Post by Ivan Tsarevich on Jan 31, 2012 23:29:58 GMT -5
RIDER
"Be excellent to each other!"
"Be excellent to each other!"
OTHER ALIAS[/color]: // Prince Ivan, Tsar Ivan, Ivan the Fool (Hey, that's rude!)
CURRENT AGE[/color]: // 20
YEAR OF BIRTH[/color]: // Unknown
GENDER[/color]: // Male
ALIGNMENT[/color]: // Neutral Good
OCCUPATION[/color]: // Prince, "Adventurer"
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I'm serious!...stop laughing!
Me and the Firebird? Yeah, we coo'.
Dad always said all I was good for was standing around lookin' pretty.
Huhwha?
Just one of those moments...
Helen and I...
Sometimes...I like to wear a cool hat!
Marya Morevna and I share a dance at our wedding~
Blendin' in with the modern crowd!
Hmmm? Sorry, can this wait a bit? I'm eatin'.
HEIGHT[/color]: // 180 cm
WEIGHT[/color]: // 72 kg
EYE COLOR[/color]: // Blue
HAIR COLOR[/color]: // Brown
PIERCINGS[/color]: // None
TATTOOS[/color]: // None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES[/color]: // A rather distinctive spiky hairstyle, almost always smiling.
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[li]Cheerful
- Except for a few moments where he breaks down and cries, and even fewer when he gets mad, Ivan is for the most part a very happy, easygoing fellow. He tells jokes, drinks vodka, he'll sing songs and dance. Barring a few special cases, he'll greet whatever's thrown at him with a wide grin.
[/li][li]Kind
- Ivan is a really nice person, sometimes even to a fault. He'll try to fix everyone's problems, and he'll often put the wellbeing of others before his own. This can lead to potentially disasterous situations in which Ivan will attempt to give his enemies a chance to walk away.
[/li][li]Oblivious
- Ivan can be a bit thick in the head. Sometimes he'll completely ignore directions. Other times, he'll be too trusting of people, with his first impression of most everyone he meets being "this is a good person".
[/li][li]Determined
- Despite all his faults, nothing stops Ivan once he sets his mind to it. Be it fetch quest upon fetch quest, or repeatedly suffering unfathomable pain to save his love, Ivan will. Not. Quit.
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LIKES[/color]: //
Helen. May she rest in peace
Marya Morevna(<3)
The Wolf. Best buddy a guy could ask for!
His sisters
His bird-in-laws
His late Father
The Firebird
The golden-maned horse
The horse obtained from Baba Yaga
Vodka
Dancing
Singing
Laughing
Having an overall good time
Helping people out
Animals
DISLIKES[/color]: //
KOSCHEIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Baba Yaga
His brothers (They KILLED him!)
Being chopped up
Fetch quests
Doing things three times
Seeing people cry
Feeling helpless
STRENGTHS[/color]: // Ivan's a very lucky individual, and this paired with his Dumb Luck skill helps the tide turn in his favor. He's also very agile, and never gives up. The Wolf is very wise, and his shapeshifting can come in handy, and his horse Muckey is quite amazing.
WEAKNESSES[/color]: // Ivan isn't particularly anything special in battle without Muckey, lacking any real skill or training in combat. He also has a terrible habit of being way too kind to his enemies. This is all ignoring the fact that he's not terribly bright, and has a habit of blatantly disregarding orders.[/size][/blockquote]
MY LEGEND: //[/color]
Ivan Tsarevich on Wikipedia
Ivan and the Grey Wolf on Wikipedia
Prince Ivan and the Grey Wolf
The Firebird
The Death of Koschei the Deathless
MY HISTORY[/color]: //
Hey, there! I'm Prince Ivan! Well, one of 'em. There were lots of princes with the name Ivan in the olden days of Russia, apparently. But let's talk about me a bit!
