"Good day, Professor." Said a cheerful looking Dhampir as he stepped within the confines of the classroom, looking more bright-eyed and healthy than was usual for him. Ian then smiled at the teacher and gave him a nod, and proceeded to sit down at the closest available desk. Placing a dark container with a straw atop the table, the boy let his backpack hang from the back of his chair while he withdrew his wand. Taking a gander at the plant and seeing the theme of a class, he didn't have to be present to know what he had to do; unfortunately, that didn't exactly came with the knowledge of how to perform the spell proper. He took a sip of his drink through a straw poking out of the closed container - fresh blood, given to him earlier by what he hoped to be legal means - and thought about what the spell would have to be so he could be successful in revitalizing the poor plant. The students' backs, unfortunately, were shielding their spells from view so he couldn't copy. He ended up raising an arm. "Professor, I apologize, but can you repeat it real quick? I'm afraid I've missed how to perform the spell."
Ian Travers earned a Medal School Superstar Level One
Ian Travers earned a Medal Class Champion Level One
Unlike how two of his colleagues were feeling about the class, Ian was as chipper as ever - the fact he had started to feed better within the past month was very visible in his face with a brighter and smoother complexion, and he seemed to look far more energetic than the norm. The Dhampir was looking forward to see what kind of effect the blood he had been consuming on the regular would have on his magic. He was already a good student by all accounts, but perhaps it would make him breeze past the Intermediate set of skills. Or was he being too arrogant to think that? "Good day, Professor." He greeted the teacher with a grin as he stepped into the room. His voice seemingly caught someone else's attention, though. "Ian! Hey, Ian! Over here!" A certain Spencer waved her arms to grab his attention - a successful endeavor, as the boy waved at her prior to walking her way, sitting down at one of the desks by her side. "Good day to you t--" "Thank Merlin somebody showed up, I thought I was gonna die in here." Noticing the boy's confusion, she ruffled his hair, which made him lower his head on reflex. "There's nobody here, man! Chances are I'd fall asleep in no time flat." "I'll try to stop that from happening, then." He reassured the Spencer. He wasn't sure how, exactly, as Amber had a bit too much energy, even for him; but, one thing he could say for sure, was that he would do his best.
Ian Travers earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level One
- 1st Year - 1st Year: West Australian School of Wizardry
- 1st Year - Current: Tallygarunga, Flinders House
- Born Ian Benjamin Bowen;
- Connected to a criminal family in Perth, from which his older sister May did everything she could to remove him;
- Used to play piano;
- Has panic attacks when near pianos;
- His sister meets his Dhampiric needs by supplying him with human blood regularly.
- Registered Dhampir;
- Doesn't enjoy talking about his childhood or parental lineage, but brightens up if his sister is mentioned;
- Practices parkour often;
- Expert melee combatant;
- Competent duelist, and part of Tallygarunga's Dueling Club;
- Great cook;
- A bit too fond of helping people;
- Relentlessly optimistic.
Ian Travers easily comes off as the kind of guy that will always have an infectiously bright smile on his face just to cheer you right up. He doesn't need to talk about himself: you're in the spotlight now, and you have to deal with it. That's all that seemingly matters to the boy - people pleasing.
While not actively looking out for trouble, Ian is an outgoing, kindhearted soul looking to make people's days better. He's confident others will let him in should he side by them long enough, and sticks by them long after, no matter what. Forgiveness is a blessing, one Ian possesses too much of, and is eager to share. He truly believes there's always a greater side to people, at least much better than what they let on - and thus, no matter how rotten someone is made out to be, he always does his best in helping them out of their troubles.
Such an obsession with optimism and selflessness turns out to easily be quite the chore, as he often neglects his own issues in favor of others, or gets thrown into less than ideal situations. Despite such, he always makes his attempt to battle at it with a smile. Life just has to get better, he has lived through it already!
Due to a mostly positive upbringing and tight bonds, as well as encouraging from his sister, Ian has no fear in chasing dreams, at least the ones mentioned to be good for him. Due to such self neglect, he never truly thought about what he wants out of life, lingering simply on the constant advice of becoming a competent combatant due to his familial connections and Dhampir abilities. He's also been complimented on his cooking abilities, and so started investing in them.
He is somewhat impulsive and nosy, constantly helping whether people like it or not. It sometimes comes out as annoying, and his inhuman persistence in such matters tends to only worsen the situations. He doesn't seem to understand why, as helping is a good thing, and people shouldn't go through issues alone. In his opinion, people needed all the help they could get.
He's pretty laid back and doesn't call for attention towards himself, typically going quite under the radar for most. Such a thing, ironically enough, makes him happier, as others are getting the attention they deserve in his warped point of view. Heck, he does it to them whenever he can!
Ian stands at 173 cm, barely surpassing his sister in height. He has very lean musculature from a combination of his Dhampir lineage with the daily exercising regimen he puts himself through, having been told to be in the best shape he could at all times. His fingers are quite elastic due to all his practice with the piano, as well as cooking.
