Name Given at Birth: Olivianna Arabella Adams
Nicknames: Olive, Olivia
Hometown or where you were born: London
Current Residence: The brothel
Age: I was twelve when I died.
Class: My family, when alive, was lower aristocracy.
Are you dead or alive? I died almost a century ago.
If dead, how did you die or how were you sired? One night when my father and older brother were walking home from their club, they were captured by the Ancient One. In order to save his own life and that of my brother, his only heir, he offered her me instead. She accepted, and he then proceeded to lead her to our home, where I was sired. My father was my first kill. My brother was my second.
Short term goal: To escape the brothel, whether by sneaking, fighting, or bribing my way out.
Long term goal: To die.
What do you do, your main function in life/society? I am forced to work in the brothel, where they use my young appearance to cater to a more perverse clientele.
Have you ever taken a life? Many. I felt guilt, at first, but now I’ve gown accustomed to it. However, I still have nightmares about the death of my father. Directly after I was sired, I pinned him to the wall and ran him through with his own cane.
Have you ever committed or been convicted of a crime? Only the killing, and I’ve never been caught. The Ancient One makes sure of that.
Closest friends/How did you meet? I have no friends. Any I could have had before I died are most likely passed on by now, and I despise the other harlots. Bridget is tolerable, at times. If I behave, sometimes I can get her to teach me some geography so I can imagine all the places I wish I could run away to. I avoid them all, though, if I can.
Pets: The cellar, where I stay during the day, is full of rats. Does that count?
Favorite food: I haven’t eaten in nearly a century. I miss it.
Favorite place to relax: I don’t relax.
Favorite Drink: As there is nothing else I can drink, it is blood.
What's your bedtime? Dawn, when I’m locked in the cellar, "for my own protection."
What, if anything, do you usually wear on your feet? My boots, unless I’m made to wear my "doll" shoes.
Are you married or single? I’m not sure. Is any harlot single? Were it my choice, I would be single.
Do you have a family / who are they: My family is dead. My father and brother died at my own hands, and my mother, who left when I was five, died shortly after I was sired.
Favorite Entertainment: Teasing the maniacs. I’m actually rather fond of them. I treat them much the same way my father treated his dogs, dolling out rewards and punishments as I see fit.
Most Humiliating Moment: Since I was sired, I was one of the Ancient One’s favorite "pets." After seeing how I killed my father and brother, she thought me delightfully vicious. I was not, and when she realized this, she set about training me until I was. I, however, was not happy with this, so after decades of such treatment, one day, after dawn, I snuck out of my coffin and toward the front door, intending to walk into the sun. Unfortunately, the acolytes caught me and dragged me before the Ancient One that night. I had thought myself clever, thinking the Ancient One would be so enraged that she would kill me then, and I would be dead either way. I underestimated her. Instead, she bound my power and sent me to the brothel, where she knew I would be forced to service gentlemen of my class who would remind me of my father and brother. Every moment since then has been my own personal hell. I tend to take it out on the maniacs, since I’m now find myself weaker than the other whores. The maniacs can’t fight back.
Proudest Moment: On my tenth birthday, I jumped my new pony over a fence, and my father smiled at me. That was the first and last time he did so.
What do you look for in the opposite sex? Distance. I don’t want any man anywhere near me, least of all a gentleman.
In our Hierarchical Society everybody has somebody "over" them, who is your immediate "overlord"? Due to my punishment, everyone is over me.
How do you feel about that person? I hate them all. I was dead before most of them were even alive. It is the ultimate insult for them to be allowed to give orders to me, even if I usually choose to disobey them.
Favorite sport to watch: Violence. Participating is even more fun, though.
Do you remember your first kiss? I try not to, but yes, I do. After the man was done, I took my time killing him. His blood tasted foul.
Do you keep in touch with your childhood friends? They’ve all died by now.
Do you have dirt/mud floors or stone? The brothel floors are wooden, except in the cellar, in which the floor is made of dirt.
What is your bed made of? I have a coffin in one corner of the cellar, but I rarely make use of it.
How many people sleep in your bed? None, not even myself, if I can help it. I hate to sleep. I’m plagued by horrible nightmares.
10 Things Everybody Should Know About Me:
1. I hate the color pink.
2. I secretly yearn for redemption, but find myself forgetting paradise more and more often.
3. If I actually thought I was capable of killing the Ancient One, I just might try.
4. I have a silver cross that was mine when I was living hidden in a velvet pouch buried in the cellar. I feel better knowing it’s there.
5. Of all the harlots, I hate Victoria the most. I saw her die, and now the bitch thinks herself my better. She wasn’t even that good an actress.
6. I’m very lonely.
7. One of the reasons I’m fond of the maniacs is because, like me, they are kept here against their will. The difference is, while I feel like I’m going mad, they already are.
8. I’d rather go back to the Ancient One than remain in the brothel.
9. I am afraid of moths.
10. I have my father’s eyes.