NameOlivia North
RaceHuman
ClassSal
ProfessionMercenary
BirthplaceNorderhalt
Age24
GenderFemale (she/her/hers)
Sexual OrientationBisexual
Audsalir ∀350
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Pale from her many years in the north, Olivia sports some discoloration on her hands, and just under her eyes from ashen freckles. Even more pronounced are the dark circles that mark her exhaustion; ever present under the icy blue of her eyes. While she might otherwise look like a pure-born woman of Norderhalt, Olivia's coal black hair exposes the outsider within her. It's wavy locks fall just to her mid-back though she often keeps it up out of her face.

Sharp features frame an equally sharp frown. Olivia sports high cheekbones with a square shaped face and strong jawline. Her nose is slightly pointed, not large, but not button either. While clearly athletic, her face appears slightly gaunt with its shadows and angles. Her body however, is very fit. Muscled, but toned to keep her dexterity. Under clothing it can be hard to tell how strong she really is. If her physical prowess wasn't intimidating, her visage often can be. Her lips seem permanently seared into displeasure; made more potent with how full and expressive they are.

While plain, Olivia wears clothing that can survive the hardships of the outdoors and her life as a mercenary. While it varies day to day, usually her clothing consists of a loose tunic held to her waist under a leather wrap over which her weapon sheaths rest, long leather boots up to her knees, and tighter pants made of thickly woven material. In the north she also keeps a furred woolen cloak tightly pulled over her. When she expects a fight, Olivia will wear leather armor over her tunic and gloves to protect her hands.

 
 

Pale from her many years in the north, Olivia sports some discoloration on her hands, and just under her eyes from ashen freckles. Even more pronounced are the dark circles that mark her exhaustion; ever present under the icy blue of her eyes. While she might otherwise look like a pure-born woman of Norderhalt, Olivia's coal black hair exposes the outsider within her. It's wavy locks fall just to her mid-back though she often keeps it up out of her face.

Sharp features frame an equally sharp frown. Olivia sports high cheekbones with a square shaped face and strong jawline. Her nose is slightly pointed, not large, but not button either. While clearly athletic, her face appears slightly gaunt with its shadows and angles. Her body however, is very fit. Muscled, but toned to keep her dexterity. Under clothing it can be hard to tell how strong she really is. If her physical prowess wasn't intimidating, her visage often can be. Her lips seem permanently seared into displeasure; made more potent with how full and expressive they are.

While plain, Olivia wears clothing that can survive the hardships of the outdoors and her life as a mercenary. While it varies day to day, usually her clothing consists of a loose tunic held to her waist under a leather wrap over which her weapon sheaths rest, long leather boots up to her knees, and tighter pants made of thickly woven material. In the north she also keeps a furred woolen cloak tightly pulled over her. When she expects a fight, Olivia will wear leather armor over her tunic and gloves to protect her hands.

 

Whether naturally or due to the exhaustive state she seems to always be in, Olivia has a sour attitude and easily can be seen as icy and uncaring. She is short with others, to the point, and has no care for the delicate feelings she stomps on. More than anything, she seems annoyed at the presence of others and keeps herself isolated. While she carries on well enough, those that spend enough time with Olivia can see there's an emptiness in her; something hallow and lonely. Even to those chosen few she would call family or friend, she keeps a distance that seems can never be closed. Despite all that, something stirs in her. She has a ferocity in combat that makes her appear truly alive; not a craving for blood, but for the precipice of danger and the chance she might fall off of it for good.

What other light shines in Olivia's eyes is diluted, but she can and does care for others. Those she considers family mean the world to her, and she shows her love in little ways. Whether that be the tough love they need, the quiet shoulder to cry on, or actions over words. There's a lot she can't provide, but she does what she can. Above anything else, Olivia can always be counted on for a fight, no matter what sort of threat she might face.

In return for her undying loyalty, Olivia expects only a few things; honesty and loyalty. She hates those that beat around the bush and manipulate. More so, betrayers earn a special sort of ire. If she devotes herself to a person she expects them to do the same, and a knife in her back can very quickly mean a sword through her betrayer's neck. She won't tolerate lying and would rather die than be a puppet of anyone. 

