(http://home.mchsi.com/~fwanny/wsb/media/755700/site1020_t.JPG)<br/><br/>Walk: 10m, Run: 30m, per hour 5km<br/><br/>Right handed<br/><br/>STR/STA 45/55<br/>DEX/RS  75/50<br/>INT/LOG 55/45<br/>PER/LDR 62/35<br/><br/>initiative Modifier..-5<br/>: P(unch)S    5 damage<br/>Explorer<br/>PSA's - Wilderness Expert (it's part of explorer and has some 'street smart' skills)<br/>PSA's - Diplomat (part of explorer..and has a bunch of CHA skills)<br/>PSA's - General Category (has the dance/artsy stuff)<br/>Entertaining - 3<br/>Stealth - 1<br/>Survival - 1<br/>Bluff - 1<br/>Dramatics - 1<br/>Computer A&O - 1<br/>Weapons - Martial Arts - 2<br/>Vehicle - Cycle - 1Charisma (bonus)<br/>language: human ancient<br/><br/>Ivy had started the perfect childhood. Her father and mother adored her, and she them. She was an only child. Ivy discovered music at the age of 3, and started lessons at 4. She was somewhat of a prodigy, being extremely talented at dance and music. She took much joy in learning all she could and her parents were very proud of her.<br/><br/>Ivy’s mother was a freelance advertising consultant. Ivy’s father was a prestigious attorney, owning his own firm with his best friend, Uncle Rob. He and Uncle Rob were very close, and had a healthy competition in every area. They both lobbied for the position of Assistant DA, with her father barely winning. The family wanted for nothing. They had a beautiful home on Lake Crystal, Minnesota, and took frequent trips to their vacation home in Colorado. Uncle Rob frequently accompanied them on their trips.<br/><br/>In the summer of Ivy’s 9th year her world fell apart. Her beloved father disappeared. They were on one of their many vacations to Colorado, and Ivy’s father had gone mountain camping with Uncle Rob for the weekend. While hiking they were separated. A massive search ensued. After 3 days Uncle Rob was found, exhausted and weak. After two more weeks of searching, the remains of Ivy’s father were found, partially eaten by wild animals. Uncle Rob never left their sides, and was a great comfort to Ivy and her mother.<br/><br/>In Ivy's 10th year, Uncle Rob asked her mother to marry him. She quickly said yes, and it seemed they could start a new life as a family. Rob continued to run the firm, and finally became Assistant DA. Her mother quit working to concentrate on being a wife and mother.<br/><br/>After the wedding, Uncle Rob began to change. Over the next 12 months his temper grew short, and more and more often he would come home drunk. He developed a deep paranoia and was certain that his new wife was cheating on him. He took control of the family finances, and started working from home whenever possible to keep an eye on her. He had to keep close control of his new family. Eventually the alcoholism took over his sanity. He beat Ivy's mother frequently and tortured Ivy emotionally, crippling her self-esteem. Threats were common and severe. If either of them betrayed him, the other would pay. He insisted they appear as the perfect family. Ivy buried herself in her dance and music lessons. She found her true love was Rhythm guitar and singing. She poured all of her emotions onto paper, exercising her demons in song.<br/><br/>As Ivy reached age 14, she began to develop into a beautiful young woman. Her step-father did not fail to take notice. Disgusted by his attraction to her, he decided to take it out on Ivy. He beat her heavily, making her not pretty, easier to ignore. She cried and yelled for her mother to help her.  Her mother never came. Uncle Rob finished, and left the room. Ivy started to sob, she heard her mother through the wall, sobbing with her. Her mother had failed to rescue her.<br/><br/>Ivy withdrew from the world. She dropped out of dance, and her music and voice lessons. At first, she tried to hide from him. She would lose herself in the vast house, hidden with the mice. She would listen to every noise, and feel for his presence as he searched for her. To her horror, he seemed to enjoy the hunt, and would stalk her silently. When he found her, he violently beat and tortured his prize. She eventually stopped hiding her body, and just hid her mind.<br/><br/>Over the next three years, she vowed that she would show him, that one day she would end his abuse of her and her mother. She would make him suffer as he had made her suffer. She would show her mother that she didn’t need her as a savior. Her mother’s savior had become Valium.