Post by God on Oct 30, 2017 12:09:30 GMT -7
Name: Ivan Grøn
Codename/Nickname: Crazy Ivan, Ivan Green
Race: Caucasian human
Sex: male
Age: 42
Appearance: Height: 5'8". Build: skinny/very wiry. Skin Tone: ruddy. Eyes: gray. Hair: bald. Beard: full, gray.
Clothes: merchant leathers. chain shirt over fitted, padded leather trenchcoat, reinforced leather gloves.
Weapons: hook-and-chain, spiked steel club, dagger
Powers: super strength, learns from what he eats. (Think Silar, but nastier) in direct proportion to the nutrient benefit, super tough, capable of rusting metal on contact, quick healing.
Skills: ambidextrous combat, Jack of all weapons, hook-and-chain master, mace/club master, leadership, heavy lifting, escape artist, slight-of-hand, lockpicking, climbing, running, swimming.
Status: single/not looking
Orientation: straight
History: Ivan was born, raised, and trained in Tennin. He was born to a common fisherman of the dead fish clan, in the city of Longyearbyen, Svalbard, Scandinavia. His first job was a deckhand at 8, his first kill a cannibal attacking the docks a year later. The boy charged a full grown man with one of his father's boat hooks, knocking him down before smashing his face in with the back of the tool. That was the first and last time Ivan threw up. Practicing constantly with hook and mace led to Ivan being recruited at 20 by a team of tech hunters, and he spent the next 20 years scouring the world for treasure. Starting out as the team's pack mule, he was enslaved twice, almost eaten more times than he could count, but eventually rose high enough to lead a 15-man unit. It was at this point, at the age of 41, that <the traitor king> arrived to recruit him. Ivan spent the next year training a new team within this new army. His first act on arrival, however, was to hunt down and eat his counterpart.
Personality: cynical, cold, calculating. Ambitious almost to a fault. Tactically minded to the point of seeming paranoid, but surprisingly gentle around non-threats (unless they want it rough). Leporiphobic.
Quirks: left-hand dominant, willing if necessary to eat anything or anyone, tends to laugh when threatened or in combat. Good with animals, except rabbits.
Occupation: soldier, scavenger and drill instructor
Codename/Nickname: Crazy Ivan, Ivan Green
Race: Caucasian human
Sex: male
Age: 42
Appearance: Height: 5'8". Build: skinny/very wiry. Skin Tone: ruddy. Eyes: gray. Hair: bald. Beard: full, gray.
Clothes: merchant leathers. chain shirt over fitted, padded leather trenchcoat, reinforced leather gloves.
Weapons: hook-and-chain, spiked steel club, dagger
Powers: super strength, learns from what he eats. (Think Silar, but nastier) in direct proportion to the nutrient benefit, super tough, capable of rusting metal on contact, quick healing.
Skills: ambidextrous combat, Jack of all weapons, hook-and-chain master, mace/club master, leadership, heavy lifting, escape artist, slight-of-hand, lockpicking, climbing, running, swimming.
Status: single/not looking
Orientation: straight
History: Ivan was born, raised, and trained in Tennin. He was born to a common fisherman of the dead fish clan, in the city of Longyearbyen, Svalbard, Scandinavia. His first job was a deckhand at 8, his first kill a cannibal attacking the docks a year later. The boy charged a full grown man with one of his father's boat hooks, knocking him down before smashing his face in with the back of the tool. That was the first and last time Ivan threw up. Practicing constantly with hook and mace led to Ivan being recruited at 20 by a team of tech hunters, and he spent the next 20 years scouring the world for treasure. Starting out as the team's pack mule, he was enslaved twice, almost eaten more times than he could count, but eventually rose high enough to lead a 15-man unit. It was at this point, at the age of 41, that <the traitor king> arrived to recruit him. Ivan spent the next year training a new team within this new army. His first act on arrival, however, was to hunt down and eat his counterpart.
Personality: cynical, cold, calculating. Ambitious almost to a fault. Tactically minded to the point of seeming paranoid, but surprisingly gentle around non-threats (unless they want it rough). Leporiphobic.
Quirks: left-hand dominant, willing if necessary to eat anything or anyone, tends to laugh when threatened or in combat. Good with animals, except rabbits.
Occupation: soldier, scavenger and drill instructor