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Orphanage for Supernatural

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The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan sighed, but nodded, heading back into the caravan. Everything was thrown about haphazardly inside after the collision before. There wasn't much fresh air inside and it smelled somewhat of unwashed humans and their byproducts. Ivan had had quite enough of the cramped old caravan, but Jameson was right. It would only be worse for everyone if he went and got sick, which he was more than likely to given his current condition and the weather outside. Being asthmatic and very young besides, Ivan was likely a bit more prone to disease and infection than the others.
He shook the rain off himself, folding up Raven's coat and setting it gently on the floor. He then cleared a space in the clutter for himself to sit down, deeply regretting not having more sets of clothes. The ones he had on were the only ones he could afford, and they were soaking wet and sticking to his pale skin uncomfortably. He sighed miserably, squirming around a bit to try and find a comfortable position on the tilted floor.

Death In The Air

"Th-thank you." Stammered Ivan, blushing as he closed the door and took care of what needed to be done, walking out a couple minutes later feeling quite a bit better but still a bit perplexed by the girl's perceptiveness. Was he really being that obvious, or was she not kidding about the whole magic powers thing?
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The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan smiled gratefully as he was handed the coat. It was far too big on him, of course, but that just meant it kept the rain off all the better.

"I dislike to say it," Piped in Ivan when Bladur spoke, "But I agree. with Bladur. The animal will take us no further, and trust me, legs do not heal easy."

Death In The Air

The quilt was a bit cumbersome for Ivan, but he managed to fold it up enough to be able to carry it. He walked back to the kitchen with Gabriel, looking around at the others. One of them said something about Star Wars and Monopoly, things he'd only heard of and never personally experienced. It occurred to him at this moment that he rather had to use the bathroom, but had no idea how to ask, so he opted to hold it, shifting uncomfortably and rearranging the quilt in his arms. He remained silent, watching the others in the room.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

In the short minutes in which Ivan had been outside, the young boy had become drenched in rain, his messy brown hair sticking to his face and blocking his left eye. He coughed miserably; foul weather was never good for his asthmatic lungs. Still a bit sore over the fact that he couldn't offer any help, he looked back at the caravan, trying to see who had just stepped out of it. ой. Это человек в маске He thought, running a hand through his soaking wet hair.

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 Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan stepped out of the caravan a bit after the others, rubbing his head with a wince. He flinched as he saw the dire straits the horse was in, but knew his tiny hands would do no good, so he stayed well back. Even standing still as he was, He was clearly favoring his right leg, leaning on his left side a bit to stay steady. Every now and then he would wobble a bit, as if about to lose his balance, but remained stable for the most part. Either way, it wasn't like he was going back inside the caravan. It smelled like the devil in there after all the time they'd spent inside, and with all their belongings thrown about it wasn't like he could sit comfortably in there. He remained silent, feeling bad for just watching them work, but he knew it would be better if he stayed out of the way and didn't spook the horse.

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