Ian Indigo | Neutral ●

[Ian Indigo]

Name: Ian Thomas Indigo Age: 26 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homoromantic Asexual Faction: Neutral Occupation: Wildlife Biologist Playby: Kamisama Hajimemashita, mizuki Traits Positive Easygoing Playful Curious Open Minded Bright Encouraging Loving Negative Awkward Easily Distracted Socially Inept Easily Discouraged Lazy Overcritical Eccentric Ian is someone who could be considered bright and outgoing, if not for the fact that he is rather awkward – especially in situations that dictate care with emotions. He is very flippant in his nature and prefers to have fun with other people over anything else. He finds heavier emotions taxing and upsetting to deal with, as they only add to his already slightly awkward nature. He never knows how to handle them, and often ends up making a lot mistakes in his desperation to quell them. Unless the situation is rather obvious, as well, he doesn’t seem to understand when he should stop smiling and playing around. Obviously he understands that when someone dies you’re supposed to be careful (though really he only understands this due to his experience with his aunt’s passing away), and he knows from personal experience that breakups aren’t to be taken lightly either, but other than that? He’s just going to keep smiling and joking obliviously until someone tells him to stop or something – it can be rather painful to watch, really. Ian’s personality is often at odds with itself. There is the side of him that is bright, inquisitive, and ready to do whatever it takes to master a skill or learn something new, and then there is the side of him that gets tired of trying after about an hour and wants to put whatever it is down. Oftentimes if it is something like a hobby he will simply ignore it until he becomes interested in it again, but with things like school he had to learn to work around his easily distracted nature. While doing homework or any sort of research he tends to flit in and out. He will work on it for about thirty minutes at a time, do about three other things for thirty minutes each, and then work his way back around to it. It can be rather maddening to watch, really, but it’s the only way he has ever figured out to pass his classes and get things done. History Ian’s life got off to a rocky start that he can’t remember and no one else knows. He has no idea who his birth parents are, what their situation was, or anything like that. There seems to be no real knowledge of him before the day he was left at the hospital – already three years old. He wasn’t able to tell the hospital workers his name, or anything, really, because he still couldn’t speak. At three years old he should have had some sort of speaking or communicative abilities, but he either didn’t know how or refused to speak. He would be sent to a children’s home once his health was assessed. As far as everyone could tell, he was perfectly healthy. He had no bruises, he wasn’t malnourished, there were no signs of abuse. People often expressed that they didn’t understand why Ian’s mother would want to give him up. He was a bright and inquisitive child, if a bit high spirited and hard-headed. During the month that he spent in the children’s home, he made no efforts to speak – but this was partly the fault of the staff. They babied him and therefore gave him no reason to want to try and learn to use his fully functional vocal chords. After his short time spent in the children’s home, he was adopted by Isaac and Tyler. They named him Ian, and under some insistence and bribery from Isaac, this would be the first word he spoke since having been left at the hospital. Thereafter, his speech would develop at an alarmingly fast rate that suggested he either had a very high intelligence or he had known how to speak all along. The truth was the latter, though honestly he had forgotten most of his words – just like he’d forgotten everything else. After they got him talking his fathers tried to figure out where he might have come from, but he was just as clueless as everyone else on the matter. He could remember nothing about his mother – not her hair color, not the sound of her voice, not even what it felt like to be held by her. When they say children are a blank slate, this seemed to be almost literally true for Ian. He had no natural inclinations toward touch, he had no preference of toy or pastime. He soaked up the information in the world around him like a sponge, however, and he learned a lot from TV and other media devices. Eventually the boy would begin to crawl into his fathers’ laps and express affection, he would develop a very strong interest in animals as well. This interest seemed to mostly hone in on snakes and lizards, and after a few scary incidents he was banned from picking up any snakes or other wild animals that he found in the yard or the woods. At five years old, the boy would start school alongside his peers. Always the impressionable child, he picked things up from them quickly. He would become more imaginative as he participated in all the fantasy games that they liked to play and that he didn’t really understand. The floor wasn’t really made of lava? So why pretend that it was? None of them were cops, and he sincerely hoped they none of them were robbers, either. It was hard for him to connect these things in his mind, but he played along, and eventually he seemed to develop some semblance of an imagination. He shared his interest in reptiles with them, and at such a young age, they were all fascinated as well. Though he had a bumpy first few weeks, in the end Ian fit in well and got along with his classmates. While his fathers’ fears about his social ability were quelled for the time, his teachers began complaining about his easily distracted nature. They claimed he would never succeed in school if he couldn’t focus, and while they weren’t wrong, the diagnosis of ADHD they were throwing around rubbed everyone the wrong way, really. Either way, he would be taken to a doctor and while an official diagnosis was made, the boy would only take his medicine for a few months before he was taken off of it again. He hated the way it made him feel, and neither Isaac nor Tyler could bring themselves to make him take it when it distressed him so much. Isaac took a more active approach in his son’s schooling, and since he worked from home he was able to help the boy as much as he needed – which was a lot. He was extremely smart and he could pick up on things quickly, but he seemed to lose them just as quickly. The smallest little thing would distract him, and his homework often drug out over hours because he simply couldn’t