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Ivan Strazi

0 · 616 views · located in Soviet Russian, Magnitogorsk

a character in “Soviet Russia and The Order of Stalin”, as played by The_Sickness

Description

Name/s: Ivan "The Wall"

Surname: Strazi

Age: 25

Height: 7'

Weight: 350 lbs

Appearance and Description: Image
Ivan is commonly seen in his uniform from his days with the spetsnaz (Russian special forces)
Blue camouflage from head to toe and thick black combat boots.
A watch on his right hand and a thick black leather band on his left.
He is also partial to green camouflage.

Personality: Quiet, stern looking, serious, he looks for justice in all things

Loyalty: Secretly doubting

History: Russian spetsnaz (ages 20-25)
Russian military (ages 18-20)
Ivan has always been a large person.
His hulking frame often ran him foul of people that wanted to "fight the biggest kid in school."
Scared and shy he was often beaten to a pulp by these very kids.
Though just before finishing school he began learning to fight and take up for himself.
Originally he followed the Stalinist theory that magic users were evil and his time inn the spetsnaz was spent rounding them up.
Now he has been sentenced to this magic academy after it was discovered he possessed super human strength.
A talent even his superiors and Ivan himself have no knowledge of is his ability to "eat" and discharge energy.


Goals: He looks for justice even in the devastated state of his home land.

Theme for Character: Whatever, Our Lady Peace

So begins...

Ivan Strazi's Story

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Ivan Strazi- 3:35


Ivan walked down the hall, his stride a little like that of a bulldog, to go along with his stance.
He looked through hall among the faces of the students gathered about.
His gaze was met with many sneers, or some, not wishing to tempt fate, simply turned their heads in disgust.
After all he was the reason a lot of them were there in the first place.
He knew the reputation this school had as a demon's paradise.
The blood stains on the wall where many had beaten, the trails of the same blood across the floor being hurriedly mopped up by the janitor.
Everything about this place spoke of death.
Why was he there then?
It was discovered that Ivan had super human strength by his superiors and rather than execute him for his power.
The spetsnaz (russian special forces) sentenced him to this, fancy concentration camp.

Ivan made no bones about not liking what went on here.
The strong lived like kings while the weak were pounded into a bloody mess.
There were reports from there before Ivan got there of students heads being fashioned to the spikes on the black, wrought iron, fence that stood sentinel around the grounds of the school.
And where his views of Stalin were once nearing that of idolization, his mind had begun to turn after seeing just what places like this did to people.
Taking good kids and making animals of them instead of patriots.
Taking weaker kids and leaving them a mere husk of what they once were.
He was determined however that this would not happen on his watch.
Even vowing that if he were to see a girl being harmed he would crush the skull of the one doing it like a beer can.
Finally he broke from his thoughts, his steps getting heavier with each progressive clunk of his well polished, black, combat boots against the checkerboard style floor.

His large hand would finally reach for the door and his large, muscular seven foot frame would soon follow.
A brief look around the room revealed a very quiet, very sedate class, save one... a young girl crying.
He stood there for a moment watching her helplessly as there were still guards in the room and he knew, this being his first day, that he was being observed.
With his fingers around a piece of white chalk he slowly began to write his name across the black board. "I-v-a-n S-t-r-a-z-i"
He then nodded to the guard firmly after folding his arms and the guards did take their leave standing just outside the door of the classroom.
With a graveled voice he spoke a little louder than first intended.
"MY NAME IS..."
He then caught himself and brought his fist up to his lips as he went to clear his throat.
A guard charging into the room to see that all was well.
Ivan just nodded to the man and waved him on.
Once he disappeared again behind the wood door with a frosted glass panel.
Ivan started to speak again.
"My apologies, my name is Ivan Strazi.
I am here to teach you combat both in magic and perhaps physically as these will both be critical to your success here.
Around this school much has happened, a great deal of it I have knowledge of.
I am here to tell you, in my class this will not happen.
Our female students are meant to be respected, to be treated as women should be and you will do this at all times when you are within my sight.
This means that our men will learn to hold the door for these ladies, anyone failing to do so will meet with a negative mark where ever I choose to place it.
Also our stronger men will learn to take care of rather than beat or bully our weaker men.
What you do outside of my classroom does not concern me unless I see it and then I will take appropriate action.
Always remember Ivan is always watching, even when it looks like Ivan isn't watching."
He then took a look around the room, some of the faces were filthy and down trodden looking.
Others filled with a mixture of fear and anger.
And then there were the select few filled with a hate filled rage.
The new students were easy enough to spot, their eyes wider than a deer in headlights and flittering around the room.


He then walked in front of the class as though a caged lion, pacing from wall to wall with his hands clasped behind his back.
"I am sure many of you know of me, a few of you were probably brought here by me."
His eyes soon became downcast as he stopped in the room, his hands still clasped behind his back.
"I was doing my job. Those of you here by my hand have my apology those of you not here by my hand..I will do all that I can to make your stay here bearable.
Please attribute my actions outside to my profession and little else."
With that he then stood leaning against his desk with his arms folded.
"I have said all that I can now it is your turn.
I would like to know each of your names and anything you would like to share with the class, then we will begin."