Name: Mirabelle Juneau Dupont Olivier Kincaid
Age: 31
Occupation: Hematologist/Surgeon
Species: Human
Birthday: August 29
Bio:
Olivier was born to two parents, both prominent medical doctors within the field and followed in their footsteps. She always knew she would become a surgeon of renown, and makes it clear that her work is the most important aspect of her life. She's never talked much about herself, but she tends to travel the world in the pursuit of various sciences.
She was a fairly quiet child, always reading in the corner of a room while others would interact with each other. Excelling at her tests, she took pride in being at the top of her classes. She maintained a respectful, if a bit distant relationship with her parents, seeing no need to change anything about it, even when they tried reaching out to her more.
In her older years, she received a sample of blood that for all intents and purposes, came from a dead body, and yet, there was something about it that intrigued her. She would eventually be contacted by an organization known as Cerberus, and offered work as a private surgeon for their clients and employees. If it got her more chances to study that odd sample of blood or the effects it held on the human body, then she would gladly take an employment contract on them.
It wasn't long before she met one of their premier doctors, Caspian Dupont that she was told of who truly ran Cerberus, and what they did. She was shaken at the revelation that vampires, and all the other stories she heard as a child existed, but there was a jealousy in the revelation, learning that vampire's blood was essentially a miracle cure to any human disease, had her question her entire academic career and what the purpose of study was if people like that existed. While she still serves as a surgeon for Cerberus now, there are times where she'll offer her services in...other manners. Namely, the dissection and study of other supernatural beings.
⎯⎯ ❝ One of you wants to come for the crown? You’d best not miss again. ❞ ⎯⎯
⎛ independent & selective rp for remy lebeau aka [ GAMBIT ] of marvel's x-men｡
based on earth-616 comic lore｡ crossover + oc friendly｡ chargé par bun 25+｡ ⎞
okay, but despite her jealousy of supernaturals and everything, olivier will always stand by her beliefs and not back down unless presented with better evidence. could she come to actually respect monsters and whatnot? yeah.
she's never canonically met tomoko, but i think that she would find her incredibly fascinating, especially if she knew about tomoko trying to learn how to use her powers after spending most of her life as a human. that being said, it'd be such an interesting dynamic, because on one hand tomoko is a very interesting subject and she'd love to study her, but she's also appreciative from a physical point of view too.
"Lift your hips, Yamato," came a tenderly if unexpectedly dominant command, the normally gentle if assured tones of Sam's voice deepening, hoarse and...perhaps a mite desperate. Hands and arms circled Yamato's waist, lifting him enough as to settle two pillows beneath him for adequate support. Something both warm and cold flashing in his eyes, gaze raking down a smooth, pretty back with both adoration and desire he shouldn't be able to feel. Long dead, yet still he focused himself, let himself harden, warm, and sink into his dearest of visitors.
Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @hellbloom
Yamato is nothing but excited to see Sam like this, his voice having such a tender yet dominant tone...There's a reason he loves being spoiled by him. Perhaps teasing Sam so much is a good way to get him fired up, and he notes this for another time. Sure, he'll be dead tired by the time Sam's finished with him, but there's something incredibly hot about the thought of being roughly used.
"Lift your hips, Yamato."
His heart races slightly in excitement, and he eagerly follows the command, and he feels the other's gaze upon him, and he once again feels incredibly lucky that the man has so many sides to him. Of course he loves the dedicated butler persona he presents to everyone, but knowing that the older man is still able to have that facade broken...Makes him feel special. Feeling him press against his cunt, slick with arousal, there's a slight gasp that tapers off into a moan as Sam sinks into him, and Yamato pushes back, enjoying the feeling of the man inside him for the moment. Well, that's what he planned.
The reality is far different, as Yamato feels Sam pull back, before slamming into him, causing him to jolt forward, but the man holds one of his wrists, firm, yet gentle. Judging by the look in his eyes, the DJ is very much aware he's awakened a sleeping beast. The man maintains a steady, harsh pace with Yamato and it has him practically on the verge of tears.
"F-fuck! Sam, I-!"
Yamato feels so sensitive right now that he can't even keep himself up, relying on Sam to hold his wrists. There's something absolutely overwhelming about this, and he knows Sam has more in store. That much is clear...He's probably going to sleep in tomorrow, because Sam is going to leave him absolutely exhausted.
