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Baxter Ivanov has a minion!
Minion the Moradede
Minion the Moradede
Baxter Ivanov
Legacy Name: Baxter Ivanov
The
Graveyard EscaladeOwner:
1214TYLER1214Age: 13 years, 9 months, 4 weeks
Born: July 12th, 2010
Adopted: 5 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: March 31st, 2019
Statistics
- Level: 12
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 12
- Speed: 12
- Health: 13
- HP: 13/13
- Intelligence: 13
- Books Read: 13
- Food Eaten: 3
- Job: Kennel Cleaner
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Reports of a 16-year-old Russian boy, Baxter Ivanov, son of Afon Ivanov and Darya Ivanov, going missing came in on Friday, August 15.
He, along with his German wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf, reportedly disappeared late in the night while the mother and father were sleeping.
"I do not think they were kidnapped," Afon, the father of the missing child, tells our reporter, "Baxter has been acting strangely for the past year. I think he left on his own."
This, however, does not explain the whereabouts of the wet nurse or why either of them left.
The disappearances are being investigated.
--
One does not forget their first murder.
One does not regret it, either.
If one regrets, one gets captured.
And Baxter would not allow that.
"Vill I, Ms. Fruehauf? No... I vill not."
--
One month ago today, 16-year-old Baxter Ivanov and his wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf, went missing with no clues to their whereabouts.
Last night, a clue was found.
Found mangled in a ditch was what is believed to be Fruehauf, limbs separated from her torso. Every inch of her skin had been removed and was not found with the body, making for a difficult identification.
Baxter has yet to be found.
Reports of a 16-year-old Russian boy, Baxter Ivanov, son of Afon Ivanov and Darya Ivanov, going missing came in on Friday, August 15.
He, along with his German wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf, reportedly disappeared late in the night while the mother and father were sleeping.
"I do not think they were kidnapped," Afon, the father of the missing child, tells our reporter, "Baxter has been acting strangely for the past year. I think he left on his own."
This, however, does not explain the whereabouts of the wet nurse or why either of them left.
The disappearances are being investigated.
--
One does not forget their first murder.
One does not regret it, either.
If one regrets, one gets captured.
And Baxter would not allow that.
"Vill I, Ms. Fruehauf? No... I vill not."
--
One month ago today, 16-year-old Baxter Ivanov and his wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf, went missing with no clues to their whereabouts.
Last night, a clue was found.
Found mangled in a ditch was what is believed to be Fruehauf, limbs separated from her torso. Every inch of her skin had been removed and was not found with the body, making for a difficult identification.
Baxter has yet to be found.
"He will be named Baxter," a young woman says most definitely, hair disheveled and body exhausted from the strains of giving birth, "His middle name holds your legacy; you do not need his first name as well."
Foolish woman; a sentimental one.
Her body not satiated by the Russian man she married nor the Englishman she fell in love with, she opted for them both.
This resulted in a child, borne of her husband, leaving her English soulmate in a state of despair.
He ended his own life soon after.
"He deserves to be remembered," she murmurs, cradling the ivy-eyed child against her bosom, "And so in this child that killed him, his memory will lie."
Foolish woman; a sentimental one.
Her body not satiated by the Russian man she married nor the Englishman she fell in love with, she opted for them both.
This resulted in a child, borne of her husband, leaving her English soulmate in a state of despair.
He ended his own life soon after.
"He deserves to be remembered," she murmurs, cradling the ivy-eyed child against her bosom, "And so in this child that killed him, his memory will lie."
It had been a less than fruitful day.
Normally, when he saw someone he felt needed to die and be made into a finely tailored coat, Baxter had very little trouble having his way.
He never bothered to factor in the chance that he may be approaching something that is not supposed to exist.
"You stupid, sonofabitch...," he hisses bitterly, covered in cuts and bruises from where he was beaten into submission by... well, as much as he disdained the thought of believing it, some sort of blood-sucking thing that apparently is not as weak as he his feminine, twiggy exterior led the Russian to believe, "If you didn't vant to die, you could have just said so!'
It was becoming evident to Walter, a vampire whom had no Russian ancestry to speak of, not that after centuries of life he truly knew much about the ones whom had bred to become him, that this man was not one for logic.
Though murderers seldom are.
"Well, perhaps you will remember this before charging at someone with a knife next time?" he replies, curious red eyes taking in the details of the shabby shack that the raven-haired man had made his home.
Human flesh is stretched on the cracked walls to dry, scalps dangling on clotheslines suspended from the ceiling above. All of his furniture is wooden, and stained dark with the blood of his victims.
He certainly makes no attempt to hide his practices...
With a sneer and roll of his eyes, the tailor knocks a pile of discarded organs off of a creaky chair and sits, snatching a nearby vodka bottle and pressing it to his lips.
Fucking bastard...
"Vhatever, bloodsucker. This von't change a damn thing about vhat I do."
No... no, he is definitely not one for logic.
Normally, when he saw someone he felt needed to die and be made into a finely tailored coat, Baxter had very little trouble having his way.
He never bothered to factor in the chance that he may be approaching something that is not supposed to exist.
"You stupid, sonofabitch...," he hisses bitterly, covered in cuts and bruises from where he was beaten into submission by... well, as much as he disdained the thought of believing it, some sort of blood-sucking thing that apparently is not as weak as he his feminine, twiggy exterior led the Russian to believe, "If you didn't vant to die, you could have just said so!'
