Post by Ivan on Mar 25, 2016 1:32:59 GMT
Ivan
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[attr="class","appbox1"] Appearance  Small, thin, slender, and a scraggly looking young man; Ivan is the production of experimentation. Brainwashed into believing that he was being helped by the man known as Doctor Jenner, Ivan was forced to take pills which changed his mental processes and forced his body to either produce certain enzymes, or restrict them. Paired with a lack of certain foods or an increase of certain foods, the pills had disastrous side-effects both on his mind, and on his body. His body is underdeveloped and Ivan is physically weak because of it. In reality, he cannot perform any physical activity for any long stint of time due to the extremely high chance of injury. His bones are far more brittle than normal and his blood runs thin through his veins. A single cut could lead to him bleeding out. Thus, Ivan is seen as something similar to a walking ghost. His skin is as pale as snow and his lips are a faint blue. There is no sign of color on his body and his skin is constantly cold. His voice is light and he keeps his words short, as breathing is troublesome at times. His muscles are thin, wiry, and appear to be almost completely dissolved in some places due to a lack of nutrition and a lack of use. Beneath his clothing, his ribcage is clearly visible and his stomach caves inward slightly. In addition, his eyes are void of all color. Being blinds, his eyes did not develop color and his irises are a set of pale grey circles on a bright white background. The only thing on his body that has any color, is his hair. Once more, due to a lack of food it has lost much of its color and rather than be a faint blue, it is now fading to grey. Upon entering Elder Tale, Ivan found that his vision had miraculously returned. He was able to see the world around him and could see it in full color. However the shock of suddenly being flooded with everything at once caused Ivan to collapse. He felt uncomfortable afterwards. In order to keep that from happening again, and out of fear, Ivan now wears a blindfold to cover his eyes. | [attr="class","appbox1"] Personality During his time with the Sisters in the Russian orphanage, Ivan developed several key characteristics. He learned patience, learned to listen, and learned to explore. He is an adventurous fellow who always yearns to learn and find out more about his surroundings because of this. Though because he is blind, Ivan does not seek out the sights. Instead he wanders in order to simply listen, smell, and feel the air of the space around him. He is no fool either. Being the impaired one in the orphanage, Ivan was the target of humiliation. At first it was saddening and hurt, but he became used to the verbal battery of some of the others. Sister Anna always assured him that they were the ones who were wrong, and that Ivan’s blindness was simply a gift which allowed him to see the world differently. That is what Ivan now believes, though that does not make him comfortable with them. Yet his time with his next two caretakers have suppressed that adventurousness slightly. His time with Mr. Whittiker forced Ivan to become quiet and obedient. Ivan learned that if he wanted something, he sometimes would have to ask several times for it. And when Ivan was passed to Dr. Jenner, Ivan’s personality collapsed. He became reserved, silent, and did not mind being treated as a slave. He never questions things and does what he is told without fail. He has learned to be a servant or a dog, as he knows that there is punishment for those who do not follow orders. Ivan has also become over-trusting. Due to not being able to trust his own eyes, Ivan must trust in what he is told. If someone says it is cloudy, Ivan believes that the clouds are in the sky for he cannot see them otherwise. In game, Ivan has a bit of freedom and has a choice to see around him, however he continues to avoid his vision. Due to his initial starting game experience, Ivan is very sensitive about his eyes. He is very reserved about them and may not stick on the topic for long. He refuses to remove the fabric covering them and will put up resistance should someone attempt to force him to take it off. Ivan understands that his vision has returned in the game. He simply chooses to avoid it. The only thing he allows himself to see is the visual display that is laid over his eyes. It's faint colored nature and subtle presence was easily adapted to by his eyes and gives him a bit of information on his surroundings, keeping him from being completely on his own. |
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My name is Ivan, just Ivan. That is all I have ever been called and to be honest, that is enough for me. It is better than not having one, right? At least that is what I think. Oh, I am also blind. I have never been able to see and both of my eyes just do not work. I can feel them move and I can move my eyelids but I cannot sense anything through them. I cannot see differences in light, I cannot see shadows moving in front of me, and I cannot even see my own hands. It used to hurt, not being able to see my momma, and I used to be afraid of it but it will not matter no matter how much I cry. My eyes do not work and they never will. That is why I think my momma left me. Because I was useless to her, I was not the child she expected when she first held me.
