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Warrior with the Silver Eyes
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Olivia DryadeName: Olivia Dryade
Nickname: Pup, Wolf
Relationships: "I'm, ugh, still working on that. But I'm sure I'll make progress soon!"
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf Faunus
Emblem:
Weapons: Rending Claws (Twin Katars), Long Thorn (Bow)
Recovered from her mothers after her passing, the Rending Claws are a pair of twin katars. They are said to have been in her family for generations, and they are greatly cherished by Olivia, who is never found without them. Out of combat they fold beneath her forearms in such a way as to keep her and others safe. Once in battle however they will form over her hands, allowing her to slash and thrust with ease.
If required to fight at a distanced, Olivia's right katar is able to shift into a bow known as Long Thorn. Using dust tipped arrows kept on her forearm, Olivia is able to lay down a withering hail of fire against her opponents. Despite this, she prefers for her fights to be up close and personal, thus Long Thorn is not frequently used. Currently Olivia has fire and lightning dust arrows.
Skills: Olivia is a fierce, and some would say savage fighter, able to unleash savage attacks up close or at range and tear them apart with ease. This savagery gives her an impressive endurance in combat, as she moves quickly from opponent to opponent to unleash her deadly strikes. She is also a skilled survivalist, well able live in the wilds, as well as track.
Weaknesses: Olivia isn’t the most disciplined of people, and has been known to recklessly assault enemies even when it would be wise to wait. She also isn’t the most durable girl, while she can take a hit, it doesn’t take a ton to knock her into the dirt, only her speed and agility allowing her to survive. With her semblance, it can be quite easy for her to exert herself to much, and has on occasion injured herself from pushing to far, even knocking herself unconscious at one point.
Semblance: Natural Emotions: A rather interesting and potentially quite dangerous semblance, Olivia’s semblance is completely dependent on her mood, and certain moods take on the form of certain elements. While powerful, Olivia is not always the most stable person, and so her powers are quite often unpredictable, ever to herself. As of now her semblance has manifested in four distinct ways, which she refers to as her Aspects.
Inferno (Fire) - Imbues Olivia with a raging fury, engulfing her twin scythe’s in flame, assaulting her enemy in a tirade of furious attacks. This is only activated when Olivia loses herself to anger, rage and hate. This is the most dangerous form of her semblance, as she can easily lose herself and attack even friends, and will completely forget about her own personal safety. Olivia is unwilling to use this under any circumstance.
Vortex (Wind)- Imbues Olivia with astounding speed, able to move quickly across the battlefield, even creating small vortexes to trip up and incapacitate enemies. Able to be used when Olivia is feeling particularly excitable, happy, energetic and bouncy. This is Olivia’s most common used version of her semblance as she is a naturally energetic and hyperactive girl, and often uses it in her daily routine without realizing it.
Tide (Water) - With this Olivia is able to flow and weave between enemy attacks, avoiding their blows with ease and making it easy to get through an opponent’s defense. This comes at the cost of softer hits and a less aggressive fighting style than is her norm. When Olivia finds an inner calm she is able to use this, though she still has yet to discover its potential.
Quake (Earth) - Armed with the strength of the earth, Olivia’s blows can become shattering strikes, able to crush most objects into powder. It also greatly increases her ability to take punishment. Her movements seem to be slowed however, not able to strike or run quite as quickly. This is combined with the emotions of determination, and protectiveness. Olivia is currently unable to use this in combat effectively.
Place of origin: Outskirts of Mistral
Personality: The first thing most people tend to notice about Olivia is her rather awkward tendencies. Try as she might, Olivia always comes off as rather odd, and many have written her off as a weirdo or freak. Others find her bumbling attempts at being outgoing to be little more than an annoyance, shooing her away as quickly as possible. Despite these difficulties she nearly always maintains the appearance of eternal optimism.
