Ivan

Ivan (pronounced iivaan) is the older brother of Navi, NSA's mascot. He was the first astronaut on Mars, but was outshined by his under accomplishing younger brother, who stayed on Earth garnering fame. Ivan was able to hack Jacob Grady's call feed while he was explaining how good of a mascot Navi was on the Back to School Bash Thursday Lore call on 9/12/2024. He gave Navi a short ultimatum that he has a short time, to do what is not know, but it is most likely to give Ivan the fame he wants.

The only known picture of Ivan, as of 9/12/2024

Description

Ivan is the older brother of Navi, and he is extremely different from Navi. Ivan is obscure, only coming to light with his threat to Navi. His actually appearance is unknown, but he is tall, thin, and otherwise unknown. He used a blackout video filter on himself to hide his appearance on camera. Not much else is known about Ivan because of his obscurity.

History

He is the older brother of Navi, and he was the first astronaut on Mars. He was outshined by Navi, who stayed on Earth garnering immense fame. Eventually Navi became NSA's mascot, and Ivan was left in the dust of obscurity. Angry, Ivan hijacked Jacob Grady's camera feed on the Back to School Bash Lore call on 9/12/2024, while Jacob was explaining how great Navi was. He gave Navi an Ultimatum of unknown circumstance, however below is a transcription of Ivan's cryptic message:

Speculation

Many believe Ivan's name inspired Navi's name, simply being written backwards.

Ivan's next move is unknown, although some speculate he will bring chaos to all NSA.

Hudson's Post

On October 1, 2024, Hudson Brott posted this video in teams:

In the video, he claimed that he created Ivan, and that he was responsible for all of Ivan's actions. There has been much debate over whether or not he truly did create Ivan.

Ivan Poems

These are poems that have been posted by various wiki accounts on other random wiki pages. They have been moved here - good luck figuring out what in the world they mean

The students go on Teams a lot;
It’s open to them each.
So some forget that there are not
Outsiders in its reach.
The Courtyard isn’t free to all.
The door’s not open wide.
If Ivan lurks within these walls,
Who let the man inside?
Who’d ever want poor Navi gone?
What soul would take our mascot on?
How many of us serve his whim,
Do anything to follow him?

Ivan wanted chaos. Ivan wanted war.
Ivan knew just what the school’s wargame would be for.
For years he’d gathered soldiers. For years he’d bided time.
“And now at last,” he told himself, “The Courtyard will be mine.”

He did not look like the man he played,
Too old to be a teenage boy.
To hide his face while plans were made,
He’d need a clever ploy.

Hostages taken against their will
By a man so evil, I get a chill
Their memory gone, no one knows
That they were set up in a simple pose.

No need to rush, no need to race.
He’d make a slow and steady pace.
He’d win the war and earn first place,
But never, ever, show his face.
His space suit rested in the hall.
“A perfect helmet,” Ivan said.
“But too unique to fool them all…
In war, it won’t protect my head.
I need a new one. Something bold.
A comfy mask that won’t get old.
A plastic one? Or one of steel?
Or the kind that racers wear at the wheel?
Hmm…”