Post by butterfly on Jun 20, 2009 11:49:52 GMT -5
Aly got carried away… again. If you get the red and blue reference at the end, you get a batch of cookies and a gold star on your forehead.
Name: Olivia Diamond
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing around 5’3’’ and a half, 5’4’’ on a good day, Olivia isn’t a very intimidating presence. Her hazel eyes are gentle and her flaxen blond hair never goes much below shoulder length. Her clothing is mostly casual and simple, never standing out that much, but when she dressed up in the past, she turned a few heads. Her frame is rather petite, though she’s a bit tougher than she looks. Her father notes that her smile is one of the only things that will brighten his day.
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Personality: Olivia has never been the most outgoing girl—she was always the girl in the corner of the room who only spoke when she needed to. Needless to say, she was rather shy and reserved, almost always guarded. Though, being shy, timid and almost always alone had its perks—she grew to be very observant to details and other little things. This helped her drawing hobby greatly, but her ability to be vigilant wasn’t limited to the physical.
Because of the difficulties she’s had to face in her life, Olivia fell into a pit for a while and it was difficult for her to be happy. That’s not to say she’s never happy, since she often finds herself at her best in her drawings and art. She’s actually quite the optimist, knowing things will get better sooner or later. She’s louder at home and not in school, showing more of a funny side as she jokes with her father and younger step-brother—a more playful side emerges as well. She tries to push away all bad feelings and avoid them at almost all costs.
Biography: Olivia has lived in Los Angeles all of her life, letting her get used to the smog and the constant sun. Most of her life was rather easy, living a rather humble life with her two loving parents—her father was a mechanic while her mother was a teacher. She grew quite accustomed to a sketch pad at a young age, always liking to draw things. Her mother always made sure she had enough art supplies to feed her daughter’s love of art, sending her to a program to help her improve and becoming a lot closer to her through it. At the age of sixteen, her mother gave her a digital camera to help further with that—the first picture taken was one of the last seen of her mother and one of Olivia’s best paintings.
Olivia was a straight B student, not straying from that much except for her exceedingly high marks in the arts. She was never a big musician, attempting flute for one or two years before dropping it. Her teachers had to sometimes take away her sketch pad to get her to pay attention; especially in science class. She was always quiet and well-behaved, as teachers described her, though she was slightly more talkative in freshmen and sophomore year than junior and senior.
A few months after she turned sixteen, her life changed for the worse when her mother contracted leukemia. Despite her giving her mother some of her bone marrow, it wasn’t enough—the leukemia had reached an unpleasant stage and the treatment couldn’t do much. “If only we caught it sooner… we might have been able to save her…”. Her mother died in a hospital after the long battle with the disease, startling everyone. Olivia changed rapidly after that, becoming a lot more timid and shy with a difficulty of finding happiness. Her father, while strongly affected as well, ended up remarrying to another woman a couple of years later. Olivia knew he was avoiding his feelings, especially when they had a son together.
Because of her artistic abilities, she was able to get into the California Polytechnic State University on a scholarship. She enjoyed it a bit, liking the art classes she took and the professors that seemed really proud of her work. She attended there for three years before SPECTER found her.
How they were recruited:
The scene was serene and solemn, typically how this area of the campus was during the afternoon—she always liked the area near the library. After finishing her morning class, Olivia took her canvas with her to this particular spot. The trees looked nice in the sunlight of this hour; same with the grass and sky. She just wished she could see the changing leaf colors that the Northeastern United States was famous for—it would look even better then. It would be a beautiful piece of artwork, even including the occasional person walking around to get to their next class—she concluded in her head that most of them had brown hair.
She only started sketching when she noticed two shadows over her shoulder. She turned around slowly, whimpering at the sight of two men in expensive-looking suits—she noted that they were most likely Italian suits by the design and looks of the texture. She cowered a bit, daring to look up at their eyes—it didn’t help much to find out they had large-rimmed sunglasses on.
