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Name:
Ivan "Drakon" Petrovsky
Age:
Ivan usually says he's around 40.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Ivan's true appearance is never known. Once you join the Blackmarsh Militia, you have no face. He stands roughly at 6'7", making him a giant, and weighs 263 pounds with his armour on. His armour is extremely strong, but it won't really stop the larger things. Smaller arms (9mm, .45, birdshot, etc) wouldn't really affect him too much. Only if it was fired at a closer range. His armour is made from three materials: Vitrium, which is a transparent metal, Quantus, which can repair itself in about 72 hours, and Core, a lightweight metal that is like a mesh. It's essentially the Kevlar if the metallurgy world. His helmet is rather bulky and gives him reduced vision, but it's strong and provides great defence. His helmet also has night-vision, but at the cost of his stealth as the enemy can see two glowing eyes. There is also a gas tank with 15 minutes of oxygen in it. He also carries a katana, and a .357 revolver. He also carries Cigarettes' old helmet with him.
Job/Profession:
Ivan was a contractor working for the Blackmarsh Militia, the most feared group down in the Dust. When the militia met with an unfortunate end, he just left. He was pegged as a deserter, and is on the run from the new Blackmarsh Militia.
Background:
Ivan was always a warrior. He was born and raised in the demonic sands of Durna, which was a city frequented by dust storms. He lived a rather healthy life, until he was about 25. That's when his life turned to hell.
It was a glorious morning. The dust storms have stopped for most of the farming seasons, and it was great. Well, great until they came. A group of raiders stormed throughout the town. It was pitiful how many of Durna's residence tried to fight back, Ivan being one of them. Ivan had his old .357 revolver, and fired a large amount of rounds into all of them. A man who had spotted the carnage appeared. He was impressed by Ivan's actions, and invited him to be a contractor for his new militia: Blackmarsh. Ivan promptly agreed and grabbed his revolver, and a locked safe containing their secret family heirloom, and they left.
Blackmarsh had a simple code: Do what your employed to do, act without doubt, and stay anonymous. They had to preform oaths in front of the leader to never show their face, and they received their helmets. When Ivan was leaving the facility where thy did this, he saw a woman. Alone, confused, and wearing a mask that had looked like it's been smoking. He talked talked to her, and they began to become closer. Even when they gave each other names, such as Cigarettes, and Drakon.
10 years had passed. They became best friends, and were on a normal convoy, when they spotted a ton of people. They were wearing no armour, and it appeared that their truck broke down. When one of them went to help repair the truck, he was met with a bullet through the skull. Another man brought his sniper rifle up from his side and shot at Ivan, but the bullet slowed down enough to not go through his armour. Why did it do that? Because Cigarettes jumped in front of the bullet. She collapsed on the ground as Ivan felt an unsatiable urge to kill. Using his revolver, he slaughtered everyone there. A spark emerged as he saw Cigarettes move her hand, and Ivan nearly cried out of joy. He ran over to the convoy truck, and saw the engine had died. He then felt a surge of desperate desire as he picked up Cigarettes. He began to move as fast as he could to the destination.
Once he arrived, he put Cigarettes on the bed. She was barely clinging to life as a small truck pulled up. The man who owned the militia simply put the safe and a katana beside the bed, and walked off. He was emotionless as always, but Ivan didn't care. Cigs was in a coma and he needed something to she her when she woke up. He tried for hours to open the safe, but finally it opened. Inside was a vinyl player and a few vinyls. He saw a small note on congratulations and how to work it, and he played the song. It was a lovely tune about not setting the world on fire, and on the 48th time he played it, Cigs woke up. Ivan asked her why, but all she said was that she loved him and to take her family's katana. She told him her life story, and promptly told him that she loved him again. She then passed away. It was said that he didn't stop crying for 12 hours. After that, he took out shovel and started to dig. It was one day until it was finally complete, and he buried her. Not before taking off her helmet, though. He never did look. After filling the hole, he took everything, and jumped into the truck that the leader left. A note of invitation to desert.
Originally Posted by Cambyses
