ATTENTION THIS IS GHOST AND THIS IS MY THIRD STORY THAT I WILL BE POSTING. I DON'T OWN INFINITE STRATOS IT WOULD BE COOL IF I DID BUT NO. IT BELONGS TO Izuru Yumizuru. THIS STORY IS WIERD AND COOL AND HAS ONLY ONE 4TH WALL BREAK SO YEAH. THIS IS MY STORY AND MY OC IS BELOW.
OC
Name: Ivan Sikh Wallen
Gender: male
Nicknames: giant, Mr. Butterfly
Age: 16
D.O.B: 15 May
P.O.B: Russia
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: student
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 115 kg
Hair: dark blonde, curly, short
Eyes: dark blue
Body Type: compact muscular
Clothing: standard uniform, black tank top
Other: combat knife
Likes: Chifuyu, painting, Mozart, knives
Dislikes: stupidity, arrogance, death, animal abuse
Dreams: revealed later
IS unit: Bellator
Family: unknown
History: revealed later
The Infinite Stratos more commonly known as IS is an invention that changed the world all over. It was a mechanized exosuit that could push the boundaries of human limitations. Thought to be useless and the invention of a madwoman named Tabane Shinonono those notions changed due to the 'White Knight Incident'. When multiple countries fired over 2,000 missiles at Japan a single unit known as the Shirokishi, or white knight destroyed them all. Later when countries tried to capture it by force it destroyed entire fleets.
Over night the blueprint and designs were bought, sold, and fought over. But it was found out that there was one flaw of the IS, it could only be piloted by women. So the world changed again and to stop the threat of another war, The Alaska Treaty was signed by every country that could and it stated that IS's could not be used for military purposes.
As a show of strength from the countries the Mondo Grosso tournament was formed to show new designs and IS strength. Chifuyu Orimura was the first champion and then she was the runner up the second tournament. An academy was build off the coast of Japan to train and monitor future IS pilots. Finally ten years after the introduction on the Infinite Stratos the world is at peace but it is about the be ruined by a new pilot, a male. In one universe it would be the dense and romantically clueless Ichika Orimura, but that is not this universe. The strength and willpower of this man will change the world once again.
Get ready for Ivan Wallenstein, the Siberian who is mysterious, but protective of his friends and family. As he rocks the world of IS he will change the hearts of many woman and soar into the dawn of a new era.
Ivan's POV
As the train rumbled along the rail I thought back to how I got on this train to the IS academy were I, a male, would be attending school form the future. It was supposed to be a normal drop off at that woman's house but me being the curious dumbass that I was I touched the wing variable of the IS unit.
*Flashback*
The shoulder looked to only half done with wires sticking out. They entire thing was gray and had some blue accents. It was spiked and had very few smooth edges. As I touched the cool metal surface I didn't expect it to be warm like the sun that shown through the cold Siberian mountains in the summer. I felt a flood of information that showed me the expanse of the room and I saw that their was a camera recording me and suddenly I felt not only betrayed but also nervous about what this would mean because the camera clearly saw me moving the IS.
"Damn that annoying rabbit," I yelled in anger.
"You watch your back because after this I am pissed at you," I continued yelling at the camera in the empty room.
*Flashback End*
After that I didn't speak to her for about a week, she eventually came crying to my doorway. The train rumbled to a stop and I couldn't help but wonder, if we could create the IS and send people to the moon then why couldn't we make a quieter tram/train system. The looks I was getting from the other people in the car was unsettling in the least. They were looks of disdain, hunger, and curiosity. The island in which I was heading to was about two miles off the coast of the mainland with stations every mile or so.
After arriving I was greeted by the sight of green grass and woods with gleaming white sidewalks. I saw a few girls just milling around and not having any real sense of urgency.
"So this is were I am being imprisoned. Well I've had worse, I'm glad that I got here two days before classes started otherwise I'd be in a rush to get to class and that would be a pain in the patella," I spoke aloud for the first time in about an hour.
"Well it is true that this is going to being tough but don't be a whiner," a woman dressed in a black suit and skirt with a forest green tie.
I recognized her almost immediately but who wouldn't I mean it was Chifuyu Orimura the Brundildr, or titled champion. Her voice was cold and mostly indifferent but what chilled me the most was her overall presence. Before, I hadn't even thought she was there but then boom there she is.
"I was sent here to pick you up give you a tours and bring you to your classroom 1-1 which hopefully you won't make a complete fool of yourself," her voice was sharp and slightly mocking.
"Don't worry Miss Orimura I will perform to the best of my ability," I kept my voice calm but the accent still was present.
