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Doc #: EPD0001
Date Doc: 2015/??/??
BIRTH NAME: Victor Ivansted
KNOWN ALIAS(S):
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL OREINTATION: Hetrosexual
DATE OF BIRTH: March 23rd 1979
HOMETOWN: Born in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Moved to St Louis, Missouri Eleven years ago.
BLOODTYPE: A +
FAMILY:
FATHER:
Eric Ivansted
MOTHER:
Nora Ivansted
SIBLINGS:
None
SPOUSE:
Jenny Ivansted
CHILDREN:
Abigail Ivansted
OCCUPATION: Head Chef at the Aventine Restraunt (On leave)
Powers: Random
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 152lb
EYES: Blue
HAIR: He's told it's called "Cool Brown". Victor assumes that means dark brown with gray bits in it.
DESCRIPTION: I guess average is how you'd describe Victor on most days. He's a good looking guy in his way, maybe not model good but some would call him handsome. He has high cheek bones and sharp features that can make him look quite striking when he's had his beauty sleep. Unfortunately he doesn't get much of that these days as the building stress of their situation has piled up on top of them. That and all the cross country travel but it's a distant second. Thanks to that all his pretty boy features just serve to make him look haggard. Those taught cheekbones make his face look gaunt and hollow. His sharp eyes are looking hazy as they're slowly dragged down by the bags under them. His pale complexion doesn't help matters. Plus he's forgetting to shave more often as he takes charge of all the driving and can usually be seen with a layer of stubble on his face and his hair is often uncombed and scruffy. Lucky for Victor he keeps it short so at worst it results in a crappy side parting or a messy fringe.
All in all it adds up to someone who does try and look after themselves but has been slipping a lot recently. Normally he looks fine, you'll just have to believe that. They've got some better living conditions now that they've stopped in New York for a while so he should be back to his dapper self. he wants to make an effort after all. For the girls.
Victor is naturally slim and is one of those annoying people who never seems to put on fat. He prefers loose fitting clothing like T-shirts and hoodies but his wife started buying him fitted style shirts that tapered in and stuff to show off his torso and he has to admit the things look good on him. Nice shirts made their way firmly into his wardrobe, either solid colors or plaid. That's what Victor likes and he's sticking to it. He can also rock a mean sweater! He used to joke with Jenny whenever he wore one with his glasses that he felt like he was in full on "Dad Mode". Normally he wears contacts unless it's going to be one of THOSE days. He's been wearing his glasses a lot more recently.
So some people, they walk around and they hold themselves either super causally like their spines are shaped like roller coaster tracks, or they come across as super uptight as if an actual stick is up their butts. That's how how New Yorkers seem to Victor right now anyway. He hasn't been here long but all the residents of this city seem like creatures of extremes. He's never thought about how he holds himself and what messages that might send to people. normally he'd guess. What he isn't remembering is that he can get a serious case of restless leg at times and walks everywhere like he's in a hurry. At least Jenny says he walks that way. He wouldn't know it just feels natural to him.
His usual restless energy seems a lot more agitated these days, for obvious reasons.
ALLIES: (TBA)
ENEMIES: (TBA)
HOBBIES: Jeez um... jogging sometimes? Surprisingly Victor doesn't have much time to indulge in hobbies these days. If he gets a moment then he might go for a run or a walk so he can get some fresh air. Listen to some music while he does it maybe. Whatever Abigail wants to do.
LIKES: Cooking, shocker! He likes to watch wrestling though he's not such a fan of the modern stuff. He still has a soft spot for crass humor, a little more so since it's kind of a forbidden thing for him now. Country/Acoustic music. Cats and dogs. Who doesn't like cats and dogs?
DISLIKES: Fireworks. They're loud, annoying and pointless. Stupidly dense crowds. Those people who take up the whole sidewalk in front of you and walk really slowly. Pretentious people. Poetry.
