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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION Team Rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK Grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM Prompto Argentum from Final Fantasy XV

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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Ignatius wasn't made a criminal——he was born one.[break][break]


Well, that's what he tells himself, anyway. It's not entirely untrue: his father is a well-connected money launderer who possesses an uncanny ability to make bad situations go away. His mother? Well, she's just an absent alcoholic. Marrying someone like Loren White will do that to a person.[break][break]

Ignatius only ever wanted to make his dad proud. He completed jobs without question from a young age, always following his father's footsteps, for better or worse. It worked out, because his father expects him to take his place someday, as he had for his father, and so on. Organized crime is the family business.[break][break]

At thirteen, Ignatius' father bred an Absol for him. Another family tradition. Ignatius kept a watchful eye on the egg, and when his starter finally hatched, he named her Vesper. She never hesitates to protect her companion, even if she does have an attitude problem, to say the least.[break][break]

By the time he was twenty, Ignatius was shooting up the ladder in his little crime bubble world. He's all about the grind and hustle of work, work, work. Being busy keeps him from thinking about the atrocities he regularly commits and the people his actions impact. He struggles to make goals of his own, so he's restless and needs orders from dawn 'til dusk. He takes nothing else in life seriously.[break][break]

A few months back, Ignatius failed an important job. He'd never made such a colossal miscalculation in his life. His dad threw him against a wall——having never laid a hand on his son before——and said to him, "I can't have you fucking business up for me. I can't spend all my time cleaning up your fucking messes, little boy. You're smearing the family name. If you wanna fuck up your life, go ahead, but don't fuck up mine along the way. Get the hell out of Johto until you can work without shitting all over everything I've worked for. Understand?"[break][break]

For a moment, Ignatius couldn't breathe. Then, when he'd inhaled just enough, he said, "Yes, sir," and shuffled up to his room like a teenager grounded for breaking curfew.[break][break]

But where to go? There were so many regions, and he knew next to nothing about any of them. Ignatius sat at his desk, Vesper stretched out on the bed behind him. He spun his childhood globe around and around, watching the blues and greens swirl together.[break][break]

Closing his eyes, Ignatius spun it hard, waited a few seconds, and slapped a finger down on the globe.[break][break]

"We're going to Hoenn," he announced to his Pokemon, who merely looked at him through half-opened eyes and sighed.[break][break]

Some longtime friends pooled together for a party and caught a Shinx as a goodbye gift to Ignatius, wishing him well and insisting he call to catch up sometime. He named her Elektra.[break][break]

After some careful networking back home, he secured a position as a grunt in the new Rocket organization creeping through the region. Perfect, right?[break][break]

The moment he got off the boat, directions for his first assignment scrawled on a crumpled napkin, he felt restless. Something was off. When was the last time he'd gotten his adrenaline going? Felt the familiar thrill of committing a crime?[break][break]

Too long. That needed to be fixed, post-haste.[break][break]

An opportunity presented itself in the form of a small farm. It probably wasn't even profitable. In the middle of the night, Ignatius swooped in with his Pokemon and stole an egg. An alarm went off, but Vesper was faster than the farmers, and they disappeared into the night.[break][break]

Only a few days later, the egg hatched into a Treecko, whom Ignatius named Thyme.[break][break][break]

In terms of personality, Ignatius is restless. He's not satisfied unless he's busy. He doesn't like to think about what he's done, because self-reflection is for people who've done bad things, and he's only ever done what others told him to... right?[break][break]

Socially, Ignatius is charming and laid back. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and can read a room pretty well. He likes it when others are at ease around him and goes to great lengths to achieve that feeling. These traits provide self-justification for his criminal activity——if other people like him, he's surely not such a bad guy. But hey, he also genuinely enjoys being around others. He likes the spotlight and he loves praise.[break][break]

Overall, Ignatius lacks real direction, long-term goals, and positive role models. If he'd been raised in another environment, surely he'd be sharing more positivity with the world, perhaps in the sciences or as a ranger——of course, he's young and has every opportunity to turn himself around. But as it stands, Ignatius doesn't realize that his life is his own, and he thinks that crime is his destiny.