Ambrose, Kenny

Ken Ambrose,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

Contrary to the impression of his work and size, Ambrose’s personality can be considered the pinnacle of being “careless”. He is incredibly frivolous, liberal, lazy and foolish- he tends to fool around at times, even though that are serious, which is not always well received in his line of work- often causing turmoil when it’s not needed to keep him amused. Due to this his nature could often be seen as childish. When it comes to interacting with the world, he would much rather just watch it go by than be an active participant in anything- lacking ambition, drive, and desire despite the natural talent he possesses in sense of smell.

He can be considered to be beast like, constantly eating junk food, sweets, and drinking whatever he pleases. His desires are limited to a few things- mostly in physical activity or anything that has to do with the base instincts, signaling that he may not so much be "Childish" as he acts more animal than human at times.. Far more driven by basic needs such as "tastes good", "she's pretty", "he's cute", or "tired" than he is anything complex like a goal or major ambition, he's far more of a "go with the flow" individual than anything else- specifically; his flow or that that is bent for him by someone else.

Ambrose by nature, is a kind individual- though due to his rough upbringing, he is a bit of a recluse, and uncertain how to deal with others. He can be quite selfish and acts on hsi instincts before he thinks, generally on a whim making a decision that could change his life. Despite this selfishness, he isn’t a bad man by any means- tending to be incredibly forward and honest in his actions. If he finds someone attractive he’ll let it be known, if he wants to fight he’ll cause a ruckus, if he wants a drink he’ll get it himself. If he dislikes someone… He’ll try his best to work it out.

Opening up to others, and dealing with them as a whole is a challenge for him- and similarly, areas with large amounts of people tend to induce a degree of panic in him making him shell up more.. Tight spaces that he knows he has limited escape from also tend to cause this, such as carriages, closets, trains, and so forth- though he has gotten used to it to a degree with the last few years of his life spent with the Hunter Guild he still would much rather take any other option for travel if possible, he’s more than willing to track on foot. This fear is not over-riding to a major extent, but it does exist and cause him stress.

It is worth noting that Ambrose, due to his instinctive, bestial nature has an incredibly powerful survival instinct. This instinct can take over during points of immense excitement or stress, and based on the situation can lead to an incredibly tense state of mind for him, like a cornered animal he’ll bare his fangs and fight to the death if he must.

One of the few things Ambrose actually enjoys beyond physical things like drinking, fighting or hooking up may surprise some. Though he is completely incapable of doing quite a bit properly, and normal academics are something he struggles immensely with, he perceives himself to be a proud cook. He also has an incredibly strong love of animals and nature, far happier eating or napping outdoors even in the cold than he is in a bed within a house or apartment. He doesn’t necessarily have a natural aptitude with all animals, but he gets along well with canines for the most part.

At 6’3, 235 pounds Kenny has the look of the average human male. He isn’t necessarily the most lean, and if one were to judge he could be guessed for a farmer or someone of another meager profession. He can often be seen relaxed in his posture on and off duty, when sitting he prefers to be leaned back with his arms crossed or behind his head. Due to his old line of work as a farm hand he keeps himself fit with a well-toned physique and well defined muscles.

On his head he keeps a mess of unkempt short black hair, connected to his cherished more or less combed beard. His eyes are penetrating and Amber, he can often be seen staring with a cocked brow if someone says something that interesting

Ken's body is covered in light scar's, due to a history of growing up with a rowdy nature with the added benefit of having parents that didn't believe in practical medicine, or more so they couldn’t afford to get it for him. Many wounds he suffered were simply rubbed with alcohol and bound with cloth. Though they, of course, did heal eventually, it left him coated with scar's that eacheach telling a different tale of his idiocy. From scar's that appear to be where a beast mauled him, to bladed weapons, burns, and more.


Pretty basic outside of his hunter attire, he prefers to dress to match the season meaning his outfits vary from day to day depending on how he feels or how hot/cold it is outside. 

Parents
Mother: Joanne (Living in Dagos)
Father: Tom (Living in Dagos)

Siblings
Brother/Sister: None

Extended Family
None


“Who says you can’t have a little fun with magic?”

Born in a slum to a miner and a bartender, Kenny is a child of meager existence his life once to be dedicated to hard work and small pay, or so it was thought to be. The Outlands were a simple place, his father worked a mine just on the outskirts of Dagos. What better place for a rambunctious child to be born besides a city of filth? Kenny was born without magic, as to be expected as neither of his parents were attuned with it. His tuft of raven hair was as black as ash, his eyes pewter in color.

Growing up he wasn’t the most conservative child, he wasn’t like the other children who harped on about being hunters, or whatever was happening in the city at the time. He grew wanting to be a peace officer, someone who arrested bad guys and took on the burdens of others to assure them happy lives or prosperity. Kenny loved to help others simply put, rather than wanting every toy that came to mind he was always one to share his things, sometimes in hopes that the young girls his age would look at him with favor. Even as young as twelve he always had a habit of being chivalrous and kind to women. A young casanova of sorts, though with this strange personality came his share of turndowns at a young age fueling his fire to find his princess charming.

His father, as a coal miner was never a fan of his son’s aspirations and often let his son know that he disapproved of the very life style and would be better off picking up a pickaxe and heading to the mines with him. This trend of malcontent and authority often came to blows between the two, up until Kenny became of age to live on his own and that’s what he did. Not thinking twice he packed up his belongings and left his parents in the middle of the night leaving a note saying that he would rather fail at becoming an officer than waste his life breaking rocks.

Where he was going to go, he didn’t know, he took north in Dagos, but didn’t make it all that far before inevitably crashing and burning in the middle of nowhere. It was dark, he was alone and hungry, the fear of being alone and dying crept in the back if his mind. Kenny could feel his chest tighten with every breath, he was cold, there was a sharp pain in his neck, he was certain he would die. How he ended up in such a poor state was the result of running into a group of rough necks and mouthing off a bit too much. He must have been thrown around like a rag doll by the gang before being taken to the outskirts of the city, far off from his father’s precious mines and left to die, his ribs cracked, his life in peril. All seemed loss as hours passed, he would have been discovered for half a day before a traveling caravan heading into the city had found him.They took some of his belongings as payment for taking care of him, his pockets picked, his money stolen and his work boots were to b e taken aswell, but the muggers didn’t count on him being a fighter at heart. Despite his broken state he slipped into one of their cars while they bickered on about dividing their new haul evenly amongst themselves.

It was a lucky break, and Kenny managed to make a clean get away before checking what he had stolen, he had found clothes, water cans, small food rations, and changes of clothes, enough to hold him over until he arrived in a new city. He left the car, didn’t much need it and decided to walk on under the impression that the nearest city wasn’t all that far. He managed to keep himself upright until he was just outside of Felici and his food supply was running short. He could do better for himself, here, he thought that up until he scurried into the Police headquarters and realized that the life of an officer wasn’t as interesting as he thought. That and he had heard of the hunter Guild while filling out for the Police academy his first day in the city. Here he was faced with two paths, he could go to the police academy and play renta cop, or he could become a hunter and see just how much fun he could have on the hunt for magi.

Long story short he took the former, leaving the FCPD and made his way to the Guild where he would pass their physical exams and is now a rookie hunter learning the ropes of how the Hunter Guild operates and things of that nature.

- Heightened Sense of Smell: Can now track someone similar to a hunting dog. You can even smell the baking pie from down the street.


- Unarmed Combat I: Fundamental Skill of fighting in hand to hand combat.




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[b]Draon Age, Hawke[/b] as [i]Ambrose[/i]