Infamous or Famous Ike?

Name: Ike Lag Metelli
Significance of Name:

- Ike is his original name
- Lag is a shortened (and tried to make into a real-ish name) word for "Laguz", which Ike held no discrimination towards and is derived for his anti-discrimination trait
- Metelli is a combined surname of "Melchior" - a weapon from the first Fire Emblem game - and "Tellius" - the continent Ike originates from in his own game.

Age: 18; born on February 5th, 1991.
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Good (Knights of the Emblem). Ike has no goal to kick around Digimon or take control of a world, so he is not on the 'Bad' side. Logically, he also does not want to be 'Neutral' because there is care for others and not picking any side can be considered a form of being ignorant, lazy, or letting others determine your future. Since there is reason that Ike Lag Metelli wants to grasp his own destiny and be able to help the masses - also if going home is not an option - he is fit for the 'Good' side.

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| P e r c e i v e | | A n d | | R e c o r d |

Ike Lag Metelli: A modern warrior; a courageous ranger

"Prepare yourself."

Ike bears a heart-shaped, defined head with sharp curves rounded at the corners, more narrow than wide. Bound there is to be marks from years of letting puberty get the best of him; so, his skin is not flawless and may present marks from previous scratches and skirmishes. His raging hormones, though, are starting to settle, coerced to diminish his earlier facial problems slowly and steadily. The overall complexion is hard to spot from a distance, much like anyone else's face - given that they don't pick at their imperfections. Peach-yellow or sunset is dyed on his face, depending on shading and lighting. It can come off even as carrot orange if dark enough.

Ike's bottom half of the face is, more or less, borrowed from his father; and, simply, he resembles his mother currently but will take on the features of his late patriarchal figure as the years roll by. Ike bears a heart-shaped, defined head with sharp curves rounded at the corners, more narrow than wide. When the young man scratches his face, he can definitely feel the hardness of the bones underneath the fat and skin. The chin is quite narrow and pointed. There is not a stubble to his name. He maintains a youthful look due to the lack of facial hair - even omitting sideburns from his character. The man's cheeks, slender and lean, except for the marks and blemishes. Ike harbors spots of acne from tendencies to care about the future more than the looks, but he doesn't show interest either in maintaining or keeping his profile high. Ike's lips always show expression and his mood; they are narrow and long, stern when angry but gentle in good spirit. Teeth are kept in good order generally, though a few a spaced too far and his biting is off slightly - a bit more convex. The bridge of the nose juts out, and the actual nose itself can be considered straight or small.

Ike's top-half of the face is definitely inherited from his late mother, Elena. He has been noted on occasion by Greil, his father, about the striking resemblances; and, at times, even the son remembers bits of memories concerning his mother, especially when she smiled at her young boy. The brows match the hair, the blue of cobalt, and, much like his hair, can be greased up or drenched in sweat. They have medium volume, not too much bulk or narrow like if it was stenciled in. Sometimes the flapping bandanna covers over the brows; but, it is easy to know how Ike positions them. In their natural state, they seemed pleased and actually cheery; however, in a mood powered by bitterness or anger, they dip to a sharp downward slope, to a point that the 'lines' would meet up at the top of the nose bridge.

Inserted in his sockets are orbs of pure brandeis blue. Ike's eyes reflect off his emotion, simply, and cut as sharp as his words can do at times, honest and true. Usually they are wide, of good cheer; but, when in anger, they flash iciness, not exactly daggers ready to kill. Striking sunlight makes the orbs shine a serene dodger blue, inviting the world around him pleasantly. The pupils are just the same as everyone else': a void, a never-ending abyss of one's character. Ike has little eyelash volume and eyelids that are coated with sweat when working long. Unless the man is tired or not wanting to talk, the lids are kept up to show attention to whoever he is listening to.