I was born fourteen years ago in a hospital somewhere in Russia. I do not know where but I know it was Russia. That is what the nurse told me so that is what I believe. My mother gave birth to me and took care of me for the first few months but then she gave up on me. She took me back to the hospital and left me at the front desk with the woman who greeted her. The hospital fought to have her take me, but they said that my mother disappeared after that. No matter how hard they searched for her they never found her again. My mother abandoned me, so the hospital took me to an orphanage. That was when I remember the first time I felt warm. The first time I smelled something sweet and the first time I felt a soft hand that actually loved me for who I was.
Sister Anna took me in and she was my caretaker. She kept me warm, she gave me food, and she gave me a very soft blanket too that I liked a lot. It made me feel safe. She was always happy and always sounded happy when I was around her. She smelled very nice and her hair was so soft too. It was almost like she was my momma but I knew, I knew she was not momma. But even when I cried and asked for momma, Sister Anna was always the one who came to me. Not momma. Momma never came back, no matter how hard I cried for her.
Sister Anna taught me how to talk and helped me learn how to walk. Being unable to see made it hard but she was patient, always patient. She would hold my tiny hands with her warm, soft fingers and guided me along the wood floor of the playroom. Some of the kids would tease me for stumbling and I still remember their laughing, but Sister Anna never gave up on me. She would kiss my hurt spots when I fell and would pick me up. She never let me quit and never let me run away from her either. Sister Anna would hold my hand as I cried and sobbed and would wait for me until I was ready to try again. Then she would call me along until I finally learned. It took a while but soon, I could stand without her holding onto me. She taught me to walk to her voice and taught me how to listen and feel my surroundings. Without eyes I needed to be able to see without them or I would never be able to explore, I would never be able to go outside.
I wanted to go outside. I wanted to feel the dry summer wind, I wanted to smell the spring air, I wanted to lay in the autumn leaves, and I wanted to taste the snow. I wanted to listen to the birds, I wanted to go to the park, and I wanted to listen to the bugs. I was little, and I was blind, but there was so much I wanted to see that I did everything Sister Anna told me to. She made mistakes, we all do, but Sister Anna always made sure I learned. There were other Sisters that helped too. Sister Valeriya, Sister Diana, and Sister Marina. Sister Marina was the cook, she made delicious soup. It was always warm and filling and always had plenty of noodles for me to have. Sister Valeriya was the teacher and she taught us all math, science, and even about God. I didn’t learn how to read or write though. Not like the others. The Sisters did not leave me out though. They gave me pencils and crayons to play with and Sister Valeriya helped me learn the motions of how to spell my name. By using both hands, I can sort of spell it but she would always laugh and say I was a little bit crooked.
Sister Diana was not around much. She was always trying to get help for the orphanage and was always bringing families in. While the other Sisters played our parents, Sister Diana was out searching for actual parents. Sister Anna called them “foster parents”. They were not our actual parents, but they would act like parents. We were always told to be good when the parents were coming to the orphanage. The better we were the more they would pick. And if you were picked, you got to go to a real home. I was never picked. I was told it was because I was too much of an angel, but I knew Sister Anna was lying. It was because of my eyes… it was always because of my eyes. And then, he showed up.
Mr. Whittiker was his name and Sister Diana was so very excited to see him when he came to the orphanage. I was older by then, one of the older children, so I was not expecting much out of him but then I felt someone sit down beside me as I sat by the window. No one sat down beside me when I was at the window except for Sister Anna. Mr. Whittiker told me that if I went with him, I would be able to see again. He told me he heard about me from a friend who had “come several months ago” and wanted to take me with him. I did not like his tone, but I agreed. I did not want to leave the orphanage or Sister Anna, I loved Sister Anna, but Mr. Whittiker was a powerful man. He paid the Sisters a large amount of money to take me and two others. That was the last time I ever saw Sister Anna, the woman I learned to call Mother.
Mr. Whittiker took me and the other two children a long way away from Russia and took us to a place called Germany. I had heard about Germany from Sister Valeriya. She said that Germany was the cause of the Second World War, and that it was not always a good place to be. I was afraid to go because of it but Mr. Whittiker told me it would be okay. When we reached Germany, he took me to a busy place. It was loud. There were a lot of automobiles and too many people for me to keep track of. I had a hard time walking and a hard time keeping myself aware of where I was. Mr. Whittiker’s maid had to help me to our destination: his hospital. Mr. Whittiker owned a small hospital for the young ones.