I lived in a castle with my father, Tsar Berendey, my two older brothers, and my three younger sisters. All of his subjects adored my father (and so did I!). He was really great. He was kind, and he was just...he would listen to everyone's problems, and even throw big feasts where all of his people, rich and poor alike, could eat their fill. He was a great tsar, and an even greater father to me and my brothers, Dimitri and Vasili, and my sisters, Marya, Olga, and Anna.
Still, even a great man like Dad felt down sometimes. And when he would, he'd go out into his garden and look at his favorite tree, the one that grew golden apples. They weren't edible or anything, but Dad loved to spend hours just watching the sunlight play off of the reflective skin of the fruit. That always made him feel better. Except when it started making him feel sadder, because he noticed his apples were disappearing.
Greatly distressed by this, my father called my brothers and I to him. He explained that the apples were disappearing, and he wanted us to keep watch at night in the garden to see who, or what, was taking them. Dimitri, being the oldest, asked to go first. But the next morning he came and said that he didn't sleep a wink, but he saw nothing. Still, apples were disappearing. So then Vasili tried. But the next morning, he came with the same story as Dimitri. Finally, it was my turn. Being somewhat doubtful of my brothers' stories, I was determined to not fall asleep. So I ran in place, I danced, I sang songs, I clashed blades with imaginary enemies...if I got tired, I splashed cold dew on my face and was instantly awake again. After several hours, well into the dead of night, the garden was illuminated as if it were noon. Squinting, I looked to the golden apple tree, and there, plucking the apples from the branches, was a magnificent golden bird, shining like the sun! I quickly scampered over, and making to catch it and take it to my father, gripped its tail. The bird gave a terrible squawk and quickly flew off, leaving me only with one faintly glowing feather.
The next morning, I went to report to my father. I showed him the feather with my head hung low, apologizing for failing to catch the bird. Despite my blunder, he pulled me into a big hug, thanking me for revealing the culprit as the famed Firebird. And following the night I took the feather, the bird never did take from Dad's trees again. But soon, he once again became depressed, and called my brothers and I to see him. When he arrived, he was absentmindedly twirling the shimering tailfeather of the Firebird between his fingers. He told us that he longed to set eyes on the Firebird properly, and beyond that, to own it. Therefore, whoever brought back the Fire Bird would recieve half of the tsardom, and be named his heir. And thus, he gave each of the best horses the kingdom could offer, weeks-worths of food, and set us on our way, returning the Firebird's tail feather back to me as a sort of good luck charm. Sticking it in the band of my favorite hat, I set off on my adventure!
Now, while the promise of having half of the tsardom was nice, above all I just wanted to make my Dad happy. So I rode along, until I found strange pillar in the middle of the path. Peeking around the pillar, I noticed that the road split three ways behind it...I decided it'd probably be a good idea to read what the pillar said.
"Whosoever goes from this pillar on the road straight before him will be cold and hungry. Whosoever goes to the left side will be safe and sound, but his horse will be killed. And whosoever goes to the right side will be killed himself, but his horse will be safe and sound."
I thought about it long and hard. If I rode straight ahead, my chances at survival were slim...and if I rode to the right, my chances of survival were apparently none. So, I rode to the left. After a day or so, I found myself in a thick forest. I had stopped to take a break and stretch my legs, when a flash of grey shot from between the trees. Blood erupted from jagged gashes on my horse's throat, and as it fell to the ground, I saw an absolutely enormous grey wolf, not much smaller than my horse. Was I scared? Shitless! But...I couldn't just let this beast get away with killing my horse! With a shout, I tackled the wolf, drawing my jewled dagger. But to my surprise, it plead for its life. And I don't mean that in a figurative sense, mind you. It actually started talking.
"Wait, Prince Ivan!" the wolf said to me in a deep, gravely voice. "I was only doing my job, and ending my life will not return your horse's. Spare me, and I will be your greatest friend, and carry you across the world on my back."