The ears are more pointed at the top, the lobe slanting down sharper. The audio-receiving mechanisms are exposed from the low amount of hair covering them, the strands tending to stray away in a path around the ears. Even when soaked with sweat and gross substances, it retains its shape with the help of the bandanna. Extremely short strands go from the back of the ears and around, follicles matting at the middle of the nape of the neck. They remain straight and traveling downward under the bandanna line; then, above is when the real style comes. Clustered hair goes wherever they want, even wanting to drape past the eye line or blind him - though they always fail. Some groups raise up in curves, slightly wavy, and some swoop south. Prevailing winds shiver the clusters to twitching, hardly any flow.

As stated, the mother of Ike passed down her coloring traits to her son mostly, gaining the mention of being his mother's son often from observing his hair. A plain cobalt blue, leaning towards darkness. Underneath the any thin layer of grim hides a softness compared to a nice-quality pelt. Ike never lets it grow past - without the help of the bandanna - the lobes and insists to cut when it does, preferring to not have strands impede his work by smacking him in the face. A Egyptian blue streak tends to come if any kind of light rushes through it like an open field.

Spots of pimples and marks make their last stop at the neck, a mass of bulk. A tad long in width, it bulges with strength. Lean fat, dirt in the right places, an Adam's apple protruding, the very scope of the male physique. The neck area does not have any battle scars - for a father does not aim or wish to decapitate his son, thus he took special precautions to focus elsewhere. Shades of peach-yellow and peach-orange show for the body isthmus only interrupted by the redness of the acne. The only time it would be not an orange color is when glistened with sweat, an unnatural shine of white. Shadows eclipse the sides from view, the darkness created by tall turtleneck-like collars of old.

Since Father and Son would fence for leisure and the work has done its toll, nicely-toned muscles have manifested on the arms and smoothed the shoulders, the engines of forging swords, the pistons of swordsmanship. Hard as steel and the curves of a flat hill, they are always ready to lift heavy loads and carry around a weapon, gleaming little under radiance. Having hardened under years of labor, Ike pretty much shrugs them off when someone comments, saying that people can also obtain them with enough elbow grease. Little scarification and burns are present along the arm, increasing in population near the hands and wrists due to fire accidents and times where Greil would try to disarm his boy. This fact is why his bottom part of the forearm to the wrist for both limbs are wrapped in bandages - other than for perspiration problems. The coloring here matches the rest: a peach-yellow or peach-orange.

Strength encompasses the hands. Raw power flows through to the fingertips, and Ike is pleased with them. The only reason as to the fingers and hands being a bit bulky is due to the muscles, otherwise they are bony. Being much large and glowing inviting warmth, Ike likes to have them loose and to the sides or holding a hilt to test the durability. Along with the past injuries comes with chipped nails dulled from him biting when he does not feel like cutting the imperfections off. A lot of times, Ike will only reduce them when they get too long, enough to provide a problem to him. The cuticles also are not in the greatest shape, tending to peel off or irritated from the guy smashing his fingers. Rich supplies of blood under the nails ensure that Ike is not doing too much damage to them, maintaining a rosy color. There is no skin color difference from arms to hands.

Flat, brawny, firm, these adjectives can describe the chest and abdominal region. It does not bulge from extreme massiveness, rather reserved in a skinny sense. With some ab - six-pack - Ike keeps the toughness with handling weighty items, crates, and the sort day and night - if needed. He carries the tradition of the rectangular body more muscled individuals desire and hold, slight roundness when approaching the chest area or hips. Since thick fabric shirts - along with multiple layers - envelope over his body, not much marks are streaked across, with the exception of one to the right of the naval with a negative slope, a minor cut. The skin is practically smooth taking in that negligible account of naivety and clumsiness, and a touch can taste the softness imbued. Because it is covered often, it is only tinted a very light peach hue, a mix between pink and orange.

Like the neck, the back is left scar-less but is riddled of pimples, particularly a small breakout in the upper section. One or two may stray to the lower portions. A good posture is what makes a warrior, thus Ike has maintained a pretty straight spine, easily bendable and much adored for the higher-class people - though much care does not exist for Ike to give back. Hopefully the perfection will become crooked or indefinitely curved from his occasions to slouch in a chair or wrap around a couch's cushion. The cape will flow and tickle the shoulder blades, giggling to the wind. Only lean muscle are to be noted here, as the shoulder blades protrude and a finger feeling down the small of the back can detect the bumps of the vertebrae. Due to being under layers of shirt, the skin pigmentation in this region is a peach color, at best.

