Difference between revisions of "Ian Kennex"
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Revision as of 17:03, 31 August 2017
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| Ian Kennex | |
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| Social Rank | 5 |
| Fealty | Thrax |
| House | Kennex |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 20 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Noble |
| Height | 5'11" |
| Hair Color | Dark |
| Eye Color | Blue |
| Skintone | Tanned |
| Family | |
| Parents | Algernon Kennex, Elvira Kennex |
| Siblings | Aethan Kennex |
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Description
An overwhelming sense of calm and focus surrounds this dark haired twenty-something man, at once detached and dangerous. It's there in his drawn and graven features, where pain and determination are carved deep, but especially, it's there in his eyes. His eyes are a deep, pure, fantastic blue, and his level gaze, when it fixes on someone, is electric.
He's dressed in somber, simple black that flatters his compact, athletic form; the only thing remarkable about his clothes are the thick leather boots laced tight to the knee. Someone who cares to look close might notice that the boots are reinforced on the inside with simple metal braces. There's a cane to go with those braces, and this man who looks to be in the prime of his life nevertheless seems to need it.
Personality
Ian is level headed and driven, so much so that someone might almost forget that he's a cripple. His calm is almost impossible to rattle, but someone who is watching close might detect the occasional flash of frustration when he's thrown up against his limitations. Still waters, as they say, run deep.
Background
Ian was born the third son of a second son of the Kennex family, far from anything remotely resembling power or responsibility... but nevertheless, he seemed destined for greatness. He was hardy, athletic, and utterly fearless -- all qualities ideal for a son of Thrax -- but he added to that a focus and ruthless drive that was almost inhuman. As not the heir, not the spare, but just 'there', his education was minimal. He wasn't interested in books and nobody was interested in making him read them. Instead, he found his calling at a mere five years old, the first time that he picked up a blade. From that moment on, all of his drive was turned towards honing his skill, making himself into a more efficient weapon and ultimately a better killer.
