Ignatius Cross ●

[Ignatius Cross]

Name: Ignatius Cross. Age: 23. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Demisexual. Faction: Criminal. Occupation: Gang leader. Playby: K Project, Mikoto Suoh Traits Positive Fearless Loyal Strong-willed Intuitive Selfless Honorable Humble Negative Lazy Violent Wrathful Low Social Skills Impulsive Seemingly Uncaring ”Uncivilized” At first glance and from rumors, Ignis appears to be nothing more than just another lowly thug, the leader of a pack of lowly thugs that appear to only know how to cause commotion and bring instability to whatever area they are in. His appearance certainly does not aid him in proving most otherwise and his personality along with his lack of manners and common courtesy make it difficult for anyone to try and prove that first glance wrong. But one can’t judge him for this anymore than they can judge a book by its cover. Through a seemingly uncaring attitude which is even present in his gaze, through his unspoken rage that easily overcomes him despite his calm and lazy demeanor, above his apparent rugged exterior lies the disposition of a king. Though many might not see nor be inclined to even attempt it, it is to be noted that this young man isn’t what most would make out of him and should one be included in his group and have him grow accustomed to them, they will see something more to him. Why and how? Simply because those he welcomes into his group and has selected to be with him are considered to be family, one he made himself and would sacrifice all he has for each and every one of them. The obvious exception being them of course. It is true that he bears himself in a very lazy and quite frankly unbecoming demeanor, but one can never say that he isn’t a leader when it comes to matters concerning his group, regardless of how he seems reluctant to perform his duties. At times he just finds it all to be so bothersome, but still he rolls up his sleeves and gets his hands dirty in the front lines. As far as selection of the members of his group, Ignis bases his choice to accept or decline on pure intuition, along with an observation of the other’s personality and courage. He finds that there is no room for cowards, traitors or any individuals with ill-intent towards anyone really. Yes, because despite the labels given to him and his crew, they aren’t the kind to cause trouble for others unprovoked as instructed by their leader. He has a sense of honor that would surprise most, never acting in a thoughtless way that could harm innocent bystanders even if he is quite impulsive. Also, he doesn’t care if those outside realize this or what they label him and his group as. But to be honest, there is little that he cares about to begin with. When it comes to this whole ordeal with these three beings that appeared out of seemingly nowhere and established a “game”, he finds himself being actually annoyed. He never enjoyed being told what to do, no matter who or what it is. So his goal is to find a way to end this whole ordeal, even if he has to break that wretched toybox or burn it to the ground. Needless to say that one should consider him “Chaotic good” when it comes to alignment, since he has no quarrels in performing violent actions if it means aiding those he holds dear, along with mentioning that he doesn’t really care if he does something extreme or not. History Born into a middle-class family, Ignatius Cross had always seen the bitterness of what a broken family was. Ever since he can remember, his parents would quarrel, argue and fight through the late hours of the night, their shouts and anger what he would fall asleep to. But maybe it hadn’t been all that bad? Maybe there had been a time where they wouldn’t fight and actually devoted more time in making that family better? He seems to recall faint glimpses of such times, but considering all he was put through and had seen, he can’t help but question if they were but a dream or strong wish he had begged whatever he believed in at the time. “Why don’t they just leave each other?”, “Why does it have to be like this?”, “Why can’t they stop yelling?” Those were the questions that filled the young boy’s mind, plagued him even, every day. He wouldn’t understand at the time, but apparently it was in their best interests to remain a couple, as a divorce wouldn’t prove beneficial to either of them. So there was little to no regard for the boy’s sake, just their monetary condition. With such a climate at home, how could he not act out? He was always so angry, he always felt nothing but a fury that consumed him, gnawed at him from the inside out, every day. Resentment towards others filled his heart, envious of those whose parents were actually kind and caring. Bit by bit, the boy began to lash out at others, taking all of his anger on those that even dared to try and utter a word of mockery towards him. Not many stayed around him, his few friends seeing how dangerous he was and eventually leaving. Those that stayed tried their best to help him, but it was still not enough. Whatever they could do would be destroyed the minute he went back home. As time passed, he found himself spending more time outside of his home, avoiding that wretched problem that continued to dangle above his head. When he was home, music drowned out the sound of their shouting and all else that