Delta Ivey

DELTA IVEY

BASIC INFORMATION

Alias: Mama-san
Player Name: Sporky
Faceclaim/Series: Quadriri - Original Art by Lansane
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 175cm / 5'9"
Weight: 68kg / 150lbs
Hair/Style: Light ginger / Long and free-flowing
Skin/Scars: Fair skin / Burn scar over right eye, on upper back, and upper
Eyes: Amber / Wide yet discerning
Notables: Notably possesses an extra pair of arms beneath what most have - naturally, this is due to her Quirk.

APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY

Appearance: Delta Ivey possesses a striking appearance, to say the very least. Her vibrant light ginger hair is long and free-flowing, with a color one might see in a sunset. Her amber eyes are similarly captivating - or rather, eye. Though there was a time when this was not the case, Delta currently only has one eye, the remnants of the other visible only in the burn scar that extends almost up to her right ear. Though, this is not the only decidedly unnatural part of her appearance.

Outside of her abnormalities, Delta possesses some refined features that make her conventionally attractive in a number of ways. Strong facial features give an air of maturity and class to the woman, as does her well-developed body that is sure to add to her appeal. Though Delta isn't by any means toned, she is at least fit enough to possess a healthy physique, one that shows a dedication to looking well. Her attire supports this endeavor, favoring elegant and well-crafted clothing that gives a certain foreign exoticism to her appeal. When on the job, she dons a garb inspired by late-Victorian fashion, with gloves and a small cape that make her seem as powerful and handsome as she does noble and feminine.

There is, however, another notably atypical part of Delta's appearance, outside of her scarred eye. That is, Delta - unlike most people - has a total of four arms. An extra pair lay beneath her regular appendages, ones that she makes little effort to hide away. Her effort in making them seem normal gives her quite a strange and oddly enticing appearance.

POSITIVE
✔ Perceptive
✔ Charismatic
✔ Affable
✔ Curious 

NEGATIVE
✖ Superstitious
✖ Self-Indulgent
✖ Gossipy
✖ Insensitive

LIKES
✔ The Number '4'
✔ Whiskey
✔ Gossip
✔ A Lively Atmosphere

DISLIKES
✖ The Numbers '3' and '5'
✖ Solitude
✖ Quiet
✖ Fire

Personality:

Delta Ivey is a woman with a great deal of 'connection' to the flow of the world around her. Life has its patterns and its oddities, all of which catch her fancy and fascination. To seek out these facets and study them is one of her most enjoyable practices, so it's only natural she'd develop and interest in the most common holders of the world's abnormalities: Humans. A highly perceptive woman, Delta places much of her effort into being able to socialize and learn about other people, showing a deep interest in their minds and abilities and lives. Perhaps too deep an interest, one that does not consider such things as privacy and restraint.

She is not uncaring, per se, but rather ignorant to how some people need to close themselves off. Her intrusions are usually overshadowed by her well-developed charisma, but they are nonetheless cause for conflict much of the time. Despite her approachable nature, she isn't one you should tell a secret. Her gossipy and insensitive moments peel back the veneer of her outer shell, taking away the mask of someone who is highly skilled and experienced in social interactions and revealing the unresolved insecurities and traumas that have been hidden by a trained mind.

Despite all her outward confidence and desire to create connections, Delta has a very difficult time with the possibility of losing those connections. Delta is obsessed with keeping her connections, obsessed with not being alone. It is not so much the fear of losing people that pains her, but the fear of having no one. Loneliness and solitude, stillness and quiet, all things that she despises, all things that are addressed with a healthy does of eccentric behavior and an active search for a lively environment.

Delta has no troubles indulging in pleasure and noise, in vibrancy and lightheartedness. It's the ultimate distraction, it's the ultimate battle against solitude. To make a place where people call home, to know someone will always know your name, that is her most selfish goal. Not to say she isn't capable of creating positivity in such environments, that draws others in to her approachable and charismatic demeanor. This search and her carelessness with it creates conflict, however, given her indulgences. Though Delta is perfectly capable of keeping order and planning intact if she wishes, the desire to do otherwise can ruin those plans. She may be adept at building towers, but it just takes one bad impulse and no one to stop her to knock it down.

It isn't just people that Delta clings to, but also belief, in a rather... Peculiar manner. Numbers have power, order, consistency, safety, and reliability. Why the number '4', though? Simply because it is as worth believing in as any other number. So why not choose the one that defines who she is on the outside? This is only her inner reasons, however, and externally, she could explain in great detail the belief in this perfect number...

HISTORY

It was the greatest sin he'd ever committed.

For Bishop Laurentius Sanburou Tanaka of the Diocese of Saitama, his secret affair with a British foreign national caused a great deal of strife. He begged God for forgiveness for his love, for his sins, but God made his wrath clear. What better way to display the bishop's wrongdoings, than by giving him an abomination for a child? This was exactly how the Bishop interpreted the birth of his daughter, an offense to God, a Quirker. A freak of four arms. Seeing this sign from the Lord, Laurentius saw now option but to abandon his lover and child, to deem them utterly wrong and make clear that they could not dare to return to him.