Much like the arms, the legs are tight and pack energy ready to plow through anything. Slender, they are exercised well, much like pack-horses. Prepped to deliver, trained to hold. Surprisingly, below the hips are free of scars, burns, and any undesirable markings, preferring completely smooth surfaces that streak light. They may not be the most soft legs - since he is not one to always apply lotion - but they have their own non-scaly roughness; even the knees have their own gentleness. Ike wishes he could sweat out more flab on the calf, finding some parts loose. Often wearing long pants except for certain occasions of the summer, Ike's legs range from a light apricot - in the extremely upper regions - to peach-orange - around the knees-down.

No markings, Ike's feet are just the way one imagines underneath boots. With little growth left for him, he will not be expecting to grow out of 9-inch shoes - having to buy appropriate foot gear all the time during all those growth spurts was annoying yet necessary. Calloused, dry of age, Ike might scratch at them to get rid of an itch or a piece of skin peeling off. Great stores of vigor stored within, they rush, dash, sprint, always in action. As they are not in actual labor as the hands, the nails are not as chipped or in-damage as the fingernails, and Ike actually cares a little for them, cutting because nails rubbing against boots grind. The skin here is most pale because the man wears socks and boots most times to avoid accidents, thus they are a papaya whip-peach mix.

His attire, for the most part, is old-fashioned, resembling the old tales of the medieval era. Ike and Mist's family were definitely into the old tales of yore, the dragons and the sages casting spells, the stories of man-beasts and all the magic. The most prized article of clothing is wrapped around the forehead: a simple dark green bandanna. It has no real significance other than Elena gave it to him as a boy, a gift for a birthday. Dyed a dirty British Racing green, the symbols near the ends are a green-yellow and represent nothing out of the ordinary; just gives a flare for the piece of fabric. Ike never leaves without the bandanna and swears he will never replace it for anything else - not without having the past significance of his mother imbued in a new bandanna. There is enough length for him to tie it and let it flap wildly to the wind, injecting an air of boldness and courage to his character.

The upper-half articles of clothing are mostly tight, constricting his movement slightly yet pleasantly. Wearing these types of attire all of his life, Ike is rather used to the feel and the restriction, even though he also does not mind the freedom wearing loose clothing offers. He sports a training garment of cobalt blue - a hiking collar resembling a turtleneck - with linings and pieces of lemon yellow, many stitching to hold together durable material; there is a matching cloth that gets tucked into belts and flows down to the calves. Belted on across the chest is a makeshift guard to protect the heart, a brown leather 'chest plate'. The left shoulder is not as naked as the right, as there is a single dull gray-brown shoulder guard to endure any blows.

For his shirt, Ike rolls the long sleeves to the middle of his arm, at where the elbow is. Along with the bandages on his hands are a set of thick black gloves with steel plated on them, open-fingered, built for extensive protection. He adorns a brown belt at the stomach and a British Racing green belt below it - with red stitching in certain places. Underneath all of this stuff is a ordinary burgundy t-shirt that shows sometimes through the flaps of the pretentious cobalt blue garment. Out of everything, the burgundy shirt is the softest, providing little guard. In the wintertime, he might ditch the shirt just for the top-layer items.

When he enters the Digital World, Ike obtains a tattered carnelian red cape outwardly, inwardly off-white. Reaching down to the lower spectrum of the calves, it seems to present oldness but accentuate the courage to move on in terrain unknown. Ike ties the fabric around his neck - over the turtleneck-collar - several times to keep from flying away. Very delicate, determined to take some scratches, Ike comes to be cautious of this new fabric randomly given to him. A lion's mane, a king's beard, an Ike's bravery.