ensued. He had stopped caring, he had started even sleeping on the streets or with whichever of his friends could harbor him. His parents never physically harmed him thankfully, but that only made the situation only more unsolvable as he had “no actual evidence” to present to the authorities. Who would actually believe a kid like him? They all saw him like he was some thug, constantly getting himself into trouble. No one could or would help him. So he began to distance himself from others. Luckily though, things would improve in the most unexpected manner. It had happened so suddenly and randomly though, as if an encounter ordained by fate. He never was one to ponder on such trivial and existential subjects, but truth was he owed a lot to that encounter. During his later teen years, the boy was, as usual, skipping school as it was excruciatingly boring and the teachers had a habit of demonstrating just how much they disliked the troublemaker. They shouldn’t have talked the way they did to him, prompting the boy to set quite a few things they owned ablaze. No proof was ever left behind, but he made them point their paranoia towards him, which they found unpleasant. But as he passed by the lake, he witnessed something that set ablaze his fury. What could be a more revolting sight than three punks harassing a young girl that wasn’t even in hold enough to know what they were talking about? They picked the wrong day to cross his path and he made sure they regretted it. While they did manage to corner the girl underneath the bridge, they didn’t expect a third-party stepping in to defend the girl. So with a nearby pipe, he proceeded to show the trio the error of their ways, only stopping when they began pleading and scurrying back from where they came. For a couple of low-lives, they did know how to throw a punch, Ignis finding himself in need of a small break as he leaned against the nearby concrete and slid down to the floor, letting go of the crimson-covered pipe onto the floor. Spitting the same colored fluid onto the floor, he asked the girl if she was alright, only to be surprised at how… Peculiar she was. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her physically, but he expected her to at least be… Well at the very least startled by this whole ordeal? Instead though she simply stared at him blankly, without as much as a reaction and began treating his wounds, improvising with whatever she could use at hand. No thank you, no apology, just her silently treating him. No wonder they picked on her, she certainly was weird. But he still wouldn’t have that happen around him without Ignis Cross doing something. All patched up, the boy figured he’d take her home to avoid those unpleasant cowards getting the jump on her when he was away. It had been quite the walk, with both of them silent as mutes. It was quite frankly annoying, but he dealt with it since he wouldn’t just abandon her. That was not how he worked. When they got to her home, which was actually quite an impressive yet small estate, he was about to depart when she tugged on his shirt, apparently beckoning him to come in. He had no idea why he had accepted such an odd request from the odd girl. Perhaps he was expecting a reward or something? At the very least something to eat since he hadn’t eaten in quite a while thanks to her. So he just went inside and was surprised that she apparently lived all alone in that house. Why though? Didn’t she have parents? She was quite a few years younger than him, but he certainly didn’t expect her to be able to take care of herself. From the pictures and objects in her living room, her father was some hotshot doctor or something of the kind. Researcher? He didn’t know nor cared enough to be honest. He figured he was probably too busy to be around or something of the kind. So as he laid back upon the floor, he pondered on how lucky she was to have a house where there wasn’t any screaming, shouting or objects being thrown. Better alone than in bad company he thought. He guessed it would get lonely and all, but at least she had peace of mind. The afternoon passed by, the girl had brought him tea and various sweets she had about, She had good taste it seemed, they were delicious. He even got her to speak at long last and though she did so in small phrases, it was better than nothing. Her name was Rachel, she actually studied in the elementary school close to his high school and she lived by herself in that house. That was what he found out before she silenced herself once more. Figuring he had done his part and she was safe, he left her home at night and walked back to his own, only to reach the door and hear the commotion inside as usual. Sighing heavily, he just decided to sleep in the park as usual. The kids’ slide was comfortable enough. The next day, everything went by as normal as could be. He took a shower at school, which he attended actually even if it was unpleasant and just tried to keep himself out of trouble since he really wasn’t in the mood. It was a normal day, until he left school… Because as he passed by the gate, he noticed the white-haired girl standing leaned against the gate, apparently waiting for him. He honestly had no idea why she had done that. Apparently she was inviting him over once more, beckoning like she did before, though she noticed a few stains and rips in