ZEPHYR, ian nolan

[Ian Nolan Zephyr]

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I go by (no one), and my time zone is (eastern). I found this site by (searching around). You can contact me (pm only).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Ian Nolan Zephyr.

AGE:

Twenty, almost twenty-one.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Human.

NATIONALITY:

American & Scottish.

OCCUPATION:

Unemployed.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

One thing that people would notice right off of the bat is Ian's somewhat dirty appearance. He managed to keep his body clean with showers and scrubbing but his clothes, though clean, are just worn, torn, and stained. He often comes off as a 'poor' person or a 'hobo' in other words. Though he comes off as 'poor' and 'dirty' that does not mean he isn't with a fighting spirit. The man has muscles. Though he isn't buff per se, he has a couple of abs and some defined muscles to get him out of tough situations. The man always has short hair, unless his 'Master' wants it long. It's short, almost buzzed-like in other words, and is of a brown hue – a medium brown, though sometimes seems to be more on the dark side. Ian has piercing blue eyes that sometimes look green depending on the lighting.

CELEB CLAIM:

Ryan Guzman Stephen Amell.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Ian is somewhat of a complex individual. To him it all depends 'on the situation' that he is in. When Ian is 'free', he's quite the free spirit, too. He's more out-going and willing to try new things. Ian loves adventure and loves a good game. He's quite the friendly guy once you get to know him, though yes, he does have an attitude. The man is a little firecracker and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He will tell you no if he doesn't want to and isn't one to be pushed-over, though on some occasions he plays the nice card. Ian is a protective fellow – owned or free as well as stubborn; but that mainly comes out when he's free or alone. However, whenever Ian has a 'Master', the man is quite submissive. Though yes, he can get an attitude and opinionated – spewing hateful words, but otherwise, the man is obedient. He's almost closed off to the world and reserved... Like any 'slave' would be. Basically, he's a decent guy to deal with if you have the patience. Sometimes he is out there and blunt, other times he is shy and reserved. It just depends on the situation he is in and whatever has happened that day.

LIKES:

Showers, being 'free', learning about history, learning about myths, angels (they're the 'good' guys, right?), movies, food, working out, rainy days, cool air, comfy places to sit, the smell if 'Irish Spring', pretty ladies, people that understand him, people that accept him, birds and other flying creatures.

DISLIKES:

Demons (they're the 'bad' guys, right?), being 'owned', being told what to do and when to do it, being restrained, spicy foods, people that look at him like he's below them, ignorance, illegals, sunny days, loud music in which gives him headaches, being pressured, body oder, being confused, not knowing the full story, violence.

SECRETS:

He's kind of a hobo... If he didn't have his 'friend'.

He's branded as a slave in the Demon realm.

FEARS:

Being a slave forever – never being 'free'.

Never having a family (he wants one so badly).

Not having a job and being poor/homeless forever.

DREAMS:

To be free, have a job, and have a family of his own.

STRENGTHS:

Strength itself, understanding, saving money, getting what he wants, he can take a quite a bit of damage.

WEAKNESSES:

Submissive to demons, when desperate – he would believe and do anything, no shame, 'free' things, authorities.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born in Dumfries, Scotland. I was the youngest child of the Zephyr family located on the south-west side of Scotland. My mother was a quiet and respectable woman that treated all her children with love and care. My father, despite his mean-looking face, was just as kind, but unlike mother, he was the one to put a foot down when enough was enough. My siblings; Fiona and Glenn, they were my best friends in my life and the closest people I could relate to other than my parents. The family was close. My infant years went by quick and so did my toddler ones. Elementary school went by decently, though sadly, I never experienced middle school fully nor even touched high school correctly for what happened to me next.

I was merely minding my own business. It was late at night, around eight or so when I decided to go to the cemetery and visit a grave. It was my uncle that I know for sure. I was looking at his grave one moment then in another I felt pain and everything went black. My speech was muffled and I felt like I was suffocating. I couldn't breath so well and then... I seriously passed out. The next thing that I knew I was in a basement somewhere. I didn't know exactly where. I didn't see the light of day for the longest time. It was in these months, these long tedious and horrific months, that I was tortured in many ways. Tortured for many weeks and many months until I was submissive and listened almost completely. It was then that I was let out of the basement and lived on the main floor of this huge mansion.