I looked into the wolf's eyes. I...strangely trusted him. With a nod, I stood and sheated my dagger. The wolf stood and gave me a look. After a few moments of silence, I realized what he was waiting for. I hopped onto the wolf's back, arms wrapped around its nexk to keep from falling. He asked where I was headed, and I explained I was off trying to find the Firebird. He laughed, flashing a wolfish grin back at me.
"You would've been riding around for years and not have found it. How lucky you happened across me!"
And with that, he took off. He was fast, faster than any horse I had ever ridden in my life. As we sped out of the woods and into the plains, the cold evening air rushing through my hair, I couldn't help but grin. This had just become an adventure.
By nightfall, we had arrived at the thick stone walls of a castle. I dismounted the wolf, and he explained:
"Beyond the walls, there is a garden. At its center is a golden cage, and inside is the Firebird. The cage door is open, and no guards are watching. Grab the Firebird and return here; whatever you do, though, do not touch the cage!"
Giving the wolf a nod, I quickly scaled the wall. As he said, there I was in the garden, illuminated as if it were the middle of the day. On a pedestal in the center, there was a beautiful cage, and inside, the Firebird. I quietly scuttled over, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. I then reached in and grabbed the bird. It started making such a fuss, strugling and pecking and scratching! After several seconds of wrestling with the bird, I decided it'd be easier to just take it cage and all. But as soon as I set my hand on the handle of the cage, loud bells began to ring, and I was almost instantly surrounded by guards.
The guards took me before the tsar of the palace, Tsar Afron, and demanded to know my name. I told him I was the son of Tsar Berendey...to which he replied that he was good friends with my father, and would have given the Firebird to me had I just asked. I groaned a bit in embarrassment. He continued that since I tried to steal the bird from him, I had to do him a favor and go to a neighboring castle and steal a horse with a golden mane. Once I did that, not only would he forgive me, but he would give me the Firebird. And with that, he rushed me out of his castle.
I explained the situation to the wolf, who glared at me.
"Why did you disobey me, Ivan? he asked. I hung my head and mearly said that I made a stupid mistake. He sighed, but smiled. "Well...being able to admit that is an admirable quality. Hop on, Ivan, we've got places to be.
And we took off again, riding until we reached another castle the next night. The wolf gave me the rundown. The castle gates were open. The stable was open. All I needed to do was get on the horse and leave. But whatever I did, I was not to touch the golden bridle hanging over the door. With a nod, I went inside the castle walls, entered the stable, and hopped on the golden-maned horse. But I could not get the damn thing to budge. Figuring it would be easier to do so with some reins, I hopped off and grabbed the bridle above the door. I instantly regret the decision, as bells started ringing and I was surrounded by guards. With a sigh, I went with them was they took me before Tsar Kusman, who of course said he'd have given me the horse had I ask, and then told me to go do him a favor.
He wanted me to go kidnap the princess Helen, said to be the most beautiful woman in the land, and bring her back to be his wife. And so I was rushed out of the castle and returned to the wolf. I apologized for my stupidity. Again. He chuckled lightly and reached a paw up, patting me on my shoulder. And with that, we rode off again.
We arrived at another castle the next day. I dismounted the wolf, and he told me stay here, stating that while he meant me no offense, he would get Helen himself. I felt a tad upset, but figured it was for the best. With a nod, the wolf leapt over the castle wall. A few minutes passed, and I saw him come over the wall again, carrying Helen on his back.
Our eyes met, and it felt like time stood still. She was breathtaking. Stunning. Gorgeous! I don't have enough words for "beautiful" to describe what I felt when I first saw her. As we rode the wolf back to the owner of the golden-maned horse, we talked, laughed...maaaybe cuddled a bit. But as we got closer and closer to where we had to part ways, we both lost all will to talk, both of us beginning to cry silently. Is this it? Was I to just give my love away to someone in exchange for a horse?
The wolf felt my tears on his head as we neared the tsar's castle, and he stopped.