As a bastard daughter of a Norderhalt man and an unknown stranger, Olivia faced a lot of hardship growing up. For a long while she was on her own and distrusted by those around her, barely scraping by in a harsh land plagued by dragons and unforgiving cold. It was one particularly harsh ventra that she was finally given a chance. A woman by the name of Eira found Olivia, and liking her abrasive and strong personality, took the girl in. Olivia then became a part of the Aegis; a group of mercenaries hunting dragons and anyone else someone was willing to pay enough coin for. As mercenaries they were cutthroat, but held a code of honor they became known for. Mostly that they wouldn't kill anyone or thing they didn't think was worth the fight. It made the work harder, but helped spare more innocents as well.

Within the Aegis, Olivia came to fiercely respect strength and the family-like bond the mercenaries held for each other. Like her newly adopted mother, she wanted to be the most powerful sword master there was. While most of the crew found this more adorable than likely, Eira took her daughter seriously and began training her early. It cemented Olivia's values and gained her respect among her peers. Pointedly, there were three others she became very close to; one sister and two brothers of no relation but their own choosing. She was older than all but one, the eldest, Isaac. Of the others, Meda was the youngest and Bernard was in the middle much like Olivia. They were all inseparable and worked together well, if sometimes recklessly. As they all grew, they became a fighting force to be reckoned with. With their adoptive mother going on in age, it was not uncommon for the two older to take charge of missions and lead. Eira watched them both closely during this, and eventually approached the two with an offer. One of them would take over the Aegis when she passed or became too old to lead, and she would make her decision based on the next journey she set them on.

Rather than cause a rift between the siblings, they carried on as they usually did; promising to give their all. It was a dangerous fight; a dragon causing trouble in the far north. Even as they set out however, Olivia felt uneasy. Somehow she was dreading this despite it being an adventure that could give her everything she ever wanted. She hid her feelings well enough from most of her siblings, but Isaac was always good at reading her blank-like expressions. Olivia could feel him watching her, worrying about what might be wrong, but she couldn't say. Even she didn't know. Not until it was too late

They found the beast, on a mountainside covered in snow and ice. After planning for days they were ready to take it on. Olivia was on point; the strongest of the four and their entourage. When she finally saw it face to face, she hesitated, her sword almost slipping from her grasp as the two watched one another. She could feel it then; a bond with the dragon she didn't think possible. One she absolutely did not want. Isaac and the others watched on, soon realizing the complication. He called for her to retreat, but Olivia had made up her mind. Dragons were the enemy of Norderhalt, of the Aegis. She could never be a Sal without betraying everyone she loved. The dragon had to die. Almost as surprised as the beast itself, Olivia's siblings immediately joined in when she took the first swing.

Twisting her up inside, Olivia knew the betrayal it felt towards her, and knew its pain when she and the others tore away at the fur and flesh to find a mark for their weapons. It was almost enough to stop her in her tracks, but she would finish what she started, as Eira had taught her. In the end, all Olivia could remember was the crushing weight in her heart as the dragon died at her feet. Something in her felt irrevocably broken. Empty, cold, alone. For the remainder of the trip, she was deathly silent despite the desperate worry of her family. One night on their way back, as her watch came to an end, she awoke the next watchman, and slipped away.

Since she has moved south, staying in the forests of Austanferd; hunting dangerous beasts or people for coin. It isn't a grand living, but it keeps her going, and far away from the family she misses dearly. Running away from something, whether it be her shame or the nightmares that have plagued her since.

 
 
 

* A few pairs of plain clothing made thick for travel and battle

* Thick, furred cloak

* A Longsword and a shortsword made of quality iron she keeps on her at all times, as well as the equipment to care for them, and sheathes

* A small pack of survival goods and gear for her loner lifestyle

* A bow she uses for hunting as well as a skinning knife

* Small piece of dragon horn tied to a cord around her neck, over a medallion made to look like feathered wings in the shape of a shield

 
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