<br/><br/>One Ivy night Ivy was sure her father had passed out, and quietly crept down to the kitchen, hungry. She opened the refrigerator door, spilling light into the dark kitchen. Uncle Rob’s face was revealed in the darkness. He was sitting at the table in the breakfast nook. Quietly he stood up and unbuckled his belt. Ivy backed away from him, towards the basement stairs. He was weaving, leaning on things to keep his drunken balance as he advanced. Ivy’s heart pounded as she saw her opportunity in the inky blackness of the basement stairs. Uncle Rob lunged at her and she dodged out of the way, pushing him as she did. He grabbed hold of her t-shirt, and for a moment she was sure she was going with him. Her shirt tore, and he fell backwards, a look of surprise on his face. The racket was deafening as he clattered down the stairs. Flipping on the light she peered down the stairs. His body was twisted and he was on his back. She could hear him breathing, gurgling. He was still alive. Ivy quickly moved down the stairs, and leapt over him. His eyes looked up at her, imploring her to get help. Ivy leaned over him to the shelf at the bottom of the stairs. Uncle Rob’s eyes grew wide as she picked up a hunting knife. Straddling his hips, she raised the knife above her head. She stood there frozen. Ivy had decided she couldn’t go through with it when she heard a laugh. Uncle Rob had a bloody grin on his face. He chuckled softly, then harder. Blood spewed from his mouth onto his chest. Ivy drove the knife into his groin. Gasping, he choked, and then fell silent. Ivy stepped over his lifeless body onto the first step of the stairs to the kitchen. She reached out, and toppled the shelf on top of her dead stepfather. Ivy walked to the living room, relit the fireplace, and burned her clothes. She then showered, redressed, and went to sleep.<br/><br/>Her mother found him the next morning. The police were suspicious of his death, but her mother was now a very wealthy woman with connections in the DA’s office, and they turned a blind eye. The death was ruled and accident.<br/><br/>With the pressure of her stepfather gone, Ivy started acting out. Her grades slipped and she was having trouble controlling her anger. She felt she did not get the revenge on her stepfather that she had wanted. He died too quickly. She felt jipped. Ivy's mother was sure all Ivy needed was a change of scenery. They sold their home that spring and moved to Littleton, Colorado. As grateful as she was to be out of Crystal Lake, Littleton was tough for Ivy. Her emotional problems were many. Her mother, racked with guilt and struggling with her addiction, indulged Ivy’s every desire. She tried to be a friend and not a mother. Ivy chopped her blond hair short and dyed it crimson.  She pierced herself multiple times, and tattooed her body. She wanted to be anyone but the girl she was in Minnesota.<br/><br/>Ivy started to see a therapist, the best money could buy. Dr. Denise Marandola, PhD, was the premier child psychologist in the Denver area. Ivy still struggled with anger. Ivy really did like Dr. Denise, but did not tell her of the abuse, or how her stepfather died. She was not sure she could trust Dr. Denise. Dr. Denise suggested she take self-defense classes or martial arts, so she could reclaim some of her security.<br/><br/>Ivy excelled in her martial arts classes, but they only seemed to fuel the fire. One night she blacked out and awoke to find herself in the park, a bloody teenage boy at her feet. About 6 or 7 other teenager’s surrounded them. They were silhouetted by the red and blue flashing lights that were pulling up behind them. Ivy stood there, in a daze, unsure of what exactly had happened, but sure the boy had deserved it. She was taken to Juvenile Hall for assault. The boy was admitted to the hospital in critical condition. Some of the girls there that night had made statement to the police that her actions were in self-defense, that the boy had been harassing Ivy, coming on to her. They then retracted their stories, saying Ivy had acted out unprovoked. Thanks to her mother’s money and connections, she was given one year’s probation. Ivy’s therapist had also come to her defense, putting her reputation on the line.<br/><br/>Dr. Marandola suggested Ivy take back up her music. Ivy was reluctant, but picked up her guitar. Music seemed to be the release she needed, and she dove back into it. Unfortunately with the music scene, Ivy found a superficial acceptance. And with that acceptance came expectations.<br/><br/>Desperate to fit in somewhere, she threw herself into the scene. Random sex, drugs, and living on the edge dulled the pain she was feeling. In every sexual encounter she tried to fulfill the need for companionship and touch. Almost nothing was beyond her limits, as she valued herself so little. She traveled a dangerous path, and lived vicariously, almost tempting death to release her from her emotional anguish. The forbidden pleasures were the only pleasures she knew, and she bathed in them like water.<br/><br/>As Ivy grew further and further away from her mother, her mother sunk lower and lower into her own depression. Unable to stand the sight of her little ballerina being so self-destructive, she ordered Ivy into rehab, or to leave home for good. Unwilling to take orders from the woman who let her be bear for so many years, Ivy left home. She lived on the streets, crashed where she could, and lived for her music and her drugs.<br/><br/><br/>