If one looks past the awkward, aggravating habits of the wolf, they'll find a girl that has a genuine love for life and those around her. She is quite compassionate, seeming to always be ready to lend a helping hand in whatever way she's able to. Olivia is also an energetic and vibrant girl, who is always up for a good time and exudes and aura of excitement to those around her.
However beneath the smiles and optimism is a girl who is wracked with self doubt, and is incredibly self-critical. She constantly berates herself under her breath, and has on occasion had an emotional breakdowns of rage and sorrow.
While Olivia seems like a simple or even primitive person, she possess an innate cunning that has proven useful in combat. This allows her to think on her feet in combat, able to adapt to whatever situation presents itself, finding unconventional solutions that others might not see.
Bio: Olivia was raised in the wilds of Mistral by Emerald Dryade, a huntress of some renown in the area who had retired to the relatively peaceful wilds in the outskirts of Mistral. Olivia spent most of her childhood with her mother alone who was fairly reclusive, keeping them away from most towns and never going into Mistral proper. While Olivia never really understood this, she never really bothered to question it either, as her mother treated her with a great deal of love, often setting time to play with her and teach her.
As she grew though Olivia became more and more curious of the towns near them, wanting to play with the children. Occasionally she would sneak out to try and play, but found it difficult to interact with the other children who found her to be odd, or simply didn't want to play with some dirty Faunus. Olivia never gave up however, and kept on returning to the towns around her home, much to their occupants dismay.
As she neared her teen years, Olivia managed to convince her mother to begin training her as a Huntress, desperately wanting to follow in her mothers footsteps, to defend others. It took a couple of years, but Emerald eventually conceded to the stubborn pup.
Shortly after her 14th birthday, her mother awoke her early one morning, saying she was going to take Olivia on a hunting trip, to show her how to track down Grimm. Olivia was overjoyed, and eagerly followed her mother east, unaware of Emerald's nervousness. Needless to say, the hunting trip didn't go as the young wolf thought
This was incredible. No, no, that wasn’t good enough, nowhere near good enough to describe this. This was a stupendously fantastical day! After so many years it had happened! She finally broke her mother’s will, forcing her to take her into the wilds to witness a Hunt! And not just hunting a stray Beowulf, but a real hunt! An Ursa was spotted somewhere east of the village from where her family lived, and had gotten dangerously close to stumbling upon the village Elios. And now here she was, out here with her mother, heading into the desolate wilderness to find their quarry.
“Olivia love, you’ve been staring into the sky for the past fifteen minutes with an adorably stupid grin dear. It’s endearing, but not something to do when we’re hunting an Ursa.” The gentle, melodic voice of her mother lulled her back from her daydream and back into the foreboding swamps of east Mistral. When her mother said east, she didn’t think this far east? Maybe she was doing this just for her! Their own little hunting trip!
And yet as they continued walking they found no Ursa tracks. In fact, there was no sign of Grimm having been anywhere in the area. Olivia thought nothing of it, but her mother had a look of deep concern on her face.
“Well this is boring, damn Ursa must have scuttled off when it heard us coming. Pansy!” She yelled into the woods, challenging something to show itself.
“Olivia, silence!” This time, her mother’s voice was far from gentle, her sharp green eyes carefully scanning the foggy area around them.
Finally a figured appeared from the fog, the glow of his cigar the only thing that could be clearly seen, highlighting his strange purple eyes. His oddly calm voice only made the situation all the more foreboding. “Good day Miss Dryade, a pleasure to see you again, though I wish it were under better circumstances. Let us be civil about this, after all, we wouldn't want any harm to come to the child.”
As he spoke, her mother took out her Katar, a savage forming on her face as she shoved Olive behind her. “If you so much as look at my girl I’ll tear out your throat with my teeth.” The wolven Faunus hissed. This elicited only a frustrated sigh from the man, who then snapped his fingers. Emerging from the fog came multiple warriors, all dressed in black and crimson attire, the symbol of a bloody wolf on their clothing.