Bottom-half bears white skin-tight pants of cotton texture. They are purely cream and seemingly fragile to the touch. Many folds manifest near the fabric that will wrap around the heel of the shoes, and the pants have absolutely no pockets to be seen. A fold is immediately seen where the fabric starts, the color of black licorice, straps left to the breeze from the back. Brown - rufous - are worn, black heels, steel-toed. Like the cobalt garment, they have seams to stitch together the touch leather. The steel-toes have saved Ike many burns and cuts before, and the years show, a couple chips here and there, a few marks to show manhood.

| R e a d | | T h e | | S o u l |

"You will get no sympathy from me."

Though a man 18 years of age, Ike still is naive to his own fault. Fencing and swordplay has not left him with knowledge to grasp upon, and this makes him a brash fellow. Also at times clueless. He is still learning the ropes of the world and its affairs, the men, the ladies, the creatures, and all beings and things existent. During his travels, the blue-haired individual will take note on the worlds between the Digital and human, any parallels to be made. His thinking is simplistic and does not delve deeper into intelligence, as it is reserved for other things. If he seems blissfully ignorant in any way, it is due to this naivety hinted with seriousness, and this same trait transcends to his mannerisms with other beings. A major contributing factor to romances, Ike is shown to have potential to grow out of it with many hardships; but, as for now, he is unable to connect many pieces of information to other aspects in life and cannot analyze situations with as much devotion as peers.

His own smarts are focused on combat and tactical planning and preparation. Ike is no muscle-head; he just has vast knowledge when it comes to training properly and speaks as such if the topic somehow spirals around anything to building the physical body. Intelligence on other aspects are kept depending on importance; Ike would rather leave all information deemed unnecessary to someone else who has an intense, passionate adoration for learning. Whoever this person is is usually the one Ike looks onto for support and to help with or gain help from in dire situations, having a dependence on this individual for planning operations or daily-life. Some subjects can confuse Ike, but he can try his best to make note of them in case of any future conflict. Significant wisdom is a necessity, knowledge is another matter. Life lessons are valued dearly for Ike.

Resourcefulness is a dessert sometimes partaken. Ike will use good information to his advantage and discard rest. From his friendly side, the young man can be seen sharing word with villagers and town citizens in hope to alleviate troubles ahead for the group, learned from past experiences. Dealing with new ordeals calls for trait, and the blue-haired male attempts to ease the emergencies to the best of his ability. If he spots combat machinery - like a catapult or harpoon - or even a plant he recognizes for healing properties, he will definitely use - abuse - them until he deems them a waste to the group's efforts. It all depends on the situation, most times.

Ike's disinterest in matters others hold goals for can make him a strange but virtuous fellow. For someone his age, he still holds no interest in getting ladies, stringing them along, all actions pertaining female anatomy. There is no desire for more money than necessary, no dream for a higher position in life, absolutely no wish for things of that nature. He is all for normalcy and peace, a world where discrimination is not prominent or subtle. If becoming something he does not want gets what he truly thinks is needed, Ike will begrudgingly accept the fact and sigh. The blue-haired man likes working before relaxing, but he acknowledges the importance of taking a break to rest the mind, soul, and body; being a total work horse only breaks backs and spirits, which is undesirable in mysterious territory.

Friendship. This is a major scope of his character. Ike values friendship and smoothing relations. Because he cannot see the point in discrimination or reasons to be so critical of others based on looks and behavior, he does not understand why everyone cannot make peace to ensure a better future. He does not mind talking with the poor and normal but has some issues with the rich at certain points. He is a friendly character, and people can note him for his equality. Ike tries to maintain good bonds and speak to others even if silent, presenting his kindness and honest views. Even if he is spited due to discrimination or whatever reason, Ike will not care or get angry; perhaps try harder to be good.

With his harsh bluntness, he treats everyone on an equal level, even the higher-ups, which can lands him in sticky situations or have himself to be pushed off a cliff of trouble that would have been easily avoided if he was much more subtle. Ike is definitely an outspoken person, not letting others trample on his views. He cannot and will not be silent, so he will open his trap and say a few words before allowing the other party to get smart. This is one trait that will probably never go away even if repeatedly reminded how many times he has crossed influential people, for he cannot let the lower-man crushed under the popular opinion.

