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Description
Close-clipped black hair, that despite his best efforts curls slightly over one ear. Cruel brown eyes look out over a too-wide nose. Square jaw that looks like it's never had hair grow on it.
Roughly 6'2 and muscular, he cuts nowhere near as intimidating a figure as Isak. Enjoys wearing a fedora.
Personality
A bit of a flirt, he knows how to take his current circumstances and twist them to get a good outcome.
Also loves to act insane to unsettle others. Very arachnophobic, considering he was killed by a giant spider.
Equipment
His cane, which is in fact a cane-shaped PORTAL that he summons his spear through.
Fedora.
History
Killed in the mid-1600s, Ignatius, then known as Durante [some other last name] was an Italian winemaker. One day, while... Sampling his wares, an enormous spider came to his vineyard. Taking this as a challenge, Ignatius swept up the nearest sharp object, marched bravely toward the spider... And got killed.
This wasn't terribly bad, as he was soon recruited in to the Exorcists and eventually became West, getting on excellent terms with his partner, Jiao Lanfen.
Ignatius Alabarda opened the door to the bar, looking around. Satisfying himself there was no immediate danger, he entered, his spear disguised as a cane.
Ignatius Alabarda sat at the bar, his cane at his side. He looked around for a bartender and, finding none, reached for a bottle of red wine.
Ignatius Alabarda looked quizzically at Angel. The Devil didn't normally do things for people, according to Master Patricius.
Ignatius Alabarda sipped his wine.
Ignatius Alabarda finished his wine. "'scuse me, bartender, another bottle of this?" he requested, gesturing with the empty bottle.
Ignatius Alabarda scowled. "A bottle of wine, I said."
Ignatius Alabarda "I've asked you three times."
Ignatius Alabarda gestured with the empty bottle from before. "I already showed you, another of this." the dead Italian said.
Ignatius Alabarda grunted, laying his cane across his lap. "Thank you."
Ignatius Alabarda sipped the wine. "Good vintage."
Ignatius Alabarda set his glass down. He had heard the former Collector was supposed to be here- apparently false.
Ignatius Alabarda set down the glass, standing and balancing on his cane. He walked over to an empyy booth.
Ignatius Alabarda stepped in to the Bar for the second time that day, scanning the room. Nobody he recognized.
Ignatius Alabarda sauntered over to the bar proper, cane tapping the floor. He sat at a stool, looking for a tender.
Ignatius Alabarda "Wine. Red. Any vintage." the dead Italian said.
Ignatius Alabarda nodded. "Thank you, miss...?"
Ignatius Alabarda nodded, not giving his name and sipping the wine.
Ignatius Alabarda Shit. She pried. "Ignatius." he said.
Ignatius Alabarda shrugged. He set his cane across his lap.