Crazy Ivan
Player: @Quayhano
Origin:	Technology
Archetype:	Mastermind
Personal Data
Real Name:	Unknown
Known Aliases:	Ivan, Crazy Ivan
Species:	Human
Age:	Exact Unknown/Approx. 35
Height:	6'0"
Weight:	189lbs
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown
Biographical Data
Occupation:	Unknown
Place of Birth:	Unknown
Known Relatives:	None Listed
Known Powers
None Available
Known Abilities
Marksman, Charismatic
Equipment
Rifle, Bow

Personality

Nearly the complete opposite of his counterpart Quayhano, Ivan is Very vocal, confident, and very quick to violence. He is very charismatic, in a more twisted sort of way, that has brought about the creation of his own mercenary forces.

Equipment

Numerous militant rifles stolen from different military forces.
A Compound Bow, which he uses to deliver varies payloads to big to fit in a single bullet.
Known to use explosives often.

Character History

Ivan woke up in an apartment, with some other schmuck passed out on the floor nearby. He kind of meandered around a bit, poking around at things, trying to figure out why the hell he was here, in this crappy apartment. He spotted a sword on the floor by the other man and picked it up by the sheath. It looked very old, probably wouldn't make a good weapon. Either way, Ivan decided he'd have a closer look at it. He grabbed it by the hilt and pulled it out of the sheath. Before he could get much of a look at it, he felt a searing pain in his hand. He flung the sword angry at the wall and it just landed there against the wall as if someone had carefully placed it there. He took a moment to admire the odd luck of how it landed, then he realized his hand was actually on fire. He cursed profusely and patted it on the carpet to put out the fire. Somehow this caused the fire to leave his hand, but slowly burn the carpet for a moment before it just seemingly snuffed itself out. One moment it was a decent flame, the next it was as if someone just blew out a giant candle. This was getting too weird for him, screw all this crap. He dug through the dressers for anything of use, and ended up finding a lighter. He was going to get his revenge on that damn sword. Determined he marched straight out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He went straight to the basement and found the huge industrial hot water heater to the building. I guess this land owner REALLY didn't like running out of hot water. He snuffed out the pilot light and turned up the gas to full. He left the lighter on the other side of the room, and with some ingenuity he managed to light it, and use some tape to leave it burning. He ran straight out of the building. As he pushed his way out the side-entry to the stairwell. He bumped into the other man he was in his room. He smirked, but had no time to stick around, this guy was in for a surprise. Just as he made it to the street, the building blew sky high. Gonna be honest, wasn't expecting quite that kind of boom, but it was glorious. That sword can burn in hell for all he cared. He laughed maniacally as he took off down the street. Who cares who or where he was, he was going to have some fun!