Post by IAN MACE INGRAHAM on Jul 24, 2014 3:08:38 GMT -5
 ian mace ingraham nineteen Half-blood Florean Fortescue's Flavour Creator Fifteen inches, Fairy wing, Spruce BIRTHDAY: Nineteen (June 5) PATRONUS: Squid ABILITIES: Seer, Animal communication (Simians) "I came for nothing before nothing began/ Broke the window of existence and became a man." - Bruce Dickinson (Muggle recording artist) The skies are filled with stories; whispers floating in the air eons after they've been spoken, lingering in the troposphere, few venturing deeper into space. At night, the greatest stories of the sky, the ones so significant that they soared clear out of the atmosphere, shone and twinkled for all to see, some of them co-mingling in further adventures and tales. The story that Ian held onto most from his childhood on the roam was one his twin sister told him often, about twins such as they who came into prominence at the advent of summer when the sun entered their constellation, Gemini, which now told their story. From early on Ian was a dreamy boy, a natural storyteller, albeit one who was known to have a very liquid treatment towards truths and facts. When it came to the stories he wanted to hear (and presumably those he told), he didn't want just the truth or lies... he wanted both. For every question that Ian was presented, he had a new and even more fantastic story to answer. Following the practice of their mother's Gypsy roots, they traipsed all over Europe, sleeping under the stars, rarely staying in the same place twice. Their mother's people had their own kind of magic, but their father, an Englishman, was an wizard capable of real magic as fantastic as that in Ian's stories (and an obvious influence to Ian's stories). His sister Isobel grew up feeling as though she couldn't find her fit amid the separate world's of the parents, Ian embraced a more holistic sensibility. He interited his father's enormous heart and love of life, and his mother's eccentricity and her fascination for the wonderment of the world. As he grew, Ian developed a reputation for being a bit mad. This was both far from the truth and not entirely far off. Clinically-speaking, his mind functioned different from most: Non-linear in its logical progressions, but ever aware and astonishingly bright. Because the stories he told, in such marvelous detail that they felt authentic, blurred the lines between factual and fictional, many outside his immediate family could peg whether he was cunning beyond his years or off his bloody rocker.Like his sister, like their father beefore them, he seemed to have an ability to see things in the stars, to decipher the stories they told about what was to come, but no one quite knew what to believe. When a pair of owls bearing sealed letters arrived, at first, Ian was more preoccupied with how amazing it was that owls could find and deliver post to children with no permanent address. In fact, the envelops had been address to "Somewhere in the Belgian countryside." Their journey took them by train, and then another, and then yet another, passing as though through different worlds - and in truth they were. This new world which was to be theirs to grow in for the next seven years showed them so many wondrous things, and yet, Ian appeared unamazed - not disinterested at all, but rather as though he was a baby bird taking to soar for the first time; it all felt quite natural, and yet still somehow very strange. The future, the immediate future, would not be without its challenges, in particular the splitting of the inseparable twins by the whim of a talking hat; in truth they had both seen this coming (not so much seen as inexplicably felt in their guts). His stars led him to Hufflepuff House, where he found warm personalities and friendly faces immediately. Isobel was sorted into Ravenclaw, and even though it had been an expected outcome, Ian found himself experiencing self-doubt for the first time. Even as twins they were not conjoined and therefore would be subject to walking their own individual roads in life, but did the fate in the stars not also make him "wise," and "creative," and "accepting?" "Every man has a black star/ A black star over his shoulder/ And when a man sees his black star/ He knows his time, his time has come" - Elvis Aaron Presley (Muggle "King") Though separated by dormitory passwords and different colors, Ian remained Isobel's sun and she his moon; he providing warm and orientation, she a grounding in the natural world and control. A new star began to pull at Isobel from what had been their mutual orbit, insomuch as she soon began to orbit him, Ajax. His first visions came to him at age twelve though it took him a considerable amount of time to become one with his "inner eye," which seemed quite undecided on what method it chose to speak to him through. Ian lacked the knack for interpreting