sit still to do it. Either way, his father was patient with him, and in this way he was able to not only pass his classes but make high grades in them as well. Middle school would start a new and more difficult chapter in his life. While it was easy enough to copy and project the emotional maturity level of children, he was having a hard time keeping up with his peers as they aged. They started dating each other, their emotions ran rampant with hormones and puberty, and yet he stayed the same. He did his best to keep up with them, but pretending to like his girlfriend was a lot different than pretending the floor was lava. He expressed disinterest in her to Tyler, who suggested that maybe he just liked boys. He just sort of shrugged. The thought of a boyfriend seemed nicer, and yet at the same time he felt like it should seem like something more than nice. He drew into himself a lot during this time. He felt disconnected and strange, and he felt like he couldn’t fix it either. No matter how hard he tried, some things just seemed over his head. He didn’t know when to tone it down, or when he needed to be quiet or just hold his friends. Tears were not a foreign concept to him, he had cried before, and yet he didn’t know what to do with them when they were coming from other people. Rather than put a lot of effort into figuring everything out, he pushed his friends away as much as they pushed him away. He began expressing an interest in the arts, and Isaac would get him his first sketch book. He found drawing out his feelings to be easier than expressing them to other people, and in this way sketching would become a hobby that stuck with him for life. He got his first pet during this time as well, not a dog or a cat, but a kingsnake. It was supposed to be an easy snake to care for, good for beginners, and his fathers wanted to distract him from his problems at school a bit. The snake was well-received, though he never named it. Naming it seemed unnecessary to him when it couldn’t even understand such a thing – not like a dog or cat. Still, he loved it. He cared for it, and sometimes he let it out of his its cage much longer than either of his parents were comfortable with. Once it even got lost in the house and was later found in the couch cushions. Tyler’s little yelp at finding the snake as he sat down was enough to nearly make Ian cry from laughter, and he didn’t get into too much trouble since his father was simply glad to see him smiling again. By the time he started high school, Ian seemed to have worked out a lot of his problems regarding school. He had learned how to keep his “friends” at a careful distance. Close enough to be invited to things and thought about, but far enough that he was never put into awkward situations that he didn’t understand. He was never really let in on any of the juicy gossip, nor was he anyone’s best friend, but he didn’t really care much about those things anyway. He had also finally figured out how to complete his homework gradually over the course of the day, and while he had immense trouble concentrating during class, he didn’t have to rely on Isaac as much anymore. He simply taught himself mostly out of class, at his own pace. High school passed rather normally after that for him. He added a few snakes, a couple of lizards, and even a frog to his collection – which had been given its own room by that point. His closest friend through high school would actually turn out to be his biology teacher. He took all of her classes and excelled in them, he always stayed after class to ask questions, and really she ended up being a bit of a mother figure to him. She took care of him, and he felt close to her without having to deal with heavy emotional baggage. She was the adult in the relationship, and therefore she never put that off on him. He would often eat lunch in her classroom, and she was the one who suggested his major when he was in his junior year of high school. His senior year began, and he started the process of trying to figure out what college he wanted to attend. In a way, he wanted to move away. He wanted that experience. In the end, though, he decided against it. He could see how distressed his fathers were at the thought of losing him, not to mention the whole process seemed terrifying anyway. He had always leaned heavily on his fathers and relied on them to teach him how to behave in new situations. Without them around, how would he figure out college anyway? He knew it would be vastly different from high school, after all. Not to mention his pets! His fathers wouldn’t know how to care for them correctly, and they couldn’t move into a dorm with him. Besides, there were plenty of colleges within driving distance of him anyway. Rather than go to a big university right off the bat, Ian chose to spend his first two years at a community college. He had always had problems with school, and while his grades didn’t reflect this, he was well aware of it. He wanted to start off with something a little easier, and he found community college to be only slightly more challenging than high school. He was able to maintain the same grades he made in high school, and obviously he excelled in all of his biology classes. He made quick friends with the teachers who were happy to see a student with a real interest rather than a student who was just taking the classes as a requirement. It was in one of his biology classes, actually, where Ian would meet his first (and only) boyfriend. Dylan was an art major, but he was also wanting to get a general associate’s degree as well before he moved on to a bigger university. He was having some issues, and Ian offered to help him. For the first time in his life, Ian quickly and easily made friends with someone. They shared a lot of interests, and Dylan didn’t seem shy about telling him when he needed to tone it down, or when he wanted to just sit together. Their friendship blossomed quickly, and before Ian really knew what was happening, Dylan was kissing him. It felt nice. It was different from the kisses he had received from females in the past. It was natural. They became boyfriends after a couple of months, and Ian was excitedly introducing him to his fathers. He never noticed until Dylan tried something, really, that he wasn’t responding to the kissing and cuddling in exactly the same way as his boyfriend. He was rather startled by the whole thing, and the first few times something happened he was quick to shut them down. It made him uncomfortable and awkward, and he didn’t exactly understand why things had to change. He was perfectly happy with what they had. And at first, Dylan was understanding. The other