his uniform, causing her to stare at them. She wanted to clean them as well? What was wrong with her? She was so troublesome!... But he supposed… It wouldn’t hurt if he accepted it. Plus he tried to tell her it was okay and walk away, only to find himself being tugged on over and over again. Bothersome. After that, it became a routine really. He’d go to school, do whatever he had to do and by the end of the day or when it ended there would stand the strange white-haired girl waiting for him to have tea and have those awkwardly small conversations. Didn’t she have any friends?... It didn’t seem like it. People had begun to talk, gossip formed out of the blue as to why one of the terrors of the school was always with a little girl and going home with her. Some were innocent, like he was her brother, others not so much. He would’ve exploded as usual, were it not for her staying his hand and just have him walk away. She was actually helping him, even more when she asked if he wanted to have a sleep over since there were plenty of rooms in her house that were free. He would be almost embarrassed to admit that he perhaps didn’t ponder on it enough, finding himself just accepting since it was better than being at home or spending his nights at some playground for kids. It was a nice change actually, plus her cooking was impressive for someone so young. He guessed independency worked wonders with her. Improvement in his behavior could actually be noticed, the young boy though still as volatile as ever, most of the times simply walked away, not caring what some random idiot spouted as he wasn’t worth the trouble. His grades also saw some improvement, but they still fell short and teacher continued to just assume he simply cheated his way into that grade. It was annoying, but he didn’t care as long as they passed him and he could be done with that. Although the blissful routine only lasted so long, a trip back to his home putting an end to that as his old life seized him once more, his parents exploding at him the minute he walked through those doors, claiming they were worried sick and making accusations that quite frankly were by all means infuriating. So needless to say all the progress he made once more went down the drain, the young man snapping back and for once being the reason why they stopped arguing. Because he showed them that he had had enough. Considering him to be just a delinquent that needed to be punished for what he said and did that night, his mother had him institutionalized in a correctional facility for young men like him. It wasn’t the least bit pleasant of course, but what was worse was the fact that he knew Rachel most likely waited for him to come back. He hadn’t even been allowed to say goodbye to her before they just tossed him into that stinking van and drove him into that prison. He was never more enraged as he was at the time. He had grown fond of her, she was his friend after all. He hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him when he finally got out. He made the best he could do with his situation while inside that institution. After quite a few troublesome days until the idea of him remaining there settled, he eventually made himself comfortable, as described by the other teen that shared a room with him. That place wasn’t as bad as it seemed. It was like living in school basically, only the staff could punish you if you stepped out of line. Most of the “inmates” there seemed to have quite a few things in common. Among thieves, thugs, lost causes, violent and impulsive delinquents and just overall troublemakers, Ignis eventually found himself being accepted into a small group they had. He didn’t care to be honest, but figured it would be better than just closing himself in his room for those three years or so. He needed something else besides finishing his education, otherwise he would’ve grown mad. As bothersome as it was to admit, they seemed to be an okay crowd. During his time there he found himself bonding with the others, along with finally being rid of everything educational that was required. They were the same age and mostly getting out at the same time. One had a bar waiting for him that was left by his old man, but other than that they had nothing else in mind to do. So they decided they might as well just join up and help each other out. Like a family. The concept escaped the young adult, but it wasn’t to say that he didn’t decline the idea. He didn’t, however, enjoy the idea of being elected their leader out of some random and idiotic notion that they needed one, just reluctantly accepting since they kept bothering him with it, the idiots. Once he got out though, the first thing he did wasn’t to return home. Those people weren’t his family. Rather he went to his old school and waited by the gate, smoking what seemed to be a pack while time passed by. Nasty habit, he told himself he wouldn’t succumb to it, but his damned cellmate had him hooked before he knew it. It helped relieve the stress he was constantly under though. He had improved in his behavior once more, but he was still the same hard young man. He just learned to hide it better behind an unsettling calm and lazy demeanor. It was still an improvement though. The bell rang and the red-haired man waited, watching the students pass by one by one, amber eyes searching for any