Post by Ivy on Aug 1, 2012 11:53:00 GMT -5
Ivy
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Name: Ivy Race: Human Sex: Female Age:24 Job: NA Hair color: Wavy brown Eye Color: Blue Weapons: Knives Abilities: To assume or transfer illness Transformation: NA Weight: 145lbs Height: 5'2 Lifemate: NONE Siblings: NONE Companions: "Mr J" A vampire who has haunted her from childhood, she has formed a kind of Stockholm syndrome bond with him and sees him as a demented companion almost a twisted form of a lover. Ivy often compares their "relationship" to the villain pair Joker and Harley Quinn from the Batman comics. | Storyline |
Crazy, that is the word Ivy has been defined by for the past 7 years of her life. Her world has been filled with padded rooms, sterile white walls and mind numbing drugs. They just didn't believe her and the things she saw at the insane asylum. Even now if she had been able to deny the blood soaking her hands she would. But try as she may she knew he was out there somewhere waiting in the shadows for her, his play thing, his Harley Quinn.
She remembered their first kill. How he bent her to his will and she watched in horror as the blade she held had sliced like butter through the writhing woman. How he had laughed at her horror and the others pain and with a wave of his hand their victim's tortured howls and ear piercing screams had become cries of pleasure and longing. It was the first of many perverse acts he had willed upon her. Once upon a time she had resisted... she had silently begged him to stop his senseless need for destruction hoping that somewhere in that sick twisted mind of his was a glimpse of compassion. But he had only laughed at her pitiful pleas for mercy and his laugh was the very substance in which evil came from. It would wash over her and rock her body to the very core leaving her stripped of all emotions until she felt prone and almost naked in front of him.
She was out now, after 7 long years Mr. J would find her again and they would resume their work. Ivy wasn't sure how she felt about that anymore... At least he remained consistent. He had visited her every night that she had been locked up, whispering secrets in her mind. Telling her of his sinister plans for her, how he would make her like him.[/color][/blockquote][/center]
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lol forgive me I couldn't sleep tonight so I decided to "tidy up" my character sheet