Ivan a regardé le feu autour d'eux. -- Eh bien, dit-il en sortant un téléphone de sa poche, quel gâchis chaud!
Il a souri à son jeu de mots et a appuyé sur un bouton sur son téléphone. Comme quelque chose à partir de Transformers, le téléphone a commencé à se transformer en une arme de poing élégante et argentée. Ivan s'est enfui, cherchant le scanner le plus proche. Il était temps qu'il teste sa nouvelle invention.
Il a repéré un tir dans des directions aléatoires. "U SUK U HAXRS OMG I M MASTE CHEF U CANT MOI!" Le scan a crié.
Ivan a réussi à esquiver des balles et s'est arrêté un pied derrière le scan. "Hé," a-t-il appelé. Le CT arrêta momentanément de tirer et se retourna. Ivan scruta et leva l'arme à la tête de l'ennemi. "C'est un gros jeu." Il a appuyé sur la gâchette et...
Il ne s'est rien passé.
"Le diable? Ok, euh... attends, comment je fais pour travailler ce truc... est-ce que c'est encore sur?" Il s'est évanoui, en examinant de près l'arme. Ivan a regardé le scan, puis l'arme, puis le scan. Il a frappé l'arme à la tête sans arrêt jusqu'à ce qu'ils ne soient qu'une pulpe censurée et sanglante.
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!