Il pourrait leur parler. Ou peut-être qu'il pourrait rester silencieux. Ou parler. Ou calme. Ou qalk. Ou tuiet. Ou parler.
Alors qu'Ivan se disputait mentalement au sujet de ses compétences en socialisation, ou du moins de son manque, il regardait tout le monde autour de lui avec un regard long et flippant. Une fille à la recherche qui a donné à Ivan un éclat de peur de regarder ("Une autre note à soi: éviter la fille ou risquer de se faire frapper"), un rayon de manta anthropomorphe qui semblait faire l'objet de fans, un maître de salades de fruits, un tigre, un garçon criant à propos d'un avocat...
Attendez.
C'est pas vrai, mais c'est un tonnerre.
Ivan a été déchiré entre s'enfuir de la bête, se moquer de son cul à la féline attaquant quelqu'un dans la pièce, ou faire un terrible jeu de chat. Il a choisi les trois.
"Tu dois me faire chier!" il a fait des sauts et s'est accroché à la personne la plus proche de style Scooby-Doo. Il lâcha un rire nerveux en voyant à qui il s'attachait:
La fille.
"...Bonjour. Eheheh... s'il vous plaît, ne me faites pas peur."
Name: Ivan Yebat
Age: 10,639,483 25
Gender: IAMSHEMAN Male
Species: Huuuumaaannnnnnn
Specialties:
-Being lost
-Creating horrible puns.
-Sleeping
-Inventing
Abilities: He's pretty dang good at creating weird and often times dangerous weapons. The only thing keeping him from creating THE ULTIMATE WEAPON is that he doesn't really give two craps about what he makes and usually says "screw this" and leaves in the middle of inventing.
Weapons/Skills: He's skilfully inventive and skilfully lazy. Ivan carries around his only completed invention: a phone that doubles as a gun. But his aim sucks and he doesn't really know how to work a gun, so you can see how useful that is.
Favorite Games/Shows:
-Every Legend of Zelda game (except for those that should never again be mentioned >_> *coughCD-icough*,
-Attack on Titan
-Bravely Default
-Minecraft
-Super Smash Bros.
Background: Imagine the most awkward, nerdy, anti-social shut-in you can think of. Okay, now quadruple that guy by a hundred. That, my friends, is Ivan. Despite being sent scholarships from the most prestigious schools and regarded as a prodigy, Ivan has never went to college, or a university, or gotten a real job. He just stays holed up in his apartment creating half assed thingy-ma-jiggers. Of course, when the heroes attacked, that all changed. After being nearly beheaded, burned, shot, and castrated (all at the same time!) by a hero that broke into his apartment, Ivan left his home for the first time in seven years. He was found by the O-Face and hired due to his inventive skill.
"What's this roleplay about?": Namek! Wait...I mean Earth!