If you're still accepting, can I reserve a spot? I'll have the CS up by tomorrow. :)

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[b]Name:[/b]
 Olivia Clarke | Nightingale 

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Olivia is a small thing at just 5'3". She's still on the skinny side, but her training has made her stronger and her body is slowly but surely reflecting this. There's a light dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose that's only visible in the sun, and her fair complexion is layered with a hint of gold. She has a tattoo of five small birds in flight, trailing along her shoulder blade to her nape—she'd gotten it during a rebellious phase when she was sixteen, but now she can't help but think it was foreshadowing of some sort. 

She likes to dress in accordance to the current trends, and is partial to bright colors and patterned tights. Because she's always in uniform for combat training and learning to control her abilities, she relishes the sparse moments when she is allowed to wear what she wants.

[b]Age:[/b]
20
[b]Gender:[/b]
Female
[b]Corps:[/b]
Hell Hounds

[b]Bio:[/b]
All her life, it'd been Olivia and her father, side-by-side, clumsily navigating through life. Her mother was nothing but a faceless figure to her, present only in the annual letters she received from her on her birthday. And even then, her words were generic and detached—a measly [i]Happy birthday! I miss you[/i]—with only her age and the date marked changing every year. It's difficult to care for someone she's never met, but for her father's sake, she tried. He was desperate in his attempts to establish some sort of connection between her and her mother. "She left for our sake, she did not abandon us," he would say. Her father made sure she understood the distinction. Olivia eventually feigned acceptance. Why did it matter, anyway? Her mother only existed in letters that she couldn't even be sure she sent. It was only after she'd been recruited by the Royal Hounds, when she was finally in the know, that she would understand her sacrifice. 

Not two months ago, Olivia still had some semblance of normalcy. Her life had been fairly simple. She wanted for nothing, living in moderate luxury. Her father had seen to all her whims--ballet lessons, singing lessons, he paid for it all. She was in a performing arts university with only another year to go, and the worst of her problems ranged between struggling to stay awake for an exam after rehearsing the night before and an ex-boyfriend stalking her. The most exciting thing to happen to her was getting through a national singing competition. She was amongst the three semi-finalists and from all the buzz she was getting in social media, she knew she was favored to win. Everything was going her way, coming up roses like they say. 

How could she have known everything could change in a blink of an eye?

As if fate had a penchant for the theatrical, this life-altering change happened during the competition's televised finale. Olivia had started to feel strange during the two-week long rehearsals, but she had chalked it up to frayed nerves. It would be her last chance to perform, to win over the people, and it seemed only natural for the stress to get to her. She ignored the relentless twisting in her stomach, and diagnosed the dull ache in her throat as a mere sign of overexertion. The finale would be starting soon and she knew that once she was on the stage, she'll simply get lost in the performance, and do what she did best. For the most part, she was right. Olivia sounded the best she had all season, and the audience went absolutely wild for her, their voices clamoring so in-synch it was like they were under a trance. The reaction was unlike she'd ever received.

When it came to her last song, a powerful ballad that required weeks and weeks of rehearsal to perfect, the strangest sense of foreboding wracked her frame. The flutter in her stomach intensified, as did the burning in her throat, but she was too caught up in the moment to pay it any heed. This was it; her goal was within reach, and she was determined to secure her victory with her final song. As the lights dimmed and the spotlight zeroed in on her, Olivia sang her heart out. She lost herself in the song, felt as though she was drowning in the melody as she let the words fly across the auditorium and past it. The audience was stunned to silence. 

Then one by one, they screamed. 

Olivia stopped abruptly, watching in horror as everyone dropped to their knees, desperately clawing at their ears, panicked shrieks filling the auditorium as many tried to escape. She can still remember the way they looked at her, fear etched in their eyes, as they wiped the blood dripping down their ears. It was terrifying. When the security guards started to approach her, guns cautiously trained at her, she started panicking. Her mouth opened on its own, letting out an ear-shattering scream that surprised even her. 

She awoke in an unfamiliar room afterward, a metallic muzzle placed over her mouth. For the next few days, she was briefed on everything. What happened during the finale, to the members of the audience. The Royal Hounds, the Underground. Supernatural beings that she thought existed only in fiction prowling about the world. [i]Being[/i] one of these supernatural creatures—or at least, partly—because her mother was a siren. They told her nothing of her mother's location, but she knew she was among these so called hunters of the crown, she could feel it in her bones.

It's been thirty-seven days since she has become a member of the Hell Hounds. Olivia has yet to fully immerse with the Underground world, but she's slowly getting used to everything. Everyday, she undergoes the Hell Hounds' intense training regimen where they train her to fight and to control her abilities.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Olivia is a little firecracker with a bit of a rebellious streak. Reckless and heedless of consequences, she is flippant in the face of danger, confident that she can always find a way out of any mess she gets herself into. She's resourceful and adaptive, quick on her feet and never bogged by pressure. When she was inducted into the Underground, she easily accepted their truths, no matter how farfetched they seemed. Olivia sees the world as full of pregnant possibilities, good and bad, all out there for her to explore. Nothing is impossible if she works for it. Vivacious and passionate, she approaches life with a certain joie de vivre that's infectious, and it is with this vigor that she tackled on her role as a Hell Hound.

Compared to the veterans of the Royal Hounds, Olivia reeks of ingenuousness—still a puppy finding her footing. Cynicism has yet to wear her out. She's idealistic and foolishly brave, clinging onto an outdated sense of heroism that can likely get her hurt. Her loyalty runs deep, and once she's considered someone a friend, there's nothing she wouldn't do for them. A puppy through and through.

[b]Skills:[/b]
From her siren mother, she has inherited the ability to manipulate sounds. First and foremost, she has found that her songs can affect people in a variety ways. Her arias lure them in, compelling anyone listening to do whatever it takes to approach her. It was just as the sirens in the stories were known to do. Lullabies work wonders, inducing sleep as effectively as a heavy sedative. Happy melodies that causes temporary euphoria and eventual stupor. Other songs have more destructive effects: some that can cause confusion, nausea, or trepidation. Susceptible individuals, often those with weaker wills, can be subjected to some manner of persuasion, as well.

Olivia's abilities goes beyond singing, although that remains her forte. There's power in her voice alone, one she has yet to fully harness and control. She can amplify it to inhuman levels, enough to cause physical damage when she screams. Her training with the Hell Hounds forces her to develop the more offensive properties of her ability and she is learning to generate and project soundwaves through other means. Currently, she is being taught to incorporate her abilities in combat, by creating physical constructs from sound and releasing sound blasts that damages on impact.

She has gained a keener sense of hearing, as well. Olivia can detect sounds further away, and they sound richer in her ears. Sounds that used to be simple have become extremely intricate, layered with subtleties she's never noticed before.

[b]Gear/Weapons (no more than three weapons):[/b]
Her voice is her greatest weapon, but she has a small knife in case that fails her. She also keeps a [URL=http://i.imgur.com/dGNQZpG.jpg?1]metal muzzle[/URL] on her person at all times, and puts it on during days when she feels particularly out of control. Since the muzzle completely prevents her from speaking, she was given a [url=http://www.dvice.com/sites/dvice/files/images/slydehd3-watch.jpg]watch[/url] that allows her to type up and project text to communicate.

[b]Other Information:[/b]
Her abilities are heavily affected by her emotions and are thus subject to instability. 
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