ian scarlet // civilian

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now heaven knows i've got one short damn fuse

 

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so come sit down a spell while i light up the room

 

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if walls could talk, they would know it all

00. cert/art/whatever
01. intro (lyrics, poem, whatever)
02. contents/index
03. contact, disclaimer, rules, etc
04. character concept (rough profile)
05. finer details (still short/to the point)
06. other important details (history, locations, etc)
07. positive relationships
08. negative relationships
09. ashdown rp (civ/normal stuff)
10. otherworld rp (powered/spooky stuff)
11. requirements
12. image gallery
13. miscellaneous (playlist, au things, etc)
14. credits  

[Snoofington]

so we live in the sticks and aren't some fish you can catch

 

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and it makes my skin crawl

whispers this is not official art

IAN SCARLET
JADED DISSIDENT

He's lived here all his life, this little town, and he feels like he's barely experienced any of it. His father's a priest in a tiny religious sect that his mother converted to long before he was born, he grew up out of public school, out of touch with his peers, and always on the outside looking in. For ages he never questioned it, he knew this was how things were because that's what he was told -- it's hard not to listen to someone when they leave bruises on you for being curious -- but now he's older, he's grown a spine, and he's sick of it. Ian wants to live his life, make his own choices, and dammit he wants to make sure others have that opportunity too.

ANGER MANAGEMENT REJECT

As much as he hates it, Ian is extremely easy to provoke. He becomes irritated merely at the mention of people he doesn't like, the presence of unfamiliar or rude men, when people refuse to think for themselves, the list can go on and on with his lesser gripes and that's not even counting his minor pet peeves. It's what happens when he goes beyond that first notch of unfiltered frustration that's proved especially troublesome for him throughout his life and, try as he might, he can't seem to reign in it. Let's be real, though, he isn't actually an anger management reject because he's never even been to a single session.

The fact of the matter is, Ian gets violent. He may only start physical fights about fifty percent of the time but if someone picks one with him you can be damn sure he'll finish it. There is the added bonus of not minding his business if he happens to overhear things that piss him off and he will storm right over there without a moment's notice to try and handle the situation. He desperately wants to change this hangup, make it useful, make it positive, something to guard and protect those who can't protect themselves, but breaking a broom handle across someone's back because they were loudly calling their girlfriend a b***h isn't the easiest thing to take a shine to. In fact, most of the time, the people he's trying to protect wind up just as upset with or scared of him as their abuser. He's lost friends because of it, not that he's ever had many to begin with, and even a few jobs because he couldn't keep his nose out of customer's problems. It's a taxing situation and it has followed him all his life with no sign of calming, which only makes him angry at himself for letting it take over.

Here's a hint, Ian: getting angry about being angry isn't going to make you less angry.

RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME

For better or worse, Ian often finds himself around situations just before they escalate. If he walks in on some kind of fight or shouting match, it's always right when things start which gives him ample opportunity to intervene.

ANYTHING ELSE?

An only child, his parents married before he was even thought about. His father is an Ashdown native while his mother moved there after a few summer visits when she was fresh out of high school. Peter Scarlet is a priest and Sharon Scarlet works at a small flower shop that her son moonlights at when he can't find other work. Ian was home schooled, and not with any sanctioned tutor or private school. He grew up in a household that adhered to the old adage of "spare the rod, spoil the child" and that good old religious flavor. Ian was raised by the teachings of the Church of the Morning Sun, a small local sect in Ashdown. It looks Christian, feels Pagan, smells a bit musty and has kind of a weird aftertaste. Currently, Ian still lives at home with his mother and father. It's a little hard to move out when you have trouble holding down a job, most of your social network consist of the same damn people day in and day out, and you can't drive.  

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i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so what's the use?

Birthday: September 7th

Star Sign: Virgo

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Weather: Overcast skies with a light fog, perhaps drizzling. Either way, the air should be cool and calm, no high winds or thunderous storms but no relentless burning sun.

Favorite Animal: Cats, any breed, doesn't matter.

FOOD
xxxLoves:
xxxHates:

DRINK
xxxLoves:
xxxHates:

Don't. Touch. His wrists. Don't do it. He can't even wear things on them like watches or bracelets. It freaks him out and is an immediate trigger. That's what happens when your wrists were grabbed roughly enough to bruise whenever you were disobedient as a child.

- his middle name is Anthony
- he really likes flowers and gardening and always has a couple small house plants wherever he lives, if he isn't able to outright keep a garden
- reading is his favorite pastime, particularly fiction -- he's pretty discerning with writers, mainly steering toward female authors
- of course, his variety was closely restricted until the last few years thanks to how he was raised so he has a lot of literature to catch up on
- alternatively, he isn't up to date with pop culture and is pretty illiterate with technology, he doesn't have a cell phone, typing on a keyboard is like watching a hen peck, and he has a state issued ID rather than a driver's license if that tells you anything
- music is another thing he's discerning with, he doesn't like most genres and prefers to stick to music with little or no lyrics, vocalization is fine though; anything played by an orchestra will pique his interest, no matter the genre
- he doesn't just read, he also writes; ian keeps journals but it's not a daily thing, they're just for idle ramblings, thoughts, ideas, poems, even dreams he's had, and he draws in them too
- he isn't a half bad artist but it's very unrefined and not professional quality, he tends toward still life and gesture drawings but sometimes dabbles in more abstract or surreal concepts (don't go to him for character design or blue prints)
- his favorite color is blue, as much as his last name would have you believe otherwise
- despite this, his favorite flowers usually have white or yellow petals
- his favorite type of flower are dahlias

i'll figure out a way to organize this for real at sOME point--  

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he fights like hell because he wants to glow

 

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and would tackle the sun to be a bright bulb

 

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they say attack can be your best defense

 

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well i've got mother's smile and both my dad's fists

 

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and it makes my blood boil

 

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those black letter days, all the mail just winds up lost

 

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he's gray, and has to hide somewhere between black and white

 

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it's safe but never was brave before it's over

 

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my temper doesn't laugh