ALIAS: Olivia Blake
FACECLAIM: Diana Silvers
AGE + DOB: Twenty-Four + 04.21.1996
GENDER + PRONOUNS: Female | She/her
AFFILIATION: Ivory Syndicate
OCCUPATION: Affiliate + Designer
THE STORY //
We all want someone to care for us right? Deep down we want to know someone would give a damn if we just vanished. To be alone but surrounded by people was how Olivia felt growing up. She was raised in an organized crime family. Her father and brother were the only people in her life who gave a damn. Probably because she looked too sweet and innocent to ever be questioned. Her pale complexion and deep brown eyes were perfect for fooling anyone who questioned her family business.
Her family lived a comfortable life. She had all the basics but Olivia wanted more. She lived for the spotlight and the only way to build up herself was modeling. Her father loved the idea of modeling, it helped cover up some of the money trails for how a single father of two could afford so much. Olivia was in it for the attention and praise. She knew from a young age that she was beautiful. now she was making money from it. However, everything comes at a price. She started slowly obsessing about everything, she’d measure herself out daily. When she didn’t have the measuring tape with her, her hands worked just fine. She claims to have a handle on it, especially after her family found out, but still struggles to this day. Italian Vogue would never have a size two on the cover after all.
At the crisp age of fourteen Olivia couldn’t handle any emotions. It was extremes for her at all times. She couldn’t be just happy, she had to be ecstatic , she couldn’t just be angry, she’d become furious. When her father realized something was wrong with his daughter, he did the only thing a father could. Commit her apparently. Olivia never revealed the full extent of six months in a Russian asylum, all anyone knew was that it was not for the faint of heart.
Now with that training, at least that’s what Olivia calls it. She has no emotions. She erased all her feelings unless she needed to react to something for other people. Inside there was nothing left. She became a pro at just staring, listening, and doing the appropriate response. Which is what she was trained to do. Now an innocent face is a deadly weapon. Once she became eighteen, she no longer viewed herself as a person, rather a machine. Putting in and putting out what she needed to survive.
When her father died years ago, the family business went along with it. Her father taught her exactly how to grow and create various drugs in the underground lab. Now her brother creates and she distributes it. The only family Olivia has left is her older brother. They’re as close as Olivia allows. She has to maintain control over all her friendships and relationships. Control was power and power was what she wanted in her life. Olivia was never the relationship type. After years and years of being alone, she found happiness in it. But there was one man in her life that she kept hidden. Hayden is an Italian artist, constantly painting and drawing. Olivia never allowed him to do her face. That was something for only his eyes to adore and scan every fine detail. To this day she denies his existence. No one has anything to support that he was someone to her, she kept her secrets so hidden the devil himself couldn’t figure it out.
Once her father passed, the native Italian moved to London to join one of the most elite and notorious crime organizations there ever existed. She was recruited by the leader of the organization, Jordan, he had spotted her talents and innocent face while making a deal in a coffee shop. Switching purses with the buyer and doing so flawlessly. Jordan was a friend, a confidant, until his murder of course. Now there was anarchy in the organization, some racing to the top where as others mourning the death of a departed friend.
Olivia’s specialty is designing clothing, specifically lingerie. Only special clients of hers would get drugs included in their shipments or sewed into their clothing. If there was a will there was a way. her clothing company was the easiest way for her to hide business. Jamie loved the idea of hers. When they met years ago she was just making bags and switching them out, with his help she became a name in London, with her own storefront.
What attracted Jordan to Olivia most was her face. The innocents she possessed proved a great power to him. After all, it’s all about what you see right? And she was the picture of an angel on earth. Her talents in London proved to be exactly what Jordan’s team needed. Nonetheless Olivia got bored of the city, and eventually bored of the country.
Now her appearances deceive everyone, she decided to take her talents to North America. Although she looks like an angel she cuts like the devil himself. A true sociopath. With zero emotions she is one of the most deadly weapons to come from various cartels. Although drugs and design are her favorite practices, Olivia has been trained to a weapon and never break under pressure regardless of what is being done to take information from her. She has no feelings, emotions, or connections. She is alone and her mind is always working.
WRITTEN BY B. SHE/HER. EST.
