Ivan is a big man, broad of shoulder and loud of laugh. Shoulder-length brown hair shot with greenish and purpleish highlights sweeps back from a high, smooth brow to touch his collar. His eyes are the color the sea when the sun is high and the sky is clear, and twinkle with a mad merriment, surrounded by a web of laugh lines. His mouth seems improbably large, mostly because he's always smiling widely or laughing hugely, and that mouth is framed by a dark beard matching his hair. His clothes are of a distinctly rakish fashion, a variety of dark greens and white that suggest a nautical background, or perhaps pirates. A saber is tucked into his belt and obviously has seen much use, and while his right hand rests on its hilt in a familiar fashion, his left is always holding a silver mug of wine or grog. Everything about him - stance, expression, voice - say this is a man who enjoys his life and finds humor in everything around him.
Known/Suspected Abilities
One assumes some navel background from the uniform, and you find that you rather like him, even
if your not sure why.
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Current Status
Overwhelmed by politics he neighter cared for or could avoid, Ivan has returned to Shadow and decided
to cast aside his Amber heritage. At least for now.
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