Radiating leader like qualities but dependent on others, Ike, in his firm belief of friendship, leans on friends and family for support. His emotional and psychological states can be easily fixed by them, needed to be intact to lead people. Ike tends to take on certain burdens all alone, such as the stress of his father's killer, and a couple people can make him calm again. Despite these, Ike is entirely - once convinced - ready to direct if appointed, knowing that people need a bigger person to herd them. It comes as naturally as his father once was.

Romance skills are lacking, and thus he will probably never see a girl outside of being a friend. If she were to entice some strange emotion out of Ike, he might feel uncomfortable at first, preferring to work off than squander on petty feelings. An awkward fellow, he will have most concentration on the journey home or determination to restore the Digital World than on girls and wooing. Do not expect him to get hints either; his naivety prevents him to distinguish what is being friendly and what is 'being friendly'. Friendship over romance, that is his ideal.

Care for the band is represented in physical protection. Ike will make sure that members of the group are in no fatal situation, but he might get distracted for his own well-being. His love for them is great, and his determination to have them safe is greater. If there is a casualty, however, expectation to wallow in grief for a short time is guaranteed. Ike cannot help feel one's death is his own fault, for being weak or not having enough time to rescue someone; but, he tries to relieve himself of grieving for too long, for he knows deep down someone he holds good memories of would not want him to drown in sorrow for long. He will warn everyone to be cautious before battle and stresses to be careful and expect the worse to come. He is especially protective of Mist, his only member of family left.

Procrastination is not in his blood, but he does not have problems with others with that nature. Ike does not want to put off duties, for doing so might impede future preparations and prolong setting out again. Since he likes training, Ike might offer someone to practice. He is covering his weaknesses and strengthening vulnerable areas - so, for example, he might invite someone quick on their feet since he is lacking in the speed department, in hope to raise defenses against those fast and agile. Expect Ike to get his chores done early so everyone can get a move on faster and without much difficulty. Workaholic, he is not, but he might ask someone who is slacking why they prefer to laze about and cost the group time - with a gentle voice.

Financially, Ike is a 'necessary' buyer. If something is absolutely cardinal for the adventure, despite having a little or huge budget, he will purchase it. He might shop more should the next shopping convenience be far off in the future, just as a precaution. Money is a problem if they are short on supplies and short on cash, making Ike grit teeth in annoyance rather than worry. He is the type to attempt improvising and make-do of what they do have, preserve it, hold out until the next town comes by to replenish lost goods. Ike can be excellent handling lucre in respect to his ideology of recording expenses or whether to invest in specific items for the later shopping trip. He works for what he thinks he deserves to receive, so the guy will not urge for a raise, even if the group plead.

Trusting is common practice for Ike, garnering concern from others. He easily puts instant confidence in a stranger, disregarding any infamy or old accounts of horrible acts and crime, and Ike shrugs off his people inquiring about his habit. This goes hand-in-hand with Ike's insistence on developing good, lasting bonds, and he will say that he will take any negative consequences upon himself. In terms of betrayal, though it hurts his heart, Ike still slips his liking towards a traitor, speaking out that they had their reasons for treason; but, what he will do as a repercussion is keep a close eye on the traitor, lock him or her up if needed. Ensuring that the company is safe is above Ike's emotions.

He is not one to dwell hard on rage - and more or less tries to remain a calm camper - but Ike has a complex towards the murderer of his father. One can say he is a justice man, going against well-liked opinions - if having to - to carry out actions for what he knows is correct. A fool with a heart in the right place, Ike just wants a compensated punishment for the killer, to regain honor for his father and repay the loss and pain they - he and his sister - had to wade through like in trapping muck. Justice is not centered on himself, however, for he desires the world to have the privilege of experiencing goodness over evil intention. Ike may not have the purity his sister encompasses but there is good motivation for actions finished.

