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Ian Moore

"Any man can get knocked down. The hero is the man who gets back up."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, originally authored by JacksColdSweat, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{Full Name}
Ian Isaiah Moore
{Nickname}
None
{Birthday}
December 16
{Age}
25
{Nationality}
English
{Sexuality}
Heterosexual/romantic
{Power}
Ian has the power of retrocognition, an ability that is incredibly useful in his line of work. It allows the user to see events that has occurred in the past, which enables him to determine anything from how a crime occurred to motive for a crime committed. Using his ability does take energy, however, and using it successively is very tiring. The more tired he is from its use, the less clear the images of the past are.
{Occupation}
Deputy at the Police Headquarters
{Group}
Alterists




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{"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." }
-Allen Saunders




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If there are words to describe Ian's general appearance, they would be "debonair" and "strangely annoying." It's probably the face. It's definitely the face. Complete with stubble, a rakish grin, and a military cut, his face seems to be the epitome of douchiness. There's not much he can do about his perpetually laughing eyes though. Being two inches shorter than his boss is probably the bane of Ian's existence. To compensate, he's sure to work out regularly, despite the fact that he continues to lose in boxing matches, which results in his toned, lean physique. But when it all comes down to it, what really matters is this: he continues to be two inches shorter than his boss.





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{"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." }
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Board games, card games, movies, any form of entertainment, boxing, black coffee, all things historical, the satisfactory feeling after closing a case, word games, acoustic/folk music, bars, darts, talking to people
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Tea, crossword puzzles, trivia questions, charades, injustice, heavy rock music, being bored, losing, feeling insulted, forgetting something, squeaky tiles
Hobbies
Jig saw puzzles. He loves them. Go into his house and there's a high probability there'll be one spread across his table.
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Confident, focused, strong moral compass, perceptive, dedicated
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Cocky, selfish, frail ego, bad memory, no sense of restraint, cynic
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Failing, drowning, ending up alone and hopelessly unlovable
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Some might call Ian a cocky, condescending asshole. They wouldn't be entirely wrong. He can be a little arrogant, a tad full of himself, sure, but there's more to him than the self-assurance that seems to radiate off him. First and foremost, there is little more important to him than his job. He honestly doesn't take much else seriously. He's been known to use his powers beyond the usual point in order to get answers to the point of collapsing before, but he'd never endanger himself for anything else. He doesn't care so much about saving the good people as he does putting the bad people away. As such, anyone wanting a favor from him better have something worthwhile lined up as a form of payment. He is most certainly the kind of person to shoot a pretty girl on the sidewalk a wink and suggestive smile, which frequently warrants a smack from his partner. He's intelligent and well-versed, but it doesn't seem to show very often. While he's no good with trivia facts, considering he has a truly horrific memory, but he does have a keen interest in history. In addition to this, he has a thing for old films and word games. Crossword puzzles are a nightmare, but a good old fashioned game of Lemon and Snatch or Ghost will entice him any day. Ian is a wise-cracker who always has a joke for any situation. He seems to view everything with a vague, humorous dissociation. Because of this, he occasionally doesn't realize when it's not the appropriate time for a joke.
A skilled liar, he does have a bit of a silver tongue. He's good at getting what he wants, and he's grown used to it, so he's not above doing a little twisting of the truth to get what he desires. He does, however, have something of a frail ego, and it's rather easy to antagonize him into doing something he'd normally flat out refuse to do using this against him.
He's also a cynic, a trait that stemmed from a tragedy in his past, and even now he still finds it hard to shake the habit of looking for the bad in any given situation.





