Ivy looks just like any other Purrloin, though her fur is a slightly deeper shade than most, and her eyes are more of a sea-green than an emerald green. She occasionally carries a dark, dull grey bag with one long strap worn across the body that, to many, can look very worn and tattered.

Ivy is surprisingly carefree and happy for someone who's basically lived their entire life in the slums. She joyfully carries out her escapades and is very mischievous, loving to pull pranks on whoever's unlucky enough to cross her

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As far as Ivy knows, she was born in the slums, raised in the slums, and to this day lives in the slums. She has only the vaguest memory of her mother and was mainly raised by her father, who quickly taught her the basics of surviving. They were lucky enough to have a tiny home all to themselves, a huge rarity considering where they lived. She didn't know how her father afforded such a place but chalked it up to a good paying job. Her father would constantly go out, saying he had work to do, and leave her at home for most of the day. It was a surprisingly sheltered existence, and she quickly began getting bored. He would sometimes come home with a gift for her, apologizing for never letting her go outside, but also saying that it was too dangerous for her. These gifts varied but usually consisted of random little toys, food they didn't normally get, and her favorite by far, the shiny things. Something about the way they glinted in the sunlight made them quite fascinating to her, and the fact that it came from her dad made it all the better. Still, all the shinies in the world wouldn't have been able to keep her in that house forever. She started incessantly begging to join her father in his work, something he would always adamantly refuse. She was only nine at the time, so it made sense that he wouldn't want her to join, especially if his work turned out to be dangerous.