"Why do you weep, Ivan?" he asked, a hint of concern visible in his gruff voice. How could I not weep, I asked him, when I was to give Helen away to be the wife of Tsar Kusman? The wolf merely grinned, and told me to hide Helen behind a tree. After I had done so, he began to change his shape, becoming a perfect copy of Helen. He spoke to me in her voice, instructing me to present him to the king, then after I recieved the horse, to retrieve Helen, and head toward the castle of Tsar Afron, stating he would meet up with us again after he could slip away. I gave the delighted tsar his wolf bride, and he gave me the golden-maned horse. Soon I and the real Helen were speeding off.
The wolf caught up to us just before we reached the castle of Tsar Afron. I asked him a question: If he could turn into a beautiful woman and back, could he do the same for a horse? With a grin, he tapped the ground three times with his paw, and he was suddenly a mirror image of the golden-maned horse. We repeated our previous plan: I took the wolf-horse before the delighted Tsar Afron, who gave me the Firebird (complete in non-alarm rigged cage), and I rode off on the real horse. Not much later, the wolf caught up with us, and we rode back towards my home.
When we reached the woods where the wolf and I first met, the wolf told me that it was time for us to part ways. I gave the wolf a big hug and it patted me on the back with a large paw, before disappearing into the trees. Helen and I continued back home upon the golden maned horse. When we were nearly there, we decided to take a nap in the afternoon sunlight. Tying the horse to a branch, Helen and I snuggled up against a tree and fell asleep. I had a wonderful dream about a fish that gave me a walking stove, when I felt a sharp pain in my chest and heard a woman scream. Despite this, I simply drifted further into my slumber...
I awoke with a gasp, and quickly glanced around. Helen and the horse and the bird were gone, my chest ached, and my tunic was drenched with blood.
"Thank heavens..." I heard a familar gravely voice say in relief. Looking forward, I saw the wolf, two empty bottles next to his feet. As happy as I was to see him, I asked him what the hell had happened. What he told me shook my soul. My two elder brothers, Dimitri and Vasili, who were just arriving home from their own fruitless quests for the Firebird, were shocked to find me napping with it in my possession. And beyond that, an amazing horse and a beautiful woman. Without even pausing to question if it was wrong, Dimitri drew his sword and ran it straight through my chest, killing me instantly. Helen had awakened and screamed, but they threatened to kill her too if she told anyone. They then drew lots for my posessions, with the horse going to Dimitri and Helen to Vasili. They then rode off, and left me for dead. It had been a few days since that happened when the wolf appeared, and sent a crow off to retrieve the Waters of Death and the Waters of Life. When it had brought them back, he had applied the Waters of Death to my wound, mending it, and the Waters of Life soon followed, bringing me back to life.
He explained that today was the day my brother Vasili was to marry Helen. Wasting no time, I jumped onto the wolf's back and we took off like an arrow, going faster than we ever had before. We charged into the city, onto the castle grounds, and with a mighty roar, the wolf rammed the door of the chapel, and we skidded inside, met by the gasps and screams of those attending. My brothers went pale as Helen ran to me and flung her arms around me, crying tears of joy as she declared me as her true husband. I proceeded to tell everyone in the church, including my father, about the treachery of my brothers.
That very day, my brothers executed for murder; three days later, Helen and I were married. After our wedding, the wolf and I said our final goodbyes before he returned to the forest. And we lived happily ever after!
...until a year later, when Helen fell ill. No one could find the cause of her sickness, and she slowly wasted away, until she...died. My heart was shattered. She was so young, and we had so much more life to live together...I fell into a depression, something that certainly wasn't helped by my father finally succumbing to old age a few months later. Right before he died, he said to me:
"Send your sisters with the first suitors that come for them, Ivan. Don't cling to them."
