Intriguingly shy beauty.
She is far from the typical happy go lucky nineteen year old girl, for as long as she can remember, Olivia has been shy and standoffish. She hardly says much, but when she does, it’s blantently obvious that it’s the honest truth and from the heart. She never seems to get angry. When others have hurt her, she closes up tighter than before and finds her way to her cello; which helps clear her mind. Olivia, once known, is a gentle and kind hearted person. But that can be very difficult to see behind all the walls she has up.
In her bag, she carries pepper spray.
Olivia is the youngest of two. She has a twin brother whom she looks up to and adores; he’s the only one she’s every truly herself around.
At the age of three, Olivia’s mother placed her in her first music class. She tried almost every single instrument her tiny self could manage before settling on the cello. She immediately fell in love with it; the soft cry like chords, the story they told. All of it.
Her family, though loving, are very focused on their work so Olivia was left alone most of the time with nannies.
She hardly got to see her father, because he was starting up his corp’ and her mother was always on the road. She of course had her twin brother who looked at her whenever he could, if he was around.
Olivia buried her face in her school work. It all came easy for her; she had no problem figuring things out, which was why she was disliked in the schools she was placed in. While others got tutors, Olivia breezed through things, just like her brother. They weren’t liked. Then her brother, though regretted leaving Olivia, chose to study aboard for the rest of his college career before coming back to take over the family business; leaving Olivia alone with no one to talk to.
Now all she has are her books and music... Which she is content with...