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Olivia Ortiz. 34 years old. Crystal City Native. Mechanic. Associate to the Wilkes Family

[olivia-ortiz]

plantmombreezey​:

“Sorry!” Breanne apologizes, “I was in the zone. It’s been dead for hours.” She quickly grabbed a menu even though only half of the things said registered. She was trying to play it cool. As if she had clearly heard what was said… You need a menu to order food… “Our dinner specials ended a while ago so everything is full price. The manager is asleep so I cannot approve any super early breakfast specials.” She gave her usual speech to avoid any misunderstandings. She felt absolutely silly offering this but it was part of her job, “Can I interest you in a coffee?”

Olivia gave the women a light nod. “Well I guess better to be alone when zoning out like that then in a room filled with people.” She grabbed the menu and gave everything a look over while the women talked about the specials. “Well good thing I’m not looking for breakfast food then. I’m just wanting something to fill me up for tonight and something to take home for a meal tomorrow.” Olivia wasn’t much a cook. She could do basic things but for the most part, she lived off take out and leftovers. 

[olivia-ortiz]

plantmombreezey​:

Night shift sucked, especially when Breanne was basically by herself at the Diner. She did have a few members of the kitchen staff they might as well been in different worlds. She had to watch the front of the store. At least she could say the place was clean. All the energy she wanted to be using for talking to someone, she spent wiping the whole place down. Seats, counter tops, even the cash register got a quick wipe down. She smiled at her handy work, it would be immediately for naught once the breakfast rushed rolled around but at least for this moment, the diner practically sparkled. Bre was in her own little world as she had control of the radio, being it was basically midnight and the place was dead. She happily entertained the few remaining kitchen staff with her decent singing and subpar dance skills. “I’m painting my soul with a different kind of gold, that no on could take and no one can corrode. Out of all of the things that you said winter would bring. Did you expect the wind to carry your broken wings?” She sang whilst she finished cleaning the coffee pots.

@nightcitystarters​

Olivia threw her hood up as she walked down the dark streets. Most people would probably fear being alone at night with in the streets of Sunset Port, but not Olivia. She had the knowledge and skills to protect herself if need be. Plus the nighttime was her favorite time of day. It was when the world would quiet down and she would be surrounded by silence rather than constant noise made during the day. After what seemed like a long day of training, she was ready for some food and given there was never a lot at her place, she knew take out it was. 

She placed her hood off when she walked into the diner. Thankfully there didn’t seem to be a lot going on within the place. It would make it easier for her to get in and get out. That was until she heard the waitress singing and dancing along to the radio. Olivia walked up to the stools, clearing her throat, hoping to get the women’s attention. Once that didn’t work, she gave the hard surface a solid knock. “Excuse me. I would like a menu to order some take out.” 

[olivia-ortiz]

seraphinaxvos​:

open starter!

Seraphina enjoyed the change of the seasons, seeing the apple trees regain their leaves and small buds begin to form. Spring and Summer were her favorite, when blossoms floated on warm breezes and the whole world began to wake up. It was still cool enough that the morning air had a bite to it and the sun had not yet burned off the fog that rolled in from the sea. So she stopped into the Honey Cafe for a hot cup of tea to take with her on her walk. She liked to take time each day to get out and spend some time away from her work. She loved to people watch, especially those who hid from the sins and dangers of the night. It was so interesting to see those who were naive to the undercurrent that ripped through Sunset Port, and how they went about their lives totally oblivious to the Organizaton and its effects on the city. 

Seraphina often brought a camera along with her on these walks, you never know when the perfect shot will present itself so it was always best to be prepared. She noticed another figure through the slowly abating fog, and snapped a few photos as they drew closer. Once she had her shot she flagged them down. “Good morning, sorry to be a creep in the fog snapping pictures. But the shot was too good to resist. I could email you the photos if you like?” She smiled cheerfully, her phone already out to take down their email. Seraphina was a firm believer in the policy of asking forgiveness, not permission, when it came to small things like this. Plus it was always fun to give someone a beautiful picture that could be framed in their home.“ I know I should probably ask before taking a photo, but like I said the shot was amazing, and candids are always better, more natural. I’ll tell you what, if I end up putting these photos up for sale in a gallery I’ll cut you in?”

