Difference between revisions of "Ian Kennex"

 
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He has the compact, athletic build and powerful upper body of a fighter, and wears, under his clothing, the scars to match.  Someone who cares to look close might notice that his boots are reinforced on the inside with a complex system of diamondplate braces, barely outlined by the thick leather exterior, but enough to be visible.  There's a cane to go with those braces, and this man who looks to have faced a lifetime of violence seems to need it.
 
He has the compact, athletic build and powerful upper body of a fighter, and wears, under his clothing, the scars to match.  Someone who cares to look close might notice that his boots are reinforced on the inside with a complex system of diamondplate braces, barely outlined by the thick leather exterior, but enough to be visible.  There's a cane to go with those braces, and this man who looks to have faced a lifetime of violence seems to need it.
 
{w({nIn the summer heat, Ian wears his beat up leather coat open over a loose fitting linen shirt, and he smells about like someone who insists on wearing a leather coat in hot summer weather.  Every now and again, the unlaced neck of his shirt slips enough to show heavy scarring on his left clavicle and shoulder from the claws of some impossibly large animal.{w){n
 
 
|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.
 
|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.
 
|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.

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Ian Kennex
Social Rank 4
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, Lili Bisland, Sarielle Bisland, Ailys Grayson, Aiden Rubino-zaffria, Lumen Whisper, Gloriel Bisland, Bors Keaton, Aibek Grayson, Anton Kennex, Kaia Malvici, Rayne Bisland, Zion Bisland, Aindre Grayson, Selah Bisland
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Description

An overwhelming calm and a razor sharp focus surround this man, turning a demeanor that could otherwise be called 'flat' into something detached and dangerous. Pain and determination are carved deep in his graven features, aging him prematurely, and there's gray sprinkled in his dark hair, but his eyes are serene. His eyes are a deep, almost impossible shade of electric blue, and his level gaze, when he fixes it on someone, could be a weapon in its own right.

He has the compact, athletic build and powerful upper body of a fighter, and wears, under his clothing, the scars to match. Someone who cares to look close might notice that his boots are reinforced on the inside with a complex system of diamondplate braces, barely outlined by the thick leather exterior, but enough to be visible. There's a cane to go with those braces, and this man who looks to have faced a lifetime of violence seems to need it.

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.