Ivan a hissé comme Skylar a suggéré de préparer une flèche. Il aimait cette idée beaucoup mieux que la suggestion de Jameson de se cacher à l'intérieur de la caravane et de laisser les adultes s'occuper de tout. Il courut à l'intérieur de la caravane pour trouver l'arc de son père et le carquois de flèches. En rentrant à l'extérieur avec l'arc en main, il a pris note de la figure qui s'approchait.
Ils n'étaient pas trop loin maintenant, et semblaient tenir une sorte de torche ou de lanterne. Ivan n'avait aucune idée de qui serait seul sur une route boueuse aussi profonde dans les bois avec une pluie torrentielle vers le bas sur eux, donc la première pensée d'Ivan était que cela pourrait être un problème. Il a choisi une flèche en acier dans le carquois sur son dos, tirant en arrière la corde à arc et espérant qu'il avait tort à propos de qui que ce soit.
Name: Ivan Levin Mikhailovich
Age: Looks 9, is 11
Description: Ivan is a small boy, only a little over four feet tall. His messy golden brown hair falls to just below his chin in unkempt layers, framing his pale face. He has a pair of sharp dark brown eyes, that always make him look alert and watchful. His build is frail and skinny, with long slender limbs and childish facial features. His posture leans a bit to the left and he walks with a limp.
He dresses in whatever rags he can get his fragile thin-fingered little hands on. Right now, this means a worn out orange waistcoat at least three sizes too large for him, a white button down shirt that's surprisingly unstained, torn black dress pants and no shoes for his little feet.
Gender: Male
Personality: Ivan is quiet, mostly because his English isn't very good but also because he's extremely shy. When interacting with others, he seems stiff and unfriendly, speaking in a hushed and hurried voice and stammering. He's very sensitive and is easily made upset, especially when asked about his past or his parents. He'll often go days without ever speaking to anyone. He's reluctant to try new things, preferring to stick with what he knows.
Backstory: Ivan's mother died giving birth to him, and his father, tied down with caring for sick relatives, sent Ivan off on his own to find money to help the family. Ivan, finding no work in his hometown, joined the caravan with hope of finding his fortune elsewhere.
Skills: Sneaking, hiding, marksmanship, drawing, general craftiness
Extra:
-Ivan has asthma and is allergic to cats and shellfish
-He is afraid of heights and spiders
-He carries his mother's wedding ring in his pocket at all times
-He walks with a limp because of an accident he got into when he was only eight years old. He fell off of a roof and fractured his right leg in two places.
-He suffers from chronic nightmares that cause him to sleep poorly and occasionally wet the bed. He really doesn't like to talk about this.
-He tries not to kill unless he has to, and usually only shoots non-lethally.
-Despite the above statement, he has very good marksmanship and could probably kill if he had to.
-He likes to draw and is quite good at it.