Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25270243-20150203005815/@comment-5443334-20150205195202

Well damn Rnizam, that's actually a pretty big piece of the plot right there.

Name: Ignis

'''Summary: Despite the irony of his name, Ignis is an inhabitant of the water. He works best with water, which would explain why he doesn't live in the desert. As in inhabitant of the Lynx Island, an island not yet discovered by the masses, Ignis has yet to have a taste in war. His professions are somewhat broad, but this entails that he is only average in each of his professions. His story will start off with a wayward storm that originated above Spire throwing his sailboat off course.'''

Darkness. Only the dark accompanied Ignis under the ravenous waves of the storm, and it scared him. Ignis had been born under the cover of darkness, molded by it. He had felt the light of day when he was just a man, and even then it blinded him. This was completely different. The darkness here did not accept him, and it scared him.

With another rush of the currents, Ignis' head was now above the frigid waters, revealing a wealth of air to breathe. Through a series of sputtering coughs and colassal sized walls of water crashing over him, Ignis heaved a gutteral cry; a cry of disbelief and uncertainty. Having lived for years amongst the Lynx, surrounded by the calm waters that licked the shores of the island, he never knew the ocean was capable of such savage events.

In the distance, Ignis could see a good portion of his sailboat's sail fly up into the sky, then disappear into the clouds. In disbelief, he summoned his faltered strength in an attempt to reach the last location of his vessel. Pulling out into a forward crawl style stroke, which he discovered to be an extremely efficient stroke in terms of speed and energy, Ignis made quick work traversing through the open water. Not too much time had passed when Ignis had felt completely disorientated, but he felt certain he was near the spot where his sail flew up into the sky.

Too much happened too fast. Another debilitating wave crashed over Ignis, submerging him half through a breath. Lightning struck a nearby rock island, leaving a streak of white in his vision. Without warning, the dark silhouette of the sailboat appeared from under the ocean's surface, coming in at mach speed. The end of the hull slammed right into Ignis' head, nearly dropping him then and there. Through a fading vision, he managed o see what looked like the light of day, but that seemed impossible since there were still storm clouds as far as the eye could see. And with that, Ignis slipped from consciousness, his body now at the mercy of both the storm and whatever else was out there.

''Ignis might wake up on a Large Sailboat or something, or even on the shores of the desert island. Yay.''