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Name: Ivan Bronswick
Age: Twenty-eight
Gender: Male
Ship: The Doubloon
Role: Chef
Abilities: Cooking (though he's far from revered as a god among chefs) and he's quite the skilled acrobat among the crew.
Biography: Ivan Bronswick grew up in the slums of Romania, orphaned at a young age and tossed to the streets with fate as his sole source of guidance. He was fostered by many different persons as a child and spent most of his days wandering the sewers, beckoning the villagers to take him in for a night, or a week, or for simply a meal. This lowly lifestyle was one Ivan lived until the age of seven, when a young man and his barren wife plucked him from the depths of the muck and nursed him back to health. Up to that point, he'd not had a title to himself, and so they bestowed upon him the name Ivan Bronswick.

When he became of age to work, he did so alongside the man he knew as his father, carrying and transporting crates and boxes from cargo and freight ships. The young boy was enthralled by the ships as they came, and envied the crewmen that he came into contact with. There was a sort of freedom that seemed to emanate from each of them; the way they carried themselves made them seem indestructible, and a force not to be reckoned with. Though his father never spoke a kind word of them, he vowed that, one day, he'd take up a craft of some sort that would allow him permanent entry to a ship. A captain or a blacksmith or even a crewhand--he'd take whatever he could get. As long as he was allowed the privilege of taking up residence on sea, Ivan would be happy. So, naturally, when opportunity came knocking, he answered.

He was a strong young man, twenty-two years of age, and still working the job he'd been doing since he was little. Of course, he'd taken up hobbies on the side, most prominently an acrobatic job at the local circus when it came biannually to their village, but working near the sea, that was his true passion. To be on it would be a paradise, and were it not for his mother still living--alone, as she were, for his father had long since passed--he'd have set sail years before. It was not until she died a month after his twentieth birthday that Ivan gave himself permission to leave his homeland in search for a more fulfilling career. No more than two weeks had passed when the ship arrived--a pirate ship, above all things, and one that was in dire need of a cook. Ivan leapt at the opportunity, and though his culinary skills are somewhat below par, he's been aboard for nearly six years.
Appearance: http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee99/xoxall4godxox/Pirate RPCs/sig_image-1-1.jpg
Other: Ivan has a weak spot for bourbon. He's not an alcoholic (though he shares the same thirst for alcohol that most savages do) but its a hard task finding something that will please him more than a bottle of whiskey. He's also got a pretty strong Russian accent , and while the crew is mostly able to comprehend his dialect, he's often asked to repeat himself or to re-phrase a sentence.