I don't remember where I was but judging by everyone's accents, I was somewhere in America. The man that 'owned' me and forced me to call him 'Master' was named Jon. He was my number one priority for a few years. Until I was twelve, I was 'handed off' to a woman named Mary Jane. She was a nice, kind woman. Though she reminded me of my father or... At least I think he was my father... I remember a man that was kind, but was not afraid to put his foot down when enough was enough. This woman... Made me her 'slave'. When I turned sixteen, I was soon branded and more truth came out from her. The tattoo was the mark of the dogs, human slaves in the demon world. Demons existed? No way. But yeah, they do exist, and everyone that was in my life was one.

I was owned and soon my mind started to... Wither away, as she called it. I was more obedient and more submissive, but now as I neared eighteen, I had more freedom. I was allowed to leave the mansion she owned and get food and such for her. I always returned back. When my eighteenth birthday came was when she got cruel. She managed to forge some documents for me – saying I was born and raised here (though I knew I was born in Scotland. For some reason, that memory didn't vanish) and that I attended high school and middle school, getting my diploma and everything. I was home-schooled in her rash and harsh ways. So I did know some things, but not as much as I should at this age.

After one day of being a rebel and back-mouthing her (something I rarely did), she had enough of me and she brought out the worst of her. Wings of crimson and darkness and claws of mercury... Was all I remembered that say she used me and tossed me aside. I was her little toy that had to obey. For the next two years, I listened to her every whim. Kneel? I knelt. Eat or starve? I did whatever she wished of me. I never mouthed her again.

One day, she had a guest come to her home. His name was Zachariah. He was also a demon. But unlike the other demons that were for the pet and master, he was against it, though acted upon it. In private, he told me to leave and gave me money – something I never had before. I knew what it was but I never really knew how the whole thing worked. Taking my I.D. And the few material possessions I had (clothes, a book that was worn, and some documents) I soon left when it struck two at night... Like the man said. I was... Free? It was that easy? I thought it was some sort of trick but I never looked back. I was scared, terrified, and didn't know what to do. All I knew was that in order to avoid confusion on direction, I just followed the rising of the sun – I ran away from the east of somewhere to the west. For a few months I was on the road; eating out of trash cans and begging for money until I managed to go into New Jersey.

Over the months, I encountered a few demons and once, I was 'owned' again for a short amount of time. I was a slave and no one knew... But like before, I escaped one day and managed to get to New Jersey. The tattoo on my back showed all demons that I was a pet... That anyone could basically own me. I was a broken toy that could play with and being a human, some weak being against demons of speed, fie, muscle and wings of the devil, I turned back into that submissive piece of crap.

One day in East Orange, I bumped into this lady and we managed to become friends. However, she was a demon and I was weary but she didn't see my back so... I was safe. She was poor, I was poor, so we made a deal to team up and work together. Though my submissive nature came out and I soon somewhat did whatever she asked. If she needed something done or wanted me to get off of the couch, I didn't ask or question it, I just did it. She found it odd, but didn't question it. Twenty years old, poor as dirt, and struggling to survive. The money that I had was barely keeping me afloat now. All I hope is for a normal life and that Mary Jane or any other demon finds out about me...

FAMILY LIFE:

Glenn is his father, whom was a blacksmith as well as a carpenter. His mother, Eleanor, was a tenant (or 'grave-keeper') at the George McKenzie Cemetery on the weekends and a stocker at a book store on the weekdays.

Fiona – eldest sister.
Glenn Jr. – brother, second eldest.

Ian lives in a mobile home with a 'friend' – i.e.; a person that needed help with the rent. They're both poor but both barely manage to pay rent and the like. Her name is Rebecca.

Mary Jane or 'Master' is or well 'was' Ian's owner. He has escaped and currently is technically not owned anymore, but she is still out there, somewhere; probably looking for him.

OTHER:

Was born in Dumfries, Scotland and doesn't really have an accent anymore (unless he's yelling or whatnot, then it shows somewhat). He does know English and Gaelic both fluently.

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