Ivy Hudson Harper
Nickname/s: Harpy, Huddy, Vine.
Age: 26.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Occupation: Student, studying online to be a Forensic Tech.
Accommodation: Benches, steps, awnings, bridges, etc.
Personality: Easily pissy, which even though it seems a bad thing, is actually better than it seems since when she is nice, she's about to tear someone to shreds. She doesn't trust people easily but once she learns she can, she's loyal to the end. She's good with receiving orders but sometimes takes her time with following through.
Other Attributes/Skills: Good with hand to hand combat since her foster brothers taught her to fight and guns, having been interested seeing police shootouts from the news on TV at electronic shops. That and her unwarranted social anxiety and fear of most strangers compelled her to buy a gun and take a few lessons. She knows the streets of wherever she lives at a time like the back of her hand.
History: Never really knew her parents since they died before she was old enough to remember them, and ever since, she's walked away from almost all foster homes found, since almost the very first house she was old enough to remember being in was just a horrid girl's home where she was the runt of the litter, the 'house weirdo' so to speak, though the one that seemed much better than most she'd stuck around long enough to make friends with her three rowdy foster brothers, learned all she could about self defense from them and get their contact information before moving on. Even though she was homeless every other time, she still saved up enough from part time jobs to go to primary schools both online and at Uni to learn what it took to become a Forensic Tech, which pays quite substantially more and gets her closer to being a police officer.
RP Example: Ivy sighs, kicking at the wheel of a random parked car, cursing as she walks away from her latest abandoned except, unfortunately, for when it had been torn down, leaving her yet again homeless, literally as well as figuratively. Lost in thought she doesn't even notice where she's walking or why she's going there. Ending up in the park once again, she shrugs, sitting at her usual bench and letting herself get lost in her mind. Returning to her conscious self hours later, Ivy frowns, realizing that there's something going on across the street, police cars everywhere, a salt-and-pepper haired D.I. shouting at his men to hurry and find some person named Sherlock, apparently who'd hurried after a culprit after being strictly told not to. Wandering over she waves to one of the seemingly lower hailed officers asking, "What's going on? Is this that case that's been on the news for months on end? The bank thieves that keep getting away even when the police had them red handed?"
OOC Name: Julie.
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