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{"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." }
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History
If there's one thing that's been made abundantly clear thus far, it's that Ian is not from Atlantis. Not originally, anyway. He can trace his roots back to England, where he was born in the pleasant, albeit rainy, countryside. He had a fine enough childhood, perfectly normal. He lived the life of every other child at his school. His parents loved each other, but not too much, they loved him, but got sick of him plenty all the same, and he did well in school, but not too well.
His entire life was uprooted when he turned ten. It was a rainy night, and driving back from one of their date nights, his parents were involved in a fatal accident. It was a drunk driver. A hit and run. They never saw him coming.
Almost too quickly for him to process, he was shipped off to his aunt's house a few hours away, as she was his closest living relative. From there, he lived the life of a typical broken child, rebellious, mourning the loss of his parents in the only way he knew how: by not.
He was a liar, first and foremost. He weaved webs upon webs of intricate lines of lies. He was very good at it. Ian did plenty of things with that silver tongue of his, from skipping class to stealing. He didn't live the most moral of lives during that stage.
Eventually he mellowed out. Realized what a burden he was being on his aunt, who was just as hurt by the loss, and began contributing to the household. He still lied, still had issues leaving all he had come to know behind, but he was trying.
When Ian was fifteen he was informed by his aunt that they were moving. He took no issue with it, especially since he had few mates at class and she said she needed the move to get away from it all. He never suspected it would be a move to Atlantis.
There, he decided to truly move on. To leave behind the shell of a person he had become since his parents died and change. He succeeded. It took a little growing used to the persona at first, but eventually the smile became genuine, mostly. He still struggles to uphold that face sometimes. Some days it's real, others, it's not. And when the time to receive his abilities came, he decided on something poetically ironic. He was tired of living in the past, so he decided on something that would allow him to do just that: live in the past. It actually did help him move on.
It was a teacher of his that inevitably persuaded him to go into police work. Apparently, he had the makings of someone who would do good work. Remembering how no justice was served to the man that destroyed his life, he agreed. But primarily, he recalled his love of history, and decided first to pursue an education in that.
He joined the department after college. His ability proved to be invaluable to certain cases, and he was promoted quickly. Despite his laid-back personality, he was a dedicated worker, and after three years on the job, he was promoted to deputy. He's still new to the position, only having been assigned to it three months ago, but him and the sheriff got along well long before, so he's quite glad for that.
He's still a little bit of that rebellious child he was long ago, still catches himself letting a lie slip from his tongue as easily as a truth would, still finds himself thinking cynically, but at least now, he fights on the side of the law.




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The first time that he came to me
I was a young boy little did I not believe,
I had a hole in my heart and I was looking for a piece that fit

The next time I was privy to
The dirty secrets, all the little hidden clues
And when I added it up, I knew a little, but a little won't do

Can anybody ever tell me something true?
Preferably something that no one can dispute
When everybody's spilling lifelong secrets
I'm betting safely I'm a man who will keep his
Despite his weakness
He'll take his secrets to the grave.
And we will leave it all
Don't ever leave the one you love behind
So get your fill while you're alive
Don't you ever let them take you alive
And I don't know where the lies end and the truth begins
Don't listen to anyone telling you anything is a truthβ€”it's all relative

Though I know it'll never ever come to this
I have a secret
And the secret is there was a lie
That I told myself 'til it became the truth

Rest assured I have a plan "B" on my mind
If all the webs I weave should ever come and unwind
But I've got plenty of time

I still believe
In mysteries
And all the lies
In reveries

And though they'll lay my body in the ground
I plan to never settle down

I took the medicine
But the pills won’t work
The pills they don’t do anything
But rearrange all the littlest things
And I know a little bit
But that bit won't do
The bit I know is irrelevant
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So begins...

Ian Moore's Story

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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~




ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...




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If there was one thing to thank for the holiday, it was the quiet around the station. This was true at least in Ian's opinion. Aldric tended to have a more opposing viewpoint. Ian was perfectly happy to have no work, provided he could find something else to entertain him. Aldric, on the other hand, was growing more and more frustrated Pure silence seemed to echo off the plaster walls of the establishment, and there was no sound whatsoever, save the rustling of Ian's cards and the thud of darts as they left Aldric's hand and flew into the dart board.

It was Ian's short groan that eventually broke the silence. He gathered all his cards, shuffling them once more as he geared up for his seventh game of solitaire within the hour. "Did you know," Ian said suddenly, a hint of faraway thoughtfulness in his voice, "that there is only about a twenty percent chance of winning a game of solitaire? That's one for every five." He paused as he dealt the cards once more, letting muscle memory do the work for him as he turned his head to face Aldric, who spared him a glance before turning back to the dart board. "Tell me," he continued, "why then am I about to lose my seventh game in a row?"

There was the barest hint of chuckle from Aldric as he walked to the dart board to collect the projectiles. "When did you start being able to see the future then?"

"Shitty hand," Ian replied gruffly, aggravation clear in his voice.

