Cadillac Escalade

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▐ ❝I have a mission in life to protect and serve Witches. I also have a mission to protect my brother. It's hard balancing a Coven of Witches and a hormonal teenger.❞

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Ian found himself enjoying Kellan's company more and more. No one was looking out for Ian anymore and now he had someone of his own to look out for. Apparently, Kellan was raised in the states. Kamille and Ian II had moved to the states after giving Ian up and had Kellan. According to Kellan for the longest time their father was a drunk and their mother was conniving. After getting to know his mother and father more he saw that their happy family picture was all a show. Kamille drank wine and told Kellan often to bother his good-for-nothing father or goody good brother. If that was truly what his mother thought of him why did she taken him back after so long. When Ian became twenty years old he informed his mother and father that he was leaving them for good. They ironically had no idea why he wanted to leave having only known them for a year or two. It was part of that reasoning that he wanted to leave. "I am leaving because you, Kamille are good-for-nothing. I am leaving because your husband is a drunk and his employment status is questionable. I do not wish to stay any longer and I do not wish my brother to be raised by you any longer. He needs real parental influences and trust me I have enough experience with that. You can either give him to me willingly or you can simply go through custody battles." Naturally, Kamille wanted to put on a show as if she truly cared about her children. She went on about how he won't be able to take her baby from her and how Damien was a lost cause to begin with. When his father finally got the chance to speak he held Kamille's hand and looked Damien very seriously in the eyes. "Son, when me and your mother fell in love we...well, your mother she is a Witch. Do not interrupt me until you have listened to what I have to say. Your mother became Seer to her Coven in France. My family has been in a long line of Guardians. Mortals blessed with powers by Witches to protect the existence of Witches from mortals. The Coven who entered Salem, Massachusetts were not keen on associating with mortals at all. That was their downfall. They did not have Familiars and they did no have mortal Guardians. Before you run off with your brother...I must show you something." His father stood and walked out of the sitting room and into his office. It was thirty minutes later that he had returned with three large boxes of books and other odd belongings. His mother continued to give vicious looks, but never spoke a word. "This is a collection of resources and journals passed down through our family from the original Valkyrie's. We have passed down our knowledge through generations and now I am passing it on to you. "When you reach America you will find a Coven of Witches and offer your servitude or face the consequences for knowing what they are. As we can tell you are obviously not a Witch. As for your brother, we are still unsure." He gave Ian a moment to take it all in before speaking again. "Our love for one another became forbidden by her Coven we were cursed to hate our children forever and by doing so we hate one another. It is finalized that we are not having anymore children and with you leaving we perhaps will be able to love one another again. No matter how much we choose to love you and Kellan it is impossible to do so. Our curse prevents it from happening. For as long as you both exist in our lives we can never experience love for anything. We will sign our rights over to you, Ian, but you must promise that you will stay in touch. Perhaps the distance will resolve our curse and you and your brother will be able to live happy lives." Ian did not know what to say. He did not react at all except for a nod. He took the boxes and packed what few things he owned before packing them all up with Kellan's belongings. It was over. It was only a week's time before he had full custody of Kellan and strangely enough American citizenship. Kellan didn't at all seem bothered by the fact of leaving his parents for good. It felt more right to leave them than ever before.
Ian didn't ask questions, but he did read up on all of what his father gave him. He learned everything he could about Witches and how he was supposed to protect them.
The time came for both Ian and Kellan to leave. Kamille put on her show and smiled to Ian, "We do want to love you both, and I hope to get calls at least once a month from the both of you. We will send money and make sure you are living well. Send lots of pictures, Tripp, darling. I want to know everything that is going on in your new lives." Ian played along and gave his mother a hug and kiss on the cheek. He shook his father's hand and allowed Kellan to say his goodbyes. The boys made it to the airport and after nearly seven hours of flying they found themselves in New York boarding a bus which took them to a number of stations and finally, as if their parents had already planned where they were ending up the bus stopped in a very small town that neither boy could imagine existed. The boys got off of the bus and found a limo already waiting for their arrival. The driver made his way to a pleasant home where a large Uhaul already parked seemed to be entirely unloaded.
They found their new home to be one of their greatest. Ian enrolled Kellan into the American school. While Ian's accent remained thick Kellan's waived often mixing English with American rather well, though. Ian had not yet discovered the Witches of Grievance Ridge, but he knew how to look. He had all of the skills of a Hunter, but he held the exact opposite position. Instead of hunting Witches to kill them Ian sought to find them and help them live.
It was not long that Ian realized they cannot constantly live off of their parents guilt money. Ian found himself going into training at the police academy. He made it rather easily through training and all of the courses and found himself as a Grievance Ridge Sheriff's Deputy in no time. Once he had enough money saved up he got a vehicle and opened a home mechanics business. He found it as a hobby that he could make money off of. It wasn't too long, however, that Ian found himself with a love interest. Her name was Kelly Whitedale. He learned very quickly that Kelly was in fact a Witch of the local Coven and she offered an introduction to the High Priestess and the Council when he admitted to being a Valkyrie Guardian. It didn't take long to prove himself to the Witches of Grievance Ridge and it didn't take much longer for him to be blessed with his three abilities.
Unfortunately, Kelly turned out to not being able to be trusted, herself. As an officer of the law Ian learned quickly all about Kelly and discovered her to be a Wraith which meant she was a murderer. As a Guardian Ian had to inform the Coven and protect anymore Witches from dying. He hated to do it to someone who he believed he could spend the rest of his life with. He hated doing it to someone who was so good with Kellan. However, his loyalty began to show. Ian only knew of his tracking and tracking evasion abilities at the time. When he turned Kelly over to the Council he showed his third power. He was able to control the loyalty of others. He pushed it upon Kelly, unknowingly. When they asked her what she had to say for her crimes against Witches and mortals alike she answered, "I am loyal to this Coven! I only killed other Wraiths. I swear it upon my own life and the life of the one I love." The Elders consulted with the High Priestess and discovered that Ian held the ability to change loyalties. They did not inform him of this until after Kelly's judgement. "Kelly, for treason and selling her soul for immortality you are sentenced to burning at the stake. Your loyalty is honorable as your element is fire you have to right to go down into our books as an honorable Witch who died honorably or you can die in shame." Kelly was held in a magic shield until that night. At midnight Ian was asked to join them and after a kiss goodbye Kelly lit the fire that burned her to death.

