Ivy Woods

Head to toe, perhaps? Well, for starter's she's short for her age. She only reaches 4'1 and she's not happy about it. She has porcelain skin, flawless, and strawberry blonde hair that is in straight, long layers, reaching her shoulders. Long bangs cut her forehead and fall into her eyes all the time, and they never seem to go out of style. Her eyes are liquid sliver, cold, distant, and uncaring and when you may catch her battered down and tired, you may even find a sort of exhausted desperation in those silver pools.

She without a doubt dresses old for her age. Full length gowns with designer tags, cute summer dresses full grown women would die for, clothes that she merely tells designers to make for her so you can't find them anywhere else. Her ears remain hole- free -no earrings for her- but she does love her jewlrey. The bracelet she wears on her left wrist is always there, and is the only piece she will wear on that hand at any time.

Living in the penthouse suite in the most expensive hotel in Chicago, one tends to simply expect the world on a platter. Ivy has maids and butlers and cooks and designers and makeup artists at her disposal. She has people to do the shopping for the people who do the shopping for her. Name the place, she buy it in seconds. Name the street, she can rename it. The childe name 'Woods' is just that old. Just that respected. Thus, it's safe to say Ivy is the poster child of spoiled children. No really- she landed that modeling gig. She doesn't take no for an answer. She doesn't follow any rules but her own. If you don't like it, then she'll simply buy your house and make you leave the city. Easy peasy.

Although she does enjoy her pranks- being bored in that suite all by herself- inside it is clear that this mentally- adult child is suffering. When she was changed, her mind was in a state which had made its peace with the world. She was ready to die- still is- and her insides are forever waiting for that release. Oh, she wouldn't kill herself, how would that look? No, instead she'll pinpoint the biggest, baddest, nastiest slayer in town and make him or her into a new best friend. She won't make it easy, her father would have died for nothing if he knew she just threw her undead life away, but she wouldn't blame them if they won.

After all, being 8 years old for over a thousand years and not being allowed to drink ever certainly takes its toll on a soul.

Oh, and she's also an amazing musician able to play the piano, cello, violin, viola, and harp. She loves to sing. She can speak many languages fluently but English and Italian are her best. French is very good but others are just decent. Passing.

The year was 904. Rome. Past the end of the Roman Empire. Exactly nine months after Amelia Woods and Vergible Wood's wedding night. Amelia knew what her husband was- a childe, a demon, a vampire. Call it what you may, she went into the marriage well aware of what the future held for her. The only problem with changing her would be the harm that would come to the baby, the child which Vergible could hear growing in his wife's womb. He expected her to pull out of it, to make it, but birth of a demon child meant certain... sacrifices... had to be made.

The day of Ivy's birth was the day of her mother's death.

So Vergible, in fear of being discovered, took his wife's bracelet, took their child, and ran. They made it to England and there is were Ivy lived out her short life. Yes, she had been born a living, breathing child. She had the fangs and the sensitivity to light but she was alive.

Alive, and susceptible to mortal disease.

By the year 912, she was on her deathbed. The childe born Verible refused to let another family member escape him. The disease his child had was not a plague but the disease of her very life. She was mortal, and to be mortal was the most fatal of all illnesses. Without a second thought, he bit his child, injecting her with his venom and changing her to an immortal vampire- 8 years old- for the rest of her existence on earth.

For many years, she stayed with her father. They returned to Italy and went through the Renaissance, the world enamored with Ivy's snow white skin. They sailed to the Americas and settled there through harsh winters and glorious harvests. They made it to Maine, then Quebec, and it was there that they spent most of their time. That is, until more and more vampires began to be discovered.

Vergible was being hunted, but he had gotten wind of a truce in some country city, and so he shipped his child off with all accounts to her name. Sure, she has other family, distant cousins and the like, but with her father surly dead and gone, Ivy is a woman trapped inside the body of a child, caged in the windy city.

Oh, and she wants out.

She wants out bad.

(See Jay)