Our SPIRIT! It's STRONGER than ANYTHING that can try and BREAK it! And that means EVERYTHING!ORIGINAL or CANON: Original.
Series of Origin: Final Fantasy Type-
0.
What was the inspiration for them / do they embody a particular feeling or emotion? The inspiration behind Ignis is that he's meant to embody the saying "Always Strong". And that made me, make him represent the powerful human spirit. Or at least try to!
Name: Ignis Semper Fortis.
Nickname: Cinder, Scamp, 10.
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: M.
Species: Human.
Being Type: Somebody.
Position: Lawful Good.
Appearance: Ignis stands at an average five foot six and weighs nearly one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Ignis sports dark, copper skin. His haircut is long, spiked and shaggy and points toward the back of his head. His general appearance is a little over the top, as he chooses to don baggy, big pants that are black in color. He also sports a black jacket, with silver zippers and a crimson red undershirt. The young man also wears a girlish necklace in the shape of a heart. However, to balance this he wears a strip of bandage on his cheek to at least appear somewhat tough. Ignis also wears gloves on both hands.
Alternatively, Ignis also holds his old uniform given to him during his attendance to Akademeia in the Vermillion Bird. His uniform consisted of a black zip up jacket with a white lining going down the center and several pockets. Three buckle straps are located going down vertically across his chest. His legs are protected by white trousers that are folded by the foot once as well. On each foot, are black dress shoes that have a squared toe rather than pointed. Being that Ignis was a member of
Class Tenth his given mantle is jet black, and hung around his shoulders and tied over his chest. Notably of Ignis' uniform is that he wore his open, specifically because of the regions that his party would be sent to, were incredibly hot.
History:Orience:Attending Akademeia, Ignis studied under Class 10. A division whose main forte was offense and defense, rivaling other classes whom all varied. Some majored in black magic and recover magic. Select few, acting as black ops and elites. The best of the best. Unfortunately for Ignis, he hadn't the pleasure of participating in those classes and settled with his chosen area.
During his schooling, Ignis had grown to enjoy the Akademeia greatly. Calling it his home, as he did, in fact, live and sleep there and had his group of friends. Becoming pals with people from Classes nine and greater, even being acquaintances with students in Class One and Zero. Though, who they were has become a faded memory since his awakening in a foreign world. However, focusing on his life in Orience, Ignus lived as one would honestly expect. He attended his lectures and went on his field missions when selected to venture out. If he had any down time, most of it would be spent participating in the arena challenges being held annually. That, practically summarized his life when he was inside the walls of the Akademeia.
Although outside, he was almost the same, he was also an avid explorer. Venturing far, very far from his safe zone and sometimes crossing into zones he knew he shouldn't have had been anywhere near. From Rubrum territory, Ignis would travel to Lorica regions, Militesi regions and Concordia regions. Militesi easily classed to be his favorite, as he knew he wasn't supposed to be there especially. Mostly due to the hostility presented by the Milites. But, he enjoyed it so. Mostly for the experience, he would gain and the monsters he would encounter. Though, the Behemoths that would chase him around were pretty bad.
That being said, life was pretty simple in Orience for Ignis. Wake up, listen to a lecture, go out and kill some time in the field and then come back and sleep. Life was pretty good, had anyone asked him, but good things never last, unfortunately. And, oh, how he learned in a very, very hard way. Ignis had woken up one day, to the sounds of horror and dilemma. Naturally, he checked and headed outside only to be greeted by a nightmarish sight. People being whisked away and the skies colored an awful red. Being him, Ignis had tried fighting whatever creatures tried grabbing him up and taking him away but failed in the long run. Some say that it was the L'Cie cleansing Orience, while others call it an invasion. Who knows, Ignis sure as heck didn't. What is known, however, is that much of Orience is destroyed and in the process of healing itself via the power of the world and not man. The whereabouts of many of the classes and students of Akademeia unknown.
Twilight Town:Awakening in Twilight Town, Ignis had woken up in his own room, somehow, with a serious headache. His memories seemingly wiped to the very basics. All he could tell was his name, and what he enjoyed doing. But, where he was from, what kingdom he hailed from, even what class he was in. Only hints, as his closet had his uniform in it. The origin of the clothing unknown and labeled as 'Mysterious' to him. But, being who he was and retaining his spirit, Ignus made the most of his new life. Ignus, despite not really recalling how he got there, was enjoying Twilight Town just as much as he did Rubrum. Participating in struggle competitions and making his munny through the neighborhood jobs posted around. And, it's how he lives now, to this day.
Current Primary Objective: Ignis' goal is as simple as he is; meet new people, make new friends and learn everything there is to know about himself and his potential.
Learning type: Kinesthetic.