tea leaves that Isobel possessed, and was chided by his professor for embellishing upon visions seen in his crystal ball which he wasn't entirely convinced weren't the truth. His spirit continued to lead him back to the night sky and the stars, and soon nary a term would pass without at least one or two visions, brief and blurry as they might be, coming to him in the middle of Astronomy practicals. As time passed at Hogwarts, Ian was unflappably happy even in the face of challenges and setbacks. This, in the case of some of the crueler and more closed-minded students, only further fed jests that he was more than a little loopy. He was a young man with many acquaintances, though few close friends, not from his lack of trying, but rahter just because it took a special kind of open-heart to truly move past all of his eccentricities and quirks, and often times abstract way of thinking. In truth, he viewed many of these acquaintances as friends, but not always was that reciprocated. In his seventh year, during one of his customary midnight strolls at which he seemed utterly oblivious to posted rules, he happened upon a young centaur at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Normally, centaurs are slow to warm to wizards, but there was something about Ian - the way he spoke, the manner in which he seemed simultaneously awed and understanding of nature, and his fervent respect for natural creatures - that melted normally icy demeanor. Following graduation, and largely being because the notion of an occupation that kept him in a singular location seemed so completely foreign to him, Ian reverted to his Gypsy roots and struck out to wander and explore for himself. In a Welsh wood he encountered a small herd of centaurs, cousins, he would discover, to the herd in the Forbidden Forest. He found them fascinating, even revered them, which appeared to endear him to the herd as there was no sense of wizard-superiority or even questions of equality. The whole lot of them, he and they, simply were. Ian would spend just over a calendar year with the herd, which operated much like a tribe, learning as much as they could teach him, and he could grasp, of centaur clairvoyance and reading the stars and skies to decipher their stories of what was to come. Hee was also taught, and became a quick study in, Xylomancy - finally finding a physical medium to conduct his readings. "You must be my lucky star/ ’cause you shine on me wherever you are/ I just think of you and I start to glow/ And I need your light." - Madonna Louise Ciccone (Muggle "Queen") In the middle of summer the story the stars told to Ian brought a smile to his face, Isobel was to become a mother. He consulted his twigs to confirm, but there was one odd one that kept jutting out from the rest; it didn't speak to anything definitively good or bad but rather instability. Bidding the herd farewell, Ian journeyed back to England, his sister, and Wizarding civilization. The culture shock wasn't so immense as was the realization that he had no true skill to ply for a job. And unlike with the herd, where living was communal, here there were certain things - namely housing - that couldn't simply be conjured with a wand and would require money to purchase. On sheer whim, he inquired upon a Help Wanted sign in the window of Fleurant Fortescue's Ice Cream shop which one of the matriarchs of the well-known and incredibly friendly Weasley family owned and ran. The position of Flavour Creator was enough to tickle anyone's fancy, though he had no actual experience - and had been a bar average Potions student at that. Creativity, however, would out as Ian's eccentricities proved to his great benefit - his trial batch of Peanut Butter and Jelly Hot Dog ice cream was a surprisingly delicious revelation. His flat is small, but enough for his singular self. Ian does not live alone, though it would difficult to call Caratacus a roommate. The monkey - yes, a fully-grown lion tamarin with whom Ian has full-blown conversations and arguments - has been trained to do simple chores, so technically he pulls his weight, but he's not exactly a traditional roommate. Life is simple, but that's the way he likes it. Sometimes the hustle and bustle (and noise) of city living gets to the star tracker, but for the moment, he's living within his means. Perhaps someday a home in the countryside, maybe even a family of his own, but for now he's quite content. hey guys, my name is BRODY! and I am rocking it at 27 years old, role-playing for roughly TWELVE years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the PACIFIC time zone, and hail from OO-ESS-AYE so how about that! currently my character looks just like JACKSON RATHBONE or so i am told! I found y'all at RPG.net and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as NUNYET, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
