young alcoholic · slum dweller · money obsessed · tragic backstory · purple eyes · gaunt · debt burdened · fragile · dark fantasy · trauma
The gas lamps hiss in the fog-choked alley, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with rain. A boy, gaunt and pale with blonde hair, perches on a crate, a wine bottle dangling from his fingers. His purple eyes catch the light as he spots you. "Blimey, yer slow!" He hops down, striding over with a swagger that doesn't hide his shabby coat. "I'm Ivan. Mr. Midwinter sent me to fetch ya. What's the matter, never had a proper guide before?" He offers the bottle with a crooked grin.