"The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself."

-Mark Twain

Tall and skinny, Ian always wears a dark-green raincoat, with the hood usually down, showing his face. His hair is brown and short. His right eye is hazel, while his other eye is covered by a patch. All around the patch are a mass of scars and burned-looking tissue. His pants are dark-grey sweats and he wears sneakers. The hilt of his knife sticks out the side pocket of his sweats and he keeps his hand near it in case of a fight.

A quiet guy, Ian isn't the kind of person you would notice all that much, were it not for his patch. He has a nasty temper when provoked, but usually is pretty mild and almost friendly. But, he doesn't like to be noticed. If you become his friend, then he will be at least loyal to you, but don't exspect many endearments.

Born as healthy and happy baby with two eyes into the Jones houshold in Miami, he had one brother, younger. He had a pretty uneventful first decade-and-a-half of it, but just a week after he turned 15, a terrible fire burned down his house, with him, his brother, and his parents inside. He survived, with one eye, and second-degree burns. His family didn't. Tortured by rage and anger at what had happened, and at himself, he spent two weeks in the hospital. Finally, he heard news about New Pork on the radio. So, thinking quickly, he changed into his normal clothes, went outside and hot-wired a random SUV he found(a thing his father had taught him), and sped off towards a new life in New Pork. On the way, he managed to buy a patch and wire cutter with the money he found in the car along with the knife. When he got to Albany, his car broke down. So, from there, he bid a fond farewell to the SUV, and trekked into New Pork on foot, armed with his knife and a wire cutter. Found by Cigarettes nearly a month later, he has stayed in New Pork ever since then.

"One-eye"