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1 Lost in the Flames on Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:17 pm

Name: Ignis

Age: As of right now he does not remember (will be explained below), but he is 345 years old and looks to be 24.

Gender: Male

Requested Rank: Warrior

Pack: Venantium


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Joining Keys: It's Adonis.


Summary:


Well, as of right now our man doesn't know his past, but only remembers his name and what it is he is. But I believe I can give ye lassies and gents a sneak peek into this lad's past. Centuries ago this young man used to live within a pack of werelings that called themselves the Dragon Pack. Fierce they were, and lead by none other than Ignis himself. He had another name before he became Ignis, but he fit the Latin word for fire perfectly. He was fierce to put it simply, and unpredictable. He was unstoppable as he took over the packs of Scotland and became the Alpha of Alphas of the area. He was the light of his pack, leading them into the darkest of battles and troubles only to lead them through. If any harmed a hair upon his pack, he was upon that wolf before any could speak a word. He was fiercely protective, and lived for his friends and family.

There came a day when a wumman of great beauty came into his life. It was during the Great Battle that he saved her from the clutches of an opposing pack who saw females as nothing but slaves. Greatly injured, Ignis himself looked to healing her, feeding her some of his day for a week before she finally healed herself. After that he took her under his wing and a bond slowly began to build between them that was as old as time itself. Love. The passion between them was immense and they were, without a doubt, soul mates. Then came the night a coven of witches, looking to take the souls and blood of werelings to do their bidding, snuck into their home and slaughtered them all. The fight was long and hopeless, and Ignis's Anna was lost during the fight. With his anger burning at record pitch Ignis fought one of the witches at the cliff near his castle. The winds raged, rain poured, and the waves of the ocean below crashed against the rocks below relentlessly. Ignis fought the witch with all that he had in him, but an attack left him dangling over the edge of the cliff, and that night he disappeared within the waves below.

Dark settled over the packless Alpha as he was put to the mercy of the waves below. He soon switched from his wolf form into his human when his head struck a piece of rock jutting from below the waves. It was then he passed out and believed himself to be dead. But that was not to be, the flame within Ignis's soul fought on and a fisherman's boat found him the next day splayed over a rock within the water as the tide had lowered. Barely alive and breathing the fisherman took him back to his cottage and tended to him there.

Ignis's recovery was fast and swift, amazing the fisherman. Ignis was completely healed within a week, but there was one thing missing. His memory. Confused, but not forgetting who or what he was, Ignis worked for the fisherman, shared his secret years later, and worked until his friend had died of old age. With that Ignis set off to explore the world, and ultimately, find out what his past was, and why his memory was gone.

Now he searches for a home, knowing that his future soon awaits him in North America.

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The night was cold and windy, and add to that the rain and you got one crappy night. Ignis walked with his hands in his pockets, his head lowered his brown hair slicked down against his head by the rain. He shivered, but he enjoyed the sensation. It'd been a long time since he'd felt anything. As usual he felt confused and lost within this land called North America. He'd yet to see any beauty that his Scottland held, but he had to admit there was a ceartin beauty in the waves that softly lapped at the sand. A memory stirred, but as soon as he tried focusing on them, they were gone. Making a frustrated sound he kicked at a can and stopped to look at it with disgust. Humans. When would they learn that the earth was not something to be tamed and used to their own purpose? Still grumbling to himself he picked the can up and tossed it in the nearest trash can. No long the Old Magyck did remain in this land. He could not feel them, and this made him feel sad and yearned for the days of old.

He stopped and looked about him as he entered the beginnings of what he sensed to be a city. Voices and music came from every which way. Ignis sighed, but continued on. He'd been walking since he'd exited the plane that'd brought him to this land. He didn't know how far he'd came, but the walk didn't bother him. It allowed him to think, to take in the sights around him. It was something that couldn't be done in a fast moving vehicle, unlike riding upon the back of a horse or using ones own feet.

He came upon a door and the smell of alcohol lured him in. He paused and blinked as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the colored lights and the scantily clad wumman. He tsked and shook his head, "Aint no lassie these days got a lick of sense." He was proud that he was getting better and better at his English accent, but he still retained some of his Scott. Oh well. It was attractive to the Americans here, and it usually helped him sway others to help him when in need. Approaching the bar he lowered his tall form upon the stool and ordered himself a shot. Lifting it to his lips and feeling the approach of a female he smiled. Tonight he'd lose himself.

"Aren't you already lost?" Ignis stiffed, but shoved his wolf, Aloric, out of his mind. Not tonight. Tonight, there would be no thinking, no sense. Only feel.

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2 Re: Lost in the Flames on Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:23 pm

- Remember to add an avatar to your profile, and that shall be it for you, sir. -winks-

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Please move your whereabouts to the Venantium Border,
where you will then be greeted with a superior and granted a rank based off your werelings strengths.

Welcome to The Lost Ones, wereling.

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3 Re: Lost in the Flames on Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:19 pm

Thanks ma'am. I did have a profile pic, but its aint working. saw ur warning bout the pic thing though and will figure it out.


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