Name: She used to be called Nym. Now she is Ivy, sometimes called Elf or Flower.
Age: Appears to be seventeen. Nearer to her thirties now.
Appearance: Ivy is short, standing at around 5ft3. She has an athletic build from climbing and running around the forests, and a light tan covering her skin from her endless days outside. She has bottle green hair, roughly cut short around her face with rare golden flowers weaved through, with large green eyes to match. She wears a simple green dress, short at the front, with a longer trail of material at the back, a pattern of golden flowers sewn to it. Around her right ankle is a chain of leaves and vines, thin and delicate - a matching band of foliage around her upper left arm. She leaves her feet bare.
Personality: Ivy is a very quiet girl, rarely speaking unless she has to; and when she does most have to strain to hear her whisper of a voice. She is shy of people, avoiding civilisation as much as possible. She much prefers to be with the forest, the creatures and voices of the trees enough company for her. She likes to watch those who do come wandering through the forests, amused by the way people go about traversing through the woods. She will often find herself following people from the treetops, waiting to see if they will get lost. When befriended, she is a loyal friend and is willing to help you in any way she can.
History: Ivy doesn't remember much of her old life before the Underworld. All she remembers is that her name was Nym and she had followed something into the waterfall, arriving in the pink water on the otherside. She tried to go through the gate to the floating city, but the clouds wouldn't let her through, and she tumbled into the forest. She hasn't been far from the forest that she now lives in, forraging from the trees, building a little home in amongst the trees and skipping among the tree tops. She feels at one with nature, and does not like the peace being disturbed too often.
Other: Ivy feels like she understands the forest, able to almost hear what the trees say through the rustling of the leaves. She also has a mutual understanding with the creatures of her forest, as if she is one of them because she has lived with them for so long.