Ivan a frappé le rein d'abord dans un scan à une vitesse alarmante. La vitesse était si grande qu'elle a réussi d'une manière ou d'une autre à abattre l'ennemi! Le pouvoir de l'entrée de Doom.
Les Asiatiques gémirent et sautèrent. "Je suis désolée!" Il s'est vite excusé devant le scan tombé. "PLEASE ne me poursuit pas!"
Il se précipita, se précipitant vers la première chose qu'il vit:
La Ford.
"Allez-vous dans la chambre?"
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!