Post by Ivy O'Shea on Dec 8, 2010 21:01:15 GMT -6
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Ivy Xena O’Shea
"I’m in love with all your danger, I can be your pagan angel."
YOUR AGE . Twenty-Two
RP EXPERIENCE . 10+ years
CONTACT INFO . You already know it.
HOW DID YOU FIND US . I refuse to answer this question.
NICKNAMES . None.
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH . Twenty-Five/February 3rd
GROUP . Nurse
FACE CLAIM . Emilie Autumn
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HEIGHT . 5’2
WEIGHT . 120
HAIR. Vibrant, natural red. She wears it long, usually with beautiful ringlet curls.
EYES. Teal
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . Her ear lobes and tongue are pierced, and so is the cartilage on her left ear.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . Her bright eyes with dark lashes, full lips, and thin but curvaceous body.
PHYSICAL FLAWS . Large scars wrap around her left hip from an accident when she was younger.
PERSONAL STYLE . Very business like, but also very sexy. She loves dresses and you will always see her wearing high heels.
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Dangerous men
Men in general
Sex and sexual things.
High heels
Fashion
Horror movies
Blood
Gore
“Feeding”
Danger in general
Her refurbished 1969 electric blue Corvette Stingray
LOVES JESSICA RABBIT
DISLIKES .
Other women
“comfort zones”
People who comment on her accent
Cheaters
Plain colors
Snooty people
People who ask too many questions
Goals
People touching her Corvette
STRENGTHS . Very intelligent. Great with words, and has a very smooth “bedroom voice.” She can con people into doing many things for her. Quick learner. Highly determined to get whatever she wants.
WEAKNESSES . Curious to the point of distraction. Craves danger so much that she doesn’t care how she goes about getting it. Sometimes doesn’t know when to stop. She’s also fairly insane, but hides it very well.
GOALS . Hates goals. She likes to take life how it comes and let things play out. But she does have one: To never get caught at what she does.
FEARS . Making a mistake that leads to her demise.
SECRETS . She’s a cannibal. A literal “Maneater.” She loves the thrill of hunting, and while she doesn’t have abnormal powers, she can track very well. 99.9% of the time, whatever guy is unlucky enough to get her in bed is going to be her dinner that night.
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FATHER . Keenan O’Shea
MOTHER . Sierra O’Shea
SIBLINGS . None
PETS . None
OTHER FAMILY . None
HISTORY .Ivy Xena was born to Dublin natives Keenan and Sierra O’Shea. She grew up in a very loving family and lived a very normal childhood, even though they didn’t have much money. She was loved at school. She had the most mannerly personality. She was the prettiest one around, even from a young age.
But at the age of nine, a famine hit their town hard and over one-third of the population died from it. Including Ivy’s father, Keenan. Her mother, Sierra, used what little money they had to their name and fled to America.
With almost nothing left, they rented an apartment in the poorest part of New York and worked hard to become citizens. They had no other family and nothing left to lose. Ivy went to school and Sierra worked two part time jobs just to get by.
They learned the language fast and adapted even faster. But at the age of eleven, Ivy was getting ready for school when her mom came in from an all night shift at her job. They got into a trival argument, and Ivy ran out the door, her back pack slung over her shoulder and her clothes a mess.
Being as upset as she was, she didn’t concentrate on where she was going and crossed the road without looking. It had been raining all night, so when the car she stepped out in front of slammed on its brakes, it hydroplaned and smashed into Ivy’s small frame.
The impact crushed her left hip and broke several ribs and other bones. But the most damage was caused when Ivy hit the pavement. Her head struck just in the right spot to snap an important mental component.
She was hopsitilized immediately, but she was in a coma. Her mother spent all her spare time by her daughter’s side, apologizing profusely and begging her to come back. But Ivy just wouldn’t respond to anything. According to the doctors, she had a low chance of ever waking up again. And if she did, she most likely would be brain-damaged.
So three weeks later, when Ivy’s eyes opened to the world and she sat up in bed all on her own, the doctors called it amazing. But when the tests proved that she was in perfect mental health, they began to call it a miracle. She was fine, and only two days later, she was released from the hospital.
But there was something terribly wrong with her. The symptoms first started when she began to walk on her toes around the house, moving with a very sensual, cat like grace. It progresses from there until she was besting up boys at school and staying up all night. She was a completely different person underneath that sweet exterior.
She killed her first man at the age of sixteen. She had landed a job as a waitress at a small restaurant a few blocks down from her house. She didn’t make much, but it was a lot better than making nothing at all. She’d been working there for several weeks, and after closing one night, she grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
After locking everything up, she felt arms come around her neck, holding her in place. Warm breath brushed her ear as a man spoke “Don’t move. Don’t even scream.” She should have been afraid, but she was entirely calm as she slammed the back of her head into the man’s nose and broke free.
She grabbed the dull pocket knife she kept in her purse and quickly jammed it into his jugular. He bled out before he even hit the pavement. She loved the thrill, even as she dragged him into the forest to rot.
As she walked home, she licked her fingers clean.
And since then, it’s been a frenzy. It started with just one person every few months and progressed to a man a week. But she’s never been caught. Not even close.
Because no one knows.
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MEMBER TITLE . None
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) . nope
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? . Malice
RP SAMPLE . “I hear the thunder thumpin’
And my heart starts jumpin’
And that’s when I spin on the pole
And now my head’s explodin’
And your gun is loaded
So I’m guessin’ I’m on a roll…”
The beat thumped through Ivy’s bones, and she lost herself in the hypersensitivity that surrounded her. Her body melted and her hips swung to the sound that blasted from the speakers. This was her song. Beautiful Dangerous by Slash. She loved it, and it fit her to perfection.
And so she lost herself completely, letting the music take over her body. She could feel people staring, every man in the room had his eye on her. She just knew. There was nothing sexier than a scantily clad woman dancing her ass off in the middle of the club.
As the music died down, she opened her eyes and scanned the room, looking for her nightly prey. Now that she got the excess energy out of her system, it was time to go hunting. [/font][/ul][/blockquote][/font][/font][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote]