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Ian wasn't much the same after Kelly's death, but he kept on with his two jobs and with raising Kellan. He managed to get Kellan all the way through school and nearly to his graduation this current year. Ian found himself enjoying his job as an officer of the law and a mechanic. He slowly got over Kelly and still has remained loyal to the Coven. It wasn't too long ago that Ian and Kellan received a phone call from their mother informing them that their father had died. Kellan was led to believe that it was a car crash while Ian was informed it was Wraith's and they were seeking to destroy the Valkyrie family line. Ian has been on total lock down with Kellan ensuring he knows every move his kid brother makes. Kellan never has shown any signs of being a Witch and his Ascension date has passed. Ian was concerned about trying to raise a young Witch, but surprisingly it never happened. However, Ian suspects something is different about Kellan. He is still young and as uncommon or existent at all a late bloomer is in Witches he feels like that is what will happen. Ian has done his best to keep Kellan out of the whole Witches and Guardians thing fearful that Kellan may react a lot more differently than Ian had to the situation.
Now, it is just the matter of getting Kellan through adulthood.



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▐ ❝Life is an endless love story. All of the best love stories end in heartbreak.❞

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Ian was fifteen when his wonderful life at Lockley's Teen Half-way House came crashing down around him. Cynthia had a family meeting with the residents and informed them that her life was nearing it's end. To Ian she was going to live forever. However, cancer is a nasty thing that takes its toll rather viciously on the body. Cynthia felt she had lived a full life and the only thing that could have made it better was to see each of them go off to have wonderful careers and families of their own. Her deepest regret was going to be not being able to see Ian become the gentleman she raised him to be.
The cancer took its victim quickly and everyone worked harder than ever to keep the house on top of it's bills and taking care of Cynthia. Ian was left to do most of the caring. It wasn't a chore for him, though. He felt as though he were paying back a debt to a wonderful woman who he owed a lifetime of love to.
After Cynthia's passing Ian took it pretty hard. He wouldn't talk much to anyone and his meals were hardly ever touched. He lost interest in everything he enjoyed doing when she was alive because it always made him think of Cynthia. He simply stayed in his room and prayed that he would see her in Heaven soon.
Ian was seventeen and his depression simply grew on. He never cared to smile or enjoy a single aspect in his life. It was pointless in his eyes to even carry on. He took all of his depression medications and found himself going to sleep.
Ian awoke in a hospital with three strangers around his bedside looking very glum. "Who are you?" A woman at his bedside cried into a handkerchief holding his hand with her free hand. "Ian? I'm...I'm your mother." The woman told him. Then she nodded to a man at his feet passed out in a chair with a newspaper. "That's your father..." She then nodded to his other side where a little boy no older than eight or nine stood looking curious at him. "That's Kellan...Your baby brother." Ian felt many emotions overcome his mind in a matter of seconds. Sadness, anger, hate, regret, and confusion all twisted his stomach into a knot. "Why are you here?" He asked calmly showing no sign of any emotion at all. "You tried to kill yourself...we were the only ones they knew to contact. That Lockwood lady had passed and we were still on record." His voice began to raised when he spoke, "Lockley! Her name was Cynthia Lockley and she was my mother. You are a tramp who cast me out like old parchment. You are no mother of mine." Clearly he was upset. He still hadn't got over the fact that the woman who loved him, cared for him, and taught him was out of his life forever. Now there was a woman at his bedside claiming to be the horrid excuse for a mother that had abandoned him seventeen years ago. "Are you going to