PERSONALITY: So before Victor was a pretty upbeat, laid back kind of guy. He never totally grew up from his college self. Not in a weird way, in the good way where you're basically ninety percent adult but have kept that last bit of your immature spark. The kind that helps you find the stupid fun in things and adds a little extra skip in your step and random times. It really helped him that he ended up doing something he loved. Being a professional chef in a big kitchen loud, crazy and horribly hectic but somehow Victor manages to thrive in that kind of environment. Just give him some space to work and it all seems to fuel him, making him seem weirdly calm as he quickly moves from one task to the next. He's always enjoyed a challenge, that's probably why he likes this so much. He always says he's one of those people who thrives under pressure. At least that was his excuse in school for leaving assignments to the night before.
Call it confidence or foolishness, either way he's got some guts. You need that nerve to step forward and shout over the crowd in a kitchen, especially if you have a bunch of manic cooks to command. It's a skill that has easily helped Victor out in everyday life and made him the bane of store clerks everywhere.
These days though... the fire's gone. Victor acts like a man who is always walking on eggshells. As if anything he might do could suddenly make things a hundred times worse. He's tired, quiet and that natural joking outlook has turned into a forced looking mask. He shuffles around his wife and daughter, wracked with uncertainty. While with everyone else he's distant and short tempered. Because right now he just feels powerless and he j- he just has no idea what to do. What is he supposed to do?
HISTORY:
Example Required Length: Like any true son of Calgary Victor wanted to be a wrestler when he was younger. He wanted to test his mettle in the Hart family dungeon and become a big, tough, cool guy with the world heavyweight title and wear brightly colored spandex while he threw people around in front of a roaring crowd. He used to watch the wrestling every Saturday night with his dad, he even used to watch it with Abigail. He was hoped to see her barbies doing dives off the top rope when she was playing and putting Ken in a sharpshooter leglock. Obviously he didn't live the dream and become a pro wrestler. Though Victor was an active kid he didn't have any love for Gym class and as he got older he learned to hate gyms in general. Sure he gave weights a shot but he could never put much muscle on and, frankly, didn't try that hard. He always found the places depressing. So that childhood dream took a backseat.
It also ruled out becoming a cop. His grades were always just average and eventually he started to see getting a B as an achievement. So a future in academics was out. This boy weren't no astronaut. It also ruled out becoming a vet, no matter how much you said you loved animals. And this was just how Victor viewed his life for a while. As an increasing list of things he couldn't do. He resigned himself to just getting some random office job in something he didn't really care about just like his dad had done, telling himself that so long as he could make a lot of money he'd be okay with it. IT wasn't until his late teens that he discovered he had a real talent for cooking. His mom had always been territorial about her kitchen but once Victor got a chance to take the helm himself he found he kind of enjoyed it. Yeah he had a few monumental mess ups early on but it was fun to experiment with stuff as he worked it out for himself. He started asking to cook dinner for everybody and he'd get this childish sense of glee whenever he'd see people really enjoying his work. Especially if he could get out of cleaning up after.
From there Victor finally had a sense of direction. He wasn't just going to college for the sake of it or because people expected it of him. He was majoring in culinary arts and sciences and stuff man! IT was awesome. It was exhausting but awesome. He even got to spend a summer abroad in France of all places! They cook some super fancy stuff over there. It really got Victor in the wanderlust kind of mood. He couldn't afford to indulge that so he just joined some of the international clubs at college and invited himself around for dinner a lot. He really got some of that Japanese cooking down, that stuff was fun to make (and rice was crazy cheap for a student).
"If you'd have told me, when I was eighteen or twenty, that I'd not just be moving to America but to Missouri I'd have told you that you were crazy... and that I hated you."
Skipping ahead a few years after graduation. Victor had worked around in a few restaurants, getting some experience and recommendations under his belt. He got a lot of those because he wasn't just a good chef, he was a great one. that wasn't cockiness or arrogance talking (maybe it was a little) Victor had worked hard at this, honing his craft into an art. He held the hope of one day opening his own place, dreaming of getting his own T.V. show. Either way he was chasing that Michelin star. Along the way he ended up moving to America. It was only supposed to be for a while, a couple years at most but Jenny threw a spanner in those works.