Aldric paused after the first dart left his hand, giving it a moment's thought before ambling his way over to Ian. He lazily pulled up a chair and cast a cursory glance over the cards. "Shitty hand, huh? How much d'you wanna bet I can win this game? The usual?"

There was a scoff from Ian as he looked over the cards once more. Truly abysmal. Absolutely no shot of winning. "Fine, you're on. The usual. Here, hand those over." Ian extended a hand, curling and uncurling his fingers as he waited for Aldric to place the darts in the palm of his hand. He stood once he did, walking over to the dart board to pass the time until Aldric lost, as he was sure to do.

Five minutes passed, then seven, then ten before Aldric finally announced the end of his game. Ian sauntered over, a triumphant grin on his face. Then he was met with Aldric's own triumphant smirk. Furrowing his brow, he looked down at the cards, which were arranged in a perfect win of solitaire. Ian opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. There was a moment of silence before he found the words.

"How the fuck did you--" He stopped. Realization dawned in his eyes. "Wait a second. This is one of your fucking illusions, isn't it? Damn it, Aldric, you know that's against the rules." The look on Ian's face indicated this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. In fact, when Ian first became Aldric's partner, bets like these were frequently made. It wasn't until his third month there that he realized he'd been played more than once.

Aldric laughed, shrugged. "It was worth a go, eh? Fine, your first three drinks tonight are on me." Invariably, their spoils were always drinks. Playing for money was boring, but playing for drinks were worthwhile. Their standard bet had become three.

With their bet officially over and done with and hour left sitting alone in the department before their shift was over, both gave up their individual endeavors to keep entertained, instead simply taking a seat the old wooden table in the corner of the room.

"I'm bloody starving," Ian chimed in after moment. "Think we could order something in? I'm feeling Chinese, maybe Italian."

Aldric sighed. He shared the sentiment. It was already past eight, and the last time he had eaten was dinner the night before. The creeping throbbing in the back of his head that told him he had been hungry for too long had already come and gone. "There's only an hour left. We can pick up something at the bar."

Ian nodded, albeit reluctantly. There was another span of silence before Ian spoke again. "You know what really sucks?" He paused for Aldric to acknowledge him, but the sheriff only raised an eyebrow at him. He plowed on anyways. "The fact that you're the sheriff, but we still got caught with the dead shift." Ian shot Aldric a pointed look. As the sheriff, he was in charge of appointing who got what shift, and it had been his decision to stick them in that time slot.

"I thought I was doing us a favor, all right? We're free for the actual activities of the night."

Ian only scoffed in return. They would be free for the festivities, but he wasn't sure the boredom that threatened to kill him was worth it.

Forty five minutes to go.

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'It's a new day. And I have already fallen.'
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Her right leg was gently placed over her left leg when she sat on the park bench. She scrolled through some of the photos she took of the evening. They were lovely and the ones that weren't were immediately deleted. The brunette would have to print them out and post them on her wall. A small smile formed on her face when she stopped on one picture of an adorable elderly couple. They were just strolling down the street, hand in hand. The woman's clock was counting down above her head when Kyrie took the picture. Within two days the old woman was going to die and Kyrie took a picture of one of their moments together. It was going to have a special place on the wall.

The growling in her stomach interrupted her moment. Kyrie needed to eat something. Actual food too. The medicine she had earlier wasn't enough. Her thoughts went straight to Ian and Aldric when she thought of food. They were probably hungry too. They are always working down at the station. Even though its a holiday, they wouldn't dare take a break. The least she could do was buy them food as well. They do a lot for her, even if they don't know it. They are one of the reasons why she can even wake up in the morning. If it was up to her she would just go back into her house, but she wanted to see them. While she was sane. Kyrie turned off the camera and put in her camera bag hanging off her shoulder. She got up off the bench and headed towards the pizza place near the police station. She was in the mood for pizza.

Paying for the Xtra Large Meatlovers pizza, she held it firmly with too hands trying not to focus on the people walking down the street. If she started to focus on them her powers would activate, hard core, and she would pass out in the middle of the street. That wasn't safe. Her psychologist wanted to give her pills that lowered the effect of her powers. But they weren't natural. Kyrie didn't take any medicine that couldn't be created in her herbal shop. It was her rule. So she had to deal with this. One way was to not make eye contact with anyone. It was hard considering how many people were out tonight to celebrate Conjoinment Day. Finally the police station was in sight and she quickly headed inside. "I thought I was doing us a favor, all right? We're free for the actual activities of the night." That was Aldric.