die?" Little Kellan on his left seemed quite innocent to the situation. "I don't want to have a dead brother." Kamille's heart fluttered at seeing her two boys bond. "No I'm not going to die." Ian, however, was not pleased to know that he could not be discharged without his "mother's" signature. Ian found himself miserable when he arrived at his new home. All of his family back at the half-way house was gone. And he was now left with a mother who tried to make up for being a piece of shit and nonexistent in his life and a father who hardly acknowledged his existence at all. However, Kellan made his stay worth while. Sure, he could be a bit of a bother with his thousand questions, but it was rather fun having a little brother to teach. Kellan got Ian out of his depression and back into his hobbies.



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▐ ❝It's not a sin to be attractive. It's a sin to expose such attractiveness to others freely. Be sexy and seductive, not slutty and desperate.❞

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♚Kamille Adalyn Devereux-Valkyrie/ alive/Witch/46/Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛Ian Carter Valkyrie II/deceased/March 4, 2012/Mortal-Guardian/47/Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Kellan Zayne Valkyrie/alive/Mortal/18/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♚Malaki Lassiter/deceased~alive/Unknown/Witch or Mortal/20 - at death /Aɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀ - Distant/Ancient Great Grandfather
♛Ciara Kallista Lassiter/alive/Cursed Immortal/1,195/Aɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀ - Distant/Ancient Great Aunt
♜Damien Eric Devereux/alive/Witch: Wraith/34/Cᴏᴜsɪɴ
♟Salem Axel Devereux/alive/Witch/17/Cᴏᴜsɪɴ
♚Acacia Devereux/deceased/Damien's 18th Birthday/Witch/37/Aυɴт
♛Derrick Devereux/deceased/Damien's 18th Birthday/Witch/41/Uɴᴄʟᴇ
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Malaki Lassiter was one of the brother to a family of seven brothers and one sister. It was ancient times then and the forest were still young. Their village was farms scattered all around full of Druids and Shaman Witches and mortals who were primitive in the virtues and actions, but quite resourceful in their mud shacks and fenced lands. Malaki's entire family seemed to revolve around hunting, eating, killing, and fucking. Sexual intercourse was a pleasure that did not need any marriage or sort of bonding. It was before a time of ceremonial bondings of two people. Before the time of discrimination against one another simply for skin tones and wealth. Everyone cared for their own and life was good without true organized religion telling them homosexual sex was wrong or beating one another to death was a sin.
Unfortunately, Malaki's sister Ciara messed with someone far more advanced in life than mortals at that time. She became cursed killing anyone and everyone she loved most. Malaki was no different from this curse dying young. However, his sexual escapades did not go left without result. Malaki continued the family line where it had been believed to be cut short entirely. He had become infatuated with a neighboring farms daughter. They laid together many times and she became pregnant with his child which was usually the true indication of marriage. Fathers would give their daughters to men to make peace with their enemies and allow their daughters to inherit good lives for themselves. Naturally, men ruled women were strong but knew their place which was always under a man. Malaki knew however that his beloved was betrothed to another but he consummated their time together when his lover gave birth to a son. After his family had died off entirely his lover and child inherited their home and land.
Malaki was the first of Ciara's brother's to go just after their mother had been torn to pieces by rabid wolves it was not long that Malaki was tossed from his horse suffering great injuries that set in horrid infections which killed him slowly and painfully. However, Malaki's son lived on. And worked it's way into the Valkyrie family a family of Guardians known to mix with Witches often. As Malaki's son Marcus Lassiter and his lover Gwendolyn Nott had a Witch daughter who married into the Valkyrie family of Witch and Mortal Guardians.

