Description
Age: 31
Race: Human
A 6ā1, 190 pound, Caucasian male with a rough face and a body riddled with cuts, stab marks, scars and bullet holes. He has nothing but fuzz that he calls hair on his head. He has a medium build. His nose is a bit crooked after he took a nine iron to face from a Fiend. He also has a large scar that runs along the side of his face from behind his left ear down to his neck, also from a Fiend; using the combat knife that is currently in Ivanās possession. Ivan speaks with a slight Russian accent picked up from his parents.
Password: Pipboy 3000
Personality
While wandering the wastes he is a cynical, rough and violent man. Although he usually sticks to killing raiders and gangers, if he's low on caps and desperate enough, he has taken lives of prospectors and other usually peaceful residents of the wastes. While in a friendly settlement having a drink in a bar he allows himself to relax and be a little friendlier as he survived another day. What more of a reason is there to relax? This has puzzled previous partners. They will have him pegged as a happy go lucky lecherous guy in a casino bar, or a rough, violent, cynical nut job in wastes. Then they enter or leave the settlement and find themselves with a different person. Most that have traveled with Ivan havenāt had a horrible time, a few even enjoying his violence and cynicism; it has kept him alive so far being wary of people hes meets in the wastes.
Equipment
Military grade clothing lined with Kevlar, bought from Flak who acquired it from a prewar military stash, it has a large assortment of pouches and pockets for supplies and ammo. A large pack that he keeps his possessions and loot in. A full gas mask that he puts on the second he leaves a settlement. It doesn't leave his face while traveling the wastes unless he is shoving some food or water in his mouth; even then he only pulls it up slightly for that.
Sleeping roll
Flint
A customized Chinese assault rifle: under-slung flashlight, lighter parts, improved sights.
Sawed off shotgun: A flashlight duct taped to the underside of the barrel.
9mm pistol: small under-slung flashlight.
Combat knife
Frag grenades
Other necessary supplies (food, water, ammo, etc, etc)
500 caps
History
Ivan grew up in the capital wasteland. He lived in a small little shit town with his parents and younger brother.
He lost his brother when he was eight and his brother five. They had loved playing around and exploring. Unknowingly they stumbled upon a radiated cavern. It didn't take long for his younger brother to get sick. It wasn't noticeable at first. One day he woke up puking blood. By this point it was hopeless. He died in sleep that night.
His father knew it was radiation sickness. He gave his surviving son a gas mask. He told him it would keep him safe from radiation. A few weeks after his brotherās death a group of raiders attacked the town. His parents died fighting. His parents had hidden him under the bed. The raiders cleared the place out not finding Ivan. He left the bed when night fell. He found his parents bodies. He was to shocked to cry. The raiders must have not had enough men to take everything as they left his fatherās gun behind.
He pried his fatherās Chinese assault rifle from his dead hands, all his ammunition and he left. He remembered his fatherās words about the gas mask; it never left his face. He wandered the wastes for a week when he ran upon a group of massive metal men. He hid behind a rock where he watched them for a few minutes. One of them glanced towards his cover, he was frightened and he opened fire. His father had only showed him the weapon a couple of times. His shots went wild say for one, which struck one of the metal giants in the leg. They fired red beams of light at him hitting his cover. He ducked and started screaming in terror. The metal men stopped firing and walked towards him.
Ivan remembers vaguely hearing them ask for his name. He was still cowering fear. He heard something about bringing him to a lion. This caused him to begin to cry. His mother had told him stories of massive yellow beasts that ate people.
They tried to take his gun away but he wouldn't let them. One of them eventually wrestled it from his hands. They might have taken his rifle but they wouldn't take his gas mask. He screamed and beat his fists against the manās leg. He told him it was keeping him safe. He followed the men for hours and eventually accepted he was going to die.
He found out after entering a giant metal castle that he wasnāt being fed to a lion he was meeting a man named Lyons. He was a kind man who was curious as to why Ivan was as cynical as he was. When Ivan told him his story Lyons offered him a home. Ivan was skeptical, but he accepted the offer. Lyons became something of a second father to Ivan. He taught him that not everywhere needed a gas mask, that places where people lived were safe places to remove it. Ivan still kept it on for nearly a month. Lyons taught him to survive in the wastes. He taught him to shoot and repair his weapon. He spent his youth competing with Sarah, Lyons daughter. When he was 17 he just up and decided it was to to leave. He had learned everything he needed. Lyons knew he was ready and saw him off. He gave him a set of recon armor as a parting gift.
From there Ivan grew up even faster. He joined up with a group of bounty hunters and stayed with them for 5 years, they eventually tracked down and killed the raiders that had destroyed his childhood. He left bounty hunting behind to begin scavenging things from DC and selling them in Rivet city. He spent a year scavenging.
