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9 yrs ago
Current I'm updating my status because there was a typo in the last one.
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9 yrs ago
I'm honestly sick of updating this. This will probably be ny status for the next four months.
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9 yrs ago
So apparently I have an ear infection as well as some other kind of nasty virus. Fantastic.
9 yrs ago
Okay.. maybe I panic a little when nobody's posted for 10 hours. I have no life outside the internet.
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9 yrs ago
I don't know how much caffeine I've just injested and I'm pretty sure it was all a mistake.

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Name: Ivan Mikhailovich Vasiliev

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Appearance:
adult image

Year: This would be his fourth.

Rank: Apprentice

Room No.:

Personality: Ivan is quiet, mostly because his English isn't very good but also because he's extremely shy. When interacting with others, he seems stiff and unfriendly, speaking in a hushed and hurried voice and stammering. He's very sensitive and is easily made upset, especially when asked about his past or his parents. He'll often go days without ever speaking to anyone. He's reluctant to try new things, preferring to stick with what he knows.

Magic Discipline: He is currently training in mastering magic related to ice and snow. So far he hasn't gotten past accidentally freezing all the water in the lavatory, but if he should ever master it, think something like Elsa or Jack Frost.

Equipment: A couple of spare spell tomes, most of which are second hand. He also carries around with him a thesaurus that he's been studying to help him with his English, and usually a bottle of water that's almost always accidentally frozen

Biography: Ivan Vasiliev is the youngest of four and the only boy out of all of them. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father remarried five years later. As it happens, he married the sister of his late wife, a young woman named Klara Smirnov. a hard-fisted woman who blamed Ivan for his own mother's death. Though she loved Ivan's older sisters and cared deeply for them, she mistreated and neglected Ivan. She even turned his own sisters against him. By the time he was six years old, the only person he felt truly loved him was his father. Then, around the age of seven, he started noticing he had a strange quirk. Even in the summer, windows would frost over if he touched them. Glasses of water would turn to ice if he tried to drink from them, and one time he froze up the whole bathroom and broke the pipes, resulting in quite the beating from Klara Smirnov. His father, who was more understanding, sent him away to this school to learn to better control his powers.

Master: I'll fill this in later.

If Ivan was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, it would be: Probably his own magic ability. He could never give up what little family he has left.
If Ivan was offered to have a single wish fulfilled, it would be:
"Thank you." Ivan said. It had been a damn long time since he'd heard that phrase, 'things always end up for the better.' He sighed, quivering a bit as tears welled up in his eyes. he couldn't wipe them away with the mask he was wearing, so he just let them slide down his cheeks. The heat inside the mask was making him tired, so he leaned back against the wall, trying to take a few deep breaths.

@Vortex
Ivan took a shallow and shaky breath, pushing himself away from the side of the caravan and picking up his bow and quiver, limping back towards the others. His limp seemed to have gotten a bit worse, his right leg dragging behind him as he walked in an unsteady pace. The mud was up above his knees at certain points on the path, making it even harder to walk properly. Thankfully the others hadn't gotten too far, but he still lagged behind them a good deal.
"You are sure?" Ivan asked a bit dubiously, but he smiled a bit under his mask. Somehow Charles's lack of panic alleviated his own. Just seeing that someone else could be calm in a situation like this was a bit comforting.
@Vortex
Somehow, despite not eating for the last day or so as food ran short, Ivan wasn't terribly interested in the prospect of food. Mostly he just wanted to get out of the rain, for the sake of his asthma and maintaining what little respect and dignity he had. He was still slumped against the caravan, his bad leg limply kicked up against the wall and his good leg supporting him. He had dropped his bow and quiver to his side, as though they were too heavy for him to carry any longer. He had intended to follow the others, but somehow he felt the need to regain a bit of energy before he started to walk again. He convinced himself he'd catch up.
Ivan swallowed his pain and nodded shakily. "I-I am alright..." He said uncertainly, looking up at Charles through his gas mask. The mask was hard to breathe in and far too hot, for he was already burning up with fever. And aside from that his head hurt and he was dizzy, but he didn't want to let Charles know that. "Ve never got to introduce properly, did ve? I am Ivan. Ivan Levin Mikhailovich. You mind, Mikhail is not my father. He was my father's father. My father was a Rudolf, and my proper family name is Levin. I take it you have name as well?" Realizing he was talking too much for his sense of shyness to allow, he fell silent, blushing under his ski mask.
@Vortex
Ivan sank to his knees with his back against the wall, unbuttoning his holster and drawing out his sawed-off shotgun. As much as Gabriel tried to be reassuring, he was dizzy with uncertainty. Monsters... that was a new one. What kind of monsters? Of all the horrors he'd had to face escaping Russia, living on the streets, watching his father shoot his sick mother... monsters is one he'd never even imagined he'd face.
"I am fine." Ivan insisted curtly, one of his small, frail hands reaching up to swat Skylar's (significantly larger) hand away. He didn't want to be sent back inside. If something happened, he at least wanted to not be the only one cowering in the back of the caravan. In truth he was perhaps just being a bit petulant, but he honestly did want to offer as much assistance as he could.

@Achronum
Ivan staggered after Gabriel, clutching his chest with both his hands. Even with the gas mask hiding his flushed, sweaty face, he didn't look too good. He didn't take out his gun, not really knowing what was going on at all. "Vhat happened?" He asked in a panic, noticeably hyperventilating.
@LordOfThePies
Ivan found himself leaning heavily on the side of the caravan, coughing weakly as he scrubbed mud off his hands. He was no longer really paying attention to what everyone was saying to the woman; it was all the same explanations. Ivan shivered when Baldur gave him the evil eye, but kept a straight face and once again gestured for him to lower the stick.
@rocketrobie2
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