He normally keeps a formal posture as he was taught to do early in his youth, but a friendly, relaxed smile betrays that intention. He has been described as handsome, yet not overly so to catch every woman's eye as he walks by. His eyes are dark brown, having occasional dark circles under them due to sleeping disorders, and his hair is brown as well, often combed with gel in an effort to tame its naturally wild disposition.
He prefers to wear darker colors in general, and his choice of clothing often leans towards jeans, tennis sneakers, hoodies and leather jackets. The most commonly used part of his wardrobe is actually an accessory, however - a simple pendant constantly hanging from his neck under his shirt, a gift from his late mother.
Ian was born to Kelvin and Julia Bowen, in Perth. The father was an important figure in an underground Dhampir crime family, specialized in extortion, in heavy competition with other families as well as within key figures of his own; the mother was a pianist whom had unfortunately been roped into the family's dealings, and her job made it so she was rarely home due to a variety of tours. He also had a few siblings - May, nearly 12 years older than himself, and Dalton, whom was only two years younger than their oldest sibling.
As Julia could rarely be present due to work, Kelvin was the one to bond with Ian first, making his older brother very jealous of his 'new baby' status, which stole attention he rightfully deserved. His dad tended to show him his mother's performances either on TV or pre-recorded footage, rarely having the opportunity to go watch her live due to his own choice of employment. From a very young age, Ian took a liking to the instrument, starting to play around with its keys as young as age four, all by himself.
No one knew of such a thing for a little while, but he proved himself to be an abnormal talent at such a thing. He learned entire compositions by ear over the years, made his own, and was highly praised as a prodigy by his own mother. Being the only one with musical talent among the siblings, Julia decided to take it upon herself to further instruct Ian in the ways of the piano during her time between tours.
His brother became even further jealous as he aged. Being comfortable enough to live on her husband's profits, Julia eventually decided to give up her career so to properly guide such a prodigy. He was far better than she'd ever been, and she had a number of years stacked under her belt, thus being able to teach the boy what she had learned from experience.
Tragedy struck happy Ian at the tender age of nine, as he was being coached once again by his mother. In a drunken stupor, his older brother, whom hadn't turned out so well - he fully embraced the criminal nature of the family and refused to be transferred out for school, embedding himself in that sort of life earlier than he probably should have - walked into the practicing room to yell at his mother, who was playing the piano. As she told him to go to sleep because he was visibly inebriated, he snapped, slamming its front lid down against Julia's skillful fingers while Ian watched on. It was done with so much force that, after the proper magical treatment took place, her fingers were still such a mess that she was told she would never be able to play again.
Grief stricken and thrown into the figurative bottom of the well at such a loss, Ian soon found himself quitting the instrument as well. He got no joy from it anymore. He couldn't think of anything other than what his talent made his mother sacrifice. He wasn't worth more than others, why should he focus on himself only?
Out of pure regret, Dalton came later to him for help, apologizing profusely. He had become a mess out of parental neglect, which he had blamed on Ian until then, and found his actions inexcusable. Ian decided to help him get over his addictions - gambling, drugs, alcohol, all at such a young age - and get Dalton back on his feet.
Despite his age and childlike innocence, after focusing on Dalton entirely, Ian was undeniably successful. A new man, Dalton became close friends with his little brother, enrolling into college in an attempt of breaking away from the family's dealings as well. Seeing as he aws far more successful with helping than at being a performer, Ian was quick to switch his effort to such a thing, gradually starting to neglect his own needs and wishes. In his newly warped point of view, things got better - his family was united, and he made people happy. And that made him happy. And he never wanted it to stop. He clung ever so desperately to such a need to give his own life meaning again. He told himself it was the best thing for him over and over and over again, to the point he genuinely started to believe it.
Disaster struck once again as he enrolled in the West Australian School of Wizardry. War had broken out in the seedy underworld of Perth, with his family at its center. The bloodshed was such that it prompted his sister, whom had been entirely removed from the family's dealings from a young age, to return in order to ensure things wouldn't completely fall apart. Unfortunately, both their parents and brother met their end separately in various attacks, either from direct confrontation or being tracked down. May, whom had just brokered a deal with the Ministry of Magic, managed to convince them to protect Ian's life in exchange for her services.
He was removed from his school, and his file was erased from the WA Dhampir registry. He was given a new surname (Travers, his sister's choice) and registered again in the VA registry, seemingly loosely associated with a mostly extinct Dhampir sect of the region. Finally, he was transferred to Tallygarunga, the school that his sister had enrolled in during all those years she had been away. He was effectively completely removed from his former life, and had to start anew.
His life in the new school came to him as a sharp contrast to the chaos back in Perth. He didn't have much to concern himself with. All he had to do was study, and, on his sister's advice, to become a proficient combatant and duelist just in case things went awry. He never gave himself much time to grieve his family, throwing himself into the aforementioned tasks and into his purpose in life: helping others. But, now that the criminal war is over and his sister returned to his life, can he finally let himself focus on his own needs? Or will everything come to a boil sooner or later instead?