Ivan

Name: Ivan Blaire

Age (Under 18 and above 14): 16

Physical Description: 5'8", dirty blonde hair, icy blue eyes, slim/slightly athletic build. Tendency to wear nothing but black/red clothes.

Personality: Loud mouthed and short tempered, the type to beat your head in just for looking at him wrong. Generaly too doped out on pain medication to pay much attention.

Brief background about childhood/life: Spending most of his younger years homeschooled, he just recently got into a normal life. But, instead of being a productive young lad, he has spent the last three years killing his brain cells and doesn't remember much of before the start of his eighth grade year, aside from the fantasies of visiting far off fantasy realms to escape the abuse of his parents as a young boy. After all the beatings were intense. Since he can remember clearly though, he's been selling and doing more drugs than he's ever cared to count. Until a few months ago when his mother started volunteering him for work in old folks homes and picking up trash on the side of the road and the like, this was her last resort after the mental hospital couldn't get him to open up. And now he's got to keep his system clean for his mothers random drug tests every month.