Kyrie walked further inside to make herself known. "I hope one of those activities involve hanging out with me Aldric." she said with a smile. Going over to his desk she set the pizza down. Glancing over at Ian, she stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't even think about touching this pizza" she said to him. He knew full and well that she was kidding. She loved them both, it was just more fun to mess with Ian. He could have the pizza, but she was going to give him a hard time about it.

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The scent equivalent of an angelic requiem filled the air. Ian immediately stood up, pulling in hesitant sniffs. Aldric cocked his head curiously, unsure of himself. Hunger tended to do things to people.

"Aldric," Ian started slowly, "am I hallucinating, or is that the sweet smell of a pizza?"

Just then, a brunette poked her head into the room, making a smart comment. The pizza followed shortly after. Aldric stood, laughing, a deep rumble in his chest, at Kyrie's sudden appearance.

"It looks like your hallucination pizza is attached to a imaginary Kyrie," Aldric said, turning to Ian. "Who I definitely plan on hanging out with today," he added, shooting a jovial smile in Kyrie's direction.

He moved with long strides to meet her as she started towards their desks. Wrapping her in a hug once she set the meal down on the desk, he ruffled her hair with a grin. "How you doin', kiddo? And thank you for this. God, I haven't had pizza in ages." With a grateful clap of his hands, he opened the cardboard box slowly, relishing the warm scent that wafted out. He pulled out a slice, immediately biting into it with an ecstatic groan.

Ian followed eagerly after Aldric, snatching a slice from the box from behind Aldric, who served as a shield from Kyrie. "Try stopping me," he told her with a smirk before digging in. The rusty chair beside him was pulled up, and Ian took a seat, kicking his feet up onto the desk. "You are heaven-sent, Kyrie. I'm going to be nice to you for, like, a whole week, I swear," muttered Ian around a mouthful of food.

The two were quiet for a while, simply savoring the first bite of food they'd had all day. Then the second bite, and eventually several more slices. They bickered over another one, before eventually settling on cutting it in half with a plastic knife Ian kept in his desk drawer. Gentlemen as they were however, they stayed away from the two slices for Kyrie.

They exchanged jokes as they ate, the food in their stomachs dulling the previous hunger pains. There had been a bit of a tension in the air before, a silent aggravation. But now, with Kyrie in the midsts and the headaches gone, it was much more open. Kyrie's presence was especially a relief on the day's events. She was something of the little sister neither had ever had. Ian bickered plenty with her, but that didn't mean he cared for her any less.

"Hey, so, Ian and I were actually thinking about heading down to the bar for a quick drink before they close. Shift's over in five, wanna come?" Aldric cut in sometime after the pizza was gone. He cast a quick glance at his watch, which told him they had some time before the pub closed for the night.

"Ugh, please. I could definitely go for a good whiskey after today. I hate working on holidays, there's never any action." Ian sighed, then turned to Kyrie. "Come on, Ky," he said with a cheeky grin, "you look like you could use a drink too."

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Aldric pulled her into a hug. Clearly grateful for the visit and the food. Ian was clearly just trying to get pizza. And she could have stopped him if he wasn't using her favorite brother as a shield. Glaring at him playfully, she grabbed a slice of pizza herself. It was rather boring in the station. If she was away any longer they might have died from it. She rolled her eyes at Ian's comment. "You are a liar. But you're welcome." she said finished the pizza in her hand.

They three musketeers continued to eat in silence. Or really Kyrie didn't say anything and she watched Aldric and Ian argue over some of the pizza. They of course left her two slices while they cut one in half. They were so cute when they didn't speak to each other. If Kyrie didn't know any better, she would have thought they were related. Kyrie at the final two slices, satisfied to get her meal in of the day. Knowing Kyrie she won't eat again she till later tonight or early the next morning. Having three meals a day wasn't a specialty of Kyries.

