VANDERBILT, olivia

[Olivia Vanderbilt]

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Character's full name: Olivia Vanderbilt
Nicknames?: Livi, Liv
Age: One hundred years old
Vampire, Human, or Werewolf: Vampire
Residence: Deluxe Suite - Room 116, Viva Suites
Alliance: Pro-Cure
Occupation: Antiquities Broker

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124 lbs.
Appearance:
Olivia is feminine and delicate much like a doll. With beautiful waves of brown hair that frame the pallor of her porcelain skin, setting off aqua colored eyes, hollow and dead. Olivia prefers a nice dress to a pair of jeans and a raggedy old tee-shirt. Her favortie outfit in paticular is a simple black vintage chanel dress that she purchased a few years ago at a second-hand thrift store, the owner was poorly versed on the worth of such an item and sold it to her for practically nothing. Another item she holds dear is the silver locket that is worn about her neck at all times, she never opens it for inside it contains several reminders of a past she'd rather not remember.


Likes:

• Frank Sinatra - His music is timeless, much like herself, and has transcended the decades with her.
  
• Poetry - It seems to be the only thing that is able to evoke any kind of true emotion from her whatsoever anymore.
  
• Rain - Even in her human years Olivia enjoyed playing in the rain, she finds it soothing.
  
• Antiques - Olivia loves the irony associated with her particular occupation; buying and selling items that are considered "antique" when she herself is older than a great deal of them.
  
• Cigarettes - Even though she doesn't smoke she adores the scent of a burning cigarette for bitter sweet memories that accompany it.

Dislikes:

• Herself - A constant inner battle; She needs to feel guilt for the life she's lived but is beginning to feel less guilty as the years go by, therefore, making her hate herself all over again for not feeling nearly so bad as she thinks she ought to.
  
• The Man - Olivia never knew her creator's name, but if she did she would curse it.
  
• Intrusion - Olivia is a private person and likes it that way.
  
• Confrontation - Typically she will do anything to avoid it unless the occasion absolutely calls for it.
  
• Arrogance - She finds it an intolerable quality in anyone aside from herself.

Personality:
How can you expect to feel human when humanity has all but ceased to exist? Inhumanity is the only way to survive. Olivia has learned to accept this reality and adapt to her surroundings; covering any shred of emotion with a callous shell and camouflaging social courtesy with self-indulgence.

She feels inadequate and weak compared to many others of her kind and therefore has a tendency to overcompensate with harsh sarcasm and arrogant bravado. Trusting is definitely not a quality Olivia has the capacity to possess, not that she ever did to begin with. She relies solely upon herself, keeping the rest of the known world at an arms length.

Inwardly, Olivia feels a tremendous amount of guilt for the horrific attrocities she's committed over the years, She is constantly torn between the what's left of her humanity and giving in to immortality. She is very hard on herself and all too often inflicts both loneliness, guilt, suffering on herself as penance for her life. The loss of her family took a devastating toll on her character and has left her severely flawed and helplessly bitter.

History:
Olivia Vanderbilt was born October 12, 1908 in the quaint town of Hartford, Connecticut. The Vanderbilt's were one of your typical blue-blooded elitist families, they lived their lives with all of the extravagance and corruption expected of the upper class in that day and age. They threw lavish parties, spent money like it was going out of style, and enjoyed every moment of it.

Olivia was born and bred to be the ideal woman that any man would be happy to have for his wife. She was well accomplished, intelligent, beautiful, and above all else, wealthy. Olivia did everything that was ever expected of her, she attended all the right schools, mingled with all the right people, married into a rich family by the time she was nineteen and was the mother of twin girls by age twenty. Life was perfect, however, life has a funny way of turning the world upside down just when you're least expecting it.

The Great Depression was devastating to almost every life it touched, apparently even having blue-blood didn't make you immune to the disease of poverty that seemed to spread throughout the country. The Vanderbilt's lost everything they owned and Olivia lost out of her inheritance. Olivia never thought that she would have to worry about simple necessities like food or shelter and was completely unprepared for it when the time came; her husband was the owner of a local bank and when the company went under he went mad, not long after, he took his own life, leaving behind a family of three with no one to care for.