So it was that one Primula Ivey was left alone with the detestable child that had driven away the man she loved. So it was, that Delta Ivey came into a world without love.

In the city of Saitama was where Delta spent her earliest days. Growing up as nothing more than a burden on her scorned mother, without love and without light. It was a cold place, it was a desolate place, but Delta sincerely tried her best. Her mother's friends would tell her that Primula wasn't always this way, she was just in a bad spot. What else could they tell the young girl? The truth? That her mother hated her, despised her very existence, and hated herself for continuing to tolerate the abomination against God that had driven her from Laurentius.

Delta didn't know love. Yet she tried. Really did. With each love she showed toward her mother, more hatred came her way. It started verbally. Though words didn't carry as much weight to the young girl who barely understood them. It was when the physical side of it started that Delta's struggles worsened. All she wanted was to create a home, like the ones she saw on the TV, ones full of love and warmth... The coldness of those walls was just not something she could comprehend. Nor the heat that awaited her.

Primula could only take so much of the daughter she called an abomination, before her purpose became as clear as Laurentius'. She had to burn away the devil that he'd turned his back on, then he might look her way again.

It came to her one night, and Primula finally broke. Armed with a makeshift firey torch, Primula attacked her own daughter, who could only scream and run, trying her hardest to evade her mother's wrath as their apartment went up in flames. Delta was burned, again and again, while her mother screamed words she wouldn't understand til she was older. Scorched by zealotry in no less than 5 distinct scars, Delta managed to flee, scarred and barely alive. Her mother, however... Ended coming to another conclusion.

If the four-armed freak was an abomination, that which had birthed her was just as wrought with sin. Primula burned in the flames, the flames of a home that was never home.

Delta learned at the age of 7 that there was to be no love in this world for her. After recovering from her injuries, she was naturally placed into an orphanage. Her mother's family had none that would take her, having cut ties with Primula long ago. Delta had hoped, briefly, that this new home might be different from her last. It might give her something of her own, things that she could hold onto, that would give her warmth and light.

Saint Marta's Orphanage quickly dispelled such foolish hopes.

The owner, the other orphans, the place itself, all flooded her life with yet more cruelty. For the next years of her life, for the remaining years of her childhood, Delta learned that the cold was all she had, and she hated it. Delving into any escape she could, books and belief became her only safety in the world. The girl even started to understand her mother, who fled to her beliefs for some kind of respite for the coldness around her. This... Was how Delta began to from her own beliefs.

With it, came superstition and escapism, that only made the void in her wider. Yet, it was shallow as ever, like a wound across her core. Everything she read and saw indicated what supposedly did exist, and Delta wanted more of this as she grew older, yet never did she get it. Only cruelties came her way, only neglect, and coldness. Delta didn't actually mind the bullying she received so much, even when they brought out the lighters. Even this... Was better than the silence. The cold. The nothingness. Even this was attention, even this wasn't solitude.

It wasn't living either.

Delta Ivey didn't first taste real 'life' until she was retrieved from the orphanage at the age of seventeen.

His name was Shirou Watanabe, a former holy man, one who'd lost his faith along the way... A man who knew her father's secret. A man who regretted helping to keep it. Or so he claimed. Delta believed him wholeheartedly, however, and went into his care. Her reason his simple. His name was Shirou. It meant fourth son.

The shell of a girl that was Delta Ivey would come to learn that Shirou Watanabe was a man wracked with guilt by his status as an accomplice, but one that found his refuge in the simple act of... Living. He owned a certain establishment in Kabukicho now, a bar, that he promised to show Delta. He promised to show many things to her, an accumulation of things that she found immediate fascination, things she'd only read about in books before, things one might summate as 'life'.

It was enough to get drunk on.

The first time she saw the bar, it was like a whole new light. The noise, the people, the vibrancy! It was life in motion, everything she'd seen on TV. This was when Delta first became accustomed to the 'life' she'd longed for, when she first got the taste of the talk and the people and the patterns that she'd read of. Being deprived of it for so long, it wasn't hard for Delta to be intoxicated by it all.

For the next ten years, she'd grow used to this life, this shallow indulgence that she fell into so readily. Shirou taught her how to run the place alongside him, how to deal with people... Things Delta ever only learned at the surface, only how to speak and to know and to gossip, never to understand. Such things weren't nearly as fascinating to her, they were too... Close. They threatened to bring pain, and Delta had experienced more than enough pain. She knew home now, and she was going to stagger through it and her life drunkenly if she could.

Later in her twenties, when she was practically running the bar more than Shirou himself, her guardian became very ill. He passed away, and for a time, the bar closed. Delta was distraught, her stupor broken by the idea that she had lost something. The idea that the void of having nothing was another inch closer to her. It wouldn't happen again, not while there was yet more life, yet many more lives to indulge in!

Which brought her to the present. The Fourth Corner, and it's grand reopening!

This home of hers, the hearth would burn brightly once again.