Ivy Gawyne
22 Arcs Old
Mixed Race(Human, Aukari, Biqaj)
Born Ymiden 20th 696
No Marks
No Factions
Fluent in Common,
Broken Rakahi
No Partners
Mixed Race(Human, Aukari, Biqaj)
Born Ymiden 20th 696
No Marks
No Factions
Fluent in Common,
Broken Rakahi
No Partners
Appearance
For all of Ivy’s beauty and sweet smiles there exists a little bit of a darker entity in her nature. The kind girl has a darkened look in her eyes, one that’s both sometimes harsh and broken. She doesn’t usually let such a way of acting come out often but it’s very pronounced in the way her eyes seem to lose their sparkle, her body becomes slack and weak almost like she’s little more than a ragdoll. Her nature becomes so reclusive that the body it inhabits nearly becomes little more than a broken mass of flesh.
Personality
To her enemies she isn’t mean necessarily. She’s certainly not going to give you the same kindness he would give a friend or a stranger. She’ll go out of her way to ignore you but she won’t be openly brutal. Instead she’ll just simply use you. True she isn’t a fan of the darker acts of gaining power, but she isn’t above using someone as pawn if they’ve done enough to earn her animosity. And due to the nature of Ivy, being such a kind person an all, earning her hate is certainly an amazing feat that deserves all the torture she can dish out to you.
When it comes to family there is nothing Ivy places a higher value upon. She treats family like it’s the only important thing there is, and honestly to her family is more important than anything else in the world. She will do everything for her family even if it means risking her life. She has a special fondness in her heart for her younger sister since they’re the only girls so far out of all her siblings and cousins. She of course still loves all her brothers older or younger. She can’t really think of anyone she has a particularly bad or good relationship with. She loves all her family. Above all she values her parents who gave her life, shelter, and younger. Even though she isn’t always the most affectionate, sometimes going so far as to come off as cold, she still loves them more than the whole world.
She’s picked up a couple different odd quirks over the years. For one she freaks out if she’s left alone with men for too long. The only exceptions to this rule are her older brothers and her father. Another thing is she hates being touched by just about anyone, it takes a great deal of affection and trust for a touch to be allowed and she also tries to avoid eye contact as best she can. She’s scared of relationships and doesn’t want to marry, even though she knows one day it’s likely she’ll be forced to.
History
Every day was a fun and different adventure of sorts. Sometimes her brothers would teach her how to start of fire by rubbing sticks together, and at other times they would take her out into the wild with a compass and make her find her way home. Each time they did this they would take her to a different area so that she didn’t memorize the way back. When they started to get older they started play fighting and slowly forgot about Ivy. At least they tried to. In her younger day Ivy was a nuisance to those she liked constantly begging for attention in different ways depending on the person. When it came to her brothers she could get into the middle of the fights and harass them to play with her. Eventually one of them got the idea to include her in the play fighting. Ivy got a black eye, her second oldest brother split his lip, and the oldest ended up with bruises all across his back. That was the first time Ivy had gotten scolded along with her brothers, usually having been the pure innocent and sweet baby girl of her father even after her younger sister came around. Ivy and her younger sister held a very close bond with their father as the only girls in the family, but Ivy was still a little closer. As little as the event seemed it certainly had a drastic long term effect on Ivy.
Slowly she started to be moved closer and closer to focusing on her studies. Learning about the past kings and queens, the different noble houses, who her marriage candidates were, and how to act around other nobles was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the things she had to learn. Ivy became more and more miserable; she slowly stopped eating and didn’t spend much time with other people. She even gave her siblings the cold shoulder when they tried to interact with her. It was obvious to anyone that Ivy was suffering from depression. She didn’t want to be like this. Exploration was in her nature, her blood, the thrill of discovery called to her deeply. She craved it like air. Eventually Ivy had enough of it all. At age 12 she ran away. At the time it seemed like a good idea, she thought she could take care of herself with what her brothers taught her. Honestly it was one of the worst mistakes of her life.
It only took an hour to slip away from her home and get to the point no one would be able to find her. You would expect a child not to be able to get far, especially with how much it snows near Fort Gawyne. But what she didn’t expect was to get hopelessly lost. In the wilderness she was alone, slowly freezing to death. Until a kind man stumbled upon her and asked her whatever was the matter. Ivy told the man everything and about how much she was upset at her family. The man took sympathy on the girl and he offered to take her in, to keep her safe, to teach her about the world. Ivy was blind to any malicious intent the man had and happily followed him along like the innocent little child she was. Ivy didn’t expect what happened next. The men led her to cave and while she wasn’t paying attention he clapped something around her wrist. It turned out to be a shackle. The man started to leave and Ivy screamed. She screamed and begged for help and for the man to let her got. When that failed she screamed for her brothers and her father. Hours passed, maybe even days. Ivy just screamed and cried and begged for some kind of mercy, some kind of blessing. She cried out to the name of every immortal she knew and then she cried out for the pity of the seven. She wished and begged with all her might for someone to save her. There was no mercy.
