Post by OLIVIA JANE RYDER on Jul 22, 2011 20:08:58 GMT
OLIVIA JANE RYDER
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[/size][/center]hello! i am bri and i am nineteen years old. i am boarding the alien train, and i have been role playing for four/five years. also, i play no one yet. if you want to contact me, reach me by forum pm or ask me for my skype name. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : Olivia Jane Ryder
NICKNAMES : Just Olivia, call her Oli and she will knock you out.
AGE : July 31st, 1990, making her almost 21.
GENDER : Female
ETHNICITY : Half Russian, half English
RELIGION : Born Christian, rarely follows this religion.
SEXUALITY : Straight, bicurious if you get her drunk enough.
STATUS : Always ridin' solo.
MEMBER GROUP : Eclectic
YEAR : Junior
PLAY-BY : Hannah Ray
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
OLIVIA...
DOES NOT LIKE :
- Fakes.
- Drama.
- Frat Boys.
- Sorority Girls.
- Goodie Two-Shoes.
- Hypocrites.
- Chocolate.
- The word "panties".
- Hypocrites.
- Majority of the people in her college.
ADORES :
- Full Throttle.
- Domokun.
- Star Wars.
- Laughter.
- Friends.
- Cupcakes.
- iPod/Music.
- The Beach.
- Movie nights.
- Singing.
HER GOALS IN LIFE ARE :
- Get the hell out of Vegas.
- Become famous for something other than taking her clothes off.
- Finding people who can accept her the way she is.
- .
- at least five.
SHE'S AFRAID OF :
- People she loves dying.
- Spiders.
- Heights/falling.
- Love.
- Clowns.
- Scarecrows.
- Walking on empty streets at night.
- The sound of gunfire.
- Syringes.
SECRETS :
- She wants someone to show her how to love again.
- She wishes she wasn't so alone most of the times, but can't let herself be more open.
WEAKNESS :
- True love.
- Pessimistic.
- Stubborn.
- Rude.
STRENGTHS :
- Humorous.
- Passionate.
- Loyalty.
- Polite when necessary.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- Closed off.
Mostly it comes off as bitchiness in school when in actuality she's just defending herself. She doesn't want to grow attached to anyone because of the fear of losing them, she couldn't take losing anyone else close to her in her life. Therefore, she keeps her distance and doesn't let anyone in. - Defensive.
Of herself and her friends especially, but even if she saw someone who she'd seen before that had been nice to her being hassled, she'd back them up too. It has gotten her into some fights, but she's won them all. She's very strong, especially when her adrenaline kicks in, so you don't want to get caught in the middle of a brawl with her, your ass will end up knocked out. - Stubborn.
It's her way or no way. Simple as that. This makes it easy for her to constantly get into debates and, again, fights with her peers. Her mouth is far bigger than it should be, she doesn't know when to shut up, straight up. - Tempermental
It doesn't take much to get her mad. I mean sure, belittling comments make her laugh but the second you start with the low blows on purpose, there's no turning back. Once she sees red, she's out for blood. It's best that you tread carefully around her, or you may lose an arm. - Sailor Mouth
You name it, she's said it. She has no shame in her swearing either, it comes as naturally as saying "hi" and "bye" to her so don't be offended. - Pessimistic
She's always one to think the worst is going to happen. Majority of the time she tries to cover up this trait by calling herself a "realist," but we all know the truth. Olivia's just one big pessimist. - Sarcastic
When she talks to you, about 85% of the time it's sarcasm coming out of her mouth (on top of the swearing). This is another defense mechanism she has. She feels if she's sarcastic, no one will be able to tell what she's really feeling or thinking. - Honest
She doesn't filter out anything she's thinking, she just says it straight out. If she knows it will hurt the person's feelings, she sometimes feels bad because she didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, it just happened. - Loyal
Once you're in, though, you're in for life. She's not one to just toss friends to the side, she can't take the loss of people she cares about, or has cared about in the past. - Spontaneous
She'll put on your smile with some random thing that comes into her mind as you're hanging out with her. She likes to act like a secret agent when she's bored, and loves ranting endlessly about the structures of random buildings and trees, and she loves climbing trees as much as she loves talking about them. Just don't let her climb too high, it'll take forever for her to get down with her fear of falling. - Trustworthy
Although Olivia most likely won't trust you, you can trust her. Not once has she peeped a secret to a person. Well, only if she personally feels the person doesn't need to know. If you're cheating on your boyfriend or girlfriend and you tell her though, expect her to make a b-line to your significant other. That's a big no-no for her. - Nerdy
Her favorite movies are the Star Wars trilogy (THE ORIGINALS. If you mention the prequels she will throw a fit). She believes in the extraterrestrial and the supernatural, she loves the thought of it. If she were able to own any two creatures in the world, they'd be a wookie and an alien.
