Post by OLIVIA ROSE SUTTON on Jul 27, 2011 5:03:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] OLIVIA ROSE SUTTON . one hundred and sixty six . crimson . quiet . suspicious. loyal . conflicted . southern belle .  |
THE CHARACTER BASICS
FULL NAME: Olivia Rose Sutton, born Olivia Rose Greenhow
NICKNAMES: Olly, Liv, Little Rose, O
BIRTHDAY: 22nd of October, 1844
HEIGHT: 5’2
HOMETOWN: Port Tobacco, Maryland
ALLIANCE: Neutral
SPECIES: Vampire
BLOOD PREFERENCE:Crimson by choice, Veggie by necessity
INSIDE THEIR MIND
MONSTERS UNDER THE BED: Olivia’s been on the run for so long that technically it could be reasoned her biggest fear is her own shadow. However, her biggest fear is actually the thought that her freedom should be curtailed by someone or something that she does not believe in. In her earliest years her mother taught her to be wary of those whose causes you do not firmly believe in, especially those who hold sway with great numbers. She thus believes that even if you do not believe in something the weight of numbers will always have a certain amount of power, and as such she remains watchful when a ‘cause’ is mentioned, no matter what it may be.
Given these fears, the young woman is equally afraid of commitment (it being a cause of a sort), for she believes you can never truly know somebody – even somebody you love – and thus you must constantly be on the lookout for yourself. Every single person has the potential to turn on you, or to commit an act that could drastically change your life. People are fickle; they change their minds like the wind changes direction, and raise their flags for the most ridiculous causes. Everybody holds the power to change the world, and Olivia is thus inherently suspicious of the people around her, and continually on the run from anything and everything.
FAVOURITE MEMORY: Caught up in the cause, sailing across the ocean towards Europe - Olivia is 18 years old and in the company of her mother, ‘Wild Rose’ Greenhow, a well known confederate spy. The cool sea wind whips her brown locks into a frenzy, pulling at first wisps and then larger clumps from her tight French braid as it simultaneously sprays salt water across her new blue dress. Around her the shouts of sailors and cries of various seabirds ring out, but the petite girl has her eyes fixed on the horizon and her thoughts on the future. She is but vaguely aware of her mother watching her, her brown eyes smiling even if her mouth does not. Olivia tells herself this is because Father is dead, because she needs to be serious now – the cause demands it, and the cause was what Father so loved.
Confederacy was the cause, and to that Olivia was fiercely loyal. In that moment she believed in nothing stronger, and she believes she has not felt anything as strongly since. She truly wishes she could, but she is afraid to believe in anything for fear that she will not be as loyal as it deserves, or that, adversely, the cause itself would not be worthy. Her memory of the voyage to France is one of intense emotion, vivid colour and the smell of the ocean. It is a memory that captures a time in which her mother was still by her side, in which she was loved entirely and wholly by someone for simply being herself – all her faults were accepted, and she was understood - and she especially remembers this moment because in it she was running to something, as opposed to running from it.
Sedately (for an 18 year old at least) she turns from the railing and strolls along the top deck with a soft smile on her face, watching the white capped waves and all the while wondering how anybody could get sea sick. The roll of the ocean is soothing to her, and her mother’s company is pleasant and interesting, the weather has been fine for days and promises to be so for the rest of their voyage. There are no other young people on board, but that does not matter to her – the sailor’s tales are captivating enough – and besides, her mother is company enough. She has spent 18 glorious years in the company of her mother, living and learning beside a woman whom she respects above all others. Olivia is glowing with happiness, abloom with wonder and infused with belief for the cause.
WORST MEMORY: Their ship was the Condor, a sturdy seeming British blockade runner whose sailors were less taciturn than those on their last sailing from France to England, but nonetheless sternly focused on their jobs when the need arose. Olivia was on deck, an early riser at the best of times, when the ship ran aground at the mouth of the aptly named Cape Fear River. For the past day and a half they had been successfully outrunning a Union gunner, and now – to her mother’s utmost horror – they found themselves sitting ducks.
Chaos reigned for a brief few minutes as the sailors prepared themselves for the oncoming fight and Rose Greenhow, her daughter trailing behind her, stepped into a rowboat and was lowered over the side. Around her neck was the gold earned in selling her memoir and – unbeknownst to Olivia -hidden on her person was a copy of the book itself along with a letter for her youngest daughter.