After burying my father, my sisters and I went out to stroll through the garden. As we paused to admire the golden apple tree (in which the Firebird had made its nest), a violent storm cloud appeared overhead. Just as I was able to get us all inside the castle, a falcon dove from the clouds, splitting the ceiling and upon hitting the floor, he became a handsome young man.
"Prince Ivan!" he said, "I have come to ask for the hand of your sister, the fair Princess Marya, in marriage!"
I gave my consent, saying that he had found favor in the eyes of my sister, I was not one to hold her back. She gleefully clung to her new prince, and they left immediately for his kingdom.
Several months after that, my two remaining sisters and I were strolling through the garden, when once again the sky went dark with clouds. As we made our way inside, the ceiling cracked open as an eagle flew into the castle and became a handsome youth. He politely introduced himself, before stating he had come to take Olga as his wife. I gave my blessing, and Olga and her new husband happily went off.
Six more months had passed, and it was just me and Anna left. As we sat in the garden having a chat about our sisters, the sky grew dark. Predictably, as we hurried inside, the ceiling smashed open as a raven dove in. Upon hitting the castle floor, he became a young man far more handsome than the last two. Anna was practically pushing me to hurry and give my permission when the Raven asked for her hand in marriage. As I saw the two of them off, I gave a sad smile and a wave, before getting to work repairing the castle ceiling for the third time. That was it...I was alone now. Helen, Dimitri, Vasili, Father were all dead, and my sisters had all moved out to begin their lives. It was just me, Prince (Well, technically Tsar) Ivan. I mean, sure, I had servants and subjects...but I had no one I could really be close with.
A whole year passed, and I finally grew tired of sulking around the castle. I made up my mind, I was going to ride out and visit my sisters. Getting out of the castle would do me good, I thought; I hadn't done so since Helen passed away. So I left the kingdom in the control of my father's most trusted advisor, saddled up the golden-maned horse, and rode off, surprised at how much I missed riding, with the warm sun on my face and a gentle breeze through my hair.
After riding a couple of days, I came across a plain in which an entire army lay dead. I found one survivor, and asked who had done this, and he stated it was the work of the fair Marya Morevna. Curiosity piqued, I rode on further until I found a large white tent. As if she were expecting me, Marya Morevna stepped out. She was...breathtaking. Tall, fair, full lips, large eyes, and long black hair. To my surprise, Morevna invited me into her tent. I spent a couple days there, and we'd chat, with me telling her the story of my adventure with the Firebird over some vodka. At the end of the second night, Marya Morevna asked me to marry her. And...I said yes. I was actually sort of surprised when I did. I never thought I would love someone else again after Helen died, but I found that I had indeed fallen for Marya.
The next morning, Marya carried me off to her kingdom. We spent some time there getting me used to the place, before she left to make preperations for our wedding. She left me in charge of the castle, telling me whatever I do, not to look in her closet. Of course...as soon as she left, curiosity hit me hard, and I opened it...only to find a stairway. Following the stairway deep, deep, deep under the castle, I finally arrived at a small cell, in which there was a decrepit man, bound in twelve heavy chains. As soon as he saw me, he pleaded to me, saying he hadn't had anything to drink in decades, and promised me an extra life for every bucket of water I gave him. Taking pity on him, I quickly fetched three buckets of water, lifting them to his lips as he quickly and messily guzzled them. As soon as he finished the third bucket, his chains shattered. With a rumble, the ceiling above the cell began to open, all the way up through the layers of stone and dirt, until the sky was visible. And with that, the old man turned into a vulture and flew off.
I quickly rushed up the long staircase and out the castle doors. Everyone was in a panic, screaming about how Koschei the Deathless had escaped and kidnapped Marya Marevna. I realized two things. One, I had screwed up. Big time. And two, because I had messed up, I lost Marya. I broke down, sobbing, cursing myself and my foolishness...but, no. I didn't have time to sit around feeling sorry for myself. I had just spent a whole year doing so. Wiping my eyes, I quickly ran to and mounted the golden-maned horse. I then set off wandering. I had no clue where Koschei would have taken Marya, but I wasn't going to try to find it.
