Ivan Rev2

Information

Player: Anski

Character Full Name: Ivan Ashholder

Character In-Game Name: Ivan

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Dalaran

Race: Gnome

Class: Archmage

Age: 132

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, dwarven beard.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: Not Much

Height: Average

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance

Ivan is most often seen wearing custom tailored clothing, bought from his previous days as a professor. The prime outfit is a silver threaded dark brown vest, with tight leather armor straps on the stomach in a fashionable form. It covers a formal white shirt and held by silver threaded gloves on black cloth. The vest covers his neck and his waist is held by a simple black belt, cultured with black pants and brown boots. He is often wearing a silver and black gradient cape, and his glasses are always on his face. There are burn scars all up his arms and covering his hands, for the rare times his shirt and gloves are off, memories from days long past/

Personality

Ivan is tough, almost Dwarven in demeanor with his personality, but caring of other people he considers his friend. It takes a lot to offset him in anger, he's generally calm in all situations, he only becomes nervous in very high risk areas, such as dealing with a large amount of fire or something hazardous to his, or others, health. He gets excited when meeting new students or generally working with fire, whether handling it himself or others learning how to craft the flame arcane. He puts others before himself, generally willing to befriend anyone who will sit and smoke with him for a few minutes at the least.

History

Born in Gnomeregan to loving parents of older age, Ivan spent his meek childhood inside the capitals walls, occasionally brought by his parents to Ironforge for other supplies and time off from their engineering work. At his childish age he was awed by the large city, much more grand and seemingly aged than Gnomeregan. Never the less, he grew in the grand city of engineering, eventually taking up the fire arcane. As he became older, his studies turned away from the engineering his parents pushed on him and more to the arcane magic that was being offered at a Gnomeregan school.

His parents soon gave up trying to teach the lad engineering, letting him run his own course. He became distant and withdrawn from them, and soon everyone. Eventually, both of his parents passed from old age, and Ivan moved on and grew older. His fathers last words to him were spoken from the heart and they were something Ivan would never forget. "Do what you please, son. We are both proud of you."

He spent more and more time in Ironforge, reading from their vast library. He soon moved into the city, studying independently from his previous teachers in Gnomeregan. His life became more and more secluded, eventually making Dwarven friends. He admired their style in facial hair and grew a large beard, keeping his head shaved. His days were remedial, to the point of studying all day and drinking through the night. He practiced in an empty room with his fire, making sure not to burn anything but his hands. Within his life, to keep a flow of money, Ivan worked as a blacksmith, using his remedial mage powers to carry his business along. He worked with a family of Dwarves in creating armor for the military, which was currently awaiting an invasion of Orcs that had never came. He kept his beard short at that time due to the working in lava and high heat, in which most hair would catch on fire. His shaven head comes from an experience of fire in which the whole shop was aflame, Ivan included. It wasn't long until he had put the business aside, mere days before the fall of Gnomergan. At least 40 years into his life living in Ironforge, the city of Gnomeregan was overtaken by the vicious Troggs, and Ivan leapt to the cause to help his brethren. Running through the escaping Gnome families on his trusty Ram, he leapt off and worked with the fighters to help protect their home. Eventually driven out, he returned to Ironforge with a heavy heart, feeling as though he could have done more if he had been living in the city.

The next ten years of his life, Ivan wandered between Ironforge and Stormwind, confused and guilt ridden, eventually taking up an emergency job of controlling a wildfire in Westfall. He ran off with a few of his arcane colleagues, determined to push the fire back to the coast before it did any more damage. Coming upon the peninsula in a midst of a firestorm, they instantly went to work on controlling it, standing in lines and holding their hands to the skies, humans and gnomes alike. Ivan, nervous and terrified of such a flame, lost control and it engulfed his arms, quickly put out by one of the mages nearby. He withdrew, quickly having his wounds wrapped up and returning to help finish the flame as they drew nearer to the coast. This only drove him to push harder in his studies, until he felt he was skilled enough to teach others what he had learned.

After such, Ivan carried on to working with various people, whether it's building cities or preparing for the Gnomergan invasion, making and losing a great number of friends in his life. Having nowhere to go, Ivan withdrew to Booty Bay, living at near homeless state. After a year of such, he was taken to Dalaran and offered a position in the Kirin Tor as an Archmage. Having started his training, he was tasked to bring down a rogue Archmage who went by the monkier of the Crimson King. Nearly killed twice, Ivan continued his studies before tracking down the man and spearing him with his own blade, ending his miserable life forever, freeing his tortured soul. As a result, Ivan was accepted into the Kirin Tor full time, and now spends his days working on business or studying throughout Azeroth.