Played By TheHangedMan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=12227)<br/><br/>Name: Ivan Demchak<br/>Age: 24<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Nationality: Ukrainian<br/>Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual<br/>Sexual Style: Enjoys dominant women. Also prefers women to be in fetishwear while he is naked (CFNM). I would put BDSM, but, he is not particularly fond of being physically restrained or of pain. Offs include just about anything besides 'vanilla' sex, and the bits mentioned above.<br/>Description: Black hair, kept short for its tactical advantage, with a perpetual five'o'clock shadow, he has brown eyes. He is five feet, nine inches tall, and weighs in around 180 lbs. Prefers to wear slightly raggedy, casual clothing.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images3.webpark.ru/uploads52/080512/stalker_13.jpg)</div></div>Personality: Typically taciturn, though when he does choose to speak more than a one liner or a sentence or two, it's usually quite lively and animated, making many wonder at why he is so quiet all the time, when he seems so sociable. He is a very cold, logical person, and a utilitarian first and foremost. The rough life most Ukrainian's lead has endowed him with a certain resilience towards hardship, and he shows a kind of love for getting his hands dirty with labor. So people may be put off by the fact he is very multi-faceted, or seemingly multiple personalities; however, it should be noted that this is simply complexity of character, and not any mental illness.<br/>Unique ability: Marzanna's Consort: Marzanna is a Slavic goddess, who presides over Death, Winter, and Nightmares.  Having received her "blessing", he has nonetheless been marked by her; and as fickle as she can be, it is not shocking to imagine that<em>death will come for him</em>soon enough.<br/><br/>Firstly, he is capable of tolerating extreme cold with little or no ill effects to himself.  He could go jogging in a Ukrainian blizzard in light clothing, and not get frostbite, as he is, himself, warded against the biting cold. However, he is quite cold himself, with his temperature rarely rising above room temperature, which has and will likely continue, to cause trouble.<br/><br/>Secondly, he is capable of essentially hexing other people, cursing them to be plagued by sleep-depriving nightmares, which may occasionally continue to haunt and harass a person well into their waking hours. He is loathe to use this ability, however, as his own dreams become troubled (though not to the extent of his victim).<br/><br/>Background: Born in Kobyzchka (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobyzhcha), a small Ukrainian village of less than five thousand souls, to a police officer (his father, Dimitri), and a baker (His mother, Katja).<br/><br/>Though precocious, intelligent, and mature beyond his years, he had a fairly boring life as a child. It's only as a teenager, in high school, that things got interesting.<br/><br/>One day, he was walking home from his school, a distance of about three miles. As he was seventeen when this occurred, and had been doing this for three years, the distance was trivial; what was not, however, is the blizzard that descended upon their village no more than a half mile into his trip.<br/><br/>Wearing little more than a hooded sweatshirt, thick cloth pants, boots, fingerless gloves, and a cloth cap, it should be no surprise that the blizzard began to very quickly pose a significant threat to the youth's life. As he hurried along, the vim and vitality began to be sapped from his limbs by the cold; the sheets of snow made viewing anything beyond five feet in front of him a challenge, and served to make an already bad situation worse.<br/><br/>In desperation, he cried out, screaming alternatively for help, or for this damnable snow to let up; desperation led to a very unmanly pleading, begging, and cajoling.  But, perhaps it was exactly that that drew the attention of something else to him.<br/><br/>Beautiful beyond words, skin as pale as the snow around him, and lips in a deathly shade of purple-blue, he was befuddled by what he saw before him. A naked woman? How was that even possible? Was he, perhaps, just hallucinating the whole thing, some sort of figment of his brain as it began to die, along with the rest of him?<br/><br/>He is not sure, to this day, what happened. What happened with the woman, if she were real or not; how in the hell he managed to survive the cold, and why he can do now, what he can. The old religion of his country makes mention of a goddess, and for all he knows, he had a fateful encounter with her; maybe, on that day, his pleas had been answered.<br/><br/>before being offered this job, he was preparing to join his father on the police force.  Consequently, it should be noted, he has quite a bit of orthodox training in gun maintenance and use (especially in pistols and sub-machine guns).<br/><br/>Additionally, he speaks English well enough that he typically does not have difficulty communicating in the language.  Ukrainian, however, remains his first language, and the one he is most comfortable with.