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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2019 11:46 pm
   
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
character name :: Olivier Roumanoff
nickname :: Ollie, V, Mother/Father, Lady/Lord Justice, Ma'am/Sir
rank :: Royal
age :: Forty-Seven
gender :: Female
face claim :: Balalaika, Black Lagoon
summary :: Strong, confident, and intelligent. Olivier was born in the lowest pits of society and gained influence through a combination of charisma and brutality. Up until she was chosen by Amari to be one of the super computer's new and improved android children, Olivier lived in a district of the slums as the governing force; some could say she was the only successful government to ever take hold in the forgotten bowels of society, though many have tried before. Now she lives a sickeningly cushy life in the royal's estate, but whether Amari knows and approves or not, Olivier is only there for one reason and one reason only.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2019 12:14 am
   thexxxᴇ s s ᴇ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ . . . ☾★
in thexxxᴍ ɪ ʀ ʀ ᴏ ʀ . . . ☾★
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ★ 5'11"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ★ 400 lbs
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ★ Blonde
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ★ Blue
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs ★ A beauty mark under her left eye. ★ Burn scars on her face, neck, chest, and legs.
a mysteriousxxxᴘ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ . . . ☾★
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2019 12:44 am
 thexxxᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ . . . ☾★
When meeting Olivier, people are quick to notice the almost suffocating air of authority she carries. She is a strong, confident, and fearless woman willing to do whatever it takes to complete a task to the best of her abilities. Olivier is intelligent and harbors a strong survivalist instinct as well as a frightening level of relentlessness. When the situation calls for it, Olivier can be merciless, her brutality knowing no bounds; she could write a horror mystery novel with all that she's done to ensure the safety and well-being of her territory.
However, socially, she is a rather upbeat and friendly woman who would rather make friends than enemies. Olivier is also flirtatious and so long as someone's of legal age, they're fair game to her....At least until they make it clear they're not interested. She is also, when triggered, surprisingly nurturing and maternal, shamelessly willing to offer guidance and wisdom to the younger generations even when they don't want to hear it, though she is also an advocate for tough love; she does not coddle or cater to the whims of the youth, nor does she believe in avoiding punishment for one's wrongdoings. No matter how protective she is, short of a person's life being at literal risk, actions have consequences and she makes it known running from those consequences is both fruitless and cowardly.
in thexxxʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ . . . ☾★
The slums, home of the lowest of the low in society. A deplorable place were morals are low and survival means doing whatever you must, no matter how bloody or degrading. This was the life Olivier was born into, the product of a single night between a random dealer and a common street worker. From a young age, she was expected to pull her weight; her mother had no time for a slacker of a child when she was busy with any random Tom, d**k, and Harry that came through her door and Olivier's father, whether to avoid responsibility or because he was killed and ditched in some obscure ditch somewhere, was never in the picture. Her survival as a child relied heavily on her mother's willingness to continue to house and provide for her, so Olivier put in 210% effort into whatever chore or errand her mother gave to her. She wanted Olivier to go make some money? Olivier would stand out in rain and snow offering any mundane service a child could offer. Tidy up and make the house presentable? Their run down little shack would be as spotless as a palace by the time Olivier was done with it.
Having a child, her mother realized, was a great benefit to her and Olivier received as much care as the woman could provide to keep her alive and around. Even going so far as to defend Olivier from her random Johns when the girl's femininity began to show. All in all, as far as childhood in the slums goes, Olivier's was easier than most. It taught her how valuable hard work and appealing to others was to one's own survival, and she has never forgotten. Regardless, Olivier hated her mother. Hated waking up in the middle of the night, every night, for seventeen years to the disgusting sounds of her mother's work. The first chance she got, Olivier ditched the woman while leaving her cash reserves as dry as a desert to move on to bigger and better things. Things she had set her sights on when she was only a child.
For a time, until her late twenties, Olivier survived by providing others with services. Dealers wanting her to rough up a buyer for skimping out on their pay, assassins needing information on their targets; so long as they paid, Olivier had the services people wanted. It worked well for her up until it suddenly didn't. At twenty-seven, a client refused to pay and as per her policy, she walked away with the sensitive information she had gathered for him. It wasn't the first time she had done that, but it was the first time it had come back to burn her. Literally. A few short weeks after the incident, the spited man hired a group of goons to beat the information out of her. They kept her tied and locked in their little dungeon for days, the torture they inflicted on her resulting in the scars on her body. When she did finally manage to escape, Olivier retreated into the metaphorical shadows of the slums.