Bravery is an understatement. Testing his capabilities by a one-on-one duel or ditching help to settle personal issues is a tendency to happen, to the dismay of others. Ike is still dependent, but he has belief that private affairs must be settled by only the minimal - the parties only involved. Strength is derived from the boldness and brashness of his character, ready to duke out with the enemy. A tactic to retreat or defend rather than be on the offensive can happen; it just not as common. A will as hardcore as his physical strength is guaranteed. Ike's courage disallows him to think ahead or ponder about if his power is enough to defeat the opponent.

Overall calmness is destroyed when struck in specific places. Ike can get overwhelmed by emotion if hit right, both anger or sadness enveloping him. The moments are short-lived in comparison to teenagers with angst, and they happen to the best of people. Stress keeps him up at night. It takes shared word for Ike to revert back to normalcy, then he might apologize for his actions, depending on the situation. The man, even if he is not particularly sorry, will showcase himself as not being arrogant and dismiss believing he is in the total right all the time. So though he may not apologize, Ike will imply - in subtle tones - that he forgives the situation he may have presented.

Lastly, Ike is a tipping scale when it comes to obedience. He will take certain commands; he will not take certain commands. That is the way he works. Upon hearing commotion outside, excitement - not positive excitement, mind you - pumps in the heart, and Ike will dash out to see what is creating the ruckus, casting off any previous orders given. He allows judgment to guide his actions and throw out tasks to make sure serenity is produced, especially is concerning friends and family. He does not concern long over punishments, mentally telling himself he can make it up at a fixed point of time, certain they will not last forever. Whatever the charge he is handed, it will probably be something he has no or little knowledge in - like if he is told to stand guard in a certain area, the surroundings he has nothing on - and will follow to a specific extent before charging off. It can be really hard on what Ike will accept or not.

| P a s t | | I s | | P a s t |

"I will keep fighting."

Greil Metelli was a war hound; of a huge army, he was one of the four greatest combat specialists, generals, infamously titled "The Four Riders", closest to the top dog in caliber. He was quite happy in this position, able to support a beautiful Elena, his wife. Living together in Cardiff, Wales, they experienced the toils of fighting that may have come to them; and, frankly, it grew to be tiresome, cumbersome even. Perhaps Elena wanted a family, and being in the British Army would bloom a poisonous flower to the children, one that would sink deep in future minds; and, though Greil was proficient in the art of violence, he did not particularly always favor fighting. Greil retired to be with his wife, lived peaceful on the urban beauty of Cardiff.

With months of pestering to rejoin the Four Riders, Greil and Elena eventually departed for Scarborough, Tobago. On the governmental and political level, racism occurred from implications of racial takeover; however, the public level was safe, making it somewhat ideal for Greil and Elena. Not long after staying, Ike was born along with Mist. Their few years of staying in Tobago is where Ike and Mist developed their immunity to discrimination, as Scarborough was a predominantly African-descent populated city with a selection of Indians and Europeans (more or less Germans and Scandinavians). Mixture of English, Creole, and Tobago languages, the children grew accustomed to the differences of culture and physical features, looking into the soul rather the face or natural picking of traits.

Ike and Mist grew normally, different but naturally. The boy had interest in small skirmishes; and, though Greil and Elena might have been worried at first, they recognized that their son was not entirely engrossed in duels and was acting like a regular boy. His younger sister, much like her mother, was a gentle spirit, caring for her brother almost as much as Elena, to his dismay and happiness at times. They watched each other, gaining the smiles of their folks. Such a little quaint family of four on the island of Tobago.

In Tobago, however, tragedy struck when Ike was six-years old. Ike had gone out pretend-fighting for too long, forgetting the time as the sun started to set, thus Elena and Greil went out to look for the boy and getting themselves into a battle while they were at it. A gang tried to overpower them, and Greil used his weapon - a dagger he carried around from the old days - and disarmed them off one by one, in a fury for Ike and Elena. Frowned upon - the unneeded violence - yet he had to do so to protect his family. The man made the members flee, receiving minor injuries in the process, the wife holding tight onto her husband amidst the fight. She was scared, he was enraged, and the group was dispersing quick.