When the man came back Ivy was weak. Hungry and cold and exhausted from crying out for help she could do little more than stay on the floor watching the man with cold eyes. There was still a determination in them though, a determination that man seemed set to break. He came back with meat and told Ivy that when it was over she would be fed and she would be cared for just as he promised. He was after all a man of his word. But he needed to exact some kind of payment for his hospitality. Ivy didn’t understand what it meant. She didn’t know much about the world and what she had been told was censored stories by her mother of what happened in wars, what men and women did together, many stories fitted for child ears. This man introduced her to the reality of the world. All of its darkness and its horrible misgivings. The things that man did can be left up the imagination because they are most certainly too graphic and horrifying for recitation. Ivy can’t even think of the event without breaking down.
The man kept his promise and after the deed was done he gave her food and a blanket. But the blanket was ripped and the food was under cooked and she felt sick and wanted to go home. So she asked the man if he would take her home. He became angry at this, making a show out of how she wasted him time. First she asked him to take her far away and then she asked to be taken back home? He told her that he would take her home as soon as he was compensated for his wasted time. That time was 7 trails exactly. It would have been longer undoubtedly if Ivy’s father wasn’t finally starting to catch the trail. If the man was caught he could be in more than just serious trouble considering the laws again sexual assault. The man ditched Ivy out in the wilderness before making his own escape.
It took hours for them to find Ivy, shivering in a small pile of frozen girl on the ground. It was a wonder she didn’t get serious enough frostbite to required body parts or something to be removed. Her father searched for this disgusting man for trails, those trials became longer and grew to be seasons. It quickly became apparent after a while that something all the worse had happened to the child. At the age of 12 Ivy was left with a child of her own. A near impossibility, and yet somehow it happened to someone so young. Her father locked her into her room claiming to all who get curious that she got extremely sick after what happened, which was the truth in a twisted way. Ivy became very withdrawn for a while. The only people allowed to see her were maids and teachers bribed into complete silence along with her older brothers. The event was supposed to be kept under wraps. In the later days of the pregnancy she was allowed to see no one.
Ivy wasn’t prepared for this to be her life the day she ran out of the house, she felt and looked like she had been broken. On the day of the birth because just how undeveloped Ivy was she nearly died. The child did die not more than a half hour later before it could be given a name. She’d be lying if she didn’t think her family was secretly glad. It would be hard to explain the parentage of such a creature, especially after going through all the trouble to hide Ivy’s “condition” as it would have been so lovingly called. The death of the child had to be what caused Ivy the most problems though. It just kind of twisted her up leaving her with and empty feeling of slowly settling death. It was cold and impersonal and yet it stuck her on a deeply person level. Ivy cried, and broke down. Even after being allowed to leave her room she wouldn’t for trails later. And when she did leave it was obvious she was a changed person.
There were still sparks of the old Ivy here and there. Playful fits of nature where the 13 arc old acted like her old self. But most of the time it was a lot of poorly done pretending and anyone who’d known her long enough would be able to tell. Her eyes would go blank for large spans of time and she would forget what she was doing, she would suddenly panic for no reason after the body of another being doing little more than brushing against her. She clung to her older brothers for support fearing all her cousins and even some of her younger brothers. She grew distant from her parents. If asked she would say her family is more important than anything else in the world, she loves them all. But the event put a strange distance between her and certain members. The one she however grappled onto the most was her younger sister for various reasons.
Eventually Ivy’s father allowed her the freedom she craved as a child at about 14 or 15. She was allowed to start learning whatever she pleased as long as she knew etiquette and court matters. Ivy instantly decided that she wanted to learn two different ways of fighting, unarmed and short bow. The fact that she couldn’t defend herself was a major problem to her in the arcs after the man. She often blamed her own stupidity as well as her own weakness for it happening.
As time progressed Ivy came to a resolves. She didn’t want to live at Fort Gawyne any longer; she wanted to live in Andaris. This would give her a good degree of freedom she’d never have still living under the hand of her father. She had become a philosopher of sorts publishing short papers on her views of the world after assessing varying situations within the kingdom. But that wasn’t really enough for her. When she was little she had often dreamed of being the captain of a ship or a skyrider. Both had intrigued her far more than sitting in a dimly lit room and spitting out big words that made her seem smarter than she was. With freedom away from her father she could actually decide if that was something she wanted to do. When she turned 18 her father actually allowed her to move to Andaris on the condition she would support herself. It felt a lot like she was being cut off from the rest of the family considering she got colder treatment for the urge to move away compared to some siblings. But she ignored the thought instead looking forward. For the first time in a long time the future was bright and open. She took a small sum of money with her upon leaving, enough to buy a house and keep herself afloat for a little while. She’s been Andaris ever since, though no one’s really taken much notice to her yet. She hasn’t gone out of her way to speak to anyone and stays home a lot.
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