hellsend

/    gonna take a break for a bit, just wrote an 8 page letter for someone and my hand hurts like shit..

@hellsend / anyy

@hellsend need someone to be worried/concerned for simon :-( give me

[@-disappeariing-] /    gets it from his dad.. </3

@hellsend / oh dang he tall

/    he’s also a behemoth compared to ivana, he stands at 6’7 at most without armor.. and 7 ft in armor. 

" . . thank you . . i - i know . . its . . odd . . but - " he stopped himself , shaking his head . " . . thank you . "

[@-disappeariing-]
            
                 A small smile appeared on his face as he nodded.  “ I’ve already told Alpha about you.  She knows you’re here , and she knows about your insecurities.  I won’t let anyone see you.  You have my word. ”

he visibly relaxed , nodding slowly . " that's . . that's good . i - i would . . feel real bad . . if she saw me . . "

[@-_Surreal_Guardian_-]
            
                 Ivan returned to the fortress after recovering the one thing he needed to continue his hunt for the prince of Hell.  The mission had taken the entire day , leaving him drained.  He was exhausted , but a shower came first.  There was no chance in Hell he was climbing into bed covered in sweat and grime.  Not that he planned on sleeping anyway , despite how heavy his body felt.  Reaching behind his helmet , Ivan removed the small chip that housed his artificial intelligence.  He crossed the room and inserted it into its physical shell — a spherical drone with a single glowing mono-eye.  Without saying a word , he headed toward the lower deck of the space station , where his quarters were.  His heavy boots echoed against the metal floor with every step.  As he approached , the door slid open with a loud mechanical click.
            
                 The moment he stepped inside, he froze.  Something was in his room.
            
                 His eyes lingered on the creature for a moment before shifting toward the hallway , expecting Alpha to be floating there.  Maybe she had something to do with this.
            
                 Nothing.
            
                 His gaze returned to the animal.  “ . . .  What the fuck ? ”  he muttered.  “ How did you get in here ? ”  He spoke as if expecting an answer.  Then again , after everything he’d seen throughout his life , he wouldn’t have been surprised if it actually responded.  Ivan reached up and pulled off his helmet.  Damp strands of messy brown hair clung to his forehead as he stepped closer , studying the strange creature with narrowed eyes.  “ What the hell are you ? ”  His voice was rough and unwelcoming , every bit as harsh as the man himself.

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                 (highly) selective. 
                 semi-lit. 
                 original DOOM character.
                 male counterpart of @hellbreaker 
                 low + sporadic activity. 
                 panromantic asexual. 
                 ( he/him , 21 )

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                 IVAN is a man in his early twenties with a broad , muscular build , standing well over six feet tall.  He has messy brown hair , pale skin covered in countless scars , and cold blue eyes that rarely show any emotion.  His face is rugged and clean-shaven , with several scars scattered across his features.
            
                 He wears a black [ PRAETOR SUIT ] modeled after the one his father once wore , though his is battered from years of combat.  Scratches , dents , and dried blood stain the armor — damage he never bothers to repair.  Mounted on his left forearm is an ARGENT-powered wrist blade that glows with a crimson edge.  His right arm houses a wrist-mounted missile launcher , which can be swapped out for a heavy-caliber firearm operated by a trigger in the palm of his gauntlet.
            
                 IVAN almost never removes his armor , only doing so to maintain or clean it.  He believes he should always be ready for the next fight.  His visor is pitch black , making it impossible to tell if anyone can see his eyes beneath it , and every inch of his body is concealed by the suit.
            
                 On the battlefield , IVAN is a relentless force of nature.  His fighting style is as savage as his father’s , overwhelming his enemies with crushing strength and ruthless efficiency.  He strikes with devastating power , leaves nothing but bloodshed in his wake , and moves with incredible speed , even sprinting along walls without breaking his momentum.

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                            ID:        IVAN TAGGART
                                   “ THE PRODIGAL SON ”
            
                 IVAN is the one the demons fear most.  The moment his presence is felt in the deepest reaches of HELL , panic spreads through their ranks.  Whatever humanity he once had died the day his mother was torn apart before his eyes.  In that moment , he swore vengeance against every demon responsible for the pain and grief they had inflicted.
            
                 He fights with unmatched brutality , bathing in the blood of his enemies and tearing them apart without hesitation.  At times , he toys with their remains , forcing demons to beg for mercy before ending their lives with a snap of the neck.  He carries on his father’s legacy , earning the titles the FIRST SON and , to some , the PRODIGAL SON.  But throughout HELL, he is known by another name:  THE WORLD EATER.
            
                 That title was earned after IVAN slaughtered every living demon in the realm of NAKRATH.  The massacre was so complete that its ruler abandoned the realm rather than face him.  Today , NAKRATH remains a silent wasteland , a kingdom of ruins and corpses that even demons refuse to enter.
            
                 IVAN works alone , accompanied only by ALPHA , his artificial intelligence.  His sole mission is to hunt down MALZARETH , the current ruler of HELL , before he can conquer EARTH , wipe out humanity , and enslave every human soul for his own gain.