Name: Ike
Gender: Cisgender male, he/him
Sexuality: Bisexual, aromantic
Age: 25
Species: Human
Diet: Omnivore
Height: 6’3
Weight: 150 lbs
Physique: Thin, tall, and gangly
Appearance: Ike is rather rugged-looking, and not in a good way. He obviously doesn't put much effort into himself, and rarely ever does. His small eyes are dark brown and sunken. Meanwhile, the lids droop over them. Dark circles that heavily contrast with his bronze complexion mark his face. His once thin, straight nose is now crooked from being broken, adding to his likeness to looking like a hobo. Ike's hair is black and almost reaches shoulder length when let loose, and his temples are tinged with a premature gray. Like the rest of his appearance, Ike's facial hair is very unkempt but usually somewhat trimmed. Sometimes it's a stubble, other times it's much thicker. Depends on how lazy he's been. Ike is tall, ungracefully tall- his limbs seem a smidge too long. He carries himself with awful posture, adding to his exhausted aura. Like himself, Ike's wardrobe has seen better days. He has a tendency to set fire to his belongings, so many of his clothes are second-hand and/or stolen. The only constant is his bomber jacket, which is looking a bit stained after all the years of use.
Personality: Ike is very dislikeable. He is unstable at the best of times and incoherent at the worst. Ike can and will take advantage of people, and is always on guard for others trying to do the same to him. He is filled with spite towards happy people. People who have settled and are content with their lives absolutely irk him. He absolutely loathes the thought of settling, for he feels like he's always got to be in motion. Ike doesn't even care where it is he is going in life, he just has to keep moving towards it. Quiet makes him anxious. If things are too quiet, Ike can and will do something about it. Wherever he goes, trouble follows- probably due to his awful habits and knack for causing fires. Ike is a pyromaniac and will enthusiastically admit it. He likes pulling stunts and seeing them on the news the next day.
Backstory: Ike has always had an affinity for trouble, even as a child. He started out as a rebellious child with a love for mischief, but as many things do, everything went wrong with him. Ike is the product of his surroundings and a few unfortunate predispositions to personality disorders. He was born into a neglectful home, where his mother didn’t care much and his father disappeared early on in his life. As he grew, he found the easiest way to survive was to be cruel.
Ike was a bully all throughout school. He stole, cheated, and generally harassed on a whim. In the beginning, it was about survival and a general lack of self-awareness, but he started to genuinely enjoy it. He was difficult to get along with but did manage to have some sort of friendship with a bearded vulture girl named Zelda. When she was around, she was Ike’s impulse control. Though, she couldn’t always put a stop to his antics. The two were arrested, and Ike became a convicted arsonist at the age of 15. He was held at a juvenile detention center for a while and was taken to a correctional school upon release. Ike hated his time there but complied in order to be let off the hook early.
Once out, and discovering that his friend has deserted him, Ike became furious. He had set many fires up to this point, but none would ever compare to the time he turned his mother’s trailer into an inferno. To escape, he stole a guitar and hitchhiked with a band of college dropouts to play music. This did not end well. Aside from enjoying the highs at after-parties, his time with the band was miserable. This was where he learned just how far people will go to take advantage of others. Enraged by the band's treatment of him, he took a tank of gas and doused the interior of the touring van before throwing in the flaming instrument. He hasn't touched music since and hitchhiked away to the city of New York.
There, Ike hopped between shelters and odd jobs. At age 19 he set his second fire when he was at a co-worker's apartment, presumably out of fear. After spending a very questionable night together, he turned the oven on. He purposefully left flammable household materials nearby when they left for work. This was the first time he saw his work make it onto the local news. Of course, he never made it to his job that day and instead had his first run-in with the black market. Ike, being human, was very unfamiliar with it. After hanging around, he found that it was a place with easy access to illegal drugs and decided to stay.
The story of Ike becoming the leader of a prominent animal gang called The Catalysts is an interesting one. They specialized in drug trafficking, so he became entangled with them pretty quickly due to his lifestyle choices. He was recruited mostly because he was human, and humans were “less suspicious”. Ike, for whatever reason, grew very close to the leader, who behaved somewhat like a father figure to him. The Catalysts’ leader was a middle-aged lion who enjoyed chemistry and power named Cedar. Cedar was murdered under mysterious circumstances when Ike was around 24. News of his death hit Ike hard, but he inherited Cedar’s position as leader of The Catalysts.
Currently, Ike is still grieving, but he has proven himself to be just as ruthless as Cedar could be. What Ike lacked in claws and fangs, he made up for with illegally modified firearms and a low tolerance for ANY bullshit. There have been murmurs and a bit of outrage of a HUMAN leading an animal-based organization, but Ike has made it a personal mission to forcefully remove anybody who dares speak against him. He is also recruiting bodyguards and mercenaries to protect himself. He recently recruited Zelda and is somewhat making an effort to mend their old friendship.
Class: Undefined
Occupation: Currently the leader of a crime syndicate (The Catalysts running the black market drug scene in New York)
Relationships:Zelda (Bearded Vulture) - “Friend”, Cedar (Lion) - Guardian (Deceased)