Olivia knew her family couldn't weather the burden of she and her two daughters, and she also knew that they needed money to survive so she did the unthinkable for a girl of her stature; she took to the streets selling her body and soul for a few food stamps here and there to feed her children, however, the children, then just two years old, caught tuberculosis and died; devastated Olivia's life spiraled downwards, falling into a state of complete despair; She continued her life of prostitution, but with her patrons as destitute as she was there was barely enough money to get by on.

She had grown tired of life, weak from lack of food, and weary of the sins she bore the burdens for. Just when she thought her life was coming to a close she met a man looking for her "services", he offered to take her away from this half life she was living and grant her a new one, a better one. She couldn't say no to him, there was something about his manner that she couldn't resist, she spent the night in the arms of this mysterious man and when she awoke in the morning he was gone.

She thought nothing of it at the time, just another of many strange clients she'd had but it didn't take long for Olivia to realize that things had changed for her as a result of that night; Olivia abandoned her career as lady of the night, in one sense at least, and over time she adjusted to survive; It wasn't until many years later that she began to understand exactly what she was; She knew she was no longer human, instead, she was something in between alive and dead. Curious, she began to seek out others like herself, others who had been condemned to a life of death.

RP Sample as that character:
A hollow painted mask was all she saw reflected in the mirror before her, she no longer recognized the warmth that had once resided in the depths of her bright blue eyes for they had grown cold, the gleam they possessed died down, and now the only trace of vibrancy that lingered anywhere on her face was the rose colored rouge brushed across her cheeks, hinting at the illusion of life.

Olivia would often sit for hours staring at herself in the mirror. Not because she wanted to admire anything she saw but rather to reaffirm the fact that she was still there. Some days she didn't even feel like she existed, like everything inside of her had turned to stone and she would rush to the mirror just to prove to herself that she wasn't a statue. Closing her eyes she sat there a moment in silence, letting it engulf her within it's comforting embrace. The room was still, so still.

'I need to get out of here' She thought to herself, rising abruptly to her feet and crossing the length of her room to her closet. She quickly slipped into a casual black pencil skirt that clung to the soft curves of her hips, and a simple white top. she headed out the door and down the hallway, feeling around in her pockets for her keys. It was a short walk to where she'd left the car parked the previous evening, and within minutes she was zipping down the street, the roar of the engine blaring loudly over the music on the radio.

She pulled into a parking lot behind a local club, and quickly climbed out of the car, heading around to the front doors. It wasn't surprising that the line wasn't wrapped around the building as it had been the last time she'd stopped through the city, it wasn't a night that she supposed many would be playing the bar scene.

The bouncer at the door checked her ID, a doctored license which listed her as age twenty three; little did they know she was twenty three going on one hundred and one years old. Inside the club was poorly lit, something to do with creating an ambiance, and neon lights streamed around the room, rotating sporadically from color to color.
She made a straightline for the bar where she was greeted by an overly eager tender, apparently business had been slower than she thought.
"What can I get you?" He asked with a friendly smile.

"How about a Vodka Sunrise."

"Coming right up." He replied and hurriedly set to making the drink. While she was waiting she turned to watch the small crowd of people gathered on the dance floor, their bodies moving in rhythm to the technoesque beat. She could feel the ground vibrating beneath her feet from the sheer magnitude of the volume at which it played.

"Here you are doll, it's on the house.." The bartender held the drink out toward her and flashed her a quick wink; she said a polite thank you before moving to the other side of the room, taking a seat at one of the empty booths and returned to amusing herself by quietly observing the dancers, maybe after a few more drinks she'd join them.

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What can we call you: Kezney
How can we contact you: [e-mail], I check it often.
Age: Twenty
How'd you hear about us: An advertisement on a board I currently post on.

[Colecte La Nelle]

Can you finish the dislikes? We need five and you've only got two.

[Olivia Vanderbilt]

Finished the Dislikes portion.

[Colecte La Nelle]