I was given a bed, blankets, and my own room (finally). I was also taken care of every day by the nurses and there was even a small school center I could go to. Mr. Whittiker was never around though. He was a doctor, so he had to do doctor things. The nurses helped me around the hospital though and when I wanted to go somewhere, I was always helped by a maid. Miss. Vyra was the maid who helped me outside a lot of the time. She was nice just like Sister Anna but her hands were not as warm. She also seemed a little bothered by me so I did my best to not be annoying to her. I asked for little and kept my trips short. When I wanted to stay outside for longer though, I always asked for Miss. Sabrina. Miss. Sabrina smelled like strawberries and she always was happy to talk with me while I was outside. She never felt bothered that I was blind and was always willing to help me if I had troubles. Miss. Sabrina was a busy maid though, so sometimes when I asked for her I was told she was away. That was fine though. Sister Anna always told me to never be greedy.
But, it did not last forever. One day Mr. Whittiker came into my room in the morning and told me that we were leaving. He never told me where we went but it was a long ride. I was able to count to one hundred ten times, almost three times before the car I was in stopped. We then walked very far. It was quiet during the walk and I could hear that we were somewhere open. Leaves rustled but the sound was light. Very few trees. After we stopped talking, I was introduced to Dr. Jenner. Dr. Jenner was an Englishman who was looking for some help and I was told that if I helped him, I would be able to travel. I was reluctant. Dr. Jenner’s hand was cold, wrinkled with age, and strong. Too strong for the size of it. I almost said no, but then I heard two other people move. Two that I was not told was there. I understood then that I had to leave. I was not even allowed to tell Miss. Sabrina goodbye.
Dr. Jenner took me to his… hospital… in England and I know that it is no ordinary hospital. The walls are heavy, thick, and hard. The floors are stiff and cold, and the bed is springy with a metal frame. The blankets, no matter how many I pull over myself, are always too thin and too cold. Even the doors are scary. They are made out of solid metal and lock from the outside. With Dr. Jenner, I am not allowed outside for very long and I cannot leave my room unless I am told. The food he feeds me is tasteless and sometimes cold when I get it. The water, or what I am told is water, does not taste at all like water. Sometimes he makes me take pills too. They always make my tummy hurt and I feel sick when I take them. He tells me they are good for me so I take them. I know they are not good though. But he always checks my mouth after so I have to swallow them. Sometimes, the pills make my head light. Sometimes they make my head heavy. Sometimes, I do not feel anything.
I am not alone though. In my room, there is a man named Sergei. Sergei is a big man and he is Russian (just like me!). He tells me that I am the nicest person he has seen in a while and I always tell him that it was because of Sister Anna. When I described her to him, I could hear him smile and laugh. He called her a beautiful woman. Sergei was in the hospital because he had done bad things. He never tells me what he did but he tells me that they were bad enough that he had to be strapped down. He guided me along his bed and helped me feel the straps that held him, but he told me to never let him free. Ever. But he did teach me how. “Just in case”, he would say.
Sergei always has words of advice for me when we are in the room and he always has a story to tell. Sergei was a soldier for Russia when he was young. He fought in distant lands where there was nothing but sand. He describes to me what he remembers about it and always says that it was “too damn hot”. Sergei tells me about a lot of his stories and always makes sure to describe things to me, but he leaves out the bad parts. He tells me that I am too young, too innocent.
Sergei is wheeled out of the room sometimes. Sometimes he is gone for a few hours and sometimes for days, leaving me alone in the room. During these times Dr. Jenner tells me I cannot not leave. I am given food through the door and told when to sleep and when to wake up. I am not given any toys and am given pills every morning, in the middle of the day, and at night when Sergei is gone for a long period of time.
The pills they give me during these times are the worst. I always feel hot and I feel as if the room is smaller than it usually is. The air is always heavier and breathing hurts. Sometimes, I feel like someone is in the room with me. Sometimes, I feel like I am crowded. Sometimes I remember screaming for Sister Anna and sometimes, I remember her coming. But now that I remember; it was not Sister Anna. I never hear the door open during these times. I am always alone, and I know that it is the pills. But even when I scream and beg, or when I ask to not take the pills, they ignore me. Before, I tried to fight. I tried to fight against the pills and tried to keep them from forcing them into my mouth. But when I fought, I was not fed and they would leave me alone without Sergei until I would beg them to give me the pills. Only then did they come back. So I stopped fighting.
