
username; Firedancer77
name; Ivan
gender; Male
personality; Inquisitive, Intelligent, Determined
short bio/history; Ivan, ever since he could remember, had been on his own in life. He’d never had many friends and had never known anything about family. In fact, the only thing he’d ever experienced that was even remotely close to those two thing was when he worked with a small group of thieves in the city. They gave him protection and food in return for his services, but when they discovered he wasn’t growing older, they ditched him. Alone once again, Ivan had to learn to care for himself.
It was one day that he heard three fateful words that would ultimately change his life. “Gypsies! Tramps! Thieves!”
Ivan, his curiosity spiked, hurried to get a look at where the yelling was coming from, and came across a wagon. He recognized traveling wagons like these, as he’d seen people go around doing shows like this. He also knew that they were thieves of money.
“Kid, if you know what’s good for you, I would scram.” Ivan jumped whenever a young adult Viscet – or so he guessed – said something to him, peering out of the wagon.
“But why?” Having nowhere else to go, Ivan decided to question her on why she thought he would be better off leaving.
She sighed, and shook her head. “Apparently somebody was caught doing a bit of thievery, and we’re going to be taking the blame.”
Somehow, Ivan could tell that they were the ones who had been doing the thievery, and not someone else. He didn’t say that though. “So you guys are leaving then?”
“Well, duh.” She nodded her head.
“Then can I come with you?” Bouncing slightly, an eager smile took his face.
“Kid, you need to get back to your family.” That argument was going to work.
Ivan sighed. “I don’t have one.”
“Come on, kid. Everyone has a family.”
“Not me.” Ivan closed his eyes. “I’ve grown up on my own.”
A small bit of pity appeared in her eyes. Normally, Ivan hated when people pitied him. Now, it could be to his advantage.
“Please?” He met her gaze, trying to use those pleading eyes that would make any thought of saying no melt away.
“Just hurry up and get in, kid.” Grabbing him, the girl hoisted him up into the wagon with her.
“I have a name you know.”
“And what is it?”
“Ivan.”
“Welcome aboard, Ivan. I’m Candy.” (398/400)
Adopted family; Candy - Adoptive Mother










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