L'homme de la boue faisait toujours peur à Ivan, même s'il n'avait rien fait depuis la première menace. La confusion et la peur qui l'entrainait lui suffisaient pour lui faire ramper la bile dans la gorge. Il a serré une main sur sa bouche et bâillonné lourdement. Il n'avait plus rien dans l'estomac, donc il n'a rien élevé, seulement en remuant et en obtenant du sang teinté cracher sur toute sa main. Il s'est mis à gratter le vomi séché et le sang de son visage, ses joues rougissant de rouge profond.
Il reprit lentement sa force, maintenant capable de s'asseoir sans le soutien des oreillers. Il traversait les jambes et se déplaçait nerveusement sous la couverture. Il se sentait encore dégoûtant, mais était heureux d'avoir été emporté de sa flaque de vomi au moins. Il a regardé Raven, qui était encore juste à côté de lui, mais n'a rien dit.
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.