“W-what do you want?” she asked timidly, “My pieces aren’t for sale if that’s what you’re--”
“That’s not what we’re here for Ms. Diamond,” one of them interrupted matter-of-factly—he was slightly taller than the other one and his suit a slightly different shade of gray. He also had strong arms, for he was capable of taking one of Olivia’s arms and pulling her away from her canvas. She resisted slightly, unsure at what was going on.
“We need you to come with us,” the other told her—his voice was almost the same range of baritone as the other man’s. “We’ve selected you to become an Animorph for classified reasons. We need you to come with us—your disappearance will be described as a tragic death so you will not be tracked…”
Her mind took in those words alone, becoming almost paralyzed at the thought of them. No… she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let her father lose the only connection he had to his late wife, the only thing that kept him relatively in check. She was the one who took care of him for so long—she couldn’t just leave. She snaked her arm out of the other man’s grip, rapidly shaking her head back and forth frantically.
“No, I can’t!” she nearly yelled, her voice not quite loud enough for that, “I can’t go with you. I can’t leave him—he needs me.”
“Rest assured, your father will be fine,” the first man said. She looked to him in her state of fright and shook her head at him.
“You’re lying!” A couple of tears betrayed her as she shook her head once more. “You don’t know that! He needs me!”
“He’ll be fine without you,” the second told her, his voice almost eerily calm. That tone alone made her think twice about this—would her father really be all right? He did have a son to quite nearly replace her, his new wife keeping him distracted from those feelings of grief that he liked to run from so much. Did he really not need her…?
Yes, he did.
“No!” she shouted, backing away from them. They started to advance on her, causing her to whimper with widened eyes. They couldn’t take her away; they just couldn’t. Though, if they used force, she wouldn’t stand a chance—this didn’t look good.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” a new voice asked. Before she knew it, a tall guy slid in front of her and the two gentlemen.
“This is none of your concern,” the slightly taller one said, using the bit of height he had over this guy to stand over him.
“Well if it’s none of my concern, then I’m sure it’s none of hers either,” he said, gesturing to her, “No need to scare the young lady. Just go back to wherever you came from and leave this place.”
Who the heck was this guy? Olivia couldn’t help but be thankful for his presence at the moment—it gave her a bit of relief. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to show off… wait, what would he have to show off about, and to whom? There was no one around but her and these two frightening gentlemen.
The three men exchanged a few more words, the two men in Italian suits becoming gradually interested in what he had to say. After a few minutes, the new gentleman in casual clothing turned around to face her, the other two looking expectant. He asked for her name, which she mumbled back to him. What was going on?
“These two gentlemen have informed me that if you do not cooperate, they will take your dad away,” he told her, his tone showing he wasn’t particularly pleased at telling her that. She shivered at the thought, biting her lip slightly. “That being said, I can pretty much guess your decision. So, if you’d like, I’ll accompany you to wherever they’re taking you.” He then leaned closer to her, starling her slightly as he whispered, “Two have a better chance than one.”
This decision wasn’t easy for her to make—could she just trust this suave gentleman that just entered the scene? She didn’t like the thought of being protected like this, seeing as she never needed it before. But, she supposed, this was the one time where she could be the damsel—just this once. She nodded her head reluctantly to this, looking down at the ground as she heard thunder in the distance.
“Okay,” she muttered. The two gentlemen nodded their heads, beckoning them to follow her. It started to rain after they had walked a considerable distance, red and blue paint falling first on the grass and creating a stream together.
Preferred Job: Animal Rescue. “I want to be able to rescue those that can be rescued.”
First morph: Pipevine Swallowtail—Olivia acquired this on the job while searching with a team for an injured buzzard. It was hard to catch, seeing as it liked to flutter everywhere—she nearly didn’t catch it. Though, it finally slowed down and she managed to acquire it. This morph symbolizes her fragility and timidity, and later will symbolize the strength she needs to get to make it through any obstacle.