"Hey, so, Ian and I were actually thinking about heading down to the bar for a quick drink before they close. Shift's over in five, wanna come?" Kyrie shrugged. She never really when down the bar. It was either to visit someone or make sure that her two closet friends weren't completely drunk. "Ugh, please. I could definitely go for a good whiskey after today. I hate working on holidays, there's never any action." And that is exactly why she checks up on them. Mostly because of Ian.

"Come on, Ky, you look like you could use a drink too." His cheeky grin made her smile. "You know for a fact that I don't drink." She said crossing her legs, right over left. "But if guys pay for all the sweet tea I plan to drink then count me in." she said rather excitedly. She just loved hanging out with them. Made her forget about her stupid abilities and how awful it was to know about people that would be dead within a month. And although she doesn't drink her problems away, she might as well. Kyrie looked at the clock. "And I mean it about the sweet tea. No spiking it Ian."

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Unable to look away from his whiskey, Patrick barely registered when Alexis asked him a question, something about the festival. "Oh, um...whatever you'd like." He said with obvious distance, leaning against the bar and smoking his cigarette with diligence.

Forgetting how to act like a cordial gentleman, Patrick allowed Alexis to go on being a saint while he still hadn't said thank you. Somehow managing to keep the situation light, Alexis had already introduced herself to the woman at the bar. She was unreal, he wasn't sure if she was just pretending to not care he hadn't gotten her a gift or if she was genuinely that laid back of a woman - which again would be unreal.

He thought back to that night they first met, her coming in as he was closing the bar with the other girls from her job, she shone like star. She danced, and it seemed like it was all for him. Things had been so easy, and she hadn't indicated wanted to make matters different - so what was scaring him so much?

Sighing, he looked up to see Iris peaking back in. He chuckled under his breath, waving her in. Grabbing a handful of shot glasses, he lined them up along the bar, coming up behind Alexis to pin her against the bar pulling her close and giving her a big kiss on her cheek. "Thank you love, no man could ask for a better present." Raising his bottle to Iris as she re-entered the bar and the others, "Shots on the house!" He cheered.

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It would be difficult to ignore that Patrick was quite the catch of the town, but Iris had seen enough women alternate in and out of his life it was hard for her to ever take any of them seriously. From any outsider perspective, it would be easy to spy Iris' jealousy. Alexis seemed like one of those fun girls from the surface who were able to live a life teetering on the edge of recklessness, not that Iris had taken the time to figure out otherwise.

Orphics were never taken seriously, painted as frail dolls with only their natural magical abilities having kept their society apart. She sighed, lighting yet another cigarette. Besides the fact that Iris had never gotten along with most people, especially pretty girls, she had just felt pushed on the fringe of all the lives around her. Holidays such as conjoinment day reminded her of such feelings, the impending doom of running into her family at the ball looming over her.

She looked back into the bar, locking eyes at Pat who gave an amused grin and beckoned her back in. Contemplating on facing her family or going in for another drink, the answer seemed obvious. She opened the door, glancing down the street to see none other than the Sheriff and the Deputy along with another woman Iris couldn't place a name to, although her face seemed familiar. Assuming they were headed into the pub, she waved, knowing she had made the right decision to stay as Pat called out shots.

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"Better keep your eyes on me, because I'm a shooting star."
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Alexis smiled back at the girl as she recognized her parents. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Uh, actually my boyfriend owns the pub so let me buy you one." She said laughing softly. She smiled as Owen came over. She had become pretty good friends with Owen since she was typically here before closing. It made sense that they talked a lot.

"Hey, Owen. I would like-" She broke off when Patrick came up behind her. She giggled as he pinned her to the bar and kissed her cheek. She turned to look at him, grinning. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." She said to him.

After all this time, how did he still give her butterflies? If things were ever to get serious between them, it wouldn't be because she pressured him. She truly cared for him and wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want. She also knew he wasn't used to a serious type relationship. She was happy just to plan it by ear. "Yeah! Shots on the house! Isn't my boyfriend the greatest?"

Alexis giggled, leaning over and giving him an affection peck on the cheek. She sat back down at the bar. She smiled at Aaria. "That's Patrick. Do you know anyone else here? I can introduce you around." She offered. She smiled at Iris, hoping to lighten things up between them. She wouldn't mind having a few friends that were girls. Besides her family and Owen, she didn't really have many friends. "Hey, Iris! Why don't you come sit over here with us?"

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