Upon seeing the sun sink lower and night approaching, Ike finally got to going home, sweating, happy yet scared of the punishment he would receive for scaring his parents. Along the trail home, the boy heard whistles, grunting and audible cacophony, and he rushed to the scene. Those blues widened and shook as his father, his hero, handling a knife, crimson spilling into the air and drooling onto the floor. Then Mother went down with a hole in her stomach, an accident as an enemy was behind her as she slipped her grip on her husband. The slash got her, but it made Greil and Ike gape their mouths, extreme horror instilled. The enemy that he originally aimed for took off, his life secured.

Under extreme exhaustion and not a person left to fend off, Greil keeled over; under trauma, Ike went down; and, in that peaceful sleep, forgot the violence, ditched the memory of a mother slain by a father, and would not feel the same grief should he have remembered. Two mysterious, strong figures, cloaks covering identities, came across the scene. One, with gloved hands, dug a disarmed knife into the still-fresh wound, pushing enough to just fit back in without creating a bigger cut, and left it in, careful of not to get any blood on himself. They both - surprisingly without difficulty - carried or dragged Greil and Ike off, cautious to not get their feet or who they were handling stained with blood.

Everyone occupied with Republic Day festivities and parades, no one held witness to the whole brawl or Elena's accidental murder. Ike could hold no testimony, and Greil condensed the grief and guilt within when the police forensic team detected one of the members being the murderer of Elena. The now family of three had packed up their misfortune and tears, pushing back their sadness when they decided to move out to Gibraltar. A new opportunity was out there, Greil said to his children. An opportunity to move on from Mother's death.

Gibraltar was a pretty prosperous country - or territory, so say researchers. Using Internet gaming, shipping, and tourism as major ecological products, the country was well, sustaining themselves instead of depending on various countries and international manufacturers as the cunning, sly United States of America - planting their companies and offices into India for cheap labor, for example of their sneaky ways - were known for. Computers were and are common machines in the homes. Many services - like bookmakers and online game operators - relocated due to minimal taxes, thus bolstering the country greatly. The family of three now inhabited Waterport - actually a populated part of the city of Gibraltar - in the middle of the country, away from the vast ocean.

Ike and Mist were raised here, forgetting little memories of Tobago and coming to think Waterport, Gibralter was their birthplace and - correctly so - homeland. While they were the minority in Scarborough, they were on equal grounds in Waterport; and, unconsciously, they retained their anti-discrimination ideals. They had fit in better than in Scarborough - where they may have in times been misidentified as German or Scandinavian people. Making their share of friends, acquaintances, maybe even enemies, Ike and Mist kind of forgot how Elena went absent in their lives, merely interjecting that she just died perhaps from sickness. Greil never fooled them; he did not tell or answer, further agreeing that she was missing from their lives and it was a terrible, unfortunate event to have happened.

Greil being the seller and maker of weapons, Ike learned further combat knowledge from his father. He was secretly apprenticing himself under his father's eye; and, along with schooling came keeping note the techniques of folding and hardening metal, fighting properly, and even taking care of the arms. Both son and man held no interest in guns and slugs, telling each other that fighting from a distance showed no true skill. In his clumsiness, Ike would burn or cut himself. Including these with good fun from the old man, he scarred but learned from his mistakes over time, smiling after pain was reduced to a minor sting. Mist, on the other hand, would only frown at their playing and ask the two be more careful else she might have to nurse them.

His years of schooling, Ike performed decently. Of course he was fit enough for gym and any physical studies, but he was more sharp in certain areas instead of being well-rounded like a straight-A, honor student. Health and English were his best fields of study; Spanish was decent, not good or bad; math and religious studies, however, fell behind till they were only passable. Sometimes his head was among the clouds, sometimes he just did not like the subject material; it is to be said, though, that he is not particularly dumb. Ike did not question the importance of one subject as he was sure they had their situations where they were most useful or would be implemented, but he just could not grasp tight around math. Psychology or any form of social class was the worst. Understanding people's problems was not the troublesome part; it was not letting emotions or ideals show or, instead, to swallow back your opinion when enraged or irritated. Outspoken, that was what he was; Ike could and did not excel with that line of thinking.

