|Hero||Background & Trivia||Strategy|
Among all the things that Ian knows, there is one more important to him than any other: he is the best. This is no banter, merely a fact. On the very day he was born, mana peaked and fluctuated for miles around the little elfen child; some say, in fact, that such power was concentrated there that reality itself was ripped. In his fifth year, he ridiculed two of the best mages in the empire as he snuffed the power from their very finger with a twist of an arm. Mana cataclysm? Divine influence? Mere random chance? Nobody seemed to be sure how such a young child, even among the magically inclined elfen, could possess such power, moreso since Ian, now a teenager, was becoming more and more adept at evading examination, and one day, bored with the interest in him, just left home and disappeared.
The teenager grew up to be an adult, his magic ever and ever greater, and his personality ever and ever more flamboyant and megalomanic. Ever amused by the feeble attempts of lesser mages to increase their weak powers through complex formulas and rituals, Ian took on the role of the troublemaker, travelling around the lands of the Elfen: interrupting an incantation here, scrambling a binding circle there, snapping all mana from the room at the moment of the climactical chant somewhere else. Invariably, his practical jokes would cause tremendous destruction, while Ian himself was either away or calmly sipping a drink while enjoying the sights the middle of the ensuing firestorm. This, eventually, became too much for anyone to bear, and almost every single mage, wizard, witch, warlock, even necromancers decided to set aside their differences to get rid of the one who had inadvertently become the bane of all magic users.
Ian was sleeping in a newly-made and still slightly smoldering glade he had made for himself to spend the night when he was woken up by the unmistakable whistle of magic at work. At first he simply erected a simple magic wall, only to be hit by suprise as, for the first time in his life, it shattered under the cabal's enormous powers. Ian continuously cast defensive spell after defensive spell, summoned magic assault after magic assault, indeed reducing to charred piles a great many of his opponents; but in the end there were just too many, and Ian, incapable of understanding his own defeat, continued to blindly fight even as he was being held and bound in antimagic runes.
His life was spared, however, because those who had captured him thought death too small a punishment for all that he had caused: he was given to the authorities of the empire and locked in a dungeon, supposedly to never see the light again. He however remained for only a short few weeks: The demon invasion had broken out, and help was needed wherever you could get it from. His magic bound and weakened, closely watched, Ian was put to work in fighting the demons on the side of the empire, ever watchful of a crack by which he could escape to take his revenge on those who had bound him.
- "Talent without discipline is doomed to wither. I shall joyfully await the day his talent will bloom and his hatred will burn." — Bree, the Yell of the Undead
- "Cheater!" — Renso, the Fierce Warrior
- Ian's fun name is Cancer.
- Mo Jen