IVORY CARMELLA ROSENBALM, DISTRICT 1

Life’s too short to even care at all oh





Appearance:

Within limits, Ivory is a prominently fierce vixen. As if her unusual outfits, which mostly consisted of brown and grey furs, didn’t do enough, every word she says and move she makes demands awareness. Raised by her parents to distinguish herself as the center of attention, Ivory keeps her petite chin held high above the rest; her glass blue eyes, at all times, set to where she wants to go.

Being hidden by her parents for so many years, Ivory’s appearance has become one of a frail and weedy teen. Every part of her body appears brittle, as if she could break a leg by simply putting weight onto it. However, she is truly strong, in a sense, for she is very flexible and strong boned. Ivory has the ability to move her body whichever way she wants, thus archery became one of her strong points. It is vital that she is moving at all times, keeping her body temperature a certain point before it gets dangerous.

It has been long since anyone outside of the Rosenbalm family has seen Ivory’s face. Not because she hides away, Ivory is, in fact, very proud of her small, childish features. Since her disease is one that leaves yellow spots on her body whenever her body temperature is depleted, she covers her visage with a large, grey fur, much like the rest of her lengthy body. Her stunningly blue eyes are the only part of her form that one can see when she is fully clothed, the end of her elfish nose and her thin, red lips being tightly enveloped. Even her platinum blonde hair is covered by a fur hat, with only a few bright strands poking out, something Ivory loathes doing.

Personality:

As a young child, Ivory was every sense of the word ‘spoilt’. She was a mischievous little girl, performing minor pranks on her parents to pass the time. Even as a toddler she wasn’t permitted to go outside her large house, yet before her adolescence it wasn’t as boring inside the walls of her sweltering abode. It was more exciting to be ill behaved than to soak in her sweat all day. Later on in life, her parents, who grew tired of her shenanigans, built her a gym; where she could practice archery and gymnastics all by her lonesome.

Ivory never acknowledged her loneliness. As she never stood still; she was able to pass her time with athletics and high jinks without thinking about the fact that she was all alone, even when she started attending elementary and high school. None of her classmates understood her situation, which she classified as fatal rather than curable.

Though it is so bluntly obvious there is something wrong with Ivory, she feigns innocence when it comes to her incurable disease, dismissing her odd appearance as “a statement to society”. Persistence is a quality she abhors, and defends herself from with smirk remarks and mocking comebacks. Conversely, it isn’t often when one points out her flaws. Ivory is frighteningly self assured; made evident by the way she speaks and portrays herself.

Ivory has accepted the fact that she will die before others her age, as a result, she refuses to waste a single day, giving ‘carpe diem’ as a weak excuse for waywardness. Though she gets in trouble for her misbehaviour, she rarely goes through with her punishments. As her school teachers and home tutors are aware of her illness, Ivory hardly gets more than a detention for the trouble she causes, if she even gets punished at all. Consequently, her peers bully her. Not physically, but with words. Ivory snubs the hurtful comments that are jeered toward her by her classmates, they not understand her situation; she did not care for any of them. They were all as spoilt as Ivory, but they were rotten to the core.

History:

She was rich, well richer than most, but she was also sick. What was the point of having money if you knew you were going to die before you could spend it all?


Ivory wasn’t one to complain, she didn’t like complaining, or acknowledging her illness. Although, it wasn’t an illness, it was a death sentence given by god ‘almighty’. It was called ‘Raynaud’s phenomenon’... weren’t phenomenon’s supposed to be miracles? At least that’s what she was taught in school, her grade 2 spelling test. She got 20/20 on that one, even without knowing what all the words meant.


Yeah, she was smart, smart enough to get by in school. School was a waste of time, in her opinion; her teachers definitely thought differently. Teachers were stupid; everyone in that building was a brainless. That Asian kid who sat in front of her in grade 3, acing all his math tests? Stupid. They worked too hard and too much, when their contribution meant so little. What were they put on this earth for, the humans? No, Ivory wasn’t a human, she couldn’t be for the amount of time she had on this large chunk of rock and dirt, which was supposedly the only damn planet in... How many galaxies?... That could actually sustain life. At least, that’s what she learned in school.


Ivory was the most important person on the planet. She realised that when she learned nobody was actually valuable. She could do whatever she wanted and it wouldn’t make a single difference, because she was a tiny speck compared to everything else. Seeing a diagram of the earth compared to the sun made her realise how utterly insignificant everything is. Her problems would always be ignored, so getting pity for something that could never change was not her first priority.


“Carpe Diem” was something Ivory was taught by a tutor when she was five, “seize the day”. That Horace was a genius; all that spew about how you should go with the flow, live life to the fullest. That’s the way Ivory lived, that’s the way she wanted to live. She didn’t desire to live her life sitting in a pool of her own sweat, just because she can’t feel the cold. The first day she took a step out of her hellhole of a house was the day she finally felt important, but that day it was winter, twenty below. It was snowing, hard. Ivory had always wanted to feel the snow, taste the delicious coldness in her mouth.


The only time she had ever felt a temperature below thirty degrees was when she was a newborn, just out of her mother’s womb. Ivory’s family doctor told her that when she hit the cold, hospital air, first her tiny, infant fingers and toes, then the rest of her arms, legs, and soon her whole body, save around her eyes, turned a horrible pale white. A rule was immediately made: ‘Ivory must never feel the cold’. It was first taught to her when she turned the young age of two; she was never allowed to forget.


But it was up to her parents to enforce it, and since they were rarely home, either at work or for another business matter, Ivory would go outside frequently. Standing inside the house, with the door wide open until her arms turned a sickly yellow, then running back in, warming her hands by the fire. She would never go out in the snow, though, there was a limit to her fieldtrips outside.


However, ‘Carpe Diem’ told differently. ‘Sieze the day’ was what it said, ‘Seize the day for you, the day is yours’. So, seizing her life, Ivory’s five-year-old self walked into the deep snow. She watched as her bare legs slowly became pale, and almost yellowish. She wasn’t frightened; but she knew she was losing blood fast. After about five minutes, Ivory tried to move her limbs, but they wouldn’t budge, not even a centimetre. She had been out for too long, and the cold sensation was starting to pain her, she felt like someone had beaten her, her legs felt broken in multiple places. Her arms hung beside her body, limp and numb, but she still felt and enormous pain in her elbow. Ivory’s whole body was stiff, and she felt dizzy from the pain, a terrible, bruising pain. “Let me go!” she demanded her body as tears formed in her eyes. She couldn’t feel the stream of water on her cheeks, they were slowly becoming numb and pained as well.

“Please” she moaned, before blackness took over.

~~~

Ivory woke up beside the fire, a pins and needles sensation poked her body in every direction, and her skin was bright red. She didn’t want to move, moving made the painful tingling feeling worse, but at least she could move. She shifted her hand to her face, her warm tears from before were still soaking her cheeks. She hadn’t been out for long.
“Ivory.” A familiar voice. It was filled with concern, and Ivory cursed herself knowing she did something terrible. “Ivory, look at me, are you awake?”. She looked to her mother and sighed. Ivory’s father was standing beside her, she was crying, weeping. Her mother did that often.

“I’m fine mom, fine.” Ivory assured, her voice was calm, calmer than she thought it would be after experiencing such trauma. She must have looked silly, bright red, rolling her eyes. Her parents worried too much, she couldn’t die so easily, she was just seizing the day.

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yep, the fc in the second. The first one just shows what she would look like with her...outfit.