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Winter doesn't seem to end.
As much as we can hope and pray that we see the sun and feel the warmth hit our cheeks...
we are disappointed.
you learn to hate it, to never want to see it again, but you know that you've become
so used to it that you cant go back now.
"Tsar Ivan?" a voice comes out of the cold and pierces through the thoughts of the man looking out the stained
glass window out to the whiteness. He shrugged it off the first few times but the persistent bitch kept talking.
"What do you want?"
"You have a visitor."
"I'll be there in a moment. Please make sure they feel at home."
She bows and leaves. He's alone again. The alone he's used to, the alone he's grown to enjoy, only to be interrupted by
the visitor in the front hall. He wasn't expecting anyone.... how odd.
Perhaps it was another army here to 'take him down'. How tedious and annoying. The thought twisted his expression into something bitter.
Standing, he grabs his pipe, twirling it in his hand and strolling to the front hall to meet the visitor.
As much as we can hope and pray that we see the sun and feel the warmth hit our cheeks...
we are disappointed.
you learn to hate it, to never want to see it again, but you know that you've become
so used to it that you cant go back now.
"Tsar Ivan?" a voice comes out of the cold and pierces through the thoughts of the man looking out the stained
glass window out to the whiteness. He shrugged it off the first few times but the persistent bitch kept talking.
"What do you want?"
"You have a visitor."
"I'll be there in a moment. Please make sure they feel at home."
She bows and leaves. He's alone again. The alone he's used to, the alone he's grown to enjoy, only to be interrupted by
the visitor in the front hall. He wasn't expecting anyone.... how odd.
Perhaps it was another army here to 'take him down'. How tedious and annoying. The thought twisted his expression into something bitter.
Standing, he grabs his pipe, twirling it in his hand and strolling to the front hall to meet the visitor.
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↛ I will not ship ivan with main accounts or OC's sorry!
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↛ Don't just kill of my muse. Unless I give you permission or get warned. Otherwise then it's not allowed.
↛ No godmodding
↛ I rp lit and script so tell me which one you want to do if we rp
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Relations
➟Love(rs):
| This is a multi-ship account so ivan can have up to 3 lovers |
[x]
➟Crush(es):
|Anyone can be added here at anytime. These are just possible love interests|
[x]
➟Family:
|If your muse is officially related to Ivan then your muse will be here automatically |
[ r-yadovoy (https://www.deviantart.com/r-yadovoy) ]
Sister Natalya.
[ g-ray-skies (https://www.deviantart.com/g-ray-skies) ]
Sister Olga.
➟Best Friends:
[x]
➟Friends:
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➟Acquaintances:
[x]
➟Enemies:
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About the Bandwagon
(this journal will have regular updates usually at the bottom that are important please read)
This bandwagon is based around the wonderful designs created by Das-diz (https://www.deviantart.com/das-diz)
It is a MagicTalia/KingdomTalia AU, where the country representatives are the Rulers.
Rulers, or Princes, or the head of a military for another country.
If you choose a character to Role play for the bandwagon, please look through the gallery for the character, please make sure you credit Das-Diz on your profile. The descriptions are in Cyrillic so the best thing to do would be to use google translate and then BE CREATIVE AND WORK OFF OF THE INFORMATIONS!
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Abaddon huffed and glared at the person that'd come to 'make him feel at home'. Yes, he was a child, but he didn't need to be coddled! "Where's the Tsar!?" he shouted, stamping his foot and crossing his arms in impatience. He hated waiting and that's just what this person was doing-making him wait. "You said he would be right down! Well where is he!?" he shouted at the poor maid who'd been sent to keep an eye on him. She had a rather pretty soul, shifting colors of blue and pink, but he wasn't here to grab souls, he actually had a mission for once.