Ivan, the 'Also the Muscle'

Master keep me, Fire guide me, 
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.

Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.

This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.

Fos tin Katharí





I bet you were excited to see a normal title. One that isn't a number or as insanely dapper as 'the is a bad idea.'

I bet you groaned hard when you saw the weird prayer thing that followed.

Hello.  I am Ivan Impronounceable and I live in a fantasy.

And before any of you fuckers try to correct me, I know Impronounceable isn't a word. It similarly isn't my last name. My last name is unpronounceable. So I don't bother. But I still like to have one. So I changed it to what it is. Unpronounceable. But I still want it to act like a last name with funny spelling. Because last names are supposed to be weird and shit.

So its Impronounceable. Got it?
Your silence is a yes.

I would always like $20. I'll come by to mug you all for it later or something.

I'm gonna assume you read the last post, Ellen's post. Working directly off of that, I want to start upfront (Well, middle section at this point I guess) with this. I am the team proxy.

More than that, I am one of Fracture's Finest of the Fire Cult. He references me here.

For the record, I am not wearing that dress. I'm not into that anymore, much to the disappoint of one or more of my new comrades it would seem. You know who you are. You've earned yourself an emote!   -_-'

So ha! Not gonna happen. 

Moving on,
I've been a proxy since I was ten. Since I was eight if you count the training. Since as long as I can remember if you count my Father's home training program. I wouldn't though. The son of a bitch just like to beat me. Not that I care anymore. Hes dead now. My sister killed him.

I like to think it has something to do with the abuse and I've actually heard a lot of theories as to why it may be over the years but I've never sought counseling or medication over it so there's no telling, but I'm schizophrenic. I hear things. Even see things. Things I've long since discerned to not be real. Or, at the very least not real enough to matter. 

This is such an odd world. When I first started seeing things I thought I might be special, like I had a power or something. But no. Turns out I'm just crazy.

And that's were the living in a fantasy thing comes from. A lot of the things I see and hear, aren't real. Like when my hand starts talking to me. Thats not real.

I use to have a hard time telling the difference but I've got it down pretty good now. I've learned the norm... more less.

At the very least I have two tired and true fact to fall back on. I don't know why they're true but they just are true. 

1.No hallucination of anyone or thing I've already met or scene is ever perfect. There is always something visually wrong with them.
2. No hallucinated voice ever seems to share or accurately imitate a voice I've already heard.

These two truths have allowed me to function, even with how dangerous and high risk my job has. These truths also keep me from hurting those around me. Although they don't always protect me from myself...



Enough rambling about me. Let me take one final moment to ramble about my role in the Couriers. 

As Ellen previous stated, shes the muscle. Its her title. Ellen, the Muscle.

And so now I dub myself. 
I am Ivan, the 'Also the Muscle'.
Sorry if the post's title spoiled that for you.

I'm another set of muscle. Proxy Muscle. Where Ellen favors knives, I'm a hand to hand specialist. I've mastered CQC, a mix of various martial arts, and some wresting. I've also got some boxing under my belt but I prefer a bit of finesse when I kill and subdue shit. Not that boxing doesn't have finesse to it, mind you. It just has less than I would like.

So that... or uh this I guess, is me. I am Ivan.

Please to meet you.