Whenever Sergei returned after these times, he always tells me to come see him. He tells me to sit beside his bed and let him put his hand on my head. Then, he sings me a song. He said that it was a song his mother used to sing to him when he was sad. Sergei is not a good singer, but I still listen. Sergei rubs my head and sings that song for as long as I ask him to and sometimes, I fall asleep listening to him. He is like a dad to me, and I laugh when I think about it. Sergei is my father, and Sister Anna is my mother.
After a long time at Dr. Jenner’s hospital, I was given a single dog plushie. A plushie that I still have. I was told it was from Dr. Jenner but I can tell who it is really from. I can still smell Sister Anna on it.
A few weeks ago, Dr. Jenner had been giving me more pills and I was being taken out of the room a few days. He took me into a room with some sort of headset for me to wear and he told me that if I helped him with it, I would be able to see one day. I want to see. I want to see the world so badly so I did. I started to go with him. It got me out of the room too, so I did not mind. But, I did notice that he was not lying. Some days, I could sense it. When I put on the headset, I could sense changes. Sometimes they were small and sometimes I could actually see the change. He told me that there was a new type of system coming out soon and if I was good and helped him, I would be able to use it to see. I was hesitant, but now I am happy that I was patient like Sister Anna.
A few days ago when I put on the headset he told me that this was the final test. He had been doing things carefully and testing my mind to ensure that all was well. He told me that all of my pain was going to be turned into something better, something great… In my mind, I was happy but in my heart; I was afraid. I was afraid to open my eyes and see the world. I was afraid to see something I did not like, something I did not want to see. I was afraid to look at myself… But then, I felt it. Dr. Jenner turned on the headset again and I felt the world float away.
My eyes opened and I saw words in front of me. I knew what they were, I knew what it said.
Elder Tale….
Biography
My name is Ivan, just Ivan. That is all I have ever been called and to be honest, that is enough for me. It is better than not having one, right? At least that is what I think. Oh, I am also blind. I have never been able to see and both of my eyes just do not work. I can feel them move and I can move my eyelids but I cannot sense anything through them. I cannot see differences in light, I cannot see shadows moving in front of me, and I cannot even see my own hands. It used to hurt, not being able to see my momma, and I used to be afraid of it but it will not matter no matter how much I cry. My eyes do not work and they never will. That is why I think my momma left me. Because I was useless to her, I was not the child she expected when she first held me.
I was born fourteen years ago in a hospital somewhere in Russia. I do not know where but I know it was Russia. That is what the nurse told me so that is what I believe. My mother gave birth to me and took care of me for the first few months but then she gave up on me. She took me back to the hospital and left me at the front desk with the woman who greeted her. The hospital fought to have her take me, but they said that my mother disappeared after that. No matter how hard they searched for her they never found her again. My mother abandoned me, so the hospital took me to an orphanage. That was when I remember the first time I felt warm. The first time I smelled something sweet and the first time I felt a soft hand that actually loved me for who I was.
Sister Anna took me in and she was my caretaker. She kept me warm, she gave me food, and she gave me a very soft blanket too that I liked a lot. It made me feel safe. She was always happy and always sounded happy when I was around her. She smelled very nice and her hair was so soft too. It was almost like she was my momma but I knew, I knew she was not momma. But even when I cried and asked for momma, Sister Anna was always the one who came to me. Not momma. Momma never came back, no matter how hard I cried for her.
Sister Anna taught me how to talk and helped me learn how to walk. Being unable to see made it hard but she was patient, always patient. She would hold my tiny hands with her warm, soft fingers and guided me along the wood floor of the playroom. Some of the kids would tease me for stumbling and I still remember their laughing, but Sister Anna never gave up on me. She would kiss my hurt spots when I fell and would pick me up. She never let me quit and never let me run away from her either. Sister Anna would hold my hand as I cried and sobbed and would wait for me until I was ready to try again. Then she would call me along until I finally learned. It took a while but soon, I could stand without her holding onto me. She taught me to walk to her voice and taught me how to listen and feel my surroundings. Without eyes I needed to be able to see without them or I would never be able to explore, I would never be able to go outside.
