"GEE-JAW, IT'S HUNTING SEASON!"
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BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Ivanaderin Viskorul
BIRTHDATE: MM/DD/YYYY CE (DD/M/YYYY UC)
DEATHDATE: Undetermined
SUBSPECIES: Rubrum
GENDER: Nonbinary
HEIGHT: 5'5"
JOB: Soloviev Mobster
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APPEARANCE
Ivanaderin is androgynous and right between the average height of men and women. They could be shorter than average, they could be taller than average. They're also missing a few of their teeth. While what they wear tends to vary wildly, they're often seen with a festive shotgun.
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PERSONALITY
Ivanaderin is unpredictable at the best of times. They have a propensity for veering any discussion into unforeseen territory, if they don't start one on a wild tangent to begin with. They're also quite careless, but somehow manage to do everything wrong and not lead to it ending in disaster.
They are also severely mentally ill; they frequently suffer delusions, has a hair-trigger for escalation, and also suffers from gender dysphoria. They roundaboutly identify as nonbinary, because any and all questions about their gender end up veering off a cliff. Considering the time and how they act, most end up misgendering them, though Ivanaderin stopped caring long ago.
That is no reason to pity Ivanaderin, however. They are unstable and have absolutely no qualms with killing or hurting people, no matter how horriffic. While it may seem then that they are a ticking time bomb, the sheer chaos that is Ivanaderin is controlled; they are pretty good at telling just how extreme they can get without facing severe consequences. Ivanaderin's continued survival is not because of dumb luck.
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BACKSTORY
Ivanaderin is the dictionary definition of a person too dangerous to be a part of society. And yet they are, and everyone has to suffer for it. Their past is shrouded in mystery; all of those who were around when they grew up are now so terrified of them that not even Ivanaderin's own family is willing to associate with them. The only way to piece together their past is to see the long streak of crimes they left through their youth - arson and battery, mostly. They also killed more than one person before turning 18, but a pair of mistrials saved them from consequence.
Sometime in their early twenties, Ivanaderin got their hands on a Nadahirmas-themed shotgun, and a supplier which sold white phosphorus-laced buckshot shells. It is their favorite possession as it allows them to celebrate Nadahirmas every day, for its """holy""" fire assures each and every victim ascends to heaven.
In their mid twenties, Ivanaderin was picked up by the Solovievs to smuggle firearms into Greater Martil. Nobody knows why exactly they did it, but the result was that they joined as a full member. That is to say, the Solovievs now had to deal with them.
Ivanaderin's story has only just begun. What awaits? Time will tell.