Random tidbit: I had the blue paint resemble Andalite blood while the red is human blood... I have too much time on my hands without college.
Name: Olivia Diamond
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing around 5’3’’ and a half, 5’4’’ on a good day, Olivia isn’t a very intimidating presence. Her hazel eyes are gentle and her flaxen blond hair never goes much below shoulder length. Her clothing is mostly casual and simple, never standing out that much, but when she dressed up in the past, she turned a few heads. Her frame is rather petite, though she’s a bit tougher than she looks. Her father notes that her smile is one of the only things that will brighten his day.
Picture
Personality: Olivia has never been the most outgoing girl—she was always the girl in the corner of the room who only spoke when she needed to. Needless to say, she was rather shy and reserved, almost always guarded. Though, being shy, timid and almost always alone had its perks—she grew to be very observant to details and other little things. This helped her drawing hobby greatly, but her ability to be vigilant wasn’t limited to the physical.
Because of the difficulties she’s had to face in her life, Olivia fell into a pit for a while and it was difficult for her to be happy. That’s not to say she’s never happy, since she often finds herself at her best in her drawings and art. She’s actually quite the optimist, knowing things will get better sooner or later. She’s louder at home and not in school, showing more of a funny side as she jokes with her father and younger step-brother—a more playful side emerges as well. She tries to push away all bad feelings and avoid them at almost all costs.
Biography: Olivia has lived in Los Angeles all of her life, letting her get used to the smog and the constant sun. Most of her life was rather easy, living a rather humble life with her two loving parents—her father was a mechanic while her mother was a teacher. She grew quite accustomed to a sketch pad at a young age, always liking to draw things. Her mother always made sure she had enough art supplies to feed her daughter’s love of art, sending her to a program to help her improve and becoming a lot closer to her through it. At the age of sixteen, her mother gave her a digital camera to help further with that—the first picture taken was one of the last seen of her mother and one of Olivia’s best paintings.
Olivia was a straight B student, not straying from that much except for her exceedingly high marks in the arts. She was never a big musician, attempting flute for one or two years before dropping it. Her teachers had to sometimes take away her sketch pad to get her to pay attention; especially in science class. She was always quiet and well-behaved, as teachers described her, though she was slightly more talkative in freshmen and sophomore year than junior and senior.
A few months after she turned sixteen, her life changed for the worse when her mother contracted leukemia. Despite her giving her mother some of her bone marrow, it wasn’t enough—the leukemia had reached an unpleasant stage and the treatment couldn’t do much. “If only we caught it sooner… we might have been able to save her…”. Her mother died in a hospital after the long battle with the disease, startling everyone. Olivia changed rapidly after that, becoming a lot more timid and shy with a difficulty of finding happiness. Her father, while strongly affected as well, ended up remarrying to another woman a couple of years later. Olivia knew he was avoiding his feelings, especially when they had a son together.
Because of her artistic abilities, she was able to get into the California Polytechnic State University on a scholarship. She enjoyed it a bit, liking the art classes she took and the professors that seemed really proud of her work. She attended there for three years before SPECTER found her.
How they were recruited:
The scene was serene and solemn, typically how this area of the campus was during the afternoon—she always liked the area near the library. After finishing her morning class, Olivia took her canvas with her to this particular spot. The trees looked nice in the sunlight of this hour; same with the grass and sky. She just wished she could see the changing leaf colors that the Northeastern United States was famous for—it would look even better then. It would be a beautiful piece of artwork, even including the occasional person walking around to get to their next class—she concluded in her head that most of them had brown hair.
She only started sketching when she noticed two shadows over her shoulder. She turned around slowly, whimpering at the sight of two men in expensive-looking suits—she noted that they were most likely Italian suits by the design and looks of the texture. She cowered a bit, daring to look up at their eyes—it didn’t help much to find out they had large-rimmed sunglasses on.