sign of the one person he was looking for until there was none left, leaving him to wonder, “Where is she?...” Did Rachel move away? Did she just quit school? Did something happen to her? So many questions filled his mind, for once actually worried as he stood by the gate, peering into the school and trying to see if there was any sign of her. When he was about to give up and walk to her home, he felt a tug upon his sleeve, prompting him to look at the one that had given him such a touch upon his clothing. White hair. Blank expression. Short and wearing a black dress. It was her alright. And as he was about to try and apologize, he suddenly was caught off-guard by an embrace from the small girl that apparently didn’t grow as much as he thought she would. The only thing she told him was a simple, “Welcome back”, causing Ignis to smile ever so slightly, smirking softly and embracing her as well. With her, the family was complete and it was almost… Amusing, to see how easily she adapted to the other ruffians and didn’t seem to mind hanging out at the bar. Becoming a full-fledged member of… The gang. They still hadn’t thought up a name for their gang. Did it need one? Families didn’t have names so Ignis never bothered naming it. Plus there would always be bickering among them when discussing such a topic, so he pretty much just steps out whenever they ask him to choose. He found it to be fine as it was. With the bar running and Rachel’s small estate, they had both a source of profit and a home to call their own, only having to sleep out whenever Rachel’s father came home, which was rare in all honesty much to the gang’s relief. She still hadn’t discussed it with her father, but they figured she hardly discussed anything with him considering her apparent dislike of having conversations. The whole town knew of the gang, which had become infamous thank to quite a few turf wars and ways of advertising themselves. They didn’t have a name, but they did have a symbol that matched their fiery nature and unwillingness to be controlled. Graffiti was as much of a hobby of most members as fighting in all honesty. Despite them not wanting to cause any problems to other civilians, they were still a gang after all. Life for them was grand and there wasn’t a day when they didn’t enjoy themselves, growing in numbers as time passed by. But when the three entities arrived but six months ago, it all swiftly changed. It felt as if a gust of wind had passed by and carried Ignis to a place that although different, wasn’t his own. It was so sudden, out of nowhere. He vaguely remembered a dream though, a strange one at that which he found peculiar and could have something to do with him being brought there. Someone or something asked of him what his wish was. He hadn’t answered, but a child’s voice answered, one awfully familiar. “A bike!”, it called out before Ignis could do anything, the man only remembering waking up. But that was it. He hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t where he belonged until he went over to the bar and saw that no one was there, which was something inconceivable. There was also a bike standing outside, one he had longed for ever since he could remember and the keys were even in the ignition. Apparently… He had wished for it? As odd as that sounded, he wasn’t one to just leave something like that alone. Finding information wasn’t that hard, after all, the entire whole town was in a ruckus and investigated the strange phenomena along with the strange beings that appeared and presented themselves to the world. They declare some form of game to have begun, everyone mere pawns in this twisted joke of a toybox they had been tossed into. Well so be it… If he was there, the others were bound to be there as well or would arrive. They would find a way to beat that wretched game and go back to their own place. Ignis would do everything in his power. Anything to bring everyone back. So with newly acquired powers that had apparently been bestowed upon him, the gang leader set off to once more bring his crew together. Anyone that stood in his way would feel his wrath. They wouldn’t get away with this. Insignia Level 1 Echidna - Level 1 – For a limited time, Ignis may fuse with his familiar “Echidna” to be endowed with the power of fire. At a low level, he is only able to coat one of his hands, at a time, in a red aura that allows him to throw fireballs and control a very small fire or a very small portion of a bigger fire within his proximity. Only his selected hand is impervious to both fire and heat. Excessive use causes him to develop a fever and or collapse. His insignia is located upon his left shoulder blade and is shaped in the form of a tribal-styled flaming serpent. Note: Echidna is unable to attack or be attacked, being only an ethereal entity that serves as a guide when not fused with Ignis. Extra - Has a ring piercing on the side of his left ear. - Has several bruises, scars and marks all over his body. - Likes the color red and fire. - Dislikes lousy food and jail, even more both at the same time. - Has a soft spot for kids but doesn’t let anyone know it exists. - Often can be found sleeping somewhere that seems random. OOC OOC Name: Chesh. How did you find us?: …Because I’m Batman. Other Characters: N/a.

[Neko]

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