Personality: Ignis is the run of the mill teenager; Eager to learn and experience new things while wearing his emotions on his sleeves.
Unsurprisingly, Ignis often holds himself in a very confident and trusting person. Oft wearing a smile on his lips or with his eyebrows contorted into a simple facial expression that lacks any emotion other than happiness and simplicity. Shown by his tendency to smile, whistle
familiar tunes and talk to just about anyone and everyone who comes across him and he comes across. However, while he is a usually happy person, he also tends to get very, very furious under certain conditions. His rage great, but exploitable in all the worst ways.
Enough to warrant itself as it's own personality, in fact. An infuriated Ignis is very, very aggressive in combat and out alike. Just speaking to him after making him angry will warrant a full-fledged barking at, comparable to a drill sergeants in terms of how much fuel and ferocity packed behind each and every single word delivered. Anger is characterized in Ignis by his appearance, shown by what seems to be smoke that flows off of his person as if he was burning up. In a combat situation, Ignis is, as stated beforehand, incredibly aggressive. Relentless and refusing in letting his enemy breath even for a second. His usual style of fighting turns brutish and vicious, as he will make use of each and every single round in his firearm and will make haste in slicing everything in his path to shreds.
Home World: Orience.
A world divided into four Kingdoms who are allied with one but warring with another. A key, cultural idea upheld in Orience is the act of giving all newborns a knowing tag; Meant for collection upon death. War being considered a norm in this world.
Orience is characterized by its four nations. The Milites, the Rubrum, the Concordian and the Lorican. Some allied, and some engaged in constant war. War considered common in this world, and the effects invisible to the naked eye but apparent to those who look into it. Each nation holds dominion over various regions.
Within Orience is the belief in something called Agito, the bane of man and the prophesized messiah of the world. Unlike most belief, the Agito is proposed to be a man or woman who lives. And not simply a tall tale. Alongside the Agito is the L'Cie. Humans who are bestowed ultimate and divine power, alongside a given Focus or mission. L'Cie are said to become crystals upon completion of their Focus.
Natural Affinities/Abilities/Skills: - Being from the Vermillion Bird zone of Orience, Ignis is well rounded in the arts of fair battle. That being said, he has a knack for the usage of specific weaponry, in his case: Gunblades and melee weapons similarly. Thus, having a proficiency in the handling of the hybrid arm. Also noteworthy, hand to hand is also a great skill. However, his style appears to be feral and wild.
- Fire! Still, in it's most basic form, Ignis' version of Fire only goes up to a maximum of seven feet away from his person before dispersing into cinders. The cooldown for this technique is a length of two turns due to a lack of proficiency.
- Can't Take Me Down! - Essentially a desperado deal for Ignis. When struck especially hard or when taking a major blow to the body, Ignis kicks into an infuriated overdrive and flies off the handle. Both, good and bad in battle situations as it renders him incredibly vulnerable in exchange for the opportunity to try and wear the opponent down to his own level of exhaustion. More dangerous than viable.
Limitations/Drawbacks:- Hothead! - Ignis is easily infuriated. When taunted or played with, made a fool and more, Ignis will not hesitate to let his temper break his oft happy stature. When enraged, he refuses to think straight and renders himself even more easily hit and taken advantage of. Also useful to know, when infuriated, Ignis will telegraph just how angry he is by resorting to firing off a number of rounds in hopes of wearing down his enemy. This is shown by his tendency to gain a good distance rather abruptly and then immediately start rushing down the enemy.
- Naive! - As one would expect from someone like Mr. Fortis, Ignis is rather trusting, to say the least. So long as his company does not
look villainous or does not speak in a fashion that one with vile intentions would, they are well in his book. The idea of villainy is incredibly narrow, which tends to bite him in the rear more often than not. As his idea of evil is practically identical to what a kid would call evil if asked.
- Emotions All Too Visible - Unfortunately for Ignis, he shows his emotions far too clearly. In other words, he wears them on his sleeves. His anger, sadness, happiness, disgust, you name it and you can sure as heck see it. Which is, as one would expect, greatly exploitable.
Passive: 
Heartborn EmbersWeapon:Offensive Struggle Bat
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The most basic of the basic, a golden handled bat with a blue barrel.
Role Playing Sample: The young man had been traversing through a lowly, calm wood. His eyes half open and his demeanor that of a nonchalant kid. His hair bounced some with each step, which brought him to the idea that he'd have to cut it at least sometime soon. Either that or let it grow even more and then push it around to a way that most suited him. However, such plan would come a little later on in the journey. Until then, all Ignus had to do was get to his destination. The land higher than the heavens, itself. A place where a fighter could challenge a god itself! But, this thought of battle had only made the teen crave something more! A snack, for instance.