Halfway to shore the boat capsized, tipping Olivia and her mother into the ocean and sending the elder Greenhow woman to the bottom, her substantial savings of gold destined for the confederacy movement ensuring her a slow death by drowning. Her daughter, however, had her own problems. Despite knowing how to swim (or at least the basics of said sport), her dress was weighing her down just as lethally as her mother’s gold. Its voluminous skirts did not help her float; in fact they ballooned about her, tangled up her arms and legs and caused her great distress. Struggling for air and life, Olivia fought against her own clothing until she felt a sharp tug on her skirts, then something latched onto her ankle and she was pulled under completely.
The petite brunette awoke once more lying at the foot of what looked to be an enormous tree. She felt, rather than saw, a presence sitting against its trunk to her right. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe – it hurt beyond any description mere words can give – and Olivia wishes beyond any doubt that this was not her last memory of being human. She screamed, and it echoed through the forest, sending birds into the air in fright, startling woodland creatures and causing the man beside her to jump. His face – Marcus Sutton’s face – is the last memory the young woman has of being human - his smiling, sickening grin that says ‘I have you now, my pretty’ and the harsh knowledge that her mother would never walk the earth with her again is her worst and last human memory. The pain whipped her back into the realms of Somnus and the next time she awoke... she was a vampire.
BIGGEST MISTAKE: Olivia’s biggest mistake is linked directly to her worst memory. At 18 the man who saved her life was her hero, and it was perhaps through this that she fell in love with him. He was her guardian, of a sort, and in her heart this love eventually allowed her to believe he would make a good husband. Her reasoning was thus: she had nobody else, had no way to get to her real family who thought her dead in any case, Marcus knew and loved her (or so she thought) and with him, with his name at the end of hers, she could be safe with him.
Teenage minds are fickle things, and it took her a number of years to fully grasp the concept of being an immortal being and of just how big a mistake she had made in believing herself in love with Marcus Sutton. Over time he showed his true being, his wish to profit from the gift that she had inherited upon her transformation to vampirism. Not only would he use this, but he used her – body, heart and soul she believed herself so in love with him, that she gave herself to him in every way he asked. The marriage, she slowly discovered, was a gigantic sham, and something which would not go away unless she dealt with it.
Having accepted that it was at least partly her fault for finding herself in this predicament, Olivia gave herself the cause of freeing herself once more. Ten years spent in the company of Marcus Sutton was ten years too many, the young woman concluded. She set about composing the final moments of her life with her husband, that is to say, how she would ‘die’ again. First, she convinced him she was suicidal, and then she eluded him one morning, left a note and never came back. The note detailed that it was no use following her, she had erred into werewolf territory and by the time he returned there would be nothing left of her. So far the little ruse seems to have worked, but occasionally when she dwells upon it, Olivia gets the feeling that sooner or later her mistake will come back to bite her Southern Belle derriere.
COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT: Her power - although ultimately limited in its extent, Olivia’s mastery of it can only grow as she uses it daily and considers it a part of herself. Her power is a sort of teleportation – moving from place to place without being seen – which is at this point limited to a couple of kilometres. It’s taken her around a century to get this far, and improvements are both time consuming and exhausting, so it’s likely that she’ll plateau around the two kilometre mark. She needs to have seen the place she’s teleporting to (a picture works in this case), in order to visualise it in her mind and take herself there, otherwise it’s quite like flying blind. She has had a couple of rough run ins when she’s transported herself without visualising her destination first – straight into the road of a truck was one that comes to mind, and another was falling 10 feet onto a pile of rocks.
BEST KEPT SECRET: Without something to drive her, without a belief that in some way she is living for something, Olivia feels half empty – not herself. She also hates herself for not taking a side in the Volturi/Cullen/Aphotic drama, as she feels one of these groups could be the cause she is looking for, and yet she can’t seem to bring herself to ally with any of them. She tells herself she is taking her time in order to not make a mistake (she finds this a permissibly small departure from the truth), but in reality she is afraid to join any cause again because she might not find it worthy, much like her marriage, or it might falter under pressure, as the confederate cause did, and should this happen to her again, her once suicidal front might become the truth.