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Kamille Devereux was a young Witch of the age 17 when her brother, Derrick, ran off with her best friend Acacia Drakos. The couple were in love and the Seer saw if they were to procreate their children would cause more harm for the world than good. Derrick and Acacia left for the states and had their family. Acacia wrote and sent pictures often to Kamille of the kids and how much they were growing. After Kamille Ascended she was chosen by the Seer to be her replacement. She came into the gift of divination and retrocognition. It was these powerful gifts that called the Coven Council to determine she were to accept a Familiar or a Guardian. In Kamille's Coven in France they did not curse mortals with the Sleepwalker spell. They instead made wolves have the power to turn into people. A Familiar to the Witch Coven in France was the wolves. Kamille was not a dog person simply because they carried their wolf personality with them even in human form. Their Coven was the cause of Jack the Ripper.
Long story short, Acacia petitioned for a single Guardian. Not just any Guardian. She desired a mortal Guardian. The Coven accepted her wishes and granted her with Ian Cater Valkyrie II. His family went way back to ancient times in Iceland where a clan lived with mortals and Witches equal to one another. They lived together, mated together, and protected one another. Ian's family was one of the oldest known Guardian Families to exist and the oldest to exist in France. It didn't take long for Ian and Kamille to find one another very attractive. They fell in love and desired marriage. When Kamille desired to bless their marriage she fell into her visions and saw that for their children there was only going to be bloodshed and misery. Kamille found herself more in love with Ian than she cared of the fate of their future offspring. When the council asked what the ancient spirits had shown her of her union she stated, "Our marriage is blessed by the Ancients and the Goddess. Our children will flourish and live on into many generations." The High Priestess was skeptical when the High Priest informed her that Kamille was lying. He was a lie detector naturally. When this was informed the High Priestess consulted the Elders. "As word of untruth and the love of your Guardian being damned by the Ancients we dispose you from your position in this council. You must select a new Seer to train and you will be appointed a new Guardian. Your marriage is not blessed and the council forbids it." Kamille was broken and Ian was there for her. He called out toward the council against better judgement. "You are not wise to do so. I curse this entire coven for breaking hearts apart and accusing my love to be damned. I adore Kamille Devereux unconditionally." The eldest of the Elders stepped forward shaking a finger at the couple, "No! You Ian Carter Valkyrie II and your lover Kamille Adalyn Devereux are cursed! I banish you by authority of Elder Rites. Cursed to walk this earth for an eternity of misery. Kamille has damned your offspring and I damn you both. By the suns power of light magic I cast a shadow from it upon you both. By the misery of the Horned God! By the misery of the netherrealm. By the evil of darkness and the malicious spirits of the world. I curse you to be cursed by blessed offspring. May your womb bleed out with great pains. May your hearts be burdened with hate." The Elder's curse was no curse that had been uttered before. She held the power to create spells. It was a deadly gift and she never used until that moment. Kamille and Ian both left for the UK. They were unsure how the spell was going to affect them, but they knew that horrors awaited.

