Oui monsieur--je veux dire madame-je veux dire personne! Je veux dire effrayant! Je veux dire arme! Ivan s'est brouillé, la balle lui broute à peine l'orteil.
Ivan a sauté, les yeux concentrés sur le portail. Ok, donc il a dit qu'il ne faisait pas tout le Mega Awesome High Speed Carrousel Double Flip Epic Entrée de Doom. Mais ce portail orange... ça avait l'air si tentant! C'est délicieux de faire ce tour. Il a rebondi de pied en pied. Ouais! Il pourrait faire ça! La dernière tentative était due au mauvais pied. Mais il était confiant. Il pourrait le faire! Il pourrait le faire! Il pourrait! Allez! Ça! Plus rapide qu'un escargot sur les stéroïdes, Ivan sprinté vers le portail et la colombe à l'intérieur.
"Je peux faire ça! Attendez...
CRASH
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!