A young boy of 8, lost in this new and strange world
Derris is very quiet and subdued. Though he is silent most of the time, he is not a weakling. In fact, there is a strange strength in his spirit, along with his abnormal physical strength, that stands out. He doesn't anger easily at all, but he does cry. Even his crying, though, is done when he is alone. He can be stubborn but not out of anger, though he doesn't throw fits. Basically, he is a child who has faced way more in his short life than he needed to.
All Derris has is the tattered clothes on his back and his strength, though that his worth mentioning. Because he is such a young child who survived the disease, its' affects took hold more on his still growing body. He has the strength of about ten of the newly formed humans, and his senses are impeccable. In fact, they allow him to read any person much better than they could ever read him.
The last thing Derris remembers is waking up on a street, already healed from the disease. He has flashes of memories from his past in his dreams, but they always cause him to wake up sweating, sometimes screaming. Due to his newly honed instinct, he was able to keep himself alive, but just barely. He's been wandering the streets alone for quite a while.
turmoil