As I traveled, I came across the castle belonging to my sister Marya and her husband, the Falcon. We caught up briefly, before I told them I had to leave to go rescue my love, Marya Marevna, from Koschei the Deathless. The Falcon looked grim, saying it would be hard to do so. He asked me to leave him a silver spoon. It was a curious request, but I obliged, and was soon on my way.
In the next couple days, I came across the castle of Olga and the Eagle, and then the castle of Anna and the Raven. I spent a bit of time catching up with each, before telling them of my quest. The Eagle asked me to leave him a silver spoon, and the Raven asked for my silver snuff-box. Still found it a bit odd, but I did as they asked. And so, I continued on, trying to find where Koschei was keeping my love.
Eventually, possibly by pure dumb luck, I found Koschei's kingdom. In ruins, overgrown...completely fitting for a decaying monster such as himself. There I found Marya, and we kissed, cried, embraced...then she scolded me for releasing Koschei, before embracing me some more. I told her we had to hurry and get out of there while we could, and so we got onto the golden-maned horse and took off. But we hadn't made it but two minutes when Koschei appeared behind us on his horse. He knocked me off my horse, and chopped me into pieces...to my surprise, I reformed. He informed me I had used one of my three extra lives, and he'd kill me again if I tried to rescue Marya.
...So I waited until nightfall, and once again grabbed Marya and rode off. And again, Koschei caught up, cut me up, and told me he'd do it again if I tried to take Marya. I ached. Even if I reformed afterwards, getting chopped up hurt. Still...I couldn't give up. I had to fix my mistakes. And even more, I would not lose another lover. And so the next day, I quickly grabbed Marya, and we took off, as fast as my horse could go. But Koschei was faster. He grabbed Marya, and cut me to pieces...and this time, I didn't get put back together.
I sputtered awake, coughing violently as I frantically checked my surroundings. I wasn't just outside Koschei's kingdom. I was at the ocean's shore, and my brother-in-laws, the Falcon, the Eagle, and the Raven were around me, helping me up and sighing in relief. They explained to me that when my silver belongings turned black, they knew something terrible had happened to me and flew to my rescue. I had been covered with some sort of magical tar to prevent my pieces from sticking back together, sealed in a barrel, and thrown into the ocean. The Eagle flew to the ocean and grabbed the barrel in his talons as the Falcon and Raven flew off to the woods near my kingdom and asked a certain grey wolf about how I could be saved. He hurriedly explained to them about the Waters of Life and Waters of Death, and swiftly went to find them. They met back up with the Eagle, opened the barrel, poured me out, and put me back together like a puzzle. Using the Waters of Death, they sealed me back up, and then brought me back with the Waters of Life.
I decided I needed to stop making a habit of being saved by talking animals with magic water. As I sat down, my entire body aching, I asked the Falcon to fly to Marya and ask her to find out where Koschei got his amazing horse. I figured if I'd need one as good, or better, if I were to save Marya. He returned the next day with a handkerchief, and explained that Koschei got his horse from watching Baba Yaga's for three days. I'd need this handkerchief to get across the river of fire leading to her home. Thanking my bird-in-laws again, I began my long walk to Baba Yaga's.
I had made my way over the river of fire, but it was still days until I would reach Baba Yaga's cabin. I was beginning to get hungry when I noticed a bird of prey with her chicks. I said to myself that perhaps I'd eat one, when the mother bird begged me not to, saying she'd pay me back one day. With a sigh, I agreed, and continued on.
The next day, I saw a hive of bees. I decided to have some honey. But the bees begged me not to disturb their treasures, and also promised me a favor one day. Again, I agreed, and miserably tread onwards.
The day after that, I found a lioness and her cub. I was starving, and HAD to eat, so I grabbed the cub. The lioness wailed and begged me to spare her child's life, and she too promised she'd make it up to me. Though my stomach growled violently in protest, I left them be.