boy just assumed that Ian needed time, but that wasn’t the case at all. Eventually Ian stopped kissing him and was hesitant to touch him, because most of the time that ended in something he didn’t readily like. After several months of distance, they would break up for the first time. Ian was devastated. He never really spoke of the breakup to either of his fathers, he was embarrassed. After just a month or two, however, the boys would come back together again. This time around, when things got that far, Ian just went with them. They always felt awkward and forced, but at first that seemed to be enough for Dylan. However, once again, when things didn’t improve they would breakup. Their relationship continued in this way until Ian was almost twenty, and nearly two years of awkward intimacy and heartache had certainly taken its toll on the once vibrant boy. His fathers were adamant about him ending the relationship once and for all, but Ian was a grown man, and they couldn’t readily make him. He loved Dylan with his whole heart, but he was always putting more effort into the relationship than the other boy was. It wasn’t long after yet another breakup that several things would happen to the boy all at once. Firstly, his kingsnake died of old age. He was distraught. That thing had been with him since middle school, and had been told more of his inner thoughts and feelings than other living being – and then one night it was just gone. How in the world could that be fair? His snake was hardly the most important tragedy in the family at that time, though. His Uncle Indiana’s wife would pass around the same time, and despite his father’s insistence and efforts, the man simply wouldn’t come around. Phone calls, e-mails, and text messages were constantly ignored, and Isaac was worried about his younger brother. He mentioned moving down to Georgia to Tyler and Ian, suggesting that Ian could finish up his degree at Barclay. To everyone’s surprise, Ian readily agreed. Everything in New York just seemed to hurt too much to stay. Dylan didn’t care, not really, and a lot of his beloved pets seemed to be passing from old age all at once. When he told his boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, whatever they were at the time, that he was leaving, the other boy actually begged him to stay or take him along, but Ian simply couldn’t. Years of neglect and pain seemed to culminate all at once, and the breakup was rather cold and decisive. He changed his phone number, packed his things, and found himself in Georgia at the beginning of his third year of college. His fathers attempted to get him to take an interest in his cousin when they got settled and moved in, but Ian balked at the idea. Not that Luke was bad or anything, but even he knew there would be a lot crying involved there. “Take him with you places, get him out of the house, talk to him.” Ian claimed that he would, but he never did. He didn’t readily know how, not to mention there was a bit of an age gap between them. Instead, he focused on his grades and his pets. Georgia was a much better place for them, and all of the sunlight and warmth did him good as well. He brightened back up, and even convinced his fathers to buy him a horse. It was fun to ride, faster than walking, but not as loud or disruptive as a four-wheeler or something similar. He graduated from Barclay at the age of twenty-three with a degree in wildlife biology. A lot his focus had been on reptiles and amphibians, though he could hardly be called a specialist in anything with only four years of college under his belt. Either way, given his family name, it was easy enough for him to find a job in the field. He had a natural inclination toward being outside and hands-on, but as long as he was able to do his own thing, he was able to complete lab work as well as anyone else. He settled happily into his work, and his life would continue in this way until the event happened. Never having been a believer in magic, higher powers, or anything of the kind, Ian was obviously skeptical at first. Still, he decided to make his wish just to see what would happen. He wished for a snake that would never die, and he was presented with Miraz. He gained his insignia and power not long after. It was all a little jarring for him, and he can’t quite bring himself to try and attempt to kill Miraz to see if his wish was truly granted. Starting in the spring, Ian returned to Barclay to attempt to get his masters in his field of study. Due to the fact that he is working full-time, he is only taking one or two classes per semester, and even those keep him busy enough. Either way, he had been missing school quite a bit anyway, so it was nice to go back. Insignia Level 1 Enhanced Tracking – Level One – While Ian can use this power on any living organism, he prefers not to use it on humans and typically just uses it to help him through his job. The power is basically a sixth sense of knowing where to look for signs of where an animal has been so you can follow its trail. For the power to work, Ian must find the first hint himself. A track, a bloodstain, a nest. After that, he places two fingers on the insignia located on his collarbone to activate his power. Thereafter, he simply seems to know instinctively where to look for the next piece in the puzzle. He can only have his power active for about ten minutes at a time, and he must wait for at least two hours before he can activate it again. He cannot use it more than three times in a day. His insignia takes the form of salamander tracks that seem to be walking over his right collarbone. Miraz – Passive – Ian’s passive takes the form of a white ball python. The creature isn’t truly albino, as its eyes are green. He assumes its appearance was probably a play off of his own or something. Miraz is about four feet long, which is more or less normal for his breed of snake. He is a lazy creature, preferring to remain indoors and laying around more often than not. He maintains a telepathic link with Ian, so while Ian can communicate with him, no one else can. Extra He likes to paint little flowers all over his python whenever he gets the chance. Due to his spacey personality, Ian has half-baked talents in just about every area of life. He can half-play a bunch of instruments, he can half-speak a bunch of languages, he can half-fix your car, but you probably shouldn’t turn to him for any of these things. The only things that have consistently held his attention are biology and sketching. OOC OOC Name: Ellie How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: I don't wanna talk about it lmao.

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