“W-what do you want?” she asked timidly, “My pieces aren’t for sale if that’s what you’re--”
“That’s not what we’re here for Ms. Diamond,” one of them interrupted matter-of-factly—he was slightly taller than the other one and his suit a slightly different shade of gray. He also had strong arms, for he was capable of taking one of Olivia’s arms and pulling her away from her canvas. She resisted slightly, unsure at what was going on.
“We need you to come with us,” the other told her—his voice was almost the same range of baritone as the other man’s. “We’ve selected you to become an Animorph for classified reasons. We need you to come with us—your disappearance will be described as a tragic death so you will not be tracked…”
Her mind took in those words alone, becoming almost paralyzed at the thought of them. No… she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let her father lose the only connection he had to his late wife, the only thing that kept him relatively in check. She was the one who took care of him for so long—she couldn’t just leave. She snaked her arm out of the other man’s grip, rapidly shaking her head back and forth frantically.
“No, I can’t!” she nearly yelled, her voice not quite loud enough for that, “I can’t go with you. I can’t leave him—he needs me.”
“Rest assured, your father will be fine,” the first man said. She looked to him in her state of fright and shook her head at him.
“You’re lying!” A couple of tears betrayed her as she shook her head once more. “You don’t know that! He needs me!”
“He’ll be fine without you,” the second told her, his voice almost eerily calm. That tone alone made her think twice about this—would her father really be all right? He did have a son to quite nearly replace her, his new wife keeping him distracted from those feelings of grief that he liked to run from so much. Did he really not need her…?
Yes, he did.
“No!” she shouted, backing away from them. They started to advance on her, causing her to whimper with widened eyes. They couldn’t take her away; they just couldn’t. Though, if they used force, she wouldn’t stand a chance—this didn’t look good.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” a new voice asked. Before she knew it, a tall guy slid in front of her and the two gentlemen.
“This is none of your concern,” the slightly taller one said, using the bit of height he had over this guy to stand over him.
“Well if it’s none of my concern, then I’m sure it’s none of hers either,” he said, gesturing to her, “No need to scare the young lady. Just go back to wherever you came from and leave this place.”
Who the heck was this guy? Olivia couldn’t help but be thankful for his presence at the moment—it gave her a bit of relief. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to show off… wait, what would he have to show off about, and to whom? There was no one around but her and these two frightening gentlemen.
The three men exchanged a few more words, the two men in Italian suits becoming gradually interested in what he had to say. After a few minutes, the new gentleman in casual clothing turned around to face her, the other two looking expectant. He asked for her name, which she mumbled back to him. What was going on?
“These two gentlemen have informed me that if you do not cooperate, they will take your dad away,” he told her, his tone showing he wasn’t particularly pleased at telling her that. She shivered at the thought, biting her lip slightly. “That being said, I can pretty much guess your decision. So, if you’d like, I’ll accompany you to wherever they’re taking you.” He then leaned closer to her, starling her slightly as he whispered, “Two have a better chance than one.”
This decision wasn’t easy for her to make—could she just trust this suave gentleman that just entered the scene? She didn’t like the thought of being protected like this, seeing as she never needed it before. But, she supposed, this was the one time where she could be the damsel—just this once. She nodded her head reluctantly to this, looking down at the ground as she heard thunder in the distance.
“Okay,” she muttered. The two gentlemen nodded their heads, beckoning them to follow her. It started to rain after they had walked a considerable distance, red and blue paint falling first on the grass and creating a stream together.
Preferred Job: Animal Rescue. “I want to be able to rescue those that can be rescued.”
First morph: Pipevine Swallowtail—Olivia acquired this on the job while searching with a team for an injured buzzard. It was hard to catch, seeing as it liked to flutter everywhere—she nearly didn’t catch it. Though, it finally slowed down and she managed to acquire it. This morph symbolizes her fragility and timidity, and later will symbolize the strength she needs to get to make it through any obstacle.
Random tidbit: I had the blue paint resemble Andalite blood while the red is human blood... I have too much time on my hands without college.