SUBJECTS :
- Marine Biology.
Her major, it's always been her dream job since she was 5 years old. Her dad always encouraged it, saying it was perfect for her. Especially with her passion for the ocean. - Math.
She'd always excelled at math, and she'd need it for her career no matter what she ended up doing. - Foreign Language - German.
Her dad was German, so she had always wanted to learn the language. Simple as that. - Music.
You need a fun class in between all of the seriousness, right? That was her mentality. She loved playing music as much as she listened to it. She could play a wide range of instruments, but in this class she was playing the violin.
BY PROCEDURE.
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HOMETOWN : San Diego, CA.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Las Vegas, NV.
MOTHER'S NAME : Jocelyn Korrin Ryder.
FATHER'S NAME : Andrew James Ryder.
SIBLINGS : Joseph Michael Ryder.
OVERALL HISTORY :
"Tonight, on the 7 o'clock news.. Sergeant Andrew James Ryder who was stationed out in Iraq was killed in an explosion. The details have not been confirmed yet, but they're saying the explosion could have been caused by a grenade in friendly fire. The Ryder family has been a part of the San Diego community for several generations and all of our hearts go out to them in this time."
15 year old Olivia was staring at the tv with an emotionless expression, the black mascara she had been wearing earlier today was smeared down her cheeks in uneven black lines. No words could describe the emptiness that had consumed her since she got the news of her father's passing at 4 am this morning. The only way should describe it was that half of her soul had been taken with him. The other half had to stay here and console her mom. Oh god, her mom was an emotional wreck. Olivia had to take care of her mom, her 6 year old brother Joseph and herself in this hard time, she knew it was her time to take charge and that's exactly what her dad would have wanted. It was no secret that since the day she was born she was a "daddy's girl." Her reason for existence was to keep a smile on her father's face, she did everything she could to make sure she lived up to all of his expectations. She got straight A's in school, she was on her middle school cheerleading team and she was on the softball team. Before her dad was deployed, he'd always be the first parent in the bleachers, and he'd always scream the loudest when he cheered on his daughter.
Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. He had only been over seas for seven months when this tragedy struck. She remembered the day he left like it was yesterday though. They were standing in the airport, he was already head to toe in his camouflage suit, his bag slung over his shoulder as Olivia looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'll be home before you know it, Oli," her father's masculine voice said softly in her ear as he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, whispering, "I'll miss you so much baby girl."
Whimpering through tears as she clung to her father with all of her strength, she said back, "I'll miss you more daddy. Please come home safe."
"You have nothing to worry about Oli, I'll be in the safest place they have."
Remembered made the anger fester inside, she felt like her father had lied to her. How could he do that? How could he lie to her when he knew how dangerous it could have been? Why did the grenade have to be by him, of all places? It was in that exact instant that she threw the remote at her tv with all of her strength, cracking the screen right down the middle as it showed his face and she fell off of the couch and onto her knees, breaking down.
The next few months after that had been pure hell, her family was falling apart right before her eyes. It was known by everyone that her mother was going off of the deep end, but it was worse than Olivia could have ever imagined. One day when she had come home from school, she called out to her mom. After a few seconds when she didn't hear an answer, panic had struck her as she sprinted up the stairs, taking two at a time and she heard the shower water going. Sighing with relief, she knocked on the door and shouted, "mom, I'm home."
