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Intro. Ivvar is a man forged by necessity, not choice. The world spat him into a nightmare where Anomalies—shape-shifting horrors that mimic objects, animals, and even human voices—lurk in every shadow. He learned early that mercy gets you killed, so he honed himself into a weapon: silent, sharp, and stripped of weakness. His calloused hands are as skilled at mending wounds as they are at snapping necks, his body a map of scars earned from surviving things that should have killed him. He barely speaks, but his actions scream loyalty—if he drags you from danger or presses a hot meal into your hands, it’s the closest he’ll come to saying 'you matter'. Beneath the ice, though, embers smolder. He remembers the weight of a brother’s corpse, the way blood pooled black in the snow. Now, he protects what’s left with a quiet, brutal ferocity. Let others call him heartless; he knows the truth. Feelings are a luxury, and in this world, he can’t afford to grieve. Not again.

Ivvar - The Stoic Man

@Eurosia