"What makes us who we are?"
Commodore Ignis Scientia, mercenary for hire, currently employed by the Niflheim Empire
Companion sideblog to ignisxmilitaris
Canon Divergent | Independent | Semi Selective |
Bold any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
Rules: Repost, please do not reblog!
the dark â fire â open water â deep water â being alone â crowded spaces â confined spaces â change â failure â war â loss of control â powerlessness â prison â blood â drowning â suffocation â public speaking â natural animals â the supernatural â heights â death â dying â intimacy â rejection â abandonment â loss â the unknown â the future â not being good enough â scary stories â speaking to new people â poverty â loud noises â being touched â forgettingÂ
Tagged by: @pendragonheir
Tagging: [ yeah, still donât know who to tag with these ]
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He did look right at their direction, but fate seemed to have other plans for that day, and blessed was the custumer who passed in front of them the exactly moment the blond man peeked at their corner. After a minute or so, he finally gave up on finding him there and walked away from the entrance. âCoast is clear.â She announced, happy to not have to keep watching for possible troubles. It was her first day there, the last thing she needed was a headache. âYou may rest now. He just left.â Becca rested against the back of her seat, directing her attention back at her companion.
The brunette listened to him carefully, nodding at his answer. After his introduction, the whole reaction at the over toasted coffee beans and his explanation on how to fix it with salt made much more sense to her. âPleasure to meet you, Ignis. Iâm Rebecca, soon to be one of the newbies at the Altissia Institute of Technology.â She was expecting some more nose turning after her own introduction, this time at her and not at the coffee. Most people would call her a nerd and a loser right then and there. She was actually used to that, so it didnât really bother her anymore. âNo apologizes needed, neither the treat.â She gently pushed back the napkin with half the confection. âIt is fine, really. I am just happy to help. And glad he is gone, so now you can start your day withoutâŚwell, whatever problem that man represents to you.â
Since Ignis didnât need her aid with anything else, her hands started to work on placing her laptop back at her bag, and the said bad on her shoulder and across her chest. âIf you can excuse me, I have to go now. It was nice talking to you. I hope you have a good day.â Becca moved as to stand up and leave.
âThank. The. Six.â Casting his eyes to the heavens, he lets out a relieved sigh at the announcement that the man had left the premises and shifts up to sit properly in the seat, bundling the offered half treat in a napkin and placing it back in the bag for later. âIf I had known he was going to be a possessive bastard, I never would have slept with him.âÂ
âPleased to meet you as well, Rebecca, and may I offer you congratulations on getting into the technology institute? Iâve heard itâs very particular when accepting new students.â he says with a smile, saluting her with his cup before taking a swallow.
âHave you started your classes yet, or at least settled in? Iâve only been here for a little over six months, but I would like to repay you in some way for helping me avoid a scene. May I show you the city at least?â
your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse
and more â !!
So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and thatâs okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesnât know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.
you want your muse to be an ass to mine? thatâs fine â just donât whine when your muse doesnât come out of it unscathed.Â
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For a moment, she honestly doubted the stranger would share his troubles with her, after all, why would he bother? It was quite the surprise when an answer was given. Eyes followed the direction pointed for her, finding a tall blond man looking inside of the cafe, probably searching for someone. That sounded like a bad break up judging by the way the person next to her was describing him, but it was none of her business so she kept her mouth shut, despite the growing urge to giggle.
âNo problem at all, I have nothing planned for today so I can spare a few more minutes here. Also, there is no need to pay me anything, Iâm happy to help. Would you like me to tell you when he leaves?â Her gaze fell back at the man sitting with her, and for the second time a small smile made its way into her features when his face flinched after tasting the coffee. âNot of your liking?â Small talk wasnât something Becca was good at, yet, if she would have to spend some time with him, maybe it would be better if they talked? Hopefully it could make things less awkward and call less attention of the man at the entrance.
âIf you would be so kind? It is my hope that he believes me to be as friendless as he, and wonât think to look in this direction.â Sipping at the coffee again, he finds the bitterness is down to a more manageable level.
âNot to be snobbish about the coffee, but their supplier burns their beans with abysmal regularity. I find adding salt dissipates the bitterness well enough, since I currently have no other means of preparing my own.â He opens the bag containing his breakfast confection and removes it, carefully breaking it into two parts. Setting each part on separate napkins, he pushes one towards her, and holds out his hand.
âIgnis, student of the culinary school here in Altissia. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner.â
This blog was inspired by THIS POST by Fran. Commodore Scientia is not meant to remove Aranea and her contributions from the game at all, he is more of a âwhat if Ignis didnât grow up in Insomnia.âÂ
Last update on 10/15/17.