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Ian and Kamille were in Ilford, UK for quite a time. Kamille eventually gave birth to a son. Both parents hoped for a Witch so he would be able to defend himself later on from whatever horrors awaited. The couple still did not understand the curse placed upon them until they named their child. As tradition was in Ian's family the first son always received the father's name. Ian Carter Valkyrie III was spoken aloud and Kamille seemed to become overwhelmed with grief. She would not dare look at her child. Visions of his future always finding their way into her dreams. She hated his existence. She blamed him for her misery. His father quickly took up drinking not being a very useful Guardian, father, or husband. Kamille only cared for Ian for as long as she had to. Seeking happiness she consulted her husband and both agreed that the only way to be able to love ever again was to dispose of their child. Kamille did not hesitate as she held no love for the infant and gave her child up for adoption. Signing all of her rights away.
Ian Valkyrie III was left in an orphanage raised by a very honorable woman, Cynthia Lockley. The orphanage was empty and without funds could not afford to stay in business. Poor baby Ian was alone in a big world with only the motherly attentions he required from the orphanage caretaker. Cynthia found herself raising the boy. No one cared to adopt a baby. He wasn't potty trained and he cried so very often that no one could bare being in a room with him much longer than a minute. However, Cynthia never stopped loving him.

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Cynthia raised Ian with manners. She taught him how to be a gentleman and how to host tea as if it were for the Queen. Ian was four years old when a couple desired to adopt a child. Luckily by that time the orphanage had made a comeback and was taking in abandoned children all over the country serving as a half-way house for young teenagers coming into adulthood. Ian was probably the youngest member of the household and as apart of duties the older residents took turns caring for him.
The couple sought to adopt a young boy and he was the only resident to fit the description. Unfortunately, he was returned in a weeks time. He had thrown such a tantrum to be back home that the couple did not know what to do with the young lad.
Cynthia was glad to have him back, but discipline was a top priority in her household and she wasn't having any child raised by her acting in such a manner. He was placed on floors for a week for bad etiquette. Cynthia loved him, but she wasn't about to spoil him rotten. "Manners before emotions." She would always tell him. "A true gentleman never reveals his true feelings unless asked and permitted to do so. "
Ian found himself at eight years of age setting the table before meals and learning from a few older boys how to work on vehicles and around the house. By the time he was twelve he could tell anyone everything there was to know about vehicles. He found a passion for it and a topic of constant conversation. On holidays Cynthia would give him a book on cars or a new tool for his toolbox.
To him the only person who would ever matter in his life was Cynthia. She was his mother and all the boys who would help watch him were his father figures. Cynthia was in for quite a shock when she caught him up late reading a dirty magazine he had nicked from one of the other boys. He was on kitchen duty and yard duty for almost a month. "A gentleman who has time to think of provocative women clearly does not have enough work to do." Her life lessons were always something to cherish.



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▐ ❝We are all apart of something so much bigger than ourselves. We just need to figure out where we belong in it all.❞


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☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Ian
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Carter
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾ Valkyrie III
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Tripp [Due to be the third of his name it stuck with his mother](Only to his very close friends and mother)
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)[
*Ian - "Gift from God"/Hebrew & Scottish
*Carter - "Cart Driver/Maker"/ English
*Valkyrie - "Chooser of the Slain"/ Old Norse
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☽Agє☾ 27
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] January 13, 1988
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] Seven Kings, Ilford, Greater London, Uk
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] 3: 13 A.M.
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ ♑/Capricorn

☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ ♂
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Heterosexual
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ Taken ☐


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☽Mσятαℓ Sєcяєткєєρєя ☾
☽Hιєяαяcну Ƥσѕιтιση☾Guardian
[ʀᴀɴᴋ] Novice

☽Ƥσωєяѕ & Aвιℓιтιєѕ☾ (view spoiler)[
✵ Tracking - Ian has the ability to track anyone or anything. It comes in handy when he misplaces his car keys, jumper, or trainers.
✵ Tracking Evasion - Ian also holds the power to cover his tracks. He can escape nearly any pursuers. Even if it means staying on the run.
✵ Pistiskinesis - Ian is a loyal person and his third power which resonates from his personality is manipulating the trust and loyalty in others. He can make others loyal to him and others or take the loyalty from another. He can convince anyone to trust him no matter how powerful they are they will always feel his influence and believe it is their own idea to be loyal or disloyal or trust or distrust those he wishes.
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▐ ❝Presentation is everything when setting up impressions because you never can tell when it can be to your advantage.❞


