Characters
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Ivy Wright
- Gender:
- Male
- Age:
- 15
[i]As well as being named like a girl, I apparently also look a bit like a girl. My fault, I guess. I’m too shy of others to go and get my hair cut at a salon, and I don’t trust my mother with scissors. My sister could cut my hair, I suppose. She certainly is smart enough. But, anyway, at this moment it is longish and light brown, just tickling my shoulders and nothing like my mother or father’s. I kid that I’m not related to them a lot. My mother is a bottled redhead, liking her naturally dirty blonde locks to mach her fire-engine lipstick. My Dad’s hair changes colour a lot, usually when he’s bored. It was blonde last month. Now it’s back to his well-worn auburn brown. The colour may change a lot on my Dad’s head, but it nearly always stays in the same crested shape.... My eyes are large, round and blue, slightly popping out from my blank face. Below that, my nose is large and hawkish. These are probably the only attributes I inherited from my father when he drunkenly clashed DNA with my mother. My lips are just… there. They don’t really have any distinguishing features (ha. A pun). My stature is tall. Already I am taller then my Dad, not that that’s much of an accomplishment. He jokes about it all the time, though, on the rare occasion that he’s home. With clothes, I find it best to stay simple with worn (but clean) jeans and a plain t-shirt of any shade. Logos make me feel like I am advertising something I have no care for. I feel wafer-thin and board-like, waiting for someone to graffiti me with his or her snide remarks.