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At heart she was wild - a gypsy, a wanderer; one who never settled in one singular place for too long.  She eased her way into even the most hardened hearts and then whisked herself away just as quickly as she'd come.

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Ivy Tremaine grew up in Hogshead.  There was nothing glamorous or noteworthy about her childhood.  In fact, her existence was something of a scandal given that she never had a chance to know her father, for how can a woman who makes her way by selling pounds of flesh in exchange for coin ever truly know who it was that had sired her bastard spawn?

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A young woman of approximately twenty years of age, Ivy was a free spirit who appreciated a sturdy pair of leather boots, her fair share of liquor, and long nights spent beneath the stars.  The bronze hue of her supple skin gave the impression that she was no stranger to lengthy hours laboring under the beating sun, and her hardy nature only seemed to reinforce the idea that she was, by all means, one with the land.

Big, brown eyes and pouty, flesh colored lips might've given her something of a feminine look.  Her hair, although rather healthy looking, was often an untamed mane of tangles which she seemed to lose little sleep over.  Clothing dyed in earth tones suited her, and she was almost always well equipped with rations, bandages, and plenty of water skins as though she were prepared for any inconvenient situation.

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Ivy boasted what many would consider to be a stunning physique.  Her arms were covered in a layer of lean muscle, and her thick, shapely legs appeared to be quite sturdy.  Wide hips, a tiny, tapered waistline, and modest sized breasts gave her a pronounced hourglass figure.  

Although she often found herself smudged with mud or scratched with streaks of dried blood upon her skin she appeared to be, for the most part, well cared for, and favored good hygiene that left her skin and hair smelling of pine and lavender.  

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A thin cut upon the right side of her face had scarred nicely to match other blemishes upon her person.  

From time to time Ivy could be seen accompanied by a hound with white, shaggy fur.  The animal appeared to be quite tame, and listened obediently to any commands it was given by his master.

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