I wanted to go outside. I wanted to feel the dry summer wind, I wanted to smell the spring air, I wanted to lay in the autumn leaves, and I wanted to taste the snow. I wanted to listen to the birds, I wanted to go to the park, and I wanted to listen to the bugs. I was little, and I was blind, but there was so much I wanted to see that I did everything Sister Anna told me to. She made mistakes, we all do, but Sister Anna always made sure I learned. There were other Sisters that helped too. Sister Valeriya, Sister Diana, and Sister Marina. Sister Marina was the cook, she made delicious soup. It was always warm and filling and always had plenty of noodles for me to have. Sister Valeriya was the teacher and she taught us all math, science, and even about God. I didn’t learn how to read or write though. Not like the others. The Sisters did not leave me out though. They gave me pencils and crayons to play with and Sister Valeriya helped me learn the motions of how to spell my name. By using both hands, I can sort of spell it but she would always laugh and say I was a little bit crooked.
Sister Diana was not around much. She was always trying to get help for the orphanage and was always bringing families in. While the other Sisters played our parents, Sister Diana was out searching for actual parents. Sister Anna called them “foster parents”. They were not our actual parents, but they would act like parents. We were always told to be good when the parents were coming to the orphanage. The better we were the more they would pick. And if you were picked, you got to go to a real home. I was never picked. I was told it was because I was too much of an angel, but I knew Sister Anna was lying. It was because of my eyes… it was always because of my eyes. And then, he showed up.
Mr. Whittiker was his name and Sister Diana was so very excited to see him when he came to the orphanage. I was older by then, one of the older children, so I was not expecting much out of him but then I felt someone sit down beside me as I sat by the window. No one sat down beside me when I was at the window except for Sister Anna. Mr. Whittiker told me that if I went with him, I would be able to see again. He told me he heard about me from a friend who had “come several months ago” and wanted to take me with him. I did not like his tone, but I agreed. I did not want to leave the orphanage or Sister Anna, I loved Sister Anna, but Mr. Whittiker was a powerful man. He paid the Sisters a large amount of money to take me and two others. That was the last time I ever saw Sister Anna, the woman I learned to call Mother.
Mr. Whittiker took me and the other two children a long way away from Russia and took us to a place called Germany. I had heard about Germany from Sister Valeriya. She said that Germany was the cause of the Second World War, and that it was not always a good place to be. I was afraid to go because of it but Mr. Whittiker told me it would be okay. When we reached Germany, he took me to a busy place. It was loud. There were a lot of automobiles and too many people for me to keep track of. I had a hard time walking and a hard time keeping myself aware of where I was. Mr. Whittiker’s maid had to help me to our destination: his hospital. Mr. Whittiker owned a small hospital for the young ones.
I was given a bed, blankets, and my own room (finally). I was also taken care of every day by the nurses and there was even a small school center I could go to. Mr. Whittiker was never around though. He was a doctor, so he had to do doctor things. The nurses helped me around the hospital though and when I wanted to go somewhere, I was always helped by a maid. Miss. Vyra was the maid who helped me outside a lot of the time. She was nice just like Sister Anna but her hands were not as warm. She also seemed a little bothered by me so I did my best to not be annoying to her. I asked for little and kept my trips short. When I wanted to stay outside for longer though, I always asked for Miss. Sabrina. Miss. Sabrina smelled like strawberries and she always was happy to talk with me while I was outside. She never felt bothered that I was blind and was always willing to help me if I had troubles. Miss. Sabrina was a busy maid though, so sometimes when I asked for her I was told she was away. That was fine though. Sister Anna always told me to never be greedy.
But, it did not last forever. One day Mr. Whittiker came into my room in the morning and told me that we were leaving. He never told me where we went but it was a long ride. I was able to count to one hundred ten times, almost three times before the car I was in stopped. We then walked very far. It was quiet during the walk and I could hear that we were somewhere open. Leaves rustled but the sound was light. Very few trees. After we stopped talking, I was introduced to Dr. Jenner. Dr. Jenner was an Englishman who was looking for some help and I was told that if I helped him, I would be able to travel. I was reluctant. Dr. Jenner’s hand was cold, wrinkled with age, and strong. Too strong for the size of it. I almost said no, but then I heard two other people move. Two that I was not told was there. I understood then that I had to leave. I was not even allowed to tell Miss. Sabrina goodbye.