By the time I arrived at Baba Yaga's chicken-legged hut, I was barely alive, dragging myself along. The witch stepped out of her hut, and inquired to my reason for being there. I explained that I had to get a horse to rival Koschei's, and she grinned. She brought me inside and fed me a huge meal. As I ate, she explained her terms: If I could watch her mares for three days without losing a single one, she would let me have an amazing steed. But if I failed, she'd kill me and display my head on a pike outside of her house. I had no choice, and I agreed.
The next morning, I went out to watch her herd of horses. As soon as I appeared, they all took off. I spent the entire day searching for them. Exhausted, I returned to Baba Yaga's house and found they were all there. The mother bird from early landed on my shoulder and told me that she had payed off her debt, having all of her friends peck and scratch the horses until they returned. I thanked her, and she flew off.
The morning after, I once again went out to watch Baba Yaga's herd, and they once again took off. I searched high and low, and when I returned, I found they were all there. A bee landed on my finger and said it had every bee it knew sting the horses until they returned. I thanked it, and it flew away.
It was the last of the three days I needed to watch Baba Yaga's herd. Predictably, they all ran off in different directions. Spending the day fruitlessly searching, the lioness stepped up to me and told me all the horses were home, afraid to leave because of the lions prowling the area. But she warned me not to go see Baba Yaga; she had not intended me to succeed, and would kill me anyway. Instead, I was to go to her stables and find a sorry-looking colt, rolling around in the muck. I was to hide with it until nightfall, and then ride away with it. I thanked the lioness, and returned to Baba Yaga's house, steatlthily entering the stables. As the lioness said, there was the colt, rolling in the muck. I stayed hidden with it until night fell, then mounted it, and we took off.
Oh my god, it was the fastest animal I had ever ridden. Even my ride with the wolf paled in comparison as the world began to blur around me. As we approached the bridge of fire, I noticed that an angry Baba Yaga was persuing me in her giant mortar and pestle. I waved the handkerchief, making a sturdy bridge for my horse and I to pass over. After we crossed it, I looked back and waved it again; the bridge became thin and rickety. Baba Yaga still attempted to cross it. It collapsed under her weight, and she fell into the river of fire. Good riddance. Witch derserved it.
Wasting no time, I immediately rode to Koschei's kingdom. Marya looked shocked as I appeared; last she had seen me I was dead for good, sealed in a barrel in the ocean. We embraced and shared a long kiss..before we realized where we were and we had to get going. She hesitated, saying she couldn't bear to see me killed again. I told her she didn't have to worry, I didn't really plan on being chopped up ever again. We got on my horse, and took off like lightning.
As we rode, Koschei appeared behind us, only barely able to keep up. He leaned forward on his horse, reaching a hand out to grab Marya. At that moment, my horse bucked its back leg out, kicking Koschei in the head, its hoof cracking his skull and sending him flying. We slowed and I jumped off my horse, and drawing a club, I ran to Koschei and stood over his unconcious body. In what was probably the sole moment of malice in my entire life, I repeatedly bashed his head with my club, until nothing was left but a red, pulpy mess. Marya and I made a bonfire and threw Koschei's body into it. We both knew it wouldn't be the end...but it should take him long enough to return that we could enjoy our life together. And so, with me on my horse and her on Koschei's we rode back to her kingdom, where we were wed.
And we lived happily ever after. For real, this time.
MY GOALS[/color]: // To have another excellent adventure. But if he discovers Koschei's participation in the war, he'll do everything he can to make sure the Grail doesn't fall into his clutches.
Ivanblade: A long, ornately-decorated sword with a red hilt. Nothing's special about it, it's just a nice weapon.
Jeweled Dagger: A hunting knife with a golden handle inlaid with precious stones. A gift from his father.
