phoenix, ivy

[anasztázia zsófia farkas]

MY MOTHER NAMED ME anasztázia zsófia farkas
BUT EVERYONE KNOWS ME AS Ivy Phoenix
I WAS BORN ON April 21st, 1994
AND I DIED ON n/a
I'M FROM Szeged, Hungary
AND I RESIDE IN New York City, Vegas(temporary)
MY DOCTOR DIAGNOSED ME AS werewolf
IF I HAD TO CHOOSE, I'D SAY I LIKE both
ODD AS IT IS, THEY SAY I RESEMBLE barbara palvin
* INFECTION STATUS: negative

PEOPLE WOULD DESCRIBE ME AS unpredictable, just clearly unpredictable. she acts on her own natural instinct. she doesn't trust many people, and tends to come off as a cold, heartless bitch. it isn't that she's a bitch, but that she's forward in not liking you and all you are. she can read people very well, her radars pretty solid, and hardly anybody can slip. she has a heated temper, the wolf in her doesn't really leave a long fuse, and in the instant she's already angry there's no way out without a few bruises.

BUT THEY DON'T KNOW MY STORY
ivy was raised by her grandmother, after her parents where 'shot' dead. ivy never got truth from that day, her grandmother swore she'd never tell and would take it to her grave. take it to her grave she did. it was a horrific night for ivy, and the end of a normal childhood as well, when they came. her grandmother was preparing dinner, and ivy was upstairs doing normal hungarian teenage girl things, when a clash of noises erupted from downstairs in the kitchen. Ivy was timid, slowly walking down the stairs to see her dead grandmothers head peeping out of the kitchen. it was dreadful, and before she could run up the stairs the killers had grabbed her. they didn't anything to her themselves, the sold her to one of the local brothels. she was 'too young', but they raised till she was of a ripe age. ivy saw a lot in those days, she was the girl that directed the paying customers to a certain room. she had stayed their for two years, untouched for the longest time, until her first working day. her last working day as well. she was forced on the bed, in a room with the windows painted black, but she could see it, a full moon. it was that day being werewolf would save her life, and ruin it later. it was a blood bath when she turned, killing almost everyone her wolf form found fit to die. she had never experienced signs of a werewolf before that day, apparently it was just the cherry on top of puberty. Later the next day she woke up, covered in blood, laying face down in the forest. Since that day, Ivy found herself living on the streets, doing almost all she could to survive. she didn't do too much, she knew she'd eat at least once a month whether she liked it or not. She had also changed her name, anasztazia just didn't fit her persona much.

Ivy never was one to have such good luck, but that turned around about months or so a go when a modeling agency was scouting for new subjects. Ivy at this point was just wondering around Budapest, not really paying any attention to the two strange pair of eyes following her around. took them a while to approach her, but when they did she wasn't too thrilled. at first she told them to she wasn't interested, but gave it a second thought after they begged a thousand times over. when she accepted they hauled her ass to new york city, first class. it was a total princess fairytale, they made several little changes here and there, but she reminded them time and time if they didn't like what she was doing she'd go right back to the streets. luckily her edgy attitude landed her several jobs here and there, getting her name thrown around in the industry.
I GREW UP AROUND
Grandmother

BEHIND THE CHARACTER, I'M REALLY Reed
MY TIMEZONE IS Central
I WRITE LIKE THIS

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