Ivan s'est brouillé, littéralement, à travers le portail. Ce qui était une fois une tentative de faire un Mega Awesome High Speed Carrousel Double Flip Epic Entrée de Doom est devenu un enchevêtrement de membres que le garçon lanky pinballé à travers la pièce. On pouvait presque entendre le bruit de dong ding ding pinball en ricochetant les tables et les murs. Zipping dans toute la pièce, Ivan peu à peu (et progressivement je veux dire grosso modo) a atterri ( ok, s'est écrasé) dans le Gray Chair Man. "C'était un bon voyage. Note pour soi : ne sautez pas à travers la tête des portails d'abord », gémit-il tout en vibrant et en se frottant la tête. "Ce ne sera jamais aussi cool que prévu."
Ivan a jeté un coup d'œil autour de la pièce, prenant tous les personnages...odd.... Il toussait maladroitement et scootait à quelques pas. "Huh... les gens... c'est nouveau..." Il s'est levé du sol, donnant une petite vague. "Salut. J'ai faim, fatigué et confus. Mais tu peux juste m'appeler Ivan."
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!