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001. NAME• Ivory Aileen Rose

002. NICKNAME• Ivy; Rose

003. REAL AGE• 210

004. HOW OLD YOU LOOK?• 19

005. BIRTHDATE• April 7th, 1800

006. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Her mansion is stationed in Paris, France, but she quite frequently moves around.

007. AND YOU FEAST ON?• Humans only, everything else makes her sick.

001. YOUR FACE• Amy Acker

002. HAIR• Her hair is chesnut brown with slight golden blonde highlights. Its full with volume and usually wavy, framing her beautiful face. Wavy, it falls just past her shoulders, when she straightens it, it falls down past her shoulder blades.

003. EYES• Almond shaped, maroon colored eyes with a slight black outline around the irises. Her eyes hold a dark secret that is easily hidden, but when someone looks deep enough, they will find that she holds something no one can ever understand.

004. HIEGHT• Ivory is only 5'5

005. WEIGHT• She's very petite, only weighing to around 115

006. BODY MODS• Only her ears are pierced at the lobs.

007. FASHION/STYLE• Ivory loves, almost more than anything, to wear dresses. Any color satisfies her and makes her giggle. Yet, occasionally, she wears the usual boring dark denim jeans and some colorful top she can find. Since she is very petite, she wears heals often, making her legs look leaner and longer. She hates showing her shoulders, which is why she barely wears anything that does. The only time she wears something that shows her shoulders is when her hair is fluffy enough to cover them up.

001. LIKES•
^Dancing;
^Singing;
^Playing the piano;
^Watching her favorite TV show- Angel;
^Hunting humans; the thrill of the hunt makes her laugh;
^Naturally being evil;
^Harassing the werewolves and making them squirm(only on a good day)

002. DISLIKES•
^Food;
^Light alcohol;
^Strippers;
^Annoying people;
^Hip hop and pop;
^Vampires;
^Getting a fast meal

003. FEARS•
^Sunlight;
^Heights;
^Tight spaces;
^Needles;
^Ultimate death
^Fire

004. STRENGTHS•
^Her keen sense of observation;
^She can usually tell when someone or something isn't right;
^Her ability to lure people without using any power;
^She is a quick learner;
^Never seems to get lost

005. WEAKNESSES•
^People;
^Love;
^Trust;
^Men;
^Comfort

006. ODDITIES•
^Her eyes;
^Her attitude;
^Her majesty, despite how evil she can be;
^Her elegance

007. ORIENTATION• Straight, sort of looking

008. SPECIFIC MORALS•
^Karma is the biggest b*tch, so don't get on her bad side;
^Don't waste your time, live life to the fullest, you'll never know when it is going to end

009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•

Ivory Aileen Rose, before her Vampire days, was filled with nothing but despair. She’d lost everything at a young age and found nothing to satisfy her needs anymore. She wandered the streets for years, and it turned her into something cold and heartless. She no longer cared for others, or herself. This thinking is what turned her into the creature she is today. She was such an easy target and the sire found that her ability to never love would do him good if he turned her. She quickly turned into his pet, being nothing but a vampire slave. Her hatred towards the world only grew every day because she found no freedom. She despised the human race with much more hatred then one soul should have possessed. Ivy became a soulless creature, finding that picking off humans one by one was a game where the humans were the pawns and she was the player. Her sire, when he was done with her, kicked her to the curb and she grew hatred against Vampires also. She found she could trust nothing, not even herself. She never knew love, and she honestly cared less about it. Overall, she is a soulless, heartless, sociopathic Vampire.

001. PARENT ONE• Joselyn; Deceased

002. PARENT TWO• Cyrus; Deceased

003. SIBLINGS• -Joseph; Caleb

004. PETS• None

005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Ivory Aileen Rose was born as Aimee Marie Du'Bois of France in the 1800s, when reputation was everything. The Du'Bois family was rich, filthy rich, with enough mansions to house the whole city of Paris. Cyrus Du'Bois held a high place in the court and was made a Count. It pleased the family to great extents due to the overwhelming money they received for a salary. Even if the family was living great financially, the family in itself was horrid. Joselyn Du'Bois was constantly gone, always away from home. Ivory never learned the reason until she turned eight and could actually understand what her father was doing to her. Cyrus had been abusing her, physically, mentally, and sexually since she was six. Joselyn couldn't do anything to help because she was a woman, so she left, leaving her daughter with the deranged father for weeks at a time.

