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Olympia Cristine Capello

"I will purify this world of all corruption."

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a character in “The Hidden World”, as played by Malan



Name: Olympia Cristine Capello

Aliases/Nicknames: The Purist

Age: 24

Race: Human

Powers/Abilities: None, as she is human.

Description: Olympia has darker skin due to her Italian heritage. She is simple-minded and violence is almost all of what she can think of. She believes that it is her duty to purify all magic creatures from this world. She doesn't view herself as a person, but more of a tool to be used in the fight against magic. Because of that, she will search for someone to 'handle' her, rarely relying on her own intelligence to guide her.

Notable Items/Equipment: Olympia uses a shotgun and AK-47 as her weapons. Subtlety is not known to her. Her coat is infused with a magic that makes her ten times stronger than a woman her size. The white fur on her coat is from a werewolf clan mother's hide.

Strengths: Olympia was born to fight, it is all she knows. None have bested her in a fight, and she is determined to let none ever get close. She has taken on Werewolves in melee fights and come out on top.

Weaknesses: Olympia is simpleminded and only views things through a narrow scope. She cannot see the big picture and only things short-term. She always shoots first and asks questions later. If at all.

History: Olympia was born in Italy, in Rome. She was raised in the slums to poor parents and always remained a devout Catholic until she reached the age of thirteen, when she encountered the Fallen Angel, who called himself Gabriel. Gabriel was a monk with an Opus Dei monastery in Italy at the time, and saw the potential in Olympia. Despite the sect's misogynist views, Gabriel took Olympia in and raised her as his own in the name of Christ. He forged her to become just another Opus Dei Warrior in his name, taking revenge against all things magical to sate his bitterness and hatred towards those that cast him out. This lasted until Olympia was 20. Olympia was taught to always kill everything magical, to take no exceptions. As it was fated to happen, one of Gabriel's students turned against him. Olympia shot Gabriel in the stomach with her shotgun and left him to die. After that she traveled around the world for a few years, feeling empty. She realized that she needed leadership, but from a human. Someone raised by Gabriel. Most were living in secret and more had been killed. Gabriel's flock were a dying breed. But Olympia did manage to track down Malachi in Argentina with the amulet of youth, and convinced him to come out of retirement.


So begins...

Olympia Cristine Capello's Story


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"Oh, how conceited you fairies are." Malachi paced the small soup kitchen. "Thinking that you're above the Law of God just because you serve some food to the poor. Let me tell you something. A lesser good does not make up for a greater evil. Your existence is not excused by a small act of charity."

"We've never hurt anyone," whispered one of the fairies. She was a young, thin woman, like the other six that were tied to their chairs. This one had bright purple eyes and tiny wings poking out behind the straps of her apron.

"That is not the problem here. You are an abomination in the eyes of God. I wish it could end differently. Truly, I do. But this Earth was for humans in His will. You are the spawn of Satan. I pray that you will find redemption in the afterlife. But here you will find no mercy." Malachi waved his cane over the seven fairies again, just to be sure. All of them were of pure fairy blood. They were a regular coven, right here in New York City.

"You wouldn't kill us," said another fairy, one with dyed pink hair and a thin face. "We've heard of you, Malachi Vidal. You are a famed hunter of vampires, werewolves and angels. You only fight those that can fight back. Fairies are not fighters. There is no sport in killing us. No honor."

Malachi was silent for a long while. "You're right," he agreed. "I won't kill you. I'll leave it to my apprentice."

Olympia raised her rifle. "Got it, boss. I'll make this quick." The Italian hunter aimed at the first victim. "Deus vult," she whispered before taking the first shot.


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New York City, The Carlton Hotel, Hotel Lobby

The hunters walked into the building with confidence. "My daughter and I are waiting for someone," Malachi alerted the attendant without breaking stride, as the pair walked over to the waiting area. Olympia grabbed an extra large cookie on display as she was walking.

"This is a nice hotel," Olympia noted as she put her feet up on the glass coffee table, drawing eyes. "I mean, really nice." Olympia had a guitar case next to her, which held both of their rifles and Olympia's shotgun. "They don't make them like this in Italy. Well, not in the slums where I grew up. Other side of the city, yeah, I'm sure." Olympia rubbed the couch she was sitting on. "So, you find anything in that journal the guy fairy had on him?"

Malachi sat nearby in his own chair, fiddling with his cane. "Some names," he said dismissively. "I haven't looked through it well enough. This amulet of yours gives my body strength, not my eyes." The old hunter watched people come and go through the front door. "They were fairies, though. Doubt it could be anything very important."

"That anonymous tip really did good by us," the woman noted. "More accurate than even Archangel Gabriel's insight. We actually got all seven fairies cornered at once." Malachi drew in a sharp breath when Olympia mentioned their mentor.

"Describe it to me," he whispered.

"What?" Olympia asked as she bit into the cookie.

"Gabriel's death, of course. How did he die?"

Olympia was silent for a moment, the only noise she made was the crunching of her cookie. "I had been raised believing that all beings who possessed magic were inherently evil." She finally said. "I was forced to kill all sorts of things from a young age. Younger than when you started, old man. They've streamlined the process. I took my first life when I was seven. Killed four people in a bombing that only hurt the magically-affected. Gabriel made it no secret that he was an angel. But he wanted to make us think he was special, somehow. But when a group of werewolves attacked the monastery, I watched him let my classmates die as he saved himself. I realized he was no different than those he preached about. So that night, while the others were rebuilding, I killed him. Shot him in the back of the head while he was reading." Olympia finished her cookie. "He didn't deserve any last words. I wouldn't have listened, anyway."

Malachi pursed his lips. "Huh. It was that easy." Olympia just shrugged. The duo sat in silence for a while, until a hunchbacked woman walked into the hotel. She was wearing a full Muslim burqa, covering ever part of her body in a silky purple robe. "Here's our harpy," Malachi whispered, and the two rose from their seats.

"Who the hell is she fooling with that getup," Olympia asked, "dumb bitch was born in Kentucky." The woman rose from her seat and hooked her arm around the harpy's. "Hannah-May, you old devil. Trying to hide from us in plain sight." The harpy tried to pull away, but Olympia held fast. "Now now, let's not make a scene in the lobby, Hannah. We'll resolve this in your suite."