Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Korean, Caucasian
Physical Description: Ivy is a little over 5'4" with a petite slender figure. She weighs around 110 to 115 pounds. Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown that matches the richness of her hair colour. She has very white creamy skin which we cares deeply for and hates tanning it. Her style is quite the girly kind. She is very fond of dresses, skirts, and blouses. Her outfits are usually colorful with an accent of black or white which she calls the neutralizing colors of her style so people won't look at her as a walking rainbow. Having a passion for patterns, one will always see her will some sort of symmetrical design such as plaid, checker, striped, or plaid. She never wears a solid color other than coats or jackets always deeming them boring.
Personality: Ivy is always trying her best to be beautiful like her mother who was a high end model back home in South Korea. She tries to never over do her make up or outfit and takes great consideration to her looks and first impressions. She is very responsible, never forgetting an errand or date. She is organized and is told frequently that she has OCD with the cleanliness of her room, closet, and locker. Ivy wants people to like her and will change to their liking even though she knows it isn't right to want to please everyone she meets. She isn't silent and will voice out opinions though she will never openly say negative things about people. Sometimes when arguments arise, she will refuse to choose a side and claims to be unbiased no matter what. She absolutely hates picking a side or going against someone. She likes to think of herself as an exciting person since she is always up for a playful challenge or energetic conversation. She isn't judgemental about others believing people don't act with malice in their intentions just because it is their nature, but because of a bad situation. One would guess she is a bright thinker, but she feels the negative side's weight more than the positive though she would never think to say so. She is a great listener and gives very impartial advice, watching her words. She has been taught that her words and actions affect more than just the immediate witnesses. Easily hurt, Ivy can break down within seconds when alone. Usually trying to seem strong, she won't cry infront of others, but most of the time her tears are stronger than her will to appear so.
Likes: Designing, Art, Music, her hair, bright colors, happiness, organization, compliments, her mother, her nationality, meeting new people, beaches, seafood, sushi especially
Dislikes: Tanning herself, her height, plain colors on her, messiness, fighting, hurting someone in anyway, crying, feeling unwanted, her father for leaving, Luke Vouge, herself when she thinks of Blake
Role: Female Hopeless 1
History: Ivy's early childhood wasn't very exciting even though her mother was a model, she was shielded from her mother's fame. When Ivy was eight, her father hung himself in the closet of her parents' bedroom. He worked as a pop star recuiter for a large company during his life. He was Caucasian. It was later found that he was having an inappropriate relationship with one of the young trainees in the music entertainment he was working for. Apparently unwilling to face his wife and daughter, he commited suicide in an attempt to wash away all the pain, worry, and critisim from his affair. After her father's funeral, Ivy began to see her mother more often and live in the luxury that came with the money from her mother's modelling career. Growing up, she was surrounded by beautiful gowns, sexy attires, and armies of gorgous women. None, of course, surpassing her own mother.
When Ivy turned twelve, four years after the death of her father, her mother began an acting career. A year later she was married to a rich movie director. She then had two older step brothers by the names of Blake and Neil Jonas. She ended up getting very attached to the two boys and started school in America. Neil and her were the same age while Blake was older by three years. Blake was an over protective one so when Ivy started to hang around the "bad boy", he got very upset. Still stubborn at sixteen, wanting to do what she liked and not what others perferred, she started to date the boy anyways. His name was Luke Vouge and he would prove to Ivy that her actions were a fatal mistake. During a date, Luke wanted Ivy to have sex with him. Refusing to do it, Luke left her on a street corner. Ivy immdiately called Blake to come pick her up. Rushing to get there, Blake crashed into a delivery truck, killing him on impact. Ivy found out and broke down into tears. She still hasn't forgiven herself for it, blaming love, Luke, and her foolish infatuation for Blake's death.
Sample Post: Ivy dropped her bookbag on the couch and gave out a loud sigh. "Yah, Neil! Can you get the chips from the kitchen? I am starving!" She pouted her lip and watered her eyes at her blonde haired step brother that stood across from her with a bored expression. Her stuck his tongue out and mumbled something close to "Lazy" and walked at the pace of a sloth to the kitchen counter. Ivy plopped down on the sofa making sure her gray uniform didn't wrinkle under her. They had just gotten home from school. Like clock work, she flipped onto a channel and her favorite house desiging show came on. "Neil! Hurry! You're going to miss the- Wait. Damn, it's a re-run," she frowned and switched the televison off. Neil bounded into the living room with a large family sized Lays potato chip bag in his hand chewing some chips. "Which one is it?" he asked with his mouth full.
Getting up from her seat, she marched over to her stepbrother and snatched the bag from his hands. "The one with the lady and her son. They have the money inheritance from their grandmother or something. And they want to redesign their house." she rambled on remembering the episode.
"I haven't seen that one," he argued taking the Lays bag from Ivy and gripping it with his other hand.
"Fine, go watch it," she reached over to take a chip from the bag when he pulled it back quickly. "No," he whined with a full mouth. She gave him a look that translated to Real Mature, Bro. "Nah, you know I'm messing with you," he moved the bag closer to her and as she leaded forward to take it, he planted a small kiss on her cheek. "Jumping Dog!" she yelled as he darted for the stairs with the food in his hands. Laughing, Neil climbed the stairs. "Fine!" she yelled, "Ya pig!" She was very close with her stepbrother and they usually traded insults and pranks. She would never act the same way around other people, worried it might turn them off.
Looking around the room, her brown eyes settled on the high school graduation picture of Blake. Her gaze softened and water welled in her eyes just from looking at the frame. Although she didn't cry, sadness and anger hit her all at once again as if it were the same day, two years back. Then she noticed the golden envelope. I sat like a rainbow trout on the table, drawing attention. She walked over, opened it seeing her name. The goddess appeared to her while she read the letter. Confused, she looked up to find a beautiful woman holding out a feather pen. "Do you agree, Ivy?"
Obviously shocked she screamed. "Sh*t doves! Who the hell are you?" She frowned giving Ivy the Who the Hell do you Think I am? look. "I'm the Goddess of Love, honey. I'm here to offer you a shot at romance. True romance this time. Not the piece of sorry trash vomit Luke Vouge," she made a gagging action to display her disgust.
At first, Ivy didn't know what the hell to do. She was surprised Neil hadn't flew down the stairs at her scream and that the woman was even real. She thought she was going crazy. "Sign it, love. And you will be happy in a real man's arms," she whispered with the voice of an angel. Feeling entranced, Ivy wrapped her fingers around the pen and signed her name in flowing cursive at the line. With the last of her name both the goddess and the contract vanished.
Neil pounded down the stairs. "The hell was that?!" he asked referring to Ivy's loud scream. Ignoring him, she trudged over to the kitchen. "I'm going crazy," she whispered.
Other: Her busy mother is her ultimate role model. She loves her mom very much and strives to be just like her. She has this habit that she dreads: Whenever something really sudden happens or she receives a shocking realization she will put an adjective together with an animal. She will shout it or hiss it without thinking. As if on impulse she will do it. Ivy calls it her unladylike habit.