Still no response, she knocked and yelled it again even louder. As the shower was still silent she began to panic again, she tried to open the door but sure enough it was locked. Backing up to the wall opposite of the door, she positioned herself like her dad had taught her and ran full speed to the door, screaming loudly as she fell through the door and into the bathroom. As she ripped the curtains clean off of the shower she looked down and screamed as she saw nothing but red at the bottom of the bathtub and trailing down her mother's pale body. She thought her mother was dead until her tired, pale blue eyes looked up at her daughter. There was nothing there, no emotion, no light, nothing. She could tell her mother was seconds away from death and her adrenaline kicked in, she picked her mother up out of the shower and slung her over her shoulder, dragging her to the bedroom as she called 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My mother! She's dying! She's fucking dying! Hurry here!"
While in hysterics, she quickly slurred out her address to the 911 dispatcher as she held her mom close, praying to whatever God there may be to keep her here, begging her dad to keep her soul here. Losing her father was hard enough, this would've destroyed her.
It felt like hours, but in 15 minutes an ambulance's siren roared down the street, but Olivia didn't hear it. All she was focused on was her mother's quiet, slow heart beat and her off breathing. She was sobbing as she held her mom to her, asking her over and over why she'd do this to her and Joseph. Thank god he was with their aunt right now, this would've sent the child over the edge. Finally the EMT's arrived upstairs with a gurney. They quickly placed Olivia's mom on it and strapped her in, running her downstairs. Olivia ran after them just as fast, almost stepping on their heels because she was running so fast. A small crowd had formed around the ambulance as they reached outside. Everyone gasped once they saw her mom in the condition she was in. They all started pulling out their cell phones and Olivia could tell if they were taking pictures, texting people, or calling people, but she was enraged. Before hopping into the ambulance, she screamed out to all of them, "fuck off! Put yourself in her goddamn position, would you want to be treated like a fucking exhibit that you can gawk at? Have some fucking humanity!"
Those two hours in the hospital waiting room felt like months. What was she going to do if she was now an orphan? How was she going to tell her little brother mommy was with daddy now? Just the thought made her break down and start sobbing uncontrollably in the waiting room, not caring who saw. It felt like she had been crying for at least another hour before the doctor came out and called her over to him. Wiping her eyes, she asked him in a crackly voice, "how is she?"
His grim expression had her thinking the worst, her heart sunk so deep down it felt like it was going to fall out of her ass.
"She's very, very weak. But she's strong, she kept mentioning your name and someone named Joseph over and over. I think you two are what pulled her through. We're going to need to keep her for 72 hours on suicide watch for obvious reasons. Do you know what would have caused this?"
Nodding, Olivia tried as hard as she could to hold herself together as she explained, "my father was killed overseas in Iraq not even six months ago.. We're all still coping."
The doctors poker face immediately faded as he looked back to the papers he had. Once he saw the matching last name, his expression was grim as he looked back to Olivia and simply said, "I'm so sorry to hear that Olivia, I wish I had made the connection sooner. Listen, if you ever need anyone to talk to, we have many excellent psychiatr-"
Immediately cutting him off, she exclaimed louder than she probably should have, "I don't need to see a fucking shrink!"
Hearing several people clearing their throats in the waiting room, she flushed slightly looking down ashamed in herself. She was never like this, she never used to swear, she would never talk back to an adult. It's like all of her kindness left when her dad did.
It had been five years since then and Olivia had changed a lot now. Ever since that incident, her mom decided it would be best for them to get a change of scenery, so for the last four and a half years she has lived in Las Vegas. She honestly hated it, she wanted to go back to San Diego. The further away she was from the ocean, the further she felt from her father. To remember him, and have a piece of him with her on her eighteenth birthday she went back down to San Diego and got a tattoo of a blue grenade, her father's favorite color, with his initials in the pull pin ring. Since her artist was a great friend of her fathers, she also asked if he'd put some of her father's ashes into the ink. Normally that could be risky and cause infection but she didn't care. If her dad didn't want her to have it, he'd make sure the ink rejected and she'd know he didn't want her to have it, but sure enough the tattoo healed beautifully. She loved that tattoo more that majority of the things she had and she loved showing off. But she'd never tell you what it stood for unless you were super close to her.
