Full Name: Iven Rooknell
Nick Name: Ivory (he hates it though)
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: English (UK), Australian (NSW)
Height: 4 foot 9
Eye Colour: Naturally Brown
Hair: Short, smooth, kind of shaggy
Build: Average, slim, toned a bit of muscle, skinny
Weight: 35kg
Broken Bones: None
Nose: Small (not tiny), normal size, pointed yet round
Jaw and lips: Soft, thin lips. Perfectly aligned
Extra Hair: Not much yet
Natural Hair Colour: Creamy White
Legs: Average, thin, slightly muscled
Style: Sticks to normal clothings and colours. Cream white or dark red shirts,
black thin but a bit loose jackets, normal black (not skin tight).
Cleanliness: Averagely clean, he is a boy after all, but he does try his best to keep
smelling nice and refreshed.
Eye Sight: Fine, no problems or glasses needed.
Skin Condition: Flawless, no sunburn, smooth.
Teeth Condition: Good for now.
Dimples: None
Scars: Not many, most of them are on his legs and arms, but they
are usually covered.
Personality: Childish at times, Cool, calm, rude at times, short
temper, at times playful,
at the moment he's shy, scared of what might happen to him in the
future from experiencing the
sight of many close deaths in his life, jumpy, fidgety, quiet, hurt, sad.
But also a tad insane. Experimenting on bodies is his kind of thing.
Mental Status: Depressed, has a phobia of darkness (Lygophobia)
and being alone (Autophobia).
Socail Class: Not very well known
Occupation: None, he stays at a foster house, waiting for someone
to adopt him. <- Old. Now he's with Parson.
Birth Place: England UK
Current residence: Foster Home <- Old. With Parson now.
History: - Family have been and still are cursed since the 1800's.
- He's the only child left, many adults have still survived.
- Parents are deceased.
- Sisters and Brother are also deceased.
- House caught on fire from oil mixed with flames on the stove.
- He awoke in hospital alone, it was dark.
- Got up to look for family, finally finding them.
- Sisters were burned to death, charcoaled and bandaged.
- Was told his brother's body couldn't be found in the rubble from the fire.
- The room was a wreck, one window was smashed, glass everywhere.
- Looked out the window to see two familiar bodies on the ground,
looking down at them 3 stories high.
- His family were indeed dead. He panicked, screamed for help, only
to be helped up from fainting the
next morning.
- He then moved to wing city on his own, and had to live in a foster house.
- He is still tormented by horrible creatures, demons, ghosts, unexplainable
beings, bad luck follows him,
along with the curse, breakable only by a certain god, completely
impossible to find.

Business: None
Skin Colour: Pale olive
Hobbies: Soccer, listening to music, reading, playing , watching tv, going
outside to see friends, playing
with others, playing acoustic guitar. and experimenting on test subjects.
Family: Had two younger sisters (twins, age 5), a mother and father. They lived in
England most of their lives.
Mother was English, Father was Australian. The rest of the family live in Australia. The curse
is from the fathers side.
Extra Features: None
Eye Brows: Thin, defined, white.
Weapons: He simply carries a small pocket knife.
Abilities: None (in the magic part).
Special Skills: He doesn't see them as special, but he can see and speak to those
out of this world that others
would probably be unable to see.
Friends: Use to have many back in England, but now that he has moved to Wing City
he must make new ones again. <- Old.
Interested in: Men and Women.

There are three forms to him, normal, possessed, and when he's dreaming. Normal is
obviously his normal look.
Possessed is when any creature decides to possess him in order to harm himself and others.
And in his dreams,
he is always seen wrapped in sharp skin piercing thorns, restrained by them for his tormentors
to begin their evil deeds.
But, when possessed, he usually has the same thing happening to him like what happens in his dreams.