Even when puberty hit, Ike did not dabble in ladies and hearts. Sure he had friends that were girls and close friends that were girls - maybe even had a special liking, once upon a time - but the blue-haired youth could not wrap his head around having someone special when he already had two - his family. Values of friendship were of great importance, thus he was excellent in being sociable, garnering quite a band of boys. They would depend on him to dissolve tensions - without him getting enraged, of course, or struck in the right spots. Though trusting a bit too much, Ike knew who to pick and, most times, his judgment was never wrong, which gained him a bit of respect among peers. Teachers were iffy, but Ike tried to respect them as much as he did with his father - his personal teacher and trainer.

This life continued on with its cycles and repetitions until he was 18. Just a month passed since February 5th came to the family. March 28th, 2010 would be one of those days Ike would permanently ingrain into his brain, Mist a little less wanting - for she would want to forget the terribleness. It left them orphans, would have left them unable to fend for themselves should Ike not have been taught forging and selling by his father. Ike's 18th birthday would be the last one Greil would celebrate with his children.

Forests, quite useful pieces of terrain. Anyone could hide in their leafy sanctuary and, if one kept lips closed and loud noises silenced, they are practically the perfect hideout. That night, March 28th, Greil went out, leaving at an hour Ike was still awake. His boy could hear the clacking of boots, the door creaking then shutting, the taking up of a metal object which clanged against iron. For precaution, Ike waited a bit before walking off after Father with a sword. Just in case.

Catching up to him near a forest, Greil - a huge axe in hand - had told Ike to return back home; and, Ike being a stubborn pup, the father and son walked and talked for a bit. They had went over Ike having to be in charge for his sister when he - Greil - could not be around and talked little about Elena. The father had asked his son if he could remember much about the former wife, and Ike honestly replied he could recall only small bits of kindness from her. After the topic was done, the father commanded the son to go home. Ike went back towards the way home, Greil marched on forward thinking the return was fully made, then the blue-haired man rushed back, into the heart of the tree gathering.

Moon shining brilliantly above, a figure robbed in black handled a large sword with one hand, and Greil readied his choice of weapon in two. The two went for each other, guarding each themselves with clashing weapons, sweat procuring from Greil's forehead - as the other was cloaked, it was hard to tell if he was stressed from the duel. Sharing words that were gibberish - not language-wise - to Ike, they kept going at it until Father was disarmed and pushed back. The opponent flung the sword he was using near Greil, saying he wanted a better challenge, but the brown-headed man refused, instead making note who the man was under the disguise: a former student. Ike's father picked up the axe again and charged, but he was too slow in reflexes, getting stabbed right through the stomach and falling back, his son catching him in time to lighten the drop.

After more conversation was spoken, Ike tried to attack the unknown killer with his sword, yet he kept missing and was headbutted. The figure challenged the boy to a one-on-one duel should they ever met up again; and, finally accomplished the task of fighting his teacher and winning, the being ran off, Ike unable to give chase within the excuse of dizziness and concern over Greil. The wound seemed fatal, and it oozed thick liquid. Ike attempted to drag Father back to home, perhaps to make sure infection would not come into the injury. The two spoke, Greil asking Ike not to take revenge; Ike could only disagree as his beloved role model passed out and never woke up during the trip.

Evidence was minimal: shoe prints, shoe brand, type of sword, witness report, they were hard to find and could not help towards the investigation. Though eyes fell on Ike, his sword and the length of the cut did not match up, and there was no other weapon at the site. There was no clue to suggest Ike ran back home to drop off a blade, given that he had dragged Greil instantly with the wound fresh. With too much confusion going on, any suspicion of the son being the murderer was dropped, and the now family of two had asked to direct limelight elsewhere. Their names were wiped off, Father's name not reported in the news or obituary, and the case itself is still fresh should the criminal be made known. Until then, Ike and Mist lived alone, and the eldest had to support his younger sibling by taking over Greil's Mercenaries - the store he left behind. Revenge was kept in mind; Ike was not going to forget the physique of the killer. He wanted Father's name and honor to be restored while having sanity in check and gain a complete obsession for it.

Life was rough.

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