Dr. Jenner took me to his… hospital… in England and I know that it is no ordinary hospital. The walls are heavy, thick, and hard. The floors are stiff and cold, and the bed is springy with a metal frame. The blankets, no matter how many I pull over myself, are always too thin and too cold. Even the doors are scary. They are made out of solid metal and lock from the outside. With Dr. Jenner, I am not allowed outside for very long and I cannot leave my room unless I am told. The food he feeds me is tasteless and sometimes cold when I get it. The water, or what I am told is water, does not taste at all like water. Sometimes he makes me take pills too. They always make my tummy hurt and I feel sick when I take them. He tells me they are good for me so I take them. I know they are not good though. But he always checks my mouth after so I have to swallow them. Sometimes, the pills make my head light. Sometimes they make my head heavy. Sometimes, I do not feel anything.
I am not alone though. In my room, there is a man named Sergei. Sergei is a big man and he is Russian (just like me!). He tells me that I am the nicest person he has seen in a while and I always tell him that it was because of Sister Anna. When I described her to him, I could hear him smile and laugh. He called her a beautiful woman. Sergei was in the hospital because he had done bad things. He never tells me what he did but he tells me that they were bad enough that he had to be strapped down. He guided me along his bed and helped me feel the straps that held him, but he told me to never let him free. Ever. But he did teach me how. “Just in case”, he would say.
Sergei always has words of advice for me when we are in the room and he always has a story to tell. Sergei was a soldier for Russia when he was young. He fought in distant lands where there was nothing but sand. He describes to me what he remembers about it and always says that it was “too damn hot”. Sergei tells me about a lot of his stories and always makes sure to describe things to me, but he leaves out the bad parts. He tells me that I am too young, too innocent.
Sergei is wheeled out of the room sometimes. Sometimes he is gone for a few hours and sometimes for days, leaving me alone in the room. During these times Dr. Jenner tells me I cannot not leave. I am given food through the door and told when to sleep and when to wake up. I am not given any toys and am given pills every morning, in the middle of the day, and at night when Sergei is gone for a long period of time.
The pills they give me during these times are the worst. I always feel hot and I feel as if the room is smaller than it usually is. The air is always heavier and breathing hurts. Sometimes, I feel like someone is in the room with me. Sometimes, I feel like I am crowded. Sometimes I remember screaming for Sister Anna and sometimes, I remember her coming. But now that I remember; it was not Sister Anna. I never hear the door open during these times. I am always alone, and I know that it is the pills. But even when I scream and beg, or when I ask to not take the pills, they ignore me. Before, I tried to fight. I tried to fight against the pills and tried to keep them from forcing them into my mouth. But when I fought, I was not fed and they would leave me alone without Sergei until I would beg them to give me the pills. Only then did they come back. So I stopped fighting.
Whenever Sergei returned after these times, he always tells me to come see him. He tells me to sit beside his bed and let him put his hand on my head. Then, he sings me a song. He said that it was a song his mother used to sing to him when he was sad. Sergei is not a good singer, but I still listen. Sergei rubs my head and sings that song for as long as I ask him to and sometimes, I fall asleep listening to him. He is like a dad to me, and I laugh when I think about it. Sergei is my father, and Sister Anna is my mother.
After a long time at Dr. Jenner’s hospital, I was given a single dog plushie. A plushie that I still have. I was told it was from Dr. Jenner but I can tell who it is really from. I can still smell Sister Anna on it.
A few weeks ago, Dr. Jenner had been giving me more pills and I was being taken out of the room a few days. He took me into a room with some sort of headset for me to wear and he told me that if I helped him with it, I would be able to see one day. I want to see. I want to see the world so badly so I did. I started to go with him. It got me out of the room too, so I did not mind. But, I did notice that he was not lying. Some days, I could sense it. When I put on the headset, I could sense changes. Sometimes they were small and sometimes I could actually see the change. He told me that there was a new type of system coming out soon and if I was good and helped him, I would be able to use it to see. I was hesitant, but now I am happy that I was patient like Sister Anna.
A few days ago when I put on the headset he told me that this was the final test. He had been doing things carefully and testing my mind to ensure that all was well. He told me that all of my pain was going to be turned into something better, something great… In my mind, I was happy but in my heart; I was afraid. I was afraid to open my eyes and see the world. I was afraid to see something I did not like, something I did not want to see. I was afraid to look at myself… But then, I felt it. Dr. Jenner turned on the headset again and I felt the world float away.
My eyes opened and I saw words in front of me. I knew what they were, I knew what it said.
Elder Tale….
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Main Class: Monk
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Beatdown - Tier 1 - A toggle-activated monk ability that grants the monk a gradual increase in damage and attack speed for every opponent they defeat. This skill utilizes a combo system, where after about a minute if the user had not gotten another kill, the effect is canceled.
Iron Body - Tier 1 - Toggle skill. The monk flexes their body, causing their skin to transform into an iron-like color for the duration of the skill. It provides additional offensive and defensive power at the slight cost of agility. As long as it is maintained, the monk's MP is gradually reduced. This skill has a casting time of 1 second. When performed while Manawyrm Stance is active, this skill does not grant an offensive boost nor does it give an agility penalty. When performed while Nighthawk Stance is active, this skill does not grant a defensive boost nor does it give an agility penalty. When performed while Ironrhino Stance is active, this skill consumes no MP.
Iron Rhino Stance - Tier 1 - Unlike its active counterparts in the Manawyrm and Nighthawk Stances, the Ironrhino Stance is a position that indicates the Monk's shift into a defensive fighting position. This toggle-activated Monk stance tenses the muscles and cancels any existing Stance. During its casting animation, the Ironrhino Stance causes a semi-transparent projection of a rhino's head to be superimposed on the player's upper body. While in this defensive stance, the user's evasion rate greatly decreases while their defensive ability increases. It's often combined with Iron Body to turn the normally agile class into a slightly capable tank.
Beatdown - Tier 1 - A toggle-activated monk ability that grants the monk a gradual increase in damage and attack speed for every opponent they defeat. This skill utilizes a combo system, where after about a minute if the user had not gotten another kill, the effect is canceled.
Iron Body - Tier 1 - Toggle skill. The monk flexes their body, causing their skin to transform into an iron-like color for the duration of the skill. It provides additional offensive and defensive power at the slight cost of agility. As long as it is maintained, the monk's MP is gradually reduced. This skill has a casting time of 1 second. When performed while Manawyrm Stance is active, this skill does not grant an offensive boost nor does it give an agility penalty. When performed while Nighthawk Stance is active, this skill does not grant a defensive boost nor does it give an agility penalty. When performed while Ironrhino Stance is active, this skill consumes no MP.
Iron Rhino Stance - Tier 1 - Unlike its active counterparts in the Manawyrm and Nighthawk Stances, the Ironrhino Stance is a position that indicates the Monk's shift into a defensive fighting position. This toggle-activated Monk stance tenses the muscles and cancels any existing Stance. During its casting animation, the Ironrhino Stance causes a semi-transparent projection of a rhino's head to be superimposed on the player's upper body. While in this defensive stance, the user's evasion rate greatly decreases while their defensive ability increases. It's often combined with Iron Body to turn the normally agile class into a slightly capable tank.
Roleplay Class: Animal Tamer
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Scout - Level 1 - The Animal Trainer attempts to recruit a monster to their cause in order to create a temporary partner. This is often done by approaching the monster without startling or aggravating it. If performed successfully, a tamed monster will fight by the Trainer's side for a few minutes before control is lost and the monster returns to the environment. Certain situations might make this duration last longer or shorter; acts of kindness toward the tamed monster will make it stick around for longer, while excessive demand will make the Trainer quickly lose favor with the monster. Only one monster can be tamed at a time at the early levels.
Scout - Level 1 - The Animal Trainer attempts to recruit a monster to their cause in order to create a temporary partner. This is often done by approaching the monster without startling or aggravating it. If performed successfully, a tamed monster will fight by the Trainer's side for a few minutes before control is lost and the monster returns to the environment. Certain situations might make this duration last longer or shorter; acts of kindness toward the tamed monster will make it stick around for longer, while excessive demand will make the Trainer quickly lose favor with the monster. Only one monster can be tamed at a time at the early levels.
Crafting Class: Chef
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Iron Stomach - Level 1 - Not even food poisoning can stop a dedicated chef! This skill can be toggled, allowing chefs to become immune to status debuffs caused by drinks and food. They also passively recover from Poison and Weakness status effects twice as quickly.
Iron Stomach - Level 1 - Not even food poisoning can stop a dedicated chef! This skill can be toggled, allowing chefs to become immune to status debuffs caused by drinks and food. They also passively recover from Poison and Weakness status effects twice as quickly.
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Extra
- Ivan is left handed.
- Ivan likes to eat cake and it is his second worst weakness.
- In the dark, Ivan may be tempted to remove his blindfold.
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Change Log
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Coded by Saber of L33T Team
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