She wouldn't reemerge for another five years at the prime age of thirty-two and when she did, Olivier's return was all but announced with neon lights. In the five years she had been hiding, she built up a devoted group of followers; men and women who, like her, were sick of how things were for their part of the city. Sick of the lawlessness that ate away at their fellow shadescales and made living an almost impossible thing to do. Upon their arrival from the shadows, Olivier and her followers - dubbed the Roumanoff Mafia - were quick to establish power in a small territory within the slums. Over the years, as the mafia grew, so did their territory and until she was chosen by Amari, Olivier ruled that territory with an iron fist, making and enforcing laws while doing away with those that opposed her. She was equal parts revered and despised; loved by the people she worked so hard to protect and hated by those she refused to cater to.
When Amari began seeking people to fill the roles of its elite androids, Olivier saw an opportunity. A chance to get what she really needed to better the lives of the shadescales: status. She never truly thought Amari would choose her, a member of the part of the city Targoviste all but forgot, but the computer did. Whatever potential it saw, Amari welcomed Olivier with open arms. She doesn't know if Amari is aware or not, nor does she care regardless, but the only reason Olivier is there is for her people. She'll play the part of the good little robot and carry out whatever obligations she has for Amari, but Olivier has her own agenda to fulfill. No matter how risky it could prove to be.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2019 2:22 am
tab tab ʟɪᴋᴇs
tab ★ Shadescales
tab ★ Cigars
tab ★ Knives
tab ★ Synth animals, particularly the wildlife models
tab ★ Power
tab tab ʟᴏᴠᴇs
tab ★ The Roumanoff Mafia
tab ★ Lullabies
tab ★ Child games
tab ★ Guns
tab tab ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
tab ★ Child labor
tab ★ Voluntary loss of loyalty
tab ★ Excuses
tab tab ʜᴀᴛᴇs
tab ★ Targoviste's caste system
tab ★ Worker androids
tab ★ Her mother
tab ★ Enforcing laws through brutality
a littlexxxᴅ ᴇ ᴇ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ . . . ☾★
tab tab ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs
tab ★ Olivier maintains her gun collection almost religiously, cleaning them despite having never used them since she became a royal.
tab tab ғᴇᴀʀs
tab ★ Failing the shadescales. For this reason, she fears Amari's power over her and wishes to not force the computer to exert it.
tab ★ Olivier loves them, but she gets uneasy around small children. Perhaps it's because she's left many orphaned before, directly or not.
tab tab sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs
tab ★ When she tells people she's divorced, what she really means is she killed her husband for being an unfaithful p***k. Killed his mistress, too.
tab ★ Olivier attended a small memorial for her mother about five years ago thrown by the few friends the woman had. She felt no regret or grief even though she wished she had.
tab tab ǫᴜɪʀᴋs
tab ★ She sings lullabies to herself when she's thinking and often doesn't realize she's doing it.
tab ★ Has a pretty annoying habit of making popping sounds with her lips when she's bored, even during conversation.
tab ★ Olivier is fine with people referring to her with either female or male pronouns. In fact, she genuinely supports and encourages it.
tab tab ᴇxᴛʀᴀ
tab ★ Olivier can't tell you why she hated her mother so much. The woman was never bad to her, and risked her own safety to protect her from perverts several times over, so her hate is largely uncalled for.
tab ★ During her brief marriage, Oliver did end up pregnant, but miscarried soon after she put an end to the affair her husband was having. Perhaps her maternal nature is a byproduct of never having mothered her own child.
tab ★ Olivier's obedience to Amari is caused by obligation, not loyalty, and she will fight others that say they're the same thing.
tab ★ She doesn't own any servants or pets, though she wouldn't mind having one or two just for the company.
the heartsxxxᴘ ʟ ᴀ ʏ ʟ ɪ s ᴛ . . . ☾★
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