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- Gaian Name: Snake Eyes N Sissies.
Name: Oliviette Annabelle Olliers, or just Olive.
Age: Looks to be 18 to 22. [[ Actually 200 ]]
Sex: Female.
Race: Lycan.
Brotherhood Rank: Brotherhood Elite.
Special Abilities: Oliviette was involved in a wide variety of gymnastics as a child and teenager, making her extremely flexible, acrobatic, and adding a graceful skip to her step, which a lot of people notice, seeing as she always places one foot in front of the other when walking, like a ballerina would when performing. Her balance only gives her more of an edge in battle and in the fighting arts, which she prefers over using weapons, seeing as she knows at one point in time, there were no weapons used, only bare fists and feet, and being that she know lived off of primal instincts, why not fight like primal people?
Personality: Oliviette has been known for getting into fights, either physically or verbally, though it's not her fault, they all had it coming to them sooner or later, she just choose to do it sooner rather than later. She will not tolerate someone speaking foully or threatening her friends and family, she just won't tolerate that kind of stuff. She does not take insults as a joke from a complete stranger, whether they are aimed towards her or someone else, putting people down for your own satisfaction is wrong and is the weak thing to do, she will seriously punch some sense into you, so well, expect a punch in the face, if you do any of the precluding things ... that is, unless you were just joking around or having a laugh, then it would mean absolutely nothing to her, but if you were doing it out of pure meanness, she will seriously beat your face in just for the fact that you did it. She is not short fused, it takes a lot to get her all red faced and angry. But be careful, once you push her over the edge, she will seriously blow up on anyone and everyone that is in her way, She's like a bull in a china shop: she won't leave until every piece of glass is broken. But all of this is a mask of her true personality, so don't let it fool you, she's more than meets the eye, you just have to get past the tough exterior first.
Bio: During Germany's cold night of December 20th, 1808, 200 years ago to the day, her fifteen year old mother and twenty five old father, a pairing that was quite normal in that time, got the first glimpse of their children as they gingerly removed the blankets that clothed their small bodies. A set of identical twins, Oliviette Annabelle Olliers, and her brother, Oldrich Matthew Olliers, who was born five minutes earlier. They were born into a family that was of the high class variety, a pair of parents would spoil their children with jewelery, fancy dresses, and mid morning tea parties, all of which she hated very much, she'd rather explore the forests that surrounded their large bit of property, catch frogs with her bare hands, and bring them home to use in her schemes to scare her older sisters. She would rather run around in her skivvies than have to wear those accursed corsets that restricted her lungs, keeping her from breathing, in her family she had always been the tomboy, disobeying her parents' orders, and running off to god knows where when her mother told her to be elsewhere, but her parents tolerated it because that was when she didn't know any better. Her rebelling calmed down when she reached the age of twelve, after her partner in crime, her twin brother, was sent off to a boarding school with the rest of her male siblings. As a preteen, her mother began to teach her how to be a proper women, to keep quite and quaint, do the housework, tend to the children, and making sure there was food on the table by the time her father arrived home every evening, it became an everyday chore for her to be the woman around the house. Having her freedom taken away and she was stuck inside the house for the next few years.
At the age of eighteen, her mother was arranging a marriage between Olive and the rich son of a governor, though she had met the man she was to marry three or four times during her early teenage years she had no attraction to him, he was handsome, yes, but the man was outrageously sexist, there was no way that she was going to sit there for the rest of her life and take him talking down to her like that, she had too much pride. Even out of love for her family and knowing how this marriage would benefit them, she couldn't go through with it. One night, she packed up all of her things and snuck out out of the house in the dead of night, she went into town to gather supplies for the long journey ahead, or that was what she had intended, not even an hour after leaving town, she was attacked and turned on an empty dirt road. The man who turned her nursed her through the first few weeks, when the hunger pains came and went, and the uncontrollable phasing happened, but after she got over the shaky start of Lycanthropy, he introduced her to the local pack, this was going to be her family now, they took her in with open arms and taught her everything she knows. Even if she wasn't pure blooded, steadily over the years her rank in the pack grew higher and higher. The man who turned her, who she later knew to be called Alban, was a good few centuries older than herself, he became her most trusted friend and soon enough ... her lover, but recently he was killed by a Vampire, which only fueled the fires of her hate towards them. Now with her heart broken, the only thing that keeps her going, other than to exact her revenge upon those leeches, would be her pack who have been coaxing her through the loss of her mate.
Appearance: Oliviette stands at a height of five feet and eight inches, and weighs about one hundred and twenty five pounds. Though she was turned at the young age of eighteen, she has a woman's body, an hour glass figure, with small but generous curves that compliment her body in all the right places, and those long legs that make up most of her height. Her hair is a deep brown color, that falls down just a few inches below her shoulder blades in soft curls, if left untouched when she wakes up in the mornings. Her skin is lightly tanned and soft to the touch, due to how religiously she applies moisturizer on a day to day basis. She has a few striking facial features; high cheek bones, a slightly larger lower lip that gives her an innocent pouting expression, a small pointed nose, and a pair of honey brown eyes, framed by thick black lashes.
Weapons: A pair of desert eagles, that's bullets are coated in holy water, though it doesn't do much damage, it does, however, cause the vampires to writhe in pain for awhile, which is quite enjoyable to watch, especially for her. Once the bullets run out though, she uses her body, all of it, this includes her feminine charms to lure those Vampires and traitorous Lycans out.
Other: She is aware of her partner's unfaithfulness in the past, a recent reminder being a pregnant human that the Lycans take care of, seeing as the child she carries is also a Lycan, and you don't come across pure bloods that often, because most of them don't have time to breed, instead they're off fighting the Vampires in this endless war. Though she doesn't hate the girl that's pregnant with her deceased lover's child, and doesn't blame her in the least for the pain that she's feeling, she blames Alban and that just makes the heartbreak even more unbearable.