By the time she reached her teen years, she was beautiful, but unhealthy. Cyrus refused to feed her whenever she did something wrong, even if it was a little thing, and she grew very petite and thin. Her natural genes made her tall, but not by much. She was malnutritioned, but in that society, everyone just figured she was thin. Ivory knew she couldn't run for help, she was too also a woman. With her families reputation she was offered many husbands, but her father refused her to marry, for he knew if she did, she would be taken away from him. The sick man didn't want to let his daughter go, no matter what. This in itself drove Ivory mad. She never knew love, not family love nor friendship love. She grew heartless and uncaring the older she became.

When she finally reached adulthood, she stole a man's gun and shot both her parents. Her mother survived, but her father, fortunately, did not. No one truly knew if she meant to spare her mother, but most say no. That same night she killed her father and attempted murder on her mother, she walked around the city with the gun in her hand and the blood of her parents covering her body. From that day forward, she became the French version of "Bloody Mary", known from that day forward as Bloody Marie.

After the death of her father, she fled Paris and ran to London, where she met a few investors, and for a small price, she managed to put the inheritance of her family name to her own name, obtaining over fifty million dollars in American cash. She invested it over the years and hid away a treasure of money that she didn't need. She knew she was rich, but let no one else know. To keep her secret, she wandered the streets as if she was homeless, and that cost her, her life. On the night of May 14, 1819, Donatello Ramiera, a Spanish Vampire, captured the young woman and sired her. His original plan was to kill her off, but what he saw in her heart made him want to use her. He turned an already heartless killer, into a deadly heartless Vampire.

Over the next hundred years he used her sexually as a pet. She was kept locked up in a basement, in nothing but darkness. This is were her fears and weaknesses first started. She never knew love, or even trust. The darkness, even if she could see through it, made her claustrophobic. To keep her from breaking free, he constantly sedated her with heavy drugs even a Vampire couldn't overcome. To torture her, Donatello would hold parts of her body over a fire, seeing how loud she could scream. He turned her into something ruthless and brutal, with no love for anything. To see what she could withstand, he'd force her off of extremely high buildings in the middle of the night, when the moon was hidden. She constantly bled, and was rarely given blood. Whenever he did feed her, he only gave her human blood, slowly making her crave it more.

Finally in 1965 he released her into the real world. She was dazed and half crazy. She went on a rampage through Europe, killing almost everything in her path. Donatello watched her from faraway shadows and never let go of his pet, even to this day. She was extremely special to him.

Once her fit was over, Ivory managed to regain her composure and learned the way of the world. She was educated in six different languages and because she was such a fast learned, it didn't take long for her to obtain the knowledge of the world. She bought a large mansion in Paris, but hardly used it. She moved around often, taking humans as her meal. Currently she is stationed in the rainiest part of the U.S.A, Seattle, Washington.

Yo', my name is Ivory, and I've been the walking dead for 17 years, and I've been grave robbing for 7 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Google and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Nope

002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Giving one last lick, Ivy shoved the cold body away from her and watched as it collapsed on the ground in a heap. It'd taken her all night to catch that meal, but she enjoyed it non the less. Swiping the back of her hand across her lips, she made a sound of annoyance and licked the rest of the blood from her hand. Humans always made the biggest messes. At last she felt better from before when she'd came across a werewolf; they definitely bit, hard. She turned her head to the side and pulled the strap of her tank top down a bit to check the wound. It was almost completely healed, but a line of tick marks marred her shoulder. It was detestable, but it would soon heal.

Rising to her feet, she pulled herself away from the three bodies on the floor and made her leave. The two story home was now just so empty without the mother, father, and child. Ivy smirked, she loved the isolation, it made everything so much easier. "Such a bad girl." she said to herself with a sneer. Theres was no one who could stop her, she was ultimate; powerful. At least in her mind she was.

Once she'd left the house, she found herself in the middle of Seattle. She pursed her lips and tried to find an exit, but everything was either surrounded by people or hiding in the bushes was a werewolf. Ivy grumbled and leaned against the wall, pulling out a cig and lighting it. The glow lit up the world around her for a split second and she could see eyes just ahead of her, through the bushes. She licked her lips, curious to know if it was another Vampire, human, or werewolf. She couldn't tell from the distance she currently at. Slowly, she pushed herself from against the wall and paced herself casually to the spot where she'd seen the pair of eyes.