After that she had become addicted to tattoos, and a few months after went back for another on the other side of her hip of a skeleton hand with a heart in it, showing that her father owned her heart even after he had passed. She cried during both tattoos, and not because they hurt, but because they both had meant so much to her. She'd never regret those tattoos, she knew that for a fact. The one tattoo she did regret though is on her left shoulder blade, it's of a diamond and a rose that she had gotten because her friend drew it up for her. She was so excited saying it was the best thing she had ever drawn and she really wanted Olivia to have it as a tattoo design and she felt rude NOT getting it, so she did..
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Work had gotten so much slower since school was in session. The people normally occupying the small cafe were now out enjoying their last days of summer, at home studying, or out with their friends from school. A few of the tables were occupied by studying students, gossiping teenage girls, and a couple of middle aged men in professional business suits. Yawn, today was such a boring day at her normally entertaining workplace. It felt like she'd be imprisoned here forever as she looked up at the clock with a very audible sigh. What felt like hours of boredom had only been forty-five minutes, meaning she still had seven hours and fifteen minutes left until she could lock up the store and call it a night. According to the note her boss had left for her this morning, a new employee was going to be here to assist her tonight. Not that she needed the help, especially on a slow day like this. She had handled this cafe alone with a line out the door before and didn't break a sweat. Figures, on days like that she didn't have an extra helping hand. Not that she needed it, it just would have been nice, you know? But the manager decided to hire another student after their second busiest time was over. Sometimes she really questioned her manager's thinking process but would usually just shrug it off and do her job. That's all this was to her, a job. Nothing more, and nothing more than just a way to help her make money.
Olivia soon caught herself tapping her deep red nails on the dark brown marble counter tops to the beat of the song playing quietly through the speakers. She didn't know what it was called, who it was by, or what year it had come out. It sounded more old fashioned, but she didn't really care enough to listen closely and figure out exactly what it was. Instead, her mind wandered off to wonder curiously about the new employee who would be here in about fifteen minutes. All her boss had told her was that it was a student. If it was a student from Milbrook, she was going to fucking scream. She saw enough of those people in the nine hours she was there Monday through Friday, and occasionally while she was at work but they were only customers. That was enough, though. With graduation getting closer and closer she really didn't want to see those people more than she already had to. Sure, her friends were awesome and sometimes would come in and hang out while it was slow and that she didn't mind at all. Her friends were what helped her get through the last three years without ripping one, or more, of the Royal Courts' heads off. It was the strangers she didn't want to tolerate, and considering no one in her tight circle had mentioned getting a job at her work place, she was 100% sure if it was a student from Milbrook, it would be either an enemy or a stranger, which in her book was still an enemy.
Looking up at the clock again, a faint scowl crossed her lips. Her mind had wandered for all of ten whopping minutes and the new person would be here any minute. She knew that her boss would want her to welcome the employee with a warm, friendly smile, but she couldn't be fucked enough to do that. Instead she walked to the back and drug 'her stool' out and placed it right next to the cash register before sitting down on it, now tapping her feet against the bottom metal rim of the chair in tune with her fingers tapping against the counter as she waited somewhat impatiently for the new person to get there. Hopefully taking away this unwanted anxiety something was causing.
In attempt to distract herself, she pulled out her iPhone 4, unlocking the screen and she crossed one leg over the other as she tilted her head down to look at the screen. Hovering her finger over the game apps she had, she contemplated which game she should play. Finally ending the mental debate, she tapped on 'Angry Birds RIO.' Soon enough, the Angry Birds theme song came blaring out of her phone, it startled her a little as she quickly turned it all the way down so it was muted. Looking up, the two middle aged men were looking at her with clearly displeased expression. Flashing them a sarcastic smile, she looked back down at her phone as a stray hair fell into her face. Looking up at it, she tried to blow it away but it fell right back into place. Instead, she tucked it behind her ear and looked back down, beginning to play level 2-19, keeping an ear out for whenever the door bell might just jingle when someone opens the door.