@nightcitystarters​

There was nothing like a foggy start to the day for Olivia. It was interesting to get up and walk around in the daze when it happened. She liked to think of this specific type of weather as somewhat like herself. It gave off it’s own mystery vibes in it’s own way. The idea of what was going to come after, whether it be more clouds or sun, Olivia couldn’t help but admire it a bit. But then again she always considered herself a bit mysteries. Part of was due to how she was raised but it also comes from how she lives now. Olivia was never one to open up much and even when she did, she knew where to drawn the lines from digging deeper.  

As she approached the café for some morning coffee, she stopped when she heard a women behind her. While she wasn’t in the talking mood, but then again she never really was, she figured she should at least stop out of curiosity. “No thanks. I’m not exactly one who enjoys getting their photo taken.” She was about to end the conversation right then and there but then it was mentioned about the photo possibly going up for sale. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t you need the subject to sign off on the photo if it’s being released in any way?” 

[olivia-ortiz]

thornicide​:

Open to: Everyone ( @nightcitystarters​ )

A plain brunette disguised as a pretty brunette glides forth to hand her something green and lush, that she ultimately takes very little joy in,  and ends up sipping like a baby-bird, pushing it down her throat like peas in a plate.   Adelaide yawns, driven to near-slumber by the slow evening, pale knuckles cushioned under her tipped chin, blond locks combed into tame locks, perfectly contorting her red apple cheeks; she stirs alcohol with its straw in dull, slow motion, counting each ticking seconds on the high wall clock ‘till her hand-purse starts vibrating demandingly, to which she barely reacts.

Curiosity unspools from those button doll eyes,  thoroughly investigating the room for entertainment—flirtation and idle chit-chat are promptly dismissed; she settles on a pool table instead, something new to tackle. Calmly then, unzipping the still vibrating purse, Adelaide proceeds, with airy causality, to remove the ringing cellphone only to dip in liquor, and stir it some more, where it it is, at last, silenced.

“   Let me try it.  ”     she eagerly proposes, attempting to coax an agreeable mood out of them as she perches herself by the wall in the pelt of a patient animal,  speckles of destruction left in her trail.   “    Come on,  I’m bored…  and you’ll get to play the knowledgeable teacher.   ”

Olivia sipped on her whiskey as she decided to occupy her time looking around the room and the different things going on. It was part of the con artist side of her that just couldn’t help but watch and observe everything. Plus she wasn’t always one for conversation, especially when she wasn’t working.

As she continued enjoying her drink, she noticed a women approaching the pool table. Olivia made sure to give her a glance up and down first. Initially she just stayed silent, taking her sweet time to answer, before taking another sip of her drink and leaning off the wall near the table. Her eyes narrowed a bit. “I have to say, it’s pretty bold of you to assume I’m skilled enough for the task” she walked to the table and place her glass on the table. “I mean for you all know I could be a horrible player.”

[olivia-ortiz]

Meet Olivia Ortiz 

She is solely based on Sam McCall from General Hospital and Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99. She’s tough, smart, honest, independent, secretive and loyal. Olivia is a trainer 

Facts about Olivia:

- Born in Queens, New York but has been raised in Sunset Port when she was baby. 

- She was raised by her criminal father 

- Single child (although could potentially have half siblings she wouldn’t know about) 

- Works as a trainer for The Erinyes

- Olivia is known for her basic fashion sense. Tends to stick to neutral colored clothing; Wears a lot of leather jackets, jeans, plain tv-shirts and boots. 

- Is an adrenaline junkie: roller coasters, motorcycles, etc. 

- Things she loves: black coffee, crime drama shows, scary movies, mysteries and take out