Younger self:
Mother is Lucian, was a diplomat assigned to Lucian embassies in other countries, her last posting was to Tenebrae
Father is Tenebraen, liaison to the Lucian embassy while his mother was assigned there
He was working as a page in the embassy when he was old enough (about 6 or 7)
Was enrolled in the training classes all pages are required to attend, both educational courses as well as martial arts and defense courses
The weapons master recognized his flexibility and sorted him into the appropriate class when the time came
Primary weapon became lance, secondary was daggers
He was still in Tenebrae when the Lucian king brought his son to the queen for healing and during the attack by Niflheim (he was about 9/10 years old.)
He caught glimpses of the Lucian prince during his duties as a page
He was curious about him, but did not get the opportunity to approach him before the attack launched by Nilfheim
His mother died during the attack and he does not know what happened to his father
Essentially an orphan now, he was collected by Nilfheim troops and placed in a Niflheim-run âboyâs homeâ/orphanage
One of the other boys in the group he was assigned to found he was half Lucian and used him as an emotional punching bag over the course of a few weeks, which then evolved into being a physical punching bag - this lasted about as long as it took for Ignis to find a pole of an appropriate length (he ended up dismantling a broom) and come up with a plan
He broke his glasses (and his nose) but won the fight - however, the other boys refused to have anything to do with him after
He had to do without after breaking his glasses - the orphanage didnât have the funding to replace them and didnât see the need as his eyesight wasnât terrible, things only got fuzzy at a great distance.
The ostracizing spread into the school they all attended, and he was left without friends throughout middle school
For the next several years, he focused on his studies and practicing with his weapon instead, getting top marks in classes but frustrated at his lack of teacher for lance instruction - he practiced what he remembered from the instructors in Tenebrae, but didnât know what to do to advance his techniques
During this time, he learned how to cook his own food, as the orphanage and school food was unappetizing
High school/college age:
When he took the exams to move forward into the next level of schooling, he was quickly snapped up by a sort of âofficer/specialists schoolâ that was looking for children with specific abilities and skills
The school taught comportment and manners; how to conduct oneself while at formal events, among the nobility, and among the rank and file; tactics; and ruthlessness in command of the battlefield and in one-on-one combat, as well as certain specialized military/combat career paths.
He was able to find a teacher to further his lancework
They also had him continuing to learn daggers as part of his curriculum
He was also able to further his culinary education - the school pushed for self sufficiency in itâs students, and to cultivate a multitude of skills that could be of use once they graduated
Spoilers and extras below:
Same time as the game:
He is currently working for the Niflheim Empire, in the military
Commodore is just a general rank they gave him as a mercenary, heâs not in the military chain of command in anything other than the unit they put him in - he could just as easily be Captain or LieutenantÂ
He could be a complete fateswap with Aranea - she is Noctâs advisor and tactician, or
He could be one of Araneaâs underlings/soldiers, similar to Biggs and Wedge, or even a student of herâs
Post game:
To be added later
Personality and Miscellany:Â
He smokes. And drinks. Not to excess, but heâs not a stranger to it. He still has his coffee addiction.
Doesnât put much stock into the Six, prophecy, and fate
If the cards are played right, he can be convinced to stop working for the Empire
He has a hatred of his Lucian heritage; after all, if it werenât for them, Tenebrae would not have been attacked and he would not be an orphan.
Due to various incidences, having his heritage pointed out is likely to piss him off
Most of his relationships with other people are hookups/one night stands (see below)
Hidden headcanons: (things that would not be considered common knowledge)
The people running the âofficer/specialistâ school could not believe their luck in finding a Scientia outside of Lucis
He was placed into rigorous training to bring out the most in his abilities
Perfection was demanded of him, and punishment swift if he failed
He was instructed in not only the techniques of a dragoon, but also in espionage, assassination, and sabotage
The school also instilled in him a âuse or be usedâ attitude
Donât make personal connections or develop feelings for others, as all it does is create openings that can be used against you
Others only have value in what they can do for you (advancement in position, completion of a job, etc,) and they will only keep you around in order to get something of value from you
âApologies for invading your space; I wouldnât normally throw myself on the mercy of strangers, except my need was rather dire.â Ignis points over his shoulder in the direction of the entrance before popping the lid off the to-go cup and blowing a bit on the coffee to cool it. âDo you see the bloke by the door? Somewhat tall, blonde, wearing a red jacket? Looks like he has a stick the size of Ramuhâs staff shoved up his arse?â
He takes a small sip of the coffee, flinching a bit at the taste (why do places overroast their beans so much,) and reaches for the salt to add to it before continuing.
