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The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

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@ArenaSnow

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

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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.

The Desolation of Mankind (Walking Dead Based Rp)

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Sorry, I know it's not the first I've been told this,,..

The Desolation of Mankind (Walking Dead Based Rp)

Name: Ivan Levin Mikhailovich
Age: 11
Appearance:

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.
Relationship: None
History:When the virus came to Russia, there was mass panic and the government basically fell to ruins in a matter of months. To escape the chaos, Ivanka and Rudolf Mikhailovich and their six year old son Ivan escaped overseas only to find that the virus was there as well. Ivan grew up living on the streets with his father and mother, learning to shoot and scavenge at a young age. Tragedy first hit when his mother caught the virus. forcing his father to shoot her to keep the infection from spreading. Rudolf Mikhailovich was later summoned back to Russia when a letter from his sister Klara came asking him to help her escape Russia. Though he intended to return for his young son, he became trapped overseas and although he is still alive, his chances of escaping the chaos in Russia yet again are slim. His letters are no longer reaching his son, and Ivan is struggling to survive on his own.
Weapons: Sawed-off shotgun
Are you traveling with anyone: Anyone want to join up with me?
Extra Info:
-Ivan has asthma and is allergic to cats and shellfish
-He is afraid of heights and spiders
-He's a natural born sneak and is very good at hiding
-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.

Death In The Air

Okay.

Death In The Air

Ivan obediently followed Gabriel. He too was perfectly fine with sleeping on the floor. He was used to sleeping in cold alleyways, so almost anything that could be offered him would be an improvement.

@LordOFThePies

Death In The Air

"I would very like a blanket." Said Ivan, drying off his mouth with the edge of his sleeve. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to not be starving, and now with that problem out of the way it only brought more of his focus onto the others. His lungs still hurt and he was a bit wheezy, he was tired, and he felt a bit dizzy and overwhelmed. "Could I stay for night? I promise I leave at dawn."
@LordOfThePies

Death In The Air

"Thank you!" Sighed Ivan, sitting down at the table. At least 50 hours had passed since he'd last seen food, let alone something so fresh as this. It actually brought tears to his dark brown eyes just looking at it. He took a tentative sip from the spoon, as if he were worried it weren't wholly real, then quickly wolfed it down as if he'd never see food again. Because, for all he knew, he wouldn't.

Death In The Air

Ivan nodded, though he hadn't quite parsed the sentence. что 'cleared'? He wondered, biting into his lower lip as he wandered downstairs. He found the table and Gabriel within a few minutes of searching. "I am Ivan." He introduced himself quietly, waving shyly. "Boy with tall gun sent me. You have food?" He blushed a bit, feeling the pain in his empty stomach as the scent of the soup caught his attention. "Please, share with me. I repay you, I promise."

@LordOfThePies @DriveEMOut

Death In The Air

Dinner...
That was exactly the word Ivan had been hoping to hear out of this stranger. A wave of relief ran through him, and he carefully scaled the ladder. Ivan had never liked heights, so he forced himself to keep his eyes on the window as he struggled to climb up. He hoisted himself through the window, slipping on his way through and tumbling to the floor unceremoniously. His cough had begun to worsen, but he was able to stand himself up and cough out a "sorry."

@DriveEMOut