Victor still considers himself lucky that she was willing to go out with him. Of course he says to everyone else that she was the lucky one. This from the man who's idea of funny flirting was to saw horribly inappropriate and sexual things to their meal. Yeah he did that. He offered to make her dinner at her place, she offered to help. It was a classic romcom material. Until Jenny started tenderizing the steak and Victor started talking like a dominatrix while she did it. He kept it up for the whole cooking process. "Yeah that's it, just give it to them. That steak doesn't care where it gets its gravy, just POUR it on! Aaaw yeah baby." Hey, She laughed! It. Was. Hilarious. And Victor wont hear a word against that. It was certainly one way of giving instructions. Since then sexually inappropriate banter has become a staple of Victor and Jenny's relationship. Don't worry, he held back on it when he asked her to marry him.
A few years later and they moved down south so Jenny could be closer to her family. Victor wasn't a fan of the place to start with but lucky for him he could at least enjoy the local music. Jenny thought it would be a good place to start a family though Victor would always argue that there were much better places and schools back in Canada. Seriously at first and then jokingly. He still remembers the moment Jenny told him she was expecting, clear as day. She gently placed his hand over her stomach and the sound that came out of his mouth was something along the lines of: "Wh- wh... wud?" He may have been a little bit... terrified.
They named their daughter Abigail and the first time Victor held her was the most awe inspiring moment of his life. He was still terrified but he was also totally in love so it evened out.
He rose to the challenge of fatherhood and as a family, as parent, they were doing good. Victor had finally made head chef and gotten the nice pay rise with it so he could provide well for his family. Add Jenny's pay to that and they were laughing. Sure the hours were rough and Victor had to stay later than he'd liked sometimes but he made himself available to his daughter as much as he could. He didn't want to be one of those dads that never saw their kids.
All in all they were doing great. Then they got the news. The first time they heard it Victor's blood ran cold. His mind just went a total blank as he struggled to comprehend what was going on. Abi couldn't have cancer. That happened to grown ups, old people, kids were immune to that kind of thing. That's how it always seemed. The doctors wanted them to be aggressive about it, going for full on brain surgery and Victor and Jenny went along with it. They didn't know what to do, these people were the experts, so they trusted them. They had to, people always said you wanted to catch these things early and it sounded like they'd done that. It seemed to work, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. They could all breathe a sigh of relief.
Until the doctor told them no. That it was far worse than they'd already dreaded. Victor flew into a freaking rage, grabbing the doctor's coat, screaming in their face. "No! No, you don't get to say that! You don't get to cut open her head and tell us you fucking failed!" He kept telling them their scan must have been wrong, that they were reading it wrong. Anything so long as they could take it back. It didn't happen, however much he wanted to deny it. Then the time came for them to tell Abigail and... and if Victor's heart could break any more then it shattered when she started to cry. He'd never felt so powerless. He still feels it now. He wanted to fight, he wanted them to find a way to cure this but everyone just kept saying it was too late. That they had to make her comfortable. That he had to be there for her now.
He was there for her before! He was there for Abigail her whole life, always would be! These idiots kept saying the same damn things and sounding so damn sympathetic but all Victor could hear was them telling him to give up. It was done. It was over.
With nothing else to do they all decided to cram as much living into the time they had left. Fitting a lifetime of family vacations into a few months. Victor got in touch with the make a wish people and everything. Jenny has been slowly building up a great wall of photos for them as everything gets cataloged. Victor still hasn't lived down losing an arm wrestling match to Gaston at Disney World (of course he says Gaston cheated). Their latest stop has taken them to New York. They're all going to stand on the top of the world together.
NOTES: Victor isn't religious. He always got weirded out by all the bible bashing in America but always adopted a live and let live attitude. He always thought Abigail would start to question this stuff herself once she got older. Now he actively hates all the religious tripe people spout at him once they learn about his daughter. He has to force down the bile in his throat each night when he hears Abigail begging God not to kill her yet and he wants to scream.
He has a number of scars from cuts and burns on his hands and forearms. Nothing insidious, just a career's worth of kitchen accidents.
Here's where I say something cool about Dago- but... but it's only cus the rules are telling me to! B-baka!
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