Fortis had been traveling for quite some time now. His steps causing the slight sound of twigs being snapped to sound out. His eyes periodically searched from the left to the right as he pressed onward, a slight feeling of unease has loomed over his shoulder. Though, it was shrugged off and replaced with little inhibition. He took in his surrounding, the world changing a little. The brush of forest beginning very little, few bushes and society just over the horizon behind him. However, as he progressed it seemed to have gotten thicker. Going as far as to the world lacking even sunlight or traces of humanity. Animals being the sole rulers of the domain he had come to enter. Fortis looked from side to side until his back finally faced the path he came from. It wasn't all that important; the guy could have just raced to wherever it was he wanted to go with the aid of a Chocobo. His ear had twitched, like a dog's. He didn't know why at first, but the reason became apparent as he looked progressed.
His steps stopped as unease that he had felt finally became apparent. It caused him to halt and try to see just what was up. His eyebrows furrowing as he focused. His normally cheerful, adolescent features shifting into a battle-hungry warrior. His roots making their debut into his life. His dark pupils looking from side to side, looking to pin whatever caught his attention. Bushes began to shake and tremble. Treetops, as well. Whatever was around was stalking him. Albeit, not a good job done but it was definitely trying to catch him off guard. He continued moving. The next clearing wasn't all that far away. It couldn't have had been He shook his head and kept moving, the sounds of leafs moving and shaking becoming more violent and loud. Whatever had been in pursuit of his person making itself known later on.
Before it did, though, Fortis had stopped. Abruptly, without any type of telegraphing. His legs shuffling apart and his feet stomping against the dusty sand below. His right hand put to his side, made into a balled fist. The left hand, however, pushed out before him. Aimed at his face. The fingers curled into a claw-like pose. The monster hiding from him going to lunge was in for a painful lesson. The beast did pop out, as said, and aimed for the male's body. It's body a sleek shadow of darkness, hidden by the shade of trees overhead. Ignis' sight limited to identifying his assailant's sharp claws and the glimmer of the nails alone. However, he felt a throat the size of his hand connect against his palm. But, in exchange, the claws of his attack scraping a terrible amount of skin from his left cheek.
The monster attacking him had been sent reeling, yelping from the sudden lack of air. Its body revealed as it released a high-pitched howl. The type of howl heard from the wolves who were hardened from their rough and tough lives. The thick brush of treetops above head easily dispersed and spread. Allowing the sun to beat down on the grass and illuminate the field around Ignus and his animalistic opponent. Many things were brought to light; The flowers that circle a cleared field of green. Bushes and things like such. The wolf being battled against howling once more. A strong beast. Capable of using magic, as it seemed. It was interesting and caught the man's eye. He always wanted a pet! Though, something told him he'd have to beat it or convince it to come along. If that was the case, he'd continue.
"Why you!" He grunted. Wiping his cheek, the blood cleansed off of him. The beast had recovered and begun to growl aggressively, snarling and showing its teeth. The crimson essence of life spread across the teen's knuckles. The monstrous entity before him continued snarling, sizing the boy up.
The beast's name, or species, was that of a Guard Hound. A special creature whose origin was taught that it was a manifestation of brain power and science. It's body lean and thin, the frame of a female canine. Her ear's long and pointed upward, although folded back for battle. Sporting a set of colors including blue and red. Blue being a dominant coat color with a black belly. Her face like a wolf's, snout and all. But her eyes slit like and closed in an arch. Her lips jet black as well. Even her tail, which was long and waving around, was similar to that of a tiger. Long, blue and red at the tip. A sizeable thing, roughly seven feet tall in length and capable of pinning Ignis if she pleased. She seemed to be protective, waiting on Ignis to move.
He was swift, keeping low to the ground as he rush-down the monster. Jumping against her when the distance was short. His clawed hands swiping toward her body and once to her nose. This was a specific move sequence. He lowered her guard through the vicious attack on her rib cage. Causing her to snap and attack his wrists but to little avail. The last blow to her nose was a simple strike. A thrust of his palm. The use of this was to make the girl, well, sneeze! She did as expected and started to sneeze violently. Shaking her head and losing interest in the young man. He then followed up by patting her side. Making the animal drop to her side and open her belly up. A friendly thing. The teenager rubbing her belly so that she would consider him a friend. And she did, as he rose and she closely followed him. No blood need be shed from his scarred cheek. Two slashes, though. That wasn't gonna be pretty when it healed.
Unfortunately for Ignis, this seemed to be the last memory he had of Orience. As everything felt to be a blur after meeting his furry pal. The faintest memory locked in his head, being that the skies had bled crimson red and his world was destructed. He, himself, dragged somewhere by massive, indestructible creatures and into a void. He could only hope while panicking, that he'd awake somewhere pleasant...