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[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] Anthony Gastelier
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Ian is tall dark and handsome made over. He is always dressed in black leather or a tank top. His hair is always styled perfectly to the point. His eyes are dark with a capturing hold about them that seems to pull anyone in. His body is slim and very fit. Every inch of his body seems perfected as though he puts hours into making every wrinkle in his clothes perfectly placed and every strand of hair is styled individually. He is clean, strong, and gorgeous.
[Hᴀɪʀ] Black
[Eʏᴇs] His left eye is black making it seem to be one large pupil while the other is a chocolate brown. (view spoiler)[
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[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 199 lbs
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 6'1"
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ] Slim/Athletic
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] B-
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...] His ears are pierced with small black studs.


▐ ❝Sometimes the stress of life is too much. It's like everything in life speeds up while I'm living in slow motion. Do you think I'm giving up though?❞

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[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ Working on vehicles
☑ Cooking
☑ Keeping things neat and organized
☑ Looking attractive and presentable
☑ Being in charge
☑ Protecting Witches
☑ Raising his little brother
☑ Cleaning
☑ Hunting Hunters
☑ Doing for himself and improving himself in every aspect
☑ Seeing others do for themselves and improving themselves
☑ Independent Women
☑ Elegance

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☒ Chaos
☒ Lying
☒ Messes
☒ Laziness
☒ Unnecessary Foolishness
☒ Senseless Anger
☒ Public Displays of Affection
☒ Gossip
☒ Women who try to revolve their lives around him

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☼ Persistence
☼ Practical
☼ Responsible
☼ Wise about his actions
☼ Patient
☼ Loyal
☼ Ambitious
☼ Resourceful

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☁ Dictatorial
☁ Inhibited
☁ Conceited
☁ Distrusting
☁ Unimaginative
☁ Condescending
☁ Cynic

☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾ Ian has always held an intensity about him. Keeping things organized is a top priority in his life. He maintains himself well and is hard to anger. He is always pursuing some sort of goal: Hobbies, Work, Getting his kid brother through school, etc... He shows great leadership qualities and at the same time he needs to learn how to stop being in charge and learn how to live a little. He values independence and spontaneity. However he contradicts such values with complete order and always wanting to care for the needs of others before his own.
Ian is a go-getter and probably CEO materiel for any company. He knows how to keep things maintained and organized. He is a total control-freak always wanting everyone to act disciplined and eloquent. He desires everyone to be like him. He wants all people to be sexy but not slutty, spontaneous but not impulsive or reckless, confident but not arrogant and full of yourself attitude. However, he tends to get a big head about things when given a compliment. He takes pride in what he does for himself and others, but he doesn't do it for the compliments he does it because he can't imagine life any other way.
Ian never tolerates violence and has no care for gossip or drama. As for feelings he isn't one to really show much of any. He is loyal to his family and friends, but he always looks for a fault in them. A chance to see that they are untrustworthy is what he always keeps his eyes open for.
Some people think him up tight because he never relaxes, always expecting the worst of things to happen. However, from such constant cynic thoughts he is wise and prepares for the worst to happen. He keeps his emotions shielded to prevent from being hurt or used. He keeps things organized to prevent incident and chaos. It takes a lot of patience to deal with someone like Ian. Some might think him too uptight and snobbish, but quite the contrary. He is in fact just extremely mature and sees no time for nonsense.
There is only one soft spot that can be found which is hardly ever seen, his little brother Kellan.

☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾ Loyalty: Ian is loyal to a fault. He may not agree with those he is loyal too, but he will always back them up simply to avoid violence and misunderstanding. He will protect his charges even if they are the most sadistic of people, but it isn't exactly something he enjoys, but he places duty before his emotions and personal thoughts. He may be mistrusting toward others, but his loyalty is his weakness. He would take a bullet for anyone who holds his duty of loyalty to them before he would even think of what it might mean for him.


▐ ❝When I feel like the stress is weighing down I just disappear to gather myself. It's all I can do to maintain sanity.❞


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