Ignacius was almost born to kill. Â Though he wasn't initially raised to be a soldier, when the Garleans took his family and pressed him into service, he proved to be exceptionally capable. Â He was in the field and killing at a time when most people were still in school and doing just fine about it.
Not that it's led to any long-term damage short of Orleans seeing all life as transient and bereft of value.
That's the biggest problem with Orleans. Â He's been exposed to so much death, destruction, and mayhem that he simply sees it as a natural state of the world. Â He killed the only person he felt something resembling love for. Â He now kills for money and money alone, because killing is all he's ever been good at and killing is all he's really ever been trained to do. Â It's still up in the air whether or not he'd have been fine if left to his own devices and his own family, but more than a little of his killer instinct is completely natural. Â Maybe he would have ended up being a killer anyway.
Ignacius completely compartmentalizes death, seeing it as akin to animals killing each other for food in the wild. Â So complete was his training or natural state of being that he has done this ever since the first life he took in combat. Â He rarely thinks about it afterwards except in vague abstracts. Â He is completely remorseless.
Just about the only reason he refrains from killing, when he does, is because it often attracts undue attention from local authorities. Â He isn't a serial killer, and he doesn't derive pleasure from it. Â To him, it's simply a tool in his toolbox, the means to his ends, just another fact of his life. Â He will kill and continue to kill until something finally manages to kill him first.
Not that it's led to any long-term damage short of Orleans seeing all life as transient and bereft of value.
That's the biggest problem with Orleans. Â He's been exposed to so much death, destruction, and mayhem that he simply sees it as a natural state of the world. Â He killed the only person he felt something resembling love for. Â He now kills for money and money alone, because killing is all he's ever been good at and killing is all he's really ever been trained to do. Â It's still up in the air whether or not he'd have been fine if left to his own devices and his own family, but more than a little of his killer instinct is completely natural. Â Maybe he would have ended up being a killer anyway.
Ignacius completely compartmentalizes death, seeing it as akin to animals killing each other for food in the wild. Â So complete was his training or natural state of being that he has done this ever since the first life he took in combat. Â He rarely thinks about it afterwards except in vague abstracts. Â He is completely remorseless.
Just about the only reason he refrains from killing, when he does, is because it often attracts undue attention from local authorities. Â He isn't a serial killer, and he doesn't derive pleasure from it. Â To him, it's simply a tool in his toolbox, the means to his ends, just another fact of his life. Â He will kill and continue to kill until something finally manages to kill him first.