Her eyes narrowed and studied me closely before she turned her head and walked through the gate and I followed closely.
"Before I forget," she turned at my voice. "A certain bunny gave me a message to tell you that she misses her Chi-chan."
I didn't know what it meant but that crazy rabbit didn't always tell me what she had planned. From the way Chifuyu's hands clenched and eye started twitching the words were provoking an annoyed response from her.
She gave me one last withering glare then sighed and muttered some things that I couldn't hear. She walked away briskly and then I was given a very cold tour of the campus. She could have been mad or from what I had been seeing this was just how she was, a cool strict personality.
"And this is where students stay when classes are not is session, every two floors are for a separate year first years are on the first floor, report to the front desk to get your room assignment," her voice held a sadistic tinge.
She promptly turned and walked away, her tone sent shivers up and down my spine. After a second or two I turned and walked through the doors. The lobby wasn't formal or grand but it was obviously more comfortable then a typical boarding school dormitory. The lady at the counter was reading a magazine and on the front page I saw a shot of my mug looking at the camera with the headline 'The Boy Who can Pilot'. I almost laughed at the irony, she was in for one heck of a surprise. I walked up and leaned on the counter and tapped the it three times. Her attention turned to me in a bored fashion think I was just another girl checking in, but her posture went rigged as she looked into my eyes and then looked down at her discarded magazine.
"Excuse me could I have my room number and key or do I have to wait for the fan-girl attention to wear off," her eyes lost some of the twinkle.
She quickly handed me a set of keys and a tag with the number 1025 printed on it. Huh, could be my new lucky number. After thanking her and leaving her a blushing stuttering mess I walked down the hallway and to an elevator that a few girls had just walked out of.
"So I should be in the first year dorms that are on the second and third floor," I said out loud.
According to the floor plan I would be on the third floor, this was going to be a pain in the ass no doubt. Walking down the hall I saw many ethnically different girls milling around the halls talking and getting to know their roommates.
Crap, what if I have a roommate I was the only boy in a two mile radius. They wouldn't do that I mean that would be wrong on many levels. Unlocking the door I noticed that my bag and suitcase were beside the door and there was not other baggage there so I was relieved.
I entered the room, I saw 2 large beds, arranged side by side. I dare to bet that even a commercial hotel would not be able to compare to it. Just by looking at them it made me feel all light and fluffy. This should be the difference in level. Long live this small country.
"Ah, I can unload and not worry about annoyances," I said tiredly.
Just as I was going to flop on the bed for a power nap I heard a knock on the door. Sighing in frustration I walked over to the door I opened it with caution.
"Yes how can I help you Miss," I questioned politely.
"I'm Maya Yamada, and I'm your assistant home room teacher," her voice and eyes held a gentle and shy demeanor.
Looking at her in slight disbelief, she has a petite figure and doesn't look any different than a student. However, wearing clothes that didn't quite match her body made her look even more petite. And it looked ever more out of place with her large olive green eyes, behind her thick glasses.
"I'm also the one who was elected to give you your uniform," her face was starting to turn pink at my gaze.
"Ah, thank you but I have a very serious question for you?"
"Yes, I'll try to answer it to the best of my ability because I am a teacher," she said straightening her spine and looking adult-like.
"I haven't really explored my room yet but I'm assuming that there aren't any toilets in the rooms," my question made her go red in an instant.
"W-w-well that is the problem I also came to notify you of. Since this was built to be a girls academy we had to remodel an existing bathroom for you."
Seeing my questioning look she must have those that I was displeased with the arrangement because she quickly added.
"Don't worry we are going to be renovating your room in a few months for you."
"That is fine," I said trying to calm her down. "I understand that my presence here is a major change in status quo."
Her large child like eyes stopped quivering and her whole body stopped shaking. I was handed my uniform, it was a white jumper and a pear of long white pants I decided to get some sleep as to not be a dead man standing tomorrow. I had I lot to do anyway. I had to unpack, get my supplies, and hopefully get to know some of my new classmates. I set my alarm and went to bed thinking of in what direction my life was going to head now.
NOW AS I'M SURE MY READERS HAVE NOTICED I HAVE A THING FOR RUSSIANS, OR TALL AND STRONG CHARACTERS IN GENERAL. BUT FEAR NOT I HAVE A FEW STOUT CHARACTERS AND IN ONE OF MY STORIES THE MAIN CHARACTER IN ONLY ABOUT 5 FT 3 IN. THIS IS GHOST SIGNING OFF FOR NOW SEE YOU IN A WEEK.
Ghost Operation Systems