philips, ivan james

[ivan philips]

IVANJAMESPHILIPS

we wanna drink, we wanna fight, we want it all night.

` THECURTAINSRISING
i’m forgetting where i’ve been !

name ,

Ivan James Philips.

nicknames ,

thrifty.

age and year ,

seventeen. junior.

sexual preference ,

straighter than your mom was last night when she was riding my--nevermind.

birthday ,

june second, bizzitch.

species ,

demon, sadly. (second demon on winterthorne EVAR. =D)

occupation ,

winterthorne's resident drunk.

magyck ,

enhanced senses including sigh, smell, hearing.
enhanced speed and reflexes
can sprout claws at will. they carry in length.

` MYBREATHFOGGEDUPTHEGLASS
so i drew a new face and laughed !

eyes ,

blue-ish-green-ish-gray-ish.

hair ,

brown and boring. fashioned into a mohawk-thing, of course. it was a shorter, wider mohawk-thing at one point, but since then it's grown in some and just looks a mess. a hot mess. he likes his mess.

body type,

pale, freckled, tall and rather skinny (but still right fit), ivan's probably more attractive than he gives himself credit for. of course, he usually looks years younger than 18--like serioiusly, someone that has barely hit puberty. facially, at least.

distinguishing features ,

There's the 'every day of my life' on his ribs, and the 'April, May, June', strewn across a sternum all boney and skeletal.

best feature ,

cheeky monkey. gotta love that adorable smile.

face claim ,

cole mohr.

` LITTLEDEATHSINMUSICALBEDS
so it sees i’m someone i’ve never met !

likes ,

drinking. being drunk. doing whatever. pot. sleeping. making people look bad. cartwheels (even though he's never successful). thrift store bargains. laughing and being merry.

dislikes ,

heavy drugs. hangovers. going to class. generally, most people. reading. homework. other demons. girls (despite being straight).

strengths ,

being totally presh. smart as a whip. good on his feet when drunk. not afraid of public speaking. highly opinionated. great in bed.

weaknesses ,

alcohol. the all mighty hangover. usually drunk. highly opinionated.

fears ,

admitting to being an alcoholic.

quirks ,

adorable, sarcastic and cheeky. blurts out any and all thoughts in his head. makes movie and comic book references out the wazoo.

secrets ,

His mother's dead and he doesn't give two shits. Knows he's an alcoholic but would never admit it.

personality ,

Yeah, loud and rambunctious, yeah. Whatever man, whatever. He does it because he doesn't give a rat's white ass when anyone really thinks. He hates being a punk--hell, he'd hate whatever anyone labeled him ass, because he hates the boring generalization. That and that whole people assuming they know him thing. He could care less about how high he got on the social latter. But hey, he's stuck like that.Rebellious, irritable, quirky, sarcastic, and incredibly opinionated, Ivan is never afraid of saying what he thinks. Be it out loud, on paper, or in slurs screamed right in someones face. He's incredibly easy to annoy, and pretty much impossible to insult. Not to mention, apathetic. He doesn't care how he looks, and he sure as hell doesn't care what you think.
But then, you might say he's a little naive. And gullible. Ever hear of that trick where you point directly at the sun and say, “hey look, there’s a bird chasing a butterfly?” Well, if you have then you know that it’s a stupid thing to fall for, you and wind up looking right into the sun. Retinas burning, teary eyes, the whole deal. Ivan was the idiot kid that almost always fell for it. He was the idiot kid that always seemed to do stupid things, despite knowing better. Why? Because it was fun.
But he's not all shits and giggles. Oh no. He's apathy and bitterness, too. At least, sort of. There are a lot of things he doesn't care about, and a lot more things that he doesn't like. No, he never hides his opinions. Okay, well, sometimes, but I wouldn't count on it.
There is, however, another side completely. Just please, keep it on the down low. Please? He's a sweet boy, really, he just doesn't often show it. Not to mention smart as a whip (not like you can understand a damn thing he says with that stupid accent). He just doesn't bother to put the energy into it.

`I’MNOTCRAZYI’MJUSTALITTLEUNWELL
i know, right now you can’t tell !

favorite cereal?

ew.

deal or no deal?

deal! fuck. bad idea.

opinion on pink, fuzzy handcuffs?

...no.

if confronted by the living dead, what would you do?

make a million references to zombie movies.

` WORDSOFWISDOMFORTHEWEARY
see who gets it in the end !

family ,

James Philips: 50/father: Office worker.
Sarah Goodenough-Philips: 47/mother: Deceased.
Tanya Philips: 43/stepmother: Bitch.
Edgar Philips: 15/stepbrother: Obnoxious.

pets ,

he's about as nurturing as a desert.

best memory ,

any time with the boys back home. those good times with the spliff and alcohol.

worst memory ,

his fathers wedding.

history ,

To start us off, how about a low note? Sarah, his mother, died when he was two. Just so we are absolutely clear, don't expect any sort of sob story about it, please. In Ivan's eyes, he doesn't see why he should miss something he never really had. The rest is a completely different matter though.
Born and raised in England (Bristol to be more specific), Ivan lived the average life of a kid in that area. Yes. Getting drunk at about twelve. There were girls his age offering to give nineteen year olds "one." Assume what that means. You're correct. Moving on.
Why his father decided to go and marry a human was beyond him. No goddamn clue. And how his father though he could hide the fact that they were demons was an even bigger mystery to him. But she wasn't what you'd call stupid, believe it or not. Once more, another mystery. He didn't know how, and he didn't really care, but the woman had found out. And she wasn't too happy about it, as you would imagine.
And what did she do? Why, she sent little Ivan to Winterthorne at the age of fifteen. Apparently, she didn't want a boy who was a recluse and a demon around her son (who was eleven at the time), but she didn't seem to mind his father. It was bullocks. Still, he'd never liked her much, and he certainly hated his brat of a step brother, so he was relatively happy to attend his first year of high school at Winterthorne.

` WE’RETHEPARTYYOU’RETHEPEOPLE
let’s make this night a classic !

codename ,

red. :3

agent number ,

seventeeeen.

mission time ,

eighttt.

directive ,[/i]

NO SAV, NO.

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