“Mum, who are these people? What’s happening?” Olivia tried to suppress the shear amount of terror she was feeling, but failed miserably as her voice cracked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“Do not take it personally pup. It's simply survival of the fittest.” The man with the cigar stated simply as suddenly his companions began assaulting her mother. Emerald shoved her to the ground as she bore her Katar, dashing into combat to keep her daughter safe. She was amazing to behold, cutting down any who drew to close to her, while she just lay there, paralyzed by fear.
For a time it seemed as if her mother could pull it off, shrugging off her many wounds as she pushed forward in the battle. However as the battle seemed to draw to a close to shots went off, and crimson began to spread through her mothers stomach.
“Most impressive Mrs. Dryade, it seems your skills haven't dulled. Such a waste.” The cigar man said casually as his twin revolvers slid back into his sleeves and he made his way towards the dying Huntress.
“Mom!” Olivia cried out as her dying mother finally snapped her out of her fear induced state. As the cigar man moved to finish the job Olivia threw herself across her mother’s body, refusing to let her go.
“Please stop! Don’t take her from me. Please.” She pleaded as she tried to put pressure on the wounds, crimson pouring over her fingers.
The man simply knelt down and stared at her, his face concealed by his strange hood and shades. “I must say however that you child, are a disappointment.” He said with an air of indifference, before a blade appeared from his sleeve, slashing upwards and cutting clean across her right eye. The young wolf Faunus fell back onto the ground, clutching at her eye as she remained in stunned pain.
“Such weakness. Not only do you not fight for your mother, but you don't fight for yourself. Hmph, the Dread Wolf will not be pleased.” The cigar man began to clean off his blade as he had dirtied it with animal blood rather than a girls. “Well Mrs. Dryade, I shan't prolong your suffering any longer. Fret not, I will ensure your daughter is…” However he was never able to finish his sentence, an explosion knocking the murderer away from her mother, sending him reeling back into the fog.
Olivia tried to look over to see her savior, barely able to make out his figure. He seemed to be a fairly tall and lanky man, wearing a white jacket with a blood red cape, and spiked black hair. What was most distinctive was the massive sword he held, the barrel of it smoking.
“Well now, here I am wandering through the woods expecting to find Grimm, and I stumble across a completely different kind of monster.” His voice was gruff, but held a certain charm to it.
None of that mattered to her now as she dragged herself to her mother’s broken form, a large pool of blood now formed around her body. Emerald grasped at her daughters hand as she took her last breaths. “Olivia dear, this isn’t your end. Do you hear me love? You will become a mighty huntress, or whatever else you wish. Just promise me that you’ll live.” Olive stared at her blankly as, tears and blood streaming down her face.
“Mom, please no.”
Emerald gave her a gentle smile as the light finally faded in her shining eyes. “I love you my pup.”
And with those final words, Olivia’s world was consumed by blackness, as the strange warrior walked over to the broken family.
When Olivia awoke she shot up in her bed, breathing heavily as she tried to calm down. It was a bad dream, that’s all it was. A bad, bad dream. She went to rub her eyes as she began to awake, but when she did she felt a piece of cloth across her right eye. And that could only mean…
“No. No.. No no no no NO! MOM!?” Her voice was hysterical as she cried out. She heard some commotion outside of her room, someone making their way towards her. Yet it wasn’t her mother who came for her, rather her grandfather Gren. Olivia sat motionless in bed as reality finally began to set in. Her mother was gone, and she was clearly no longer in her home kingdom, as her grandfather had moved to Vale years ago.
There were no words that could be exchanged by the two, nothing that would dampen the pain. Nothing could ever make this right. They simply were there for each other to survive, to try and get past this.
But she didn’t want us to survive. She wanted to live. Her one good eye wandered over to the twin Katars on the stand beside her bed.
"Granda, what's the best place to go to become a Huntress?"
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