Post by odile on Jun 30, 2011 8:17:24 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing…
INGRAM RAVENSHAW !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Ingram Ravenshaw
Nicknames: Raven, Iggy
Age: twenty three
Gender: suave gentleman
Where you stand?: school counselor
Play by: Matt Bomer
Nicknames: Raven, Iggy
Age: twenty three
Gender: suave gentleman
Where you stand?: school counselor
Play by: Matt Bomer
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
There’s a man standing by the notice board, blue eyes half lidded and bored, coasting across the messages with a measure of disinterest. He has nothing better to do during this lull, so he might as well skulk the hall with hands in his pockets and little thought towards the fact that maybe, just maybe, he should be in his office in case some student needs an ear and advice he’s unsuitable to give. They could come looking for him if their crisis is dire; the run around would give them exercise.
While he’s standing there, what little care he can manage turned towards slips of paper with needless scribble, it gives one time to take a better look. It gives whoever might be watching him an opportunity to let their eyes look him up and down, head to toe, and take in what the school councillor looks like. He is an attractive beast.
Those blue eyes are a shade to die for, their bright colour a stark contrast with dark hair, hair that’s swept back in a style that’s almost neat but paid little mind during the day, so by the time he’s finished work strands have fallen in front of those eyes and he looks more dishevelled then he did when he first walked through double doors. Those eyes are the first thing anyone would notice, but soon the handsome curve of a strong jaw, occasionally covered with stubble, draws attention around the rest of the face and down his neck.
Ingram is a handsome beast, a man who has looks and that has had looks from when he was a boy, to teenager years and now as an adult, he is a man that never once went through that ugly duckling stage. There is quite a few that wish he had. He has an attractive face and jaw, beautiful eyes and a casual way of carrying himself, a build that’s not over muscled because it doesn’t have to be, and it’s all these things that make people rather dislike him for reasons that have nothing to do with jealousy.
Personality:
You see, had Ingram not been quite so pretty, his character and personality would have been an easier thing to swallow, at least for the shallow ones that take too much stock in a handsome face and how others look. With those enchanting blue eyes, he seems to have people easily fooled. He doesn’t much care to correct them, either.
Ingram is...
Nonchalant: towards just about everything and the world in general, the people in it, and whatever it is that might be going on at the time he walks into the room. If he finds your conversation boring he will walk away before the next word leaves your mouth, and he’s the kind of man who could witness a murder and then continue on his way because, honestly, there are much more interesting ways to bludgeon someone than that.
Curious, morbidly so: so you’ve managed to duck nonchalance and make him curious, this is either good luck or very, very bad luck depending on your outlook. Ingram is a man that would poke at anything that makes him curious, whether it’s some psychological trauma, fear, or the random body laying in the gutter that seems to have unusual bruising. The latter he tends to poke at literally. With the toe of his boot.
Intelligent: despite an apparent inability to think like normal people do, because what kind of man would poke at such things when, like, a phone call should be made or something? He is an intelligent beast. He earned that psychology degree, thankyou.
Street smarts: he doesn’t have it, at least not what normal people with normal good heads on their shoulders would call street smarts. You know that nagging little voice that you have in the back of your head, the one that tells you no, that is a bad idea, love? Ingram doesn’t have it. It likely couldn’t stand him and went on vacation and never came back.
Temper: something else Ingram doesn’t quite have, a trait that could almost be good if it didn’t tie in to how he just don’t care. It’s quite difficult to manage anger when you think the person attempting to rile you is rather boring in the first place.
Kind of creepy: not in the stalker, wants to watch you through the window, way, I promise! He’s more the type of creepy that could shoot a man without a glance, or the type of creepy that would consider hanging a raven portrait in his office, to match his namesake and play into some nonexistent obsession, just to see whether or not he can make the children squirm.
Likes:
cigarrette smoke, the colour purple, interesting conversation, snow, pushing people's mental barriers, the smell of burning wood, old pocket watches.
Dislikes:
bad coffee, uninteresting people, unstimulating conversation, what most would call 'normal' interaction, this strange concept called personal space, scarfs, losing his cigarettes.
Dreams:
he doesn't really have any, he kind of just does things on a whim
Fears:
knowing everything there is to know, imprisonment, a lack of mental stimulation, people deciding he is unfit to live independently because the way he thinks is different.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
Ingram, despite his lovely personality and possible inability to interact normally, has had no real trauma he has had to struggle through or breaking point he has ever reached. He simply is how he is. He had a well enough life growing up, no abnormal trials or traumas, but he was the boy all the baby sitters did their best to avoid. There was just something off about him, after all. He was never interested in the other children, was usually bored before they opened their mouth to speak, and when he was quiet for too long you just knew he was up to something not entirely healthy or constructive; like watching the toddler almost drown in the pool next door, because calling for someone was too much of a bother and he wanted to see what would happen.
His teen years were much the same as his childhood; uneventful and boring to a young man who found he couldn’t be bothered to connect with people. He didn’t try, never wanted to, but if he had he would have found he wasn’t very good at it. If anything had changed from child to teenager it was that he, at the very least, discovered he rather liked utterly picking apart the mental structure of those around him. That fascination with mental structures and what it took to unravel them lead him to his final step in education, and the occupation he now has as a ‘healthy’ member of the adult community. Whether or not he actually helps the kids that come to him for counselling remains quite unseen at this point, for all anyone knows he might just make them quite worse.
Family:
His mother is Susanna Hartley and the poor father was Liam Ravenshaw; his father died of a wasting sickness not too long ago. Ingram stays in contact with his mother. She worries about her boy, but fears what could happen if she said anything. She's well aware that her son has a... troubling personality.
Anything you'd like to add?
he really, really shouldn't be a counselor.
[/center]Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Odile !
Parent of which characters: Iggy is my first !
Parent of which characters: Iggy is my first !
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
