Author Games: Red Room

Hunters Three: Ira Warwick

Name: Ira Warwick

Age: Twenty-three

Sex: Male

Appearance: Ira is a bolt of lightning crashing through the air: his features are sharp and jagged, his body long and slender, his hair white and wispy. He has his mother's nose (but slightly crooked; you should see what happened to the guy who broke it) and his father's eyes, sky blue hidden behind long, pale lashes. His blinks are slow and sultry, clouds passing before a clear sky. Ira holds himself with strength and confidence and speaks with a loud boom. His walk is sudden and sharp, cracking the air around him with each swing of his arms.

Personality: Ira is a crack of thunder: loud and sudden and booming, then quiet once more. Most of the people trying to describe him would first point out his temper, which is passionate and volatile and oh-so-quick to snap into action. He has gotten into many a fight as a result, though that could also be due to the violent streak within him. Ira is impulsive and brash, quick to anger, joy, desperation, and just about every human emotion (and likely a few after that). Once he comes down, however, he tends to seek a quiet place, a peaceful place where he can sit and muse to himself. Contrary to what most people think, Ira loves to think; he just doesn't do it as often as he perhaps ought to.

Background: Thunderstorms happen suddenly, but that doesn't mean they come without warning. Humidity gathers and the air grows tense, and only after this has become nearly agonizing does the storm begin. The air in Ira's childhood home was always heavy. His parents claimed to stay together on his behalf (personally, he thinks it's because neither would admit failure), but the sheer amount of fights he saw as a child must've worsened his temper. He was always a happy child, however, albeit a little tempestuous. The ultimate ambivert, Ira has always had many friends, and loves to spend time with them. In their company, he is always loud and energetic, charming even if he's volatile. At the end of the night, Ira loves nothing more than to go home and surf the web or just rest with his boyfriend, Paxton (though Ira calls him Pax for short). There's a calm after every storm, after all.

Other: He's allergic to peanuts. Maybe that won't be relevant - he's just found it's better to say it needlessly than not say what he needs.