It was becoming evident to Walter, a vampire whom had no Russian ancestry to speak of, not that after centuries of life he truly knew much about the ones whom had bred to become him, that this man was not one for logic.
Though murderers seldom are.
"Well, perhaps you will remember this before charging at someone with a knife next time?" he replies, curious red eyes taking in the details of the shabby shack that the raven-haired man had made his home.
Human flesh is stretched on the cracked walls to dry, scalps dangling on clotheslines suspended from the ceiling above. All of his furniture is wooden, and stained dark with the blood of his victims.
He certainly makes no attempt to hide his practices...
With a sneer and roll of his eyes, the tailor knocks a pile of discarded organs off of a creaky chair and sits, snatching a nearby vodka bottle and pressing it to his lips.
Fucking bastard...
"Vhatever, bloodsucker. This von't change a damn thing about vhat I do."
No... no, he is definitely not one for logic.
--
Seven years ago, 16-year-old Baxter Ivanov and his wet nurse disappeared from his family's home in the night. The dead body of the wet nurse turned up skinned in a ditch one month later.
No trace of Baxter had been found since then; until one week ago.
Dragged screaming and cursing from his shack deep within the woods, a now 23-year-old Baxter Ivanov was found and linked to several different murders, of course including that of his wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf.
The evidence was all over his home; the skin and blood of his victims were all over.
He has been arrested and is already set for life in prison with no chance of parole.
--
Fuck.Fuck everything.How could those bastards? How could they find him NOW?He had JUST started to... well, NOT HATE someone to a... um, large extent that may or may not have reached the point of liking him...
Oh, for fucks sake, he can admit it. He fell in love with that man, and now these people; the law are going to just tear them apart!
Well... it may not even bother Walter, it is not as though the man who had killed hundreds had the balls to tell that fucking bloodsucker how he felt, so WHO FUCKING CARES?
If Baxter wants to suffer in unrequited love, well that is HIS RIGHT, dammit!
Who are these people to decide that he should go to jail?
Fuck them!
Seven years ago, 16-year-old Baxter Ivanov and his wet nurse disappeared from his family's home in the night. The dead body of the wet nurse turned up skinned in a ditch one month later.
No trace of Baxter had been found since then; until one week ago.
Dragged screaming and cursing from his shack deep within the woods, a now 23-year-old Baxter Ivanov was found and linked to several different murders, of course including that of his wet nurse, Gisela Fruehauf.
The evidence was all over his home; the skin and blood of his victims were all over.
He has been arrested and is already set for life in prison with no chance of parole.
--
Fuck.Fuck everything.How could those bastards? How could they find him NOW?He had JUST started to... well, NOT HATE someone to a... um, large extent that may or may not have reached the point of liking him...
Oh, for fucks sake, he can admit it. He fell in love with that man, and now these people; the law are going to just tear them apart!
Well... it may not even bother Walter, it is not as though the man who had killed hundreds had the balls to tell that fucking bloodsucker how he felt, so WHO FUCKING CARES?
If Baxter wants to suffer in unrequited love, well that is HIS RIGHT, dammit!
Who are these people to decide that he should go to jail?
Fuck them!
--
Only one year after his life sentence, murderer Baxter Ivanov was found dead in his prison cell.
No, it was not the act of an inmate, but rather of himself.
Baxter killed himself, though not intentionally, by giving himself alcohol poisoning.
Apparently, an anonymous security guard had taken pity on the prisoner, who had been sobbing hysterically over something he would not identify, and secretly gave him vodka to keep him quiet and consoled.
It is not known whether the guard will receive punishment or not.
Baxter has been buried in the prison graveyard and is never to be heard from again.
--
Baxter doesn't care what anyone says. Emerging from the grave is not dramatic and magical, it is irritating and tedious.
The process has left him down an eye, down a tooth, and down his fucking dignity.
Whoever resurrected him is going to pay!
He'd thought he'd died. He'd thought he had escaped the bitter memory of the year without Walter, he thought everything was going to be left to rot in the brain of a dead man.
God, how he hates this.
Only one year after his life sentence, murderer Baxter Ivanov was found dead in his prison cell.
No, it was not the act of an inmate, but rather of himself.
Baxter killed himself, though not intentionally, by giving himself alcohol poisoning.
Apparently, an anonymous security guard had taken pity on the prisoner, who had been sobbing hysterically over something he would not identify, and secretly gave him vodka to keep him quiet and consoled.
It is not known whether the guard will receive punishment or not.
Baxter has been buried in the prison graveyard and is never to be heard from again.
--
Baxter doesn't care what anyone says. Emerging from the grave is not dramatic and magical, it is irritating and tedious.
The process has left him down an eye, down a tooth, and down his fucking dignity.
Whoever resurrected him is going to pay!
He'd thought he'd died. He'd thought he had escaped the bitter memory of the year without Walter, he thought everything was going to be left to rot in the brain of a dead man.
God, how he hates this.
Art and Other Information
Name: Baxter Afonovich Ivanov
Orientation: Homosexual
Died At Age: 24
Current Age: He doesn't care, so neither should you.
Art:
byFritz
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byInsanityMuffins
byMarlena
Overlay Art byMarlena
Profile done by User not found: rcul4u998
Name: Baxter Afonovich Ivanov
Orientation: Homosexual
Died At Age: 24
Current Age: He doesn't care, so neither should you.
Art:
by
Fritz
by User not found: probie
by
InsanityMuffins
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MarlenaOverlay Art by
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