Ivan Budman

= Ivan Budman. =

Looks.
Ivan is a 5'10 old man, with a silk trench coat, monocle and top hat. He is thin, but because of his average size he does not appear lanky. his facial structure is mostly hidden because of his monocle, top hat and a very spruce moustache below his nose. normally he walks around with a cane, but he has no true use for it...that is intended for a cane, in actuality its a hidden blade. He has a golden tooth and inside of the tooth, he has a pill, so one day when he will be able to free himself from the curse, no one could stop him.

Ties and Relationships.
He has many people he knows, easiest to describe it is that he is the guy that knows a guy. whatever question you have? whatever contact you need? he has got the answer for you! From Officials and nobles of the north, to the first mates and scoundrels of the south, he knows them all. He has no family, any search in the library of any state will end up with nothing, almost like its scrubbed clean. no kids, no siblings, nothing. whenever you ask him about such things, he always goes on rambles about some cousins in the "deep west" or some other lies like that, but he will never delve deeper then the surface. he will never give you more information then he needs to.

Backstory.
A simple swindler, a con man and sometimes a thief. living in a city, making ends meat by fooling and bamboozling any man, woman or child that look like they are foolish enough. One day he saw just the right target, a teen boy, with only one servant next to him, the boy himself looked posh, with a red coloured bowl cut and some fancy silk robes carrying a bag with dozens if not hundreds of coins you could hear it from the constant clicking and clashing of the coins while the kid walked. He followed him to try and find an opening, but every minute that passed, every hour the kid was always on guard eventually night came, but the boy was still outside wandering, looking at the most useless things, the swindler was impressed by the kids absolute resolution to look at completely foolish items all day long and not get bored, but he himself was not a man known to give up. as those thoughts ran through his mind, he finally found it, an opportunity. the kid and his servant had wandered into an alley, and the servant had wandered into a small inn. He took it, running up to the kid trying to grab his bag, but the kid persisted. screaming and yanking the bag not letting the swindler get a good grip on it, until you could hear the voices inside of the small inn get louder and the start of foot steps quickly moving towards the door, he had no choice....he took his knife and jammed it into the boys throat, quickly grabbing the bag, then running away in a panic. the whole time he ran he whispered with tears in his eyes: "im sorry, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry". his vision shrinked, he started feeling numb in the legs as his breathing began intensifying, but then *boom* he hit his small houses doors, quickly he took out his keys, fumbling and shaking with regret and pain, he finally got the keys in the door and got into his house. he did not do anything after that, except cry in his bed. no alibi, nothing. he had no spirit to do any of that after the incident. as he cried his eyes slowly closed, as a day of walking and crouching to not be seen had affected his body. he fell asleep. what the man hadnt known is that the child that he had murdered was not but a rich noble, he was a chosen one, by a god. a god that was so heinous he could not be revieled to the public, he had a cult worshipping hidden in the city, and each year they would pick a child to sacrifice, that child could not be replaced, but because of the swindler he was lost. the man woke up, in a pitch black space, almost felt like an endless void. so empty, but when he yelled there were no walls for the sound to bounce back from. then he saw a thin, almost starved figure sitting on the ground with knees up to his forehead, with his face tucked in between the body and the legs *TO BE CONTINUED*