MOST SIGNIFICANT PERSON: The person who gave the most to Olivia was her mother. She instilled in her the sense of loyalty, and the idea that to truly give to something you must first believe in it, and then you must live and breathe it – an idea which has been both gift and curse to the young woman. Her mother, Rose Greenhow, brought her up in trying circumstances, but also taught her mannerisms and beliefs that were far beyond normal for those of her sex and social station. As such, Olivia’s comportment when in society is more than of a Southern Belle than a ‘Rebel Spy’, as her mother always told her that for a lady, her first impression is of the utmost importance, and she treasures her mother’s word above anything.
In an adverse affect, this has meant that without a cause to stick her star to, Olivia is at a bit of a loss as to what to do. Her mother, in teaching her to love a cause, also taught her to be suspicious of others with causes to tout, and entailed in this suspicion, the petite brunette has also become wary of other people. Being suspicious of everybody is not exactly a friend winning trait, but she does closely watch some people and vampires who interest her, documenting their causes with great care and filling in her days somewhat, when she’s not persuaded someone or something is chasing her down. Her mother taught her that you should at least know what’s going on in the world around you, even if you are not in it.
Olivia’s greatest trait, however, is her loyalty, and her belief in the cause. She will fight to the end for something she believes in, and when she finally makes herself comfortable with that cause as well as its ideas and beliefs, she will apply herself to it heart and soul without excessive questioning.
LAST TIME YOU CRIED: April 9, 1865 - the date upon which Robert E. Lee surrendered the Confederate cause to the Ulysses S. Grant and his Union Troops.
MOST WORN ITEM OF CLOTHES:
LAST FIVE SONGS YOU LISTENED TO:[/i] Ballad of Serenity (Sonny Rhodes), Is This Real? (Atlas), Sky is Falling (Bertie Blackman), My Heart With You (The Rescues), Miniature Disasters (KT Tunstall)
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SNOG, MARRY, AVOID
SNOG: Off the top of her head? Well, Marcus Sutton – but certainly no more than a snog. Anything more would be just as foolish as marrying him. Whatever feeling of love Olivia might have harboured for the man, her feelings for him now are nothing more than lust, and a dampened lust at that.
MARRY: Robert E Lee, Confederate General, who in Olivia’s opinion was actually quite handsome in his younger days. She feels she’d share views with him, and be able to talk to him like an equal ... whether he would have seen her as an equal in return is something she is quite happy to ignore.
AVOID: Really it’s a tossup between her ex-husband, Marcus James Sutton, and the vampire who attacked her a couple of months back. If she knew who the latter was, she would gladly avoid said vampire at all costs – as it is, she’s simply being extra cautious and avoiding everybody, no matter what their species. After all, it could’ve been a werewolf. She didn’t really get a good look. As to her ex-husband, it’s a simple matter of loathing the man who turned her into a vampire and then used her and her ability to his advantage.
IN THE EYES OF ANOTHER
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OLIVIA ROSE SUTTON, IN THE EYES OF MARCUS JAMES SUTTON “Olivia Rose Sutton.. ah, but she is my single greatest accomplishment as a vampire. Her power of teleportation is beyond value, and if I could only get my hands on her then I would be able to sell her to the highest bidder... as I attempted to do last time. The problem is that she’s such a flighty little creature – never where you want her to be, even though I’d heard from certain mouths that she was a refined lady like her mother. Then again, her mother engaged in the very unladylike activity of espionage, and so perhaps her daughter is simply a throwback to that... euh... erroneous gene. Without something to stick her down such as love or something she loves to believe in, she’s bound to wander. I imagine now that she’ll run as far as she can from me, because when I get my hands on her, she knows she’ll be learning a lesson I should’ve taught her long ago. Then she’ll never run again, mark my words. It is highly unfortunate that the girl has a spirit that is sorely in need of being broken.”
THIS CHARACTER WAS CREATED BY EBZ.
Please note that the person of Rose Greenhow is in fact not fictitious. Her daughter was known as ‘Little Rose’, but little is known of her life following her mother’s death.
Please note that the person of Rose Greenhow is in fact not fictitious. Her daughter was known as ‘Little Rose’, but little is known of her life following her mother’s death.
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