After raising enough caps to buy the military getup he wears that he purchased woefully overpriced from Flak, he joined up with a caravan heading down to the Mojave. He was told that it was beautiful place full of opportunity. He was let down when he found a giant dust bin.
But he made do. He began scavenging, or as the people of the Mojave called it āprospectingā. He has spent close to eight years in the Mojave. Developing a system; a week or so in the Mojave 'prospecting'and killing fiends and other gangers for their gear, a few hours selling everything he could carry to Mick and Ralph's, then a couple days drinking and fucking at one of the strips casinos. After which he would repeat. He has recently gotten tired of the dusty terrain and is looking for a change in scenery.
So begins...
Ivan had recently finished clearing out a group of doped out fiends from a cave. The two men who had hired him for the job and agreed to assist him were both dead. One caught by a fiend with a flamer that ambushed him as he walked around a sharp corner. His other associate had taken four rounds to the legs before taking a fire axe to the side of his head.
'Lucky for me' he had mused 'they payed me half up front and the guy with the axe in his head had the rest on him'. He had dragged his loot for what felt like half the Mojave before he reached it. New Vegas, in all its glory.
After removing his gas mask and breathing in the smells of cigarettes and garbage, his first stop was Mick and Ralph's where he dropped off a bunch of weapons, ammunition and supplies. He also restocked his own. In total he made around 150 caps. It would have been more if he had the time and parts to fix up some of the weapons. But when there's alcohol to be drunk and hookers that needed fucking, fixing up some two bit smg was the last thing on his mind.
His second and final stop being the strip. He always let out a deep breath when he got in. He was always afraid the bots would notice his pass was a forgery that he acquired for a few hundred caps from Mick. Luck was once again on his side as he walked right past the bots. Breathing a deep sigh he headed towards the Lucky 38. He had met the owner once or twice. Went by 'The Courier', god knows why. Ivan had heard rumors that he had been shot in the head. If he hadn't seen the scar he would've called the rumors complete bullshit.
He had entered the Lucky 38, just to hear some guy who was finishing talking about a place called 'Neo York'. Ivan had more important things on his mind. His gas mask dangling about his neck he sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Some blonde bombshell wearing a nice skimpy skirt was showing off around Ivan. Then Ivan noticed that the man who had been talking on stage had sat a few stools down.
A bunch of people began talking to him. He was to busy checking out the blondes ass and drinking beer to really listen in. Although the the red head with the big tits caught his attention. While they were busy chatting up the man Ivan began talking to the blonde in the skimpy skirt. She gave him her fee which he gladly accepted. Taking her to his hotel room where they fucked for hours.
Ivan had put only on the essentials. That being everything. He had a habit of always wearing his armor, one never knows when someone could go postal inside Freeside or even The Strip. His gas mask always dangled around his neck, just in case something was to happen. His gas mask hooked up to his bag where his Chinese assault rifle was hooked to the side. His other various weapons were on different parts of his armor. Seeing the hooker out he went to seek out the man he saw earlier. He managed to find him and decided it was the best time. He thought he heard the man mention him only staying here for a day or so.
Upon spotting the man Ivan walked up to him with a smile, showing off his perfectly white teeth. Which always seemed out of place to people, what with his rough face, slightly crooked nose and large scar running along from behind his left ear down along his neck.
"Hello, name's Ivan," Ivan announced cheerfully to the man knows as Ringo, in his Russian accent, "I heard you talking about someplace called 'Neo York' early. Care to explain where it is and how do I get there? I know I'd love to be in DC rather than this dust bin. Because if it's any better than here, I'm heading straight for it," Ivan finished while scratching his scar.
Juniper
Juniper smiled after the caps were split between she and Candy "Hey that was some easy money wasn't it" she said with a slight chuckle. She looked back at Will wondering if he had eaten recently, when a man came up sporting a gas mask and a Russian accent. It was an odd thing to hear for Juniper she'd heard accents before but Russian was a little scary.
When your taught as a child, that all of this happened because of the Cold War and the communists it was a little unnerving for her. She decided she would feel safer by Will and Ringo, so she slid her caps into one of the pockets of her pants near her boot and walked over to Will once again. Keeping an eye on the new guy she was sure Ringo would take the guy in the caravan. She leaned and whispered at Will "Have you eaten anything recently?" she asked with genuine concern for him.
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Iris
Was busily eating her meal when another man came up and talked to Ringo, she didn't think much of him other then he was armed with a gun. But that was common among everyone around her right now. She had a gun in the ragged sack she had with her, but she didn't have any ammo never the less it always made her feel safer.
