Player: Stoncius/Cruz/belligerent

Character Name: Ian Loveless, though he's often just known by his stage name, "Ace."

Age: 22

Sex: Man.

Species: Dingo

Height/Weight: 6'1", 183

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: Probably the first thing you'd notice when looking at Ian is that he's absolutely, drop dead gorgeous. Tallish with broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and narrow hips, it provides a good frame for an abundance of sleekly toned, lean muscle, rather visible even under his glossy fur. Not in the least bit bulky or musclebound, the dingo is the textbook definition of "fit." One would assume that his body is very obsessively worked on, but he exercises less than you'd think, owing his lithe figure and toned abs to some damn good genetics.

His physique, already the stuff dreams are made out of, is even further enhanced by his handsome face. His features are classic and youthful, as if chiseled from marble by a particularly skillful artist; masculine, yet with the soft touch of boyishness if you look. He rarely frowns, jungle green eyes glittering with a roguish charm.

His fur is very soft, shortish, and a light gold with markings typical of most dingoes. His muzzle, cheeks, throat, and the tip of his tail are all white, along with "sock" and "glove" markings on his feet and hands. One particularly notable marking is a large splotch of white fur that stretches down the center of his chest to make a nearly perfect spade-like shape...which is, incidentally, how he came by his stage name. His hair is kept long, down to about mid shoulder blade, and is a deeply lustrous reddish gold color; occasionally it's tied back back in a loose ponytail.

Ian tends to dress simply and casually, in jeans, roper-style leather cowboy boots, and a leather bomber jacket. If he wears a shirt, it's generally just a white tanktop, but he generally goes without. He likes belts and has a small collection of interesting ones, mostly studded in some way. On stage he often wears a thong; he definitely has a nice enough ass for it.

He moves with an easy grace and rarely seems to be too worried or hurried about anything. He also tends toward bad posture, unless he's working.


Background: Ian grew up in a poor, dysfunctional family. The middle child of three, he barely knew his father, a petty thief who worked for the lower level syndicates and had a number of mistresses; Ian was himself a product of one such affair. Ian's own mother died from a drug overdose when he was very young, and he was brought to live with his half-siblings and his step-mother, a bitter, resentful woman who hated him since he was the living embodiment of her husband's frequent infidelity. One day, his father just stopped coming home anymore; he had been taken out by a rival syndicate, though his step-mother never told the children that, leading them to believe that he had left them for another woman. Ian always secretly believed that it was somehow his fault.

The step-mother's attitude toward Ian took a turn for the worse, and she was rarely happy, at times even abusive. Ian ran away at 14 and hasn't looked back (though it wouldn't have mattered if he had...his step-mother, as a last resort, went through the process of genetic reassignment shortly afterward and is living happily with her now-adult children in the Toride). Falling in with a loosely organized band of street urchins kept him alive in those early years; he learned how to steal, how to con, and how to gamble. And most importantly, how to charm his way out of bad situations on the rare occasion when he was caught, something it turned out that the youth had a natural affinity for, due to his increasingly good looks and his disarming skill at sweet talking.

Around the time he turned 18, he found that living on the street no longer appealed to him, and he decided to turn over a new leaf...sort of. Figuring he could use the body he was blessed with to his advantage, he answered a want ad looking for attractive males for an exotic dance revue. He's been doing that for a few years, working in various clubs and casinos, increasing (and sometimes decreasing) his income with gambling on the side. By no means a rich man, he makes just enough to pay rent on a shitty one-bedroom apartment on the border of Midcity's red light district. He'd like to one day own his own motorcycle, but that's probably just a dream that'll never happen.

Personality: Despite having a less than ideal upbringing, Ian maintains a positive outlook on life. His laid-back and easygoing demeanor tends to make him a lot of friends, wherever he goes. A good sense of humor and a flair for the dramatic don't hurt, either. A charismatic man, he lacks the killer instinct to be truly manipulative; even though he's got the charm and the looks, using people really isn't his thing. Flirting is fun, and he'll generally hit on anything cute that doesn't look like it will kill him. He has a sense of justice, yet it generally doesn't outweigh his sense of self-preservation. Revolutionary material he is not; he's just out to have a good time. He smokes, drinks, gambles, and enjoys watching sports if somebody else pays for the ticket. However, his most significant vice is probably his tendency toward one night stands with generous strangers.

His reputation as a lady-killer (and a man-killer if you believe the rumors, although he's not necessarily open or forthright about it if asked) often precedes him...however, most past lovers reflect on him favorably, the sort of guy you wish you could keep but know that you really can't. He does have some issues with commitment (mainly some old demons that never really die); he'll go to bed with somebody but they won't see him again come the next morning. He's not a prostitute, and he's very quick to make that distinction; he doesn't accept money for sleeping with people (even though he is quite good at that). However, if they want to buy him dinner and drinks, he's not going to refuse...


Weapons/Equipment:

-pair of brass knuckles.
-shiny thong.