mamama

19/M/6'1

First thing's first, if there's anything Ivory is good at it is making candles and baking cakes. His cakes and his candles are usually equally beautiful, but also, much to the chagrin of whoever dares eat his cakes, also equally bad tasting. Mostly because he discovered that candlewax makes really good cake decorations.
He's also recently taken up knitting. Meaning everyone gets a scarf or a hat or maybe, if he's feeling ambitious, a sweater, for christmas.

He's very thin, very tall, very pale and has long (dyed) black hair that always looks fabulous, or well. Almost always. Sometimes it's tousled and full of small globs of candlewax, but most often it's in a messy braid slung over one of his shoulders. It's not messy on purpose, he's just extremely bad at braiding, but that's really not a thing he'll ever admit so just play along and hope he doesn't set fire to your hair when you're not looking. Because he will do that.
His eyes are brown, mostly. They're sort of like speckled brown and green. Looks kind of like mossy wood or something like that, he sometimes wear red or yellow contacts to look cooler and more sinister but you know, can't do that all the time right. And his closet consists mainly of black and artistic looking coats. Although he likes to think of himself as some sort of prince of darkness character he mostly looks like a gothic broad with candlewax in her hair. It could be the makeup that does that though but you know, whatever. He's incredibly good at looking intimidating though. It's like an artform.

Either way. He thinks very highly of himself, even going as far as to occasionally using the Royal We when he's speaking, but since it requires extra thought he doesn't really do it other than when he's roleplaying his notorious DnD character who happens to be a spectacularly horrible prince of darkness character with a very bad attitude.
He's got a fiery temper and nowhere near enough muscle to back it up, so he usually exerts his vengeance with a concealed lighter or matchbox (or maybe even a candle if he's feeling feisty) aimed at whoever dared scorn him. Or more specifically the less fireproof parts of said person, namely hair or clothes. But his mom recently confiscated his lighter since she thought he was smoking so now he's left with only a few remaining matches... for shame.