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Ian Kennex
Social Rank	5
Fealty	Thrax
House	Kennex
Gender	Male
Age	24
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Noble
Height	5'11"
Hair Color	Dark
Eye Color	Blue
Skintone	Tanned
Family
Parents	Algernon Kennex, Elvira Kennex
Siblings	Aethan Kennex, Porter Kennex
Uncles/Aunts	Aleister Kennex, Leona Kennex
Cousins	Michael Bisland, Lailah Bisland, Ainsley Grayson, Sarielle Bisland, Lili Bisland, Ailys Grayson, Aiden Rubino-zaffria, Lumen Whisper, Gloriel Bisland, Bors Keaton, Aibek Grayson, Anton Kennex, Kaia Bisland, Rayne Bisland, Zion Bisland
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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.

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Personality

Ian is at once serene and driven, ruthlessly efficient to a degree that doesn't always seem human. Duty is what drives him -- duty to his wife, duty to his family and his people, duty to his fealty, duty to the Compact, and duty to the Gods -- and he's tireless in its pursuit. He doesn't feel as deeply most people do, and this, combined with his drive and uncompromising nature, make it hard for him to connect with people or understand the nuances of social interaction. In a lot of ways, his social limitations frustrate him more than his physical ones. It's only when he has a weapon in hand that everything snaps into focus and the world makes sense to him; it's no wonder that he only really inhabits his own skin when he goes to war.

Background

Ian was born the third son of a lesser branch of the family, far from power... but nevertheless, he seemed destined for greatness. He was hardy, athletic, and fearless, and he added to that a focus and ruthless drive that was almost inhuman. He found his calling at a mere five years old, the first time that he picked up a blade. From that moment on, he turned all of his being towards honing his skill, making himself into a more efficient weapon and, as he got older, a better killer.

Ian followed his brothers Aethan and Porter to sea when he was nine. For his first few years, they stayed on relatively safe convoy duty, until it was judged that Ian, at fifteen, was ready for more. He'd already killed, after all, two years before -- the only one who was worried about him was Aethan, and only because Ian had handled that experience a little too well. With the youngest of them ready, the Brothers Kennex were transferred to hunting pirates. Intense Aethan, affable party boy Porter, and calm, driven Ian were making a name for themselves. It was with them that Washburn Grayson, soon to be Wash Kennex, learned to sail. Ian was starting to be acknowledged as one of the best swordsmen in the Isles. Aethan even gave him commands of his own from time to time. Only prize ships, but a real command was sure to follow.

And then his life came crashing down.

He was seventeen. Aethan had given him command of a prize ship they'd taken earlier that day. They set off for home together, but Ian's ship, severely damaged, fell behind. As darkness closed in that night, a powerful storm overtook them, and Ian soon realized that unless a broken line high in the rigging was spliced, the ship wouldn't bear the strain of the wind, and would sink... and the only person he was sure could get that line spliced was him. With the mast swaying wildly, he managed to repair the line, but on the way down, he fell. At first everyone thought he'd died, and maybe he should have had the sense to do so. If he had, he would have died a hero, instead of living his days as half a man, a paralyzed cripple.

But Ian's focus and drive hadn't deserted him. Feeling started to come back after a little over a year, and he pushed himself the way that he always had, determined to walk again. It took years, but walk he did, and as soon as he could move around he was sent away to Arx, where he would find "more opportunity". There, his healing continued; under the tutelage of Duke Harald Grimhall and Duke Arn Telmar, he picked up a weapon again, and after that there was no stopping him. He led the Grim Fleet home after Duke Grimhall's injury at the battle in the north, and guarded a critical asset during the Pirate War in Setarco. He'll never again be the warrior he was, but in these desperate times, what he's become will have to do.

Things are looking up for Ian. Prince Galen, the Warlord of Thrax, has put him in command of Thrax's special forces. He's married to Lady Zoey, formerly of Bisland -- a match far better than he had any right to expect -- and has even reunited with Wash, and with his brothers. War looms on the horizon, but Ian is a man more comfortable at war than at peace, and he's ready to fight.