Olivia Valerie Domino

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[break]Species Human
[break]Playby Katie Cassidy
[break]Height 5 foot 8 inches

[break]Weight About 180 pounds

[break]Hair light brown; dyed blonde

[break]Eye Color hazel

[break]Scars/Tattoos phoenix tattoo on left hip

[break]Usual Attire She can generally be found in some sort of tight fitting solid color t-shirt with a flannel or denim long sleeve over it and jeans. She doesn't really wear dresses ever, but cleans up nicely if she does decide to.

[break]General Aura She is the type of person you would not want to go and ask a question to, generally giving off an "I will stab you" aura. Her gaze generally can penetrate your soul. She rarely ever smiles.

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Likes Being left alone, booze, her horses and cattle[break]
Dislikes pretty much every else[break]
Fears She fears...nothing, and feels...nothing.[break]
Overall Personality Deep down, there's still a heart in there, but she hides it quite well. She has learned to trust no one, not even herself, and does not take kindly to being told what to do-she is her own boss in all respects. She would rather work alone than have to give directions and someone else take them wrong and do the task wrong, so she simply keeps to herself. Very rarely does she find herself in the company of others.
Do not get on her bad side, you might not live through the night. The only thing that might stop her is her horses, and even then it is a gray area. Especially if you harm or say something ill of one of her horses. They are rejects, just like she is, and she will break the world for them if she has to. [break]

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Current Residence Staff Housing at Siris Stable
Current Relationships Lusting after Alyce Rose Aphrodite
Birthday February 14 (though she won't admit to it)[break]
Parents N/A[break]
Siblings None[break]
Children None[break]
Life Events You want to know what I remember about my childhood?

I was five when my parents were slaughtered in front of me. I didn't scream like a normal child would, I just watched. Cause that's what dad told me to do. Be strong, stay strong, big girls don't cry. They were HAPPY, damnit. There didn't seem like there was anything wrong with our lives. That's the day I found out the truth though:mommy and daddy were spies. They were tortured in front of my very eyes, and I've never been the same.

I went to live with my grandmother after that. Crazy, I'd always thought. But oh, the stories. The stories she spouted of her exploits when she rain away from society. I fell in love with the idea of freedom. Of not following in my father's footsteps. Outcast and unwanted, but beautiful. That was worth something these days.

But then grandma died when I was 7. Left everything to me, but I can't touch it until I'm 25. And so instead, I got thrown into the system. They knew who my parents were. They knew who the senile old bat I called my grandma was. And you know what? They killed her too, just to get to me.

I was thrown into a dark room. Deprived of light got a week. They were trying to break me, see what made me tick. But someone, I don't know who, got me free. And I saw the world for it's brutal raw beauty-blood, sweat, and tears. That's how I was raised.

They kept me separated from the other kids, I only heard their name in passing when I was little. They kept me busy with the horses, every little girls dream, so that they could focus my training. They told me I was the top of the class when I could throw knives at the bullseye blindfolded when I was a mere eleven years old.

They did awful, vile things to me to punish me. The truth was, I acted out because I liked it. The pain reminded me that I was alive. The weight on me...well, you get the picture. They made a monster out of me.

Having no other knowledge, having been brainwashed, I followed their every command. Every attack on humanity they ordered, I slipped in and did the dirty work. The whispers grew louder. I was the Valkyrie, the angel of death to those wounded soldiers-those that had gone rogue. That's what I told myself to keep myself sane.

They had to pack up and move when I was 16, and blindly I went with them. Until that day when I was 18 that they sent me on a suicide mission to track down and kill a ghost-someone who was supposed to be dead but wasn't. It wasn't until the cold steel of my knife was against his throat did I realize...it was my dad.

That's his they finally broke me, but not in the way they wanted. I snapped. They'd taught me to move in the shadows, to disappear, and that's what I did. I became someone else. I blocked my past from my mind. I was about to be married even. And it came back to haunt me.

They tied me up and forced me to watch as they carved away his life. I won't go into detail, but let's just say I never cried and I was sobbing for mercy. They wanted their precious monster back. Well, they got it.



The bodies were never found, no one was able to even report then missing. I just made them disappear with one wave of my magic little wand. I kept some though, as their blood dropped from the tip of it, in the locker around my neck. There's more to go, but they know it was me. I have to fade away again.

Whispers, I still hear the whispers, and they led me here. To Architect and Dark Angel...don't worry, the protector is here.

In roleplay additions:
She seems to have formed a bit of an obsession over Alyce.

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Friendship None Yet[break]
Enemies None Yet[break]
Mentors None Yet[break]
Lovers Currently plotting with Alyce, one of Riley's characters[break]
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Supplemental Information [break]
She has multiple horses:[break]
My Bloody Valentine-mare[break]
Cleopatra-mare[break]
Storm of the Century-stallion[break]
Lazarus-colt[break]
Midnight Coal Burner-stallion
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