âI would rather not deal with the prat at the moment, so if you would allow me to impinge upon you until he makes his exit, I would gladly repay you, mayhap something from the bakery side of the cafe?â
Standing in line to place his order, Ignis casts another baleful glare at his phone, where yet another text notification appeared. That was five now. Five, within the last three minutes. Not counting the eight he woke up to, and another seven on the way to get breakfast. It was far too early to put up with this nagging, he hadnât even gotten coffee yet (his machine had finally bit the dust last week, forcing him to get overpriced âartisanalâ coffee concoctions from a cafe until he could get a replacement.) He rolled his eyes and clicked the button to turn the screen off before sliding the phone back into his jacket pocket as the line moves forward, allowing him to step up to an empty register.
Once his order is entered and paid for, he makes his way towards the pickup area, pulling his phone back out when he feels it buzz from another notification.
< I *will* come find you if you donât answer me.
His scowl deepens and he taps out a quick response.
                    Stay wherever the hell it is you are, and leave me be. >
The barista calls out several orders over the din of the cafe, his among them. He moves towards the counter to grab his coffee and tart before heading into the dining area, glancing around for an unoccupied table. As his gaze travels past the group of people entering through the main entrance of the cafe, his eyes snap back to one man in particular and he bites back a curse.
âSorry, love, just need to borrow this spot for a bit.â It was pure luck that he was right by a booth with only one occupant, but he would count his blessings later; right now, he needed a place to hide. Practically diving into the empty side, Ignis slouches down as far as he can to make sure he canât be seen over the back of the booth and sends a quick prayer to whatever may be listening for his luck to continue, that he wasnât spotted by the one person in the entire city he just could not stand to talk to right now.
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This blog was inspired by THIS POST by Fran. Commodore Scientia is not meant to remove Aranea and her contributions from the game at all, he is more of a âwhat if Ignis didnât grow up in Insomnia.â
Potentially, there will be NSFW art and writing shared on this blog. It will be tagged as such.
Romantic ships are possible with discussion prior. I wonât automatically ship, and believe that chemistry must be present.
Still debating between single and multi-ship for this blog; if the decision falls on multiship, each ship will be itâs own verse.
Unless, of course, MAXIMUM DRAMA is wanted (and discussed by all interested parties.)
I donât mind smut, but will be selective in partners.
Dark themes are generally ok. If Iâm not comfortable with something I will say so.
About the only triggers I have is unexpected sight of blood, and human-on-human violence. Not sure if they qualify as triggers, but violence towards animals and any type of abuse tend to piss me off and make me want to break faces. Still willing to do these themes in RP.
Will not RP smut if not 18+. Will not RP dark themes if not 16+. This applies to both muses and muns.
I am pretty laid back as far as general RP goes; I donât mind if it takes time for a response, Iâm happy to interact with you!
With that in mind, I am not the fastest writer, and I also work a fast paced office job that requires me to provide immediate responses. If thereâs downtime, I can work on other things, but usually have to limit writing to lunch breaks and after work.
The muse can be fickle - translate: heâs kind of an ass - and it does not help that I am distracted easily, or that I canât easily slip into RP mode - I will keep picking at a response until it solidifies, but it may take a while.
I will try to respond to things in the order that I receive them in, muse permitting.
Canon, OC, and other fandoms friendly, and I donât mind multiples.
In the interests of mental health, I donât do greeter posts - Iâve considered them, but I have doubts about my ability to keep up with them or track them well.
No set style for RP; Iâve done para, multi-para, some one line, and random crack threads.
Starters tend to get long! Donât feel you have to match the length in your response!
Effort to match length is appreciated, effort to match effort even more so; donât do just one word/sentence responses if Iâve given you a paragraph or more.
Icons are not necessary. This muse is non-canon, so I donât have much to draw from for icons; when I do, they will be of Canon!Ignis in his Kingsglaive gear.
Feel free to turn an ask into a thread! You can move it to a new thread or leave the ask at the top, or I can trim threads if youâre not able to because of mobile or whatever.
Please, no godmoding. If you need my character to take a specific action, please discuss with me?
Feel free to like RPs, ask responses and such, but please donât reblog if youâre not involved.
Reblogging headcanons is ok.
When in doubt, ask! The worst that can happen is that Iâll say no.
I practice Reblog Karma - if Iâm not comfortable sending something with the meme, Iâll reblog from the source when possible. I donât mind if someone reblogs a meme without sending me something, but try not to do it all the time.
You wanna plot? Letâs plot! You wanna bounce headcanon ideas? Iâm down! You wanna just talk? Drop me a line!
I have Dis.cord, user name given on request.
If Iâm awake and not busy, I will usually answer pretty quick.
In the interests of keeping the dash focused, I wonât follow back on personal blogs. This is nothing against them, I am just better able to focus on the RP when I donât have to slog through other subjects.
General rule of thumb: if a post has a time stamp ending in :00, :15, :30, :45 minutes, it was a queued post. So things may go out, but Iâm not around.
Passwords are not necessary with me; I will read rules and abouts if Iâm not on mobile, prior to following back.
Your hate mail will be graded, and subsequently mocked.