Beating stick: A thick, black club Ivan carries around. It's got a good heft to it. Notable for being the weapon Ivan used to mash Koschei's head to a pulpy mess.
NOBLE PHANTASM[/color]: //
The Grey Wolf - Greatest Of Man's Friends
Rank: D
Type: Support
Range: N/A
Max Targets: N/A
The amazing grey wolf Ivan befriended in his quest for the Firebird. The wolf is quite wise, and often acts as a protector for the somewhat naive and oblivious Ivan, keeping him out of trouble. The wolf can be ridden around as a mount, but it can also shapeshift. Since the wolf physically becomes the animal or person it is shifting into, it only needs has a mana cost for the shape changing itself, not for the upkeep. It does not cost much mana to maintain the wolf's presence, as it isn't a great mount.
SKILLS
SKILLS
Shapeshifting A: The capability to change one’s shape and appearance physically rather than making the illusion of such an effect.
Wisdom A: The skill to know what would be most benifical, in combat or out, to see what is true and what is false. In battle, should the enemy's name be revealed, the Wolf will have a chance to predict their next action. Out of combat this allows him to come up with strategies that have a high chance of success, given enough time.
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Baba Yaga's Colt - Prized Heroic Steed
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: N/A
Max Targets: N/A
The horse Ivan obtained from the witch Baba Yaga, and affecionately calls Muckey. The sorry-looking grey-speckled colt is rather small, but should not be underestimated. It's wickedly fast, and incredibly strong. Its specialty is a powerful kick where it bucks both of its legs out behind it. If one is hit in the head by this kick, they suffer a rank down in END for the duration. Due to the power of the horse, and Ivan's low mana, he can keep it materialized for about five minutes.
CLASS ABILITIES[/color]: //
Riding A: All creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts. (Between the Wolf and the horse he obtained from Baba Yaga, Ivan rode some amazing creatures in his day, and didn't fall off once!)
Magic Resistance C: Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. (You don't take on Koschei the Deathless and then marry a powetrful sorceress if you can't take a spell here and there.)
SKILLS[/color]: //
Golden Rule C: Measures the ability to aquire wealth. At this rank, he's somewhere along the lines of a multi-millionaire. (He was the son of a tsar, later became tsar, and then upon marriage, gained a second kingdom. The kid ran around with a jewel-encrusted dagger.)
Bravery B: Capacity to resist mental interference such as pressure, confusion and fascination. At this rank, immune to psychic and psychological ailments. (Ivan tried again and again to save Marya, even after being chopped to bits repeatedly. He even made a deal with the witch Baba Yaga to help him in this endevor. He was either really brave, or really stupid.)
Battle Continuation B: Capacity to remain fighting even severely wounded. At this rank, capable of ignoring all penalties that damage might cause while still suffering in the end through amassed battle damage. (Ivan would not stay dead, albiet with a little help from his friends.)
Dumb Luck A: No matter what the situation, things had a habit for going right for Ivan in the end. This skill allows Ivan to have a greatly increased chance to be in "the right place at the right time" or to "find just what was needed for the situation". It doesn't do anything as drastic as having him discover a sword with anti-draconian properties when fighting an enemy with a dragon attribute. It will, however, have him notice a bag of marbles he can spill under someone's feet, causing them to stumble. It won't do anything like cause a sure-hit Noble Phantasm to go wildly off course; it may, however, cause him to trip at just the right moment to avoid being decapitated by a powerful swing. It's a large chance for a lot of little things to "go right" for Ivan, and potentially turn the tides against an enemy much stronger than he.
STRENGTH[/color]: // C
ENDURANCE[/color]: // C
AGILITY[/color]: // B
MANA[/color]: // D
LUCK[/color]: // A
NOBLE PHANTASM[/color]: // C
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FACE CLAIM[/color]: // Bartz Klauser, Dissidia 012
OTHER CHARACTERS[/color]: // Arash-e Kamangir (W2)
MISC. INFORMATION[/color]: //
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