Olivia Daaé

"'War; the art of grand bloodletting, in numbers of cities it travels, in villages and towns it conquers. It is the difference between the boy who wails behind his mother’s arms, and the boy who strums upon a silver drum into the waking war; in the eyes of death both become his son. It is in the blindness of vengeance, that the idle see afar. It is in the tedious climb for recognition that the whispering voice bellows thrice in volume, that than he who preaches daily. It is in this battle for pride, faith and resource that you’ve enabled those beneath bloodied surface of grief to rise. We do not rise as one, but as the shadows which trail from the silhouette of the fallen. It is us who have forsaken your law, your expectations, and above all else, your hatreds. It is us that shall watch ire become your falling, and within your descendance we will build a new.'                     -Olivia Daaé"

Physical Description
The assassin-esque woman isn’t jaw-droppingly beautiful, nor anywhere near perfection, however she is far from hideous.The heavier hourglass framed woman carries with her neither grace or elegance, instead a rather rough and ragged appearance. Despite her attire, she carries with her a womanly body, with a sunken stomach, larger hips and an average sized bust. All rather proportionate qualities of a woman of 5’4”. Fair of complexion she is flushed with dawn kissed pink undertones allowing her scattered freckling to prance across the apples of her cheeks and nose exposing the small dots to obvious sight. She wears her complexion almost natural, if it wasn’t for the heavy black eyeliner caking her seafoam green hues in large circles mimicking that of a raccoon. Fittingly enough framing such a grunge appearance is her orange-ginger locks which drape down from her scalp in a mixture of long and short cut pieces, an obvious sign she had cut it by hand via a blade, rather than having it done by a professional. In total, she seems content and even prideful of her strange appearance.