<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Pilot</span><br/><br/>(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ivan 'Vanya' Wolf<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>Kerensky Cluster / Clan Wolf Breeding Facilities<br/><strong>Original Faction:</strong>Clan Wolf<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong><br/>Just under 5' tall, slender, surprisingly muscular for his frame. Ivan's a handsome boy / very young man, with sharp features, a prominent nose and intelligent brown eyes. While he does not wear uniform any more, he retains a preference for the dark greys of his Clan's parade colors.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Ivan came to the Bones a little like the virgin got to have a child - circuituously and under unusual circumstances. IlKhan Ulric Kerensky knew as early as 3056 that the Truce of Tukayyid would be challenged, and that the Crusader Clans would try to see him bleed. His own Clan was tearing itself apart in the friction between older Wardens and younger Crusaders. The outcome of the Ward Trial of Bloodright that saw an Inner Sphere freeborn victorious was only one of the most obvious catalysts for this. And so, the old Wolf acted, slowly transferring his Clan's genetic legacies, and as many promising sibkos as he could, to the Inner Sphere in preparation for an inevitable showdown and likely Abjuration.<br/>One such transport suffered a mis-jump that lead to its emergence over a pirate haven in the FedCom periphery. During the fighting, the ship's hull was breached; Ivan was the only one to make it into an escape pod and, eventually, planetside. Stranded, without proper documentation of citizenship, birth or anything else, and an upbringing wholly unlike that of most if not all Sphere-born youths, he took to the forests, and later streets, of the world he found himself on, making a living whatever way he could. Meaning, primarily, fighting - even with MechWarrior training, he knows a good amount about unaugmented combat, and so quickly made a bit of a name for himself among the gangs of Medellin... nomen est omen. Being not a street rat at heart, but a warrior, it was inevitable he would clash with police, and eventually had to be shipped off-planet for sentencing, there not being a single unbiased judge for the young thug. Given the choice by the judge to be sentenced or to enlist, he took the latter... and was promptly assigned to Lyran-friendly mercenaries, rather than the regulars, due to his rap sheet. This is where the Bones come in...<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>IVan remains somewhat uncertain of Inner Sphere customs and permissible behavior. Combined with a naturally somewhat introverted personality, this has resulted in him being more than a little shy and withdrawn outside the cockpit. At the same time, put him in a 'Mech, and he is more than happy to see how far he can push the machine. That is, after all, what they bred and trained him for before that ill-fated transfer to the Wolf OZ.<br/><br/><strong>Speciality Skills:</strong>Ivan sings (currently tenor, likely baritone by the time he is fully grown), writes poetry (badly in English, somewhat more successful in Russian) and has been known to try his hand at composing, both for orchestra and synthesizers. In Clan society, he might have time to develop all those hobbies; whether he will get to with the Bones remains to be seen.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">BattleMech Characteristics</span><br/>